"Say it," demanded the man."I'm a slut," she said softly."Louder." I'm a slut." Again!" he ordered."I'm a dirty little slut, OK?" Jane was practically... shouting now, suddenly oblivious to whether anyone could hear her in the adjacent cells. "I crave sex. I want to have orgasms. I need to have orgasms. Is that what you want me to say? It's true. I need to be fucked, and I'm frustrated every day that doesn't happen. I'd like nothing more than to have regular, daily sex with someone. Not like in. Linda balked asshe remembered she was wearing the collar and the leash snapped taut."What are you doing?" exclaimed Jane."I'm sorry Mistress but if we are going out, won't I have to take off mycollar first?" was the reply."Silly...silly girl." Each word emphasized with a tug of the leash. "Wemight be stepping outside as two girlfriends and to most people we mightappear as two housewives spending their husbands hard earned money.But..make..no..mistake (again the tugging). We are NOT. ." She was silent for a little while, reliving that awful time in her life." ... At least he used lubricant before ripping me apart. I passed out from the pain. I don't know why he had to hurt me to feel good. I was so in love, I would have gladly given him those things, and we could have enjoyed the together."I woke up later with a paper towel jammed inside me ... both places ... to catch his come and my blood. When I finally managed to get it out, the paper towel was covered with blood. For. "Jesus wept!" George jacked another round into the chamber. He fired, hitting the big cat high on its back. It yowled and spun, biting at the wound. He fired again, catching it behind an ear. It dropped dead. However, poor Sam was done for. He was quivering, lying there on the stony trail with his spine bitten through. One final shot rang out putting the poor beast out of his misery. George stood looking at the sorry mess, speechless. Soon enough he got to work salvaging what he could..