In my troubled dreams I saw fat men who looked at me and drooled as they saw me. Amateur porn I must have looked puzzled and about to say something because she put her finger on my lips to hush me. And yes, it is very inspired by the Gor stories by John Lange (aka John Norman). I woke up with my heart pounding. From the poles hung heavy chains and collars. She seemed to know that it was on its way because her fingers felt more eager now and soon it happened. It was a long walk of shame for me, through the streets of our town. I didn’t believe her but her words felt good anyway. I couldn’t understand that and at that moment I almost despised her, my only friend in the pens. I was left alone in the quarters awaiting my new destiny. ‘No offence taken,’ she said and looked at me. She gave me a soft and lovely kiss. I felt their sympathy to be another burden for me.
