The rest of the day was…strenuous. The men moved them downstairs, to the big cell. A bigger mattress had been provided, but no other amenities. The two women remained handcuffed, and chained together by the neck, except for occasional and irregular breaks when one or the other of them pleaded to use the bathroom. They were left alone, except when one or another of their captors felt an urge to f**k one of them again. While not-Barbara would close her eyes or look away whenever it was Kimberley’s turn, Kimberley herself couldn’t keep from watching when not-Barbara was being used. Oh, she tried not to watch…but she could still HEAR what was going on, and sooner or later she just had to SEE it too. There was something very female, very vulnerable in not-Barbara’s helplessness and submission,
