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Chapter Nine Jungle Janes Ecstasy! My pulse, as yours, doth temporarily keep time, and makes as healthful music.” Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 3, scene 4 By now, after a few weeks of captivity and abuse, every girl had bruises and welts on their bodies. The vision of the marks we inflicted on their helpless skin increased the rapid renewal and frequency of our erections and spurting c*m. We cheerfully made certain the marks were renewed each day. Early this morning, even before sunrise, a team of my men rowed over the island with twenty-five girls, one for each of us who were off duty today. A half dozen men of our crew had spent the previous three days transporting cages in the lifeboats, one cage for each girl, to the island and erecting them at various locations in the ten square miles