Gunther stood up and walked closer to the girl, deciding not to pay any attention to her cut tongue, considering that it wouldn't alarm her any, at least not for several hours.  He picked up the empty though slightly bloody can of tuna, and pushed it behind the curtain, pulling out a handkerchief to dry the girl's lip.  "I'll give you tuna every day as long as you cooperate with treatment, and keep coming back.  How does that sound?"  He smiled and continued to look the girl over, feeling a growing temptation to strap her into the restraints of the chair and fuck her senseless.<br/><br/>"Have you ever thought about mating yourself?"  He asked, trying to find some angle on the girl's complete virginity.  Getting her to wear clothes wouldn't be all that hard.  All he had to do was make her associate very unpleasant experiences with being naked.  Keeping her trust while doing so, however, would be tricky.