Chapter Six
Heaven and Hell
Punished and Sentenced
I’m deep in heavenly oblivion: toasty warm, as comforted and coddled as any babe in a cradle. Neither the pain of my wounds nor the strain of my bonds can reach me. Indeed the familiar contortion of having all four limbs bent back and bound together behind me somehow even adds to the security of being restrained and embraced between a hugely powerful arm and the most sumptuous breasts in creation. Further sandwiched between soft moss and luxuriant fur I might actually be back in the womb. Trapped heat and close air plus the enveloping smell and press of omnipotent femininity even nurture the delusion of feeling loved in my unconscious paradise. But at last after many superbly restorative hours a sudden savage oath and convulsive shove e
