Chapter Eleven
Within a week, despite Max’s chastity and the resulting level of raging hormones, he accepts docility. Fed and bathed by Doodie, led about tugging an increasingly heavy load of stones, Max learns his place. He even becomes accustomed to Doodie’s touch on his p***s, the adoring castrate reveling in seeing the captive beast toil away while fully erect.
And Luda is equally amused, though not in a manner of idolization. No her joy comes with the sense of vanquishment... having captured and completely subjugated the male.
Yes, Max learns to completely stifle any remaining male pride. He obeys, he works, he eats, he sleeps staked to the prairie turf like a grazing animal.
Then there comes a late afternoon when a band of Sioux visit. A middle-aged male of obvious rank accompan
