Chapter Twenty
“Into the butter again, David?” Mylee stands arms akimbo over the skulking form of her captive.
David cowers as the lithe form of his Chinese torturess awaits a reply. A sheepish David has none to offer. A slim but sinewy arm unfolds and a brisk stroke of an excruciating cane is applied to David’s right buttock. He yelps, rolling about on the stone floor in a futile attempt to put out what feels like a fire.
“You know it does no good. You’re just going to wear away your penis.”
Mylee taps at the empty pouch of skin dangling below David’s steel tube filled appendage.
“They’re gone. You watched me remove them, crying like a child. You have no balls and therefore you can’t ejaculate. When are you going to learn that?”
Quite true. As promised, within two days of Heather an
