Chapter Seven
Handmade Love
When we woke in the morning the girls were gone; returned to the women’s prison by the guard robots. Our arm harnesses had been removed.
“They must have drugged us during the night,” I said.
“Probably something in the water we drank,” Casey replied.
Casey and I showered, ate breakfast when it was delivered, then stood at our steel-barred cell door, waiting to see what sick perversion Big d**k would force us to do today. We didn’t need to wait long to find out. An army of those giant spider robots came clumping down the corridor, opening cell doors and locking towing leashes to our c**k harness.
It was a long, difficult march through a maze of dim tunnels to a new building Big d**k had constructed for his games. This one was only four high walls, open to th
