Chapter Ten
Miss Beatrice has adjusted my testicle chain to add slack.
“On your knees.”
She guides me toward the newly appended apparatus on the far wall by using a clump of cranial hair and the firm grip of her left hand. I obediently crawl with thoughts of the clips I wore for so many hours yesterday. The phallus of shining steel seems to beckon me, like someone crooking their finger.
“I suppose you’re wondering what an attractive, intelligent woman with numerous college degrees is doing working here, at the factory. Well Captain, as you may have noticed, there are women who are not as deferential to the male gender as most societies would like. So when the Princess offered me a position, away from the meaningless minutia of academia, I convinced my husband to move. There are advant
