‘It’ nods.
“Good. And since I’m doing all the work, I’m in charge. Until I figure out what this is all about I am going to assume you are a very bad and dangerous man. Someone has spent much time and money keeping you tightly confined. You’ll need to earn my trust. You’re going to be one good boy.”
Oddly, the tongue once again protrudes. The amazing length waggles about in the tropical air seeming in search... or perhaps inviting something. Captain Cocoa again feels the pleasant twinge between her thighs. She pauses in thought. The saddle like shape of the cage seems to beckon.
Whenever in the presence of a man, particularly one young and virile, such as her caged companion, she recalls that nightmarish date, attempted forced s*x. The incident curtailed all normal relations with the mal
