Chapter Nine
The Queen seems pleased, complimenting the General on his s****l prowess as his semi erect p***s withdraws and he moves to a dresser. A pile of fresh towels awaits and he and the Queen converse while I remain spread and open with ankle rings clipped to the posters.
With my many years of service, I have learned patience and know that eventually I will be released. Meanwhile, I feel the lubricant about my rectum mix with the General’s male effluent and slowly glide down my buttocks. My thoughts return to the interesting events of the dungeon.
The interrogators later informed the Queen that the intruding males would not stop talking. The desire to keep one’s organs can be quite motivating. Much needed information was gathered.
For the next few days the Queen recreated by hav
