Chapter Twenty-Six
“Miss Penny wants you figged. 54 showed me how to do it.”
“Please don’t do that,” the enunciation mangled, the words slurred through a toothless mouth.
128 smiles wanly. Though she finds odd exhilaration in being empowered, she dares not show it. Fully trained as a groom, she tends to 88, once known as Balls Martindale. As always he stands, nose ring forcibly chained high to the wood of his stall.
“I must. Miss Penny says you run best... and it’s less tiring than using the sjambok on your bare buttocks.”
Quivering hands reach forth and palm the massive gonads, the scrotal sac straining to hold such within.
“Will these ever stop growing?” 128 emboldened by her limited authority.
She glances at the hanging spatula and senses a momentary thrill. What if she were to l
