Chapter Seventeen
Initial fellatio training completed, the molt gag has been removed. 128 lies sensing relative nirvana, despite the bondage and dark loneliness. Her full bladder and itchy encapsulated nakedness seem to be inconveniences compared to the recent ordeals. She is cautiously cheered that such have ended.
But a new concern brings rumination. In completing the training session, 128’s so termed new friend Fred repeatedly pressed to the back of her throat... and seemingly beyond... 45 turned to exit, revealing her bare buttocks. The flesh of her right cheek, at one time most shapely no doubt, is adorned with the letter ‘N’... large, the keloided skin a hideous crimson which brought noted prominence. The woman has been branded, 128 quickly realized in horror... like an animal...
