Chapter Nineteen
128’s joy is short lived. The nurse ends the cleansing, untying the leash.
“Squat,” she commands, Brutus moving to threateningly sit nearby.
128 obeys, shuddering in fear as Brutus bares his fangs. Head rising, torso straightening, legs moving to position her feet, she squats.
“128, spread for me. Always spread,” the nurse reminds, free hand moving to a pocket.
128 feels a zing within her quim, the vaginal insertion coming to life. She instantly slides apart her feet as the nurse moves behind her and bends.
“Cough,” the command coming as 128 senses a hand jostling the free end of the vaginal insertion.
128 utters a dry cough, the pubo coccygeus momentarily relaxing. The nurse pulls quite firmly, quickly slipping out the mammoth obelisk. 128 sighs in relief as the n
