Chapter Twenty-Three
Rowing For Naught
Delilah
The next morning, all of the usual things happened, but this time, when I was forced to enter the exercise chamber, the hooded guard pulled me to the other machine. I inspected it fearfully while I was drawn closer, terrified of what I would have to do on the evil-looking device.
It was a relatively simple arrangement. There was a wide metal bench set high above the floor, dished to cup my buttocks, and with a groove between the dishes to accept the dividing strap of the crotch plate and the rigid, external post. The bench itself was equipped with multiple chains, and another hung from the ceiling over its middle. Sticking out of a long, wide slot in a steel panel beside the seat, parallel to it, was a thick shaft, four cm in diameter,
