Part Eight – Jennifer
Of course ‘interviews’ with Miss Denise Devonshire continued.
About twice per month, I found myself in her chambers where I observed her unwavering level of energy in tormenting her caged rapist. A typical evening began with me standing before the swaying cage as Billy was commanded to masturbate for her amusement. My nubile body served as a catalyst for his arousal. But with the paucity of both food and testosterone his withered p***s was slow to rise.
“You’ll either show off for the young lady or feel the searing heat of a well-placed needle, Billy,” Miss Denise ominously warned.
And she laughed as he cowered yet gripped the tiny erection and stroked, trying his best to comply and avoid the incredible pain which the sadistic Miss Denise demonstrated time after t
