Chapter Twenty-Four
A dejected Max accepts his fate... a woman’s beast of burden by day... her toy when s****l whims serve to break the monotony of the night.
The travois continues to move twenty miles per day. And as Luda suggested, Miss Luda to the thoroughly subjugated Max, every morning begins with a painful injection of the liquid capsaicin into Max’s scrotal sac.
Just as Luda foretold, the irritant indeed causes Max’s testicles to swell. The engorged gonads serve to make Luda’s mark most prevalent. Though the seared skin heals, the sterilized granules of red mud remain beneath and cause to form a quite noticeable colored ridge in the shape of Luda’s mark... the letter ‘L’.
“Be good or I’ll carve my entire name, Max,” Luda humorously warns whenever her beast’s efforts wane.
Yet,
