Denise sat in the chair, doubly impaled. She watched tearfully as Jeremiah fastened her arms and legs to the chair. Inside the cover to the chair was a cloth bra-like devise that could be raised or lowered. Jeremiah swung it out and encapsulated Denise’s delicate orbs in it. It took some manhandling, but Jeremiah was able to get Denise’s n*****s to fit inside little rings of steel inside the bra. There was a small wheel around each hole allowing it to be reduced to hold the n*****s snugly. When Jeremiah was finished outfitting Denise, he addressed her.
“White slut,” he said, “I am going to come back in one hour and I am going to find out all about you. The chair in which you sit will convince you to be truthful with me in all things. When we are done, you will beg to suck my c**k and I wi
