Chapter 10: Demanding Destiny
At least this time she’s allowed me the perfect amount of light: neither the blinding spots nor inky blackness she usually subjects me to. Once my eyes adjust, I can observe myself in the mirrors and even read the clock on one of the computer screens. At the same time, it’s perfectly comfortable for sleeping – if that were possible. But for the first thirty-six hours of my ordeal, there is no respite from those random shocks and stabbing c***s.
At first I’m insatiable for that faux sperm squirting into me – not to mention the depravity of being double-f****d – and I keep that upper c**k working almost constantly. I even come to crave the way it bludgeons the back of my throat before finally ejaculating. But eventually the stress on my shoulders and back, to
