From where she was Wendy couldn’t see Willy’s dangling, flopping little p***s, but she didn’t need to in order to know it remained pathetically flaccid the entire time. But that had ceased to matter to her in any case.
Wendy no longer cared about arousing or even eventually fully and formally enslaving William Kim. With winning the contest a lost cause and her decision to dump him the second it was over already made, this was just punishment at its purest, vicious retribution for his contemptible performance. And so for ten minutes straight Wendy lashed away at her former lover’s body with a towering fury and overpowering zeal, egged on by the crowd the entire time. When at last the buzzer sounded again she unleashed a primal scream of exultant vindication, turned and hurled her devastati
