Chapter Twenty Three
Within days of my coerced acknowledgment, there began a series of visits to the doctor… the dour woman in white smock and latex gloves.
On the first visit I again sat strapped into the gynecological chair, was examined and then was administered most painful injections. The woman palmed my scrotum and proceeded to slowly pierce the skin and slide the needle into my left testicle and then my right.
I screamed, partly in agony, partly with the terrifying sight of feminine hands so wantonly plunging sharp metal into that which the male world so covets.
The eyes suggested that a confident smile appeared beneath the mask of gauze.
“Just a little something to promote further development, Captain. In the end you’ll be pleased with the results.”
My genitals burned for sev
