Chapter Six
He hardly remembered regaining consciousness from the horrible tortures of the Tease-o-Matic. Somehow, someone had shut it off and removed the electrodes. He had slept the sleep of the truly exhausted and awoke emotionally drained and confused. Two candystripers—the one who had prepared him for yesterday’s session with Mistresses Amber and Veronica, and another he didn’t know—had taken him through the same early morning ritual, except without the lovemaking tease. There was no immediate dose of the aphrodisiac drug, nor was he chained back to the rack. His hands were fastened to his belt using the clasps, his legs were hobbled together, and he was left for a while in his cell. He had by now completely lost track of time. Was it morning? The middle of the night? The timeless un
