Chapter Seventeen
Hermaphroditic Delights
I couldn’t stop Goddess or resist anything that her mechanical servant did to me; only trying to survive the assaults and somehow maintain my sanity. That alone was very difficult, for I lived in constant terror and isolation within the confines of my suit, attempting to become used to the terrible bondage and control she exerted through its cloying captivity. My hands and arms had long before become utterly useless appendages, having grown numb soon after being bent into the back prayer, but she didn’t want me to lose the sensation in them. The Goddess also wanted me to know they were always there, yet utterly useless to me and so employed micro-pulsed, electro-stimulation to maintain their health.
The next months of my continuing education in
