“Seven rings, Indeed, Sir. Light or heavy?”
“Use the heavy ones and set them deep so we can hang her up now and then.”
“It shall be done, Sir. For accuracy, I’ll list the locations: one each in nose and tongue. A pair in ears and t**s and one centrally mounted in her cunt. Correct?”
“Correct.”
“Ah, and Franz, add two more on her labia. What the Hell. A bit more metal in the crotch won’t make any difference and the one in the c**t will be oval, not round, for obvious reasons.”
“Yes Sir. Consider it done,” said Franz, mentally tabulating the revenue this little endeavor would generate.
Karl left the exercise room, noting that two grooms were escorting Hillie through a locked door and down the dark hallway from the still hammering f*****g machine.
“I think I’ll take a look at that pon
