Chapter Twenty-Nine
Nurse Jasmine
Mr. Dalton hangs so meekly...like a child in a crib. I wonder if he knows his engorged manhood stands for all to see.
Well, it will soon become flaccid and do so at my hand. Complete feminine control over even the proudest of male functions, such a delicious meal...and at Constancia Island, we feast every day.
Though Mr. Dalton generally needs to remain blindfolded for the application of the laser, I want him to see what I will do. It’s a ritual in which I have participated since my days interrogating rebels while serving in the Nigerian Army. In my home country, males are not circumcised...it’s considered a deformity. Therefore, the first thing we would do was circumcise the prisoner, torment him for a few days, and then under threat of further altera
