Chapter Twelve
The Countess Goes Too Far
That night the Countess prodded me with her stun gun down the hallway leading to the Great Banquet Hall. She vacillated between the temptation to zap me repeatedly and the yearning to post me as Exhibit A of Humiliation as quickly as possible. Consequently, she paralyzed me only three times along the way. That was her idea of a compromise.
The Countess had garbed me in a loose-fitting robe. She would have preferred the sheer humiliation of keeping me nude, and she had no objection to grossing out the other diners. But, for the sake of her own appetite, she chose to cover me up.
Immediately inside the foyer to the dining hall stood Countess Vronsky’s large, wooden stocks, clashing violently with the elegant dining décor. She had apparently direct
