Chapter Forty-One
Discoveries
Stretched on the rack, stuffed and clamped, his tenderest bits twisted and clipped, Alex writhed in wonderfully welcome mindlessness.
With all of his being focused on the pain raving through him (particularly in his madly erect p***s), no memories of the past or questions about the future afflicted him. He knew only the agony and the compulsory arousal he felt toward his tormentor. When the electricity savaging his every cavity and most erogenous spots relented for good (after how many hours?), he blinked his tears clear to see that beauty beaming at him.
Rachel’s color was off and her eyes hollowed. Despite her illness’ residual pallor she remained a ravishing vision of divinity. Seated at her console next to him, she immediately recalled to mind one of
