Chapter Thirty-Six
“You’ll feel better. And the lube is for your protection.”
Florence Gale’s proclamations come as she clips a leash to the steel neck collar of 128. Wrist bands and elbow bands secured closely together behind her back, forcing her to thrust forward her sizable breasts, thigh bands connected with a short hobbling chain, 128 is shamed to have to agree. The sense of ownership and control indeed brings strange comfort.
But the lube contrasts. Shannon the Cannon was relegated the duty of meticulously coating 128’s gluteal cleft, fingers recreating in penetrating her anus to assure globs of the gelatinous gel were pressed well within. To announce to all that her backside has been prepared for penetration, the slick lubricant was smeared about her buttocks, seeming to welcome
