A large number of men and women in uniform stood in formation on three sides of the square. Above my head, where I shouldn’t have been able to see it, was a monitor of some sort with numbers and weird squiggles. After twenty lashes the commandant, or whoever he was, called out something and the man with the whip stepped back and held his whip at his side. They were only a foot or so high, but their pricks were the size of a normal man, and they were sticking their pricks into every opening on the woman’s body. “You were clinically dead when they brought you in here,” he said. Her tonguing was becoming more frantic as the woman on the altar– I really don’t know why I suddenly knew it was an altar of some sort. I could hear Heddy once again laughing behind me. “It is for you to give her pain to balance that pleasure.”
“Me?..” I sputtered. Then I felt a greasy prick press against my asshole. unconscious, but then I looked up Hedone and Algos and Voluptus and the Olympians.
