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e screamed for
peace from the constant bondage in unnatural positions. His
stomach felt tense from his fear but he guessed he was probably
hungry as well. And yet he could not relax himself. What is
Jennifer going to do next?, his mind screamed. Why the locking
chair and why the rubber sheath over his penis? He had no
answers; he was forced to wait on fate.
He hadn't sensed Jennifer's approach and the first touch of
her hands on the fastenings to his hood startled him. "There, there,
it's alright" Asami Mizukawa cooed as sound and light flooded in. He blinked in
the sudden brightness and it took a few minutes before he could
focus.
He was in a wheel chair with a tray fixed over his lap. His
cuffed hands were locked to the top of the tray by some
arrangement of pins that fit through holes in the arborite surface.
The chair had been turned to face the wall; he could see nothing of
Susan's crib or the other furniture in the room.
Jennifer was behind him. Without thinking he tried to turn
his head to see what Asami Mizukawa was doing; but the head rest had sides
fitted to it that made this impossible. Asami Mizukawa came into his view
carrying a plastic tube
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