Chapter22

Althoughhewasorderedtomakeasound,hisvoicewasbarelyaudible,andhishandkerchiefwasstuffedup,andhecouldonlymakealowvoiceofpain.First,inhalehard.Whenaperson'sbigtoesticksout,ittouchesthefronthandlepart,andsomedevicesmovearoundhim,makingitdeeperthanbefore.

"Ispeaklouder!"

"Yes!"

Chanina'sredcandletearsshookviolentlyoutside,andhisabdomenhurtmorethanever,tryingtoturnhimselfovertothechairtoescapethepresentsituation.Butno,beingattackedwithoutpower,beingcursedtoventtonightdidnotcauseanypain,buthurthim.Hefeltevenmoremiserablewhenhesawhispenistremblingincessantlyinthemiddleofhisbody.

OnceagainhewasusedwiththisinvasivetoybyLane,firstwithhisconsent,butthistimewhenhewasforced,Laneshowedupinthemiddleofthenight,hismentiedhimupandeverythingbecamewhatitwasnow.Tomakemattersworse,hewasexcitedalloverandenjoyedthetortureuntiltherewasclearwaterattheendofhiscore.

Itshouldn'tbelikethis,itshouldn'tbelikethis,butwhy...!,

"Cry!"