Chapter 18 The Greatness of Men
Not knowing what happened, I was hung upside down in the square under the scorching sun. I almost fainted from the pain. At this time, the warden finally came back, his face even more sinister than when he left.
The warden came to me and asked: "Who ordered you?"
"No one is in charge." My reply made Mad Dog very satisfied. He also believed in my character and would not betray him.
"Very good, tell me what happened yesterday?" The warden said with a gloomy face.
"It's actually not complicated. I just can't control my lower body, so..." the warden interrupted me with a roar: "What do you think this is? A resort or a theme hotel? This is a prison, do you understand?" ?"
"I understand, I was wrong, and now I get the punishment I deserve." I said.
"Now describe all the details of yesterday's incident." The warden ordered.
"Is it here? Is it appropriate?" I asked.
The warden rewarded me with a whip and asked: "Should I interrogate you or you interrogate me? Tell me quickly."
Note: After a prostitute is caught, in the police station, he must first describe all the details of the entire process to the police, including when to undress, when to start, what position, how many times, how long it lasts, etc. detail. All this will be recorded and retained as files. Don't ask me how I know this. You can try it and find out.
I am also very helpless. Under the power and force, I have to bow my head. I can only describe it, but all the prisoners present regard my description as a benefit, and they can ignore the scorching sun. I also tried very hard to describe it:
That day, I spent a lot of money just to satisfy the needs of my lower body.
The decoration in the single cell made me feel like I was in a theme hotel. I'm waiting for the beauty to show up.
The blind box was opened well, and the person who entered the cell was a pretty girl with a hot figure, wearing a police uniform bought on a certain treasure. Being in such a sexual environment and with the temptation of the uniform, I think the money I spent was well worth it. The only thing that felt a little shabby was that her black stockings had too many holes, which was a bit distracting.
When I said this, many of the prisoners onlookers in the square thought that I was unskilled, with holes in my black stockings, and that I was shabby. This guy lacked a sense of fashion, but it did not affect their continued enjoyment of welfare.
I continued describing:
Being in such a scene, I was very excited and excited, but I really don't like SM very much, although this beautiful woman liked it and suggested it to me. But the money I paid was my decision, and I chose the way I liked.
The shabby black stockings were really in the way, so I tore them off and threw them aside. In fact, I like the lower body position very much... We fought for three thousand rounds, which lasted roughly four hours. She might have been too tired at the time and stopped making noises with enthusiasm. I also lost my sexual interest, so I hugged her and fell asleep. The next thing happened, I was hanging here. I know I went too far. Please let me go. I will never dare to do it next time. I will definitely take care of my lower body.
I described it in great detail, not missing any tiny detail. The onlookers listened with great interest, and some even had nosebleeds.
"Don't you want to know what happened after you left?" the warden asked.
"I know the ending. She must be very satisfied, because I have the talent to control women." I am a man, I am arrogant, and I will never miss any opportunity to express my strengths as a man in any scenario.
The warden ordered the policeman: "Take off his pants."
The warden stared at my second brother again and again. He was not much different from ordinary people. Maybe he felt a little too small. He asked viciously: "That's it? Your talent."
"This is normal, not an aroused state." I explained quickly.
The warden ordered the police: "Go, go next door and borrow a female prisoner."
"You're not good-looking." I said quickly.
"You have quite a lot of demands." The warden said, giving me a few whips.
The policeman stood there without moving. The warden asked, "What are you doing standing here?"
The policeman asked timidly: "Looking for a beautiful prisoner?"
"No?" the warden asked fiercely.
The policeman who got the order ran faster than a rabbit.
After a while, a female prisoner was brought over by the police. I took one look and said, "It's too dirty. Can you wash it off?"
The warden gave me another whip, which made the female prisoner tremble and freeze. The warden shouted: "Go quickly."
The female prisoner who was cleansed is indeed good-looking.
The warden stared at me. Although I was very hairy, I weakly made a new request: "Can you change into something that fits me?"
The warden became furious and rewarded me with countless whips. He yelled, "If you have any other requests, please tell me at once."
"The clothes must reflect her figure. It's best if she can dance a little, something wild." There was an order, and of course I made all the requests.
Clothes, where should I go to find clothes suitable for female prisoners? What style suits my taste? The warden was in trouble. He was very simple and rude and tore the female prisoner's uniform apart. The female prisoner instinctively retreated, protecting her body tightly to prevent her beauty from leaking.
The warden said: "It's too troublesome to put it on and take it off, so let's start like this."
Suddenly the warden seemed to remember something and asked the female prisoner: "Can you dance?"
The female prisoner nodded: "I'm a dancer."
This time my request was basically met, and the prisoners in the square became aroused.
Although the female prisoner was scared, she saw that I had made many requests, and she also made them: "Without music, I can't dance."
The prisoners in the square became even more commotion.
The warden had tolerated me for a long time. When he saw that the female prisoner dared to make demands, he gave the female prisoner a vicious kick and kicked her nearly a foot away. He shouted: "You can't dance well, you will die on the spot." After you dance, 567 doesn’t respond at all. You die first and he dies last. Do you understand?”
Under this threat of death, the female prisoner's instinct to survive must also bring out all her unique skills in this life.
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"One last request." I asked again.
"Say. If you dare to make any demands again, I will kill you right now." The warden's patience was reaching its limit.
"It's uncomfortable hanging like this. Can you put some weight on my body?" I said.
After hearing the first half of my sentence, the warden thought to himself that hanging like this would be torture for everyone. But after hearing the second half of my sentence, he secretly cursed in his heart, "This guy is a bitch."
If someone is a bitch, why not satisfy him? The warden thought this way.
There is no shortage of chains and shackles in the prison. These weighing dozens of pounds were hung around my waist and above my ankles.
The warden asked gloomily: "Are you satisfied with this?"
I did react to the next scene, a necessary reaction when a man is aroused.
What is 5 centimeters.
Stay tuned: Chapter 19 Worry about my glory
