>>510496892His small penis was fully erect, jutting plumply up at an
angle from the thin peachdown of his pubic hair. He slipped
the dildo on. The fit was tight but there was some sort of
lubricant in there. The friction was pleasant. No; it was
more than pleasant. It was delightful.
He looked down at the girl and felt a strange shift in his
thoughts ... as if they had slipped into a perfect groove.
Suddenly all things seemed right. Doors had been opened. He
would go through them. He took the red bulb in his left
hand, put his knees on the table, and paused for just a
moment, gauging the angle while his Norseman's prick made
his own angle up and out from his slight boy's body.
Dimly, far off, he could hear Dussander reciting: Test run
eighty-four. Electricity, sexual stimulus, metabolism. Based
on the Thyssen theories of negative reinforcement. Subject is
a young Jewish girl, approximately sixteen years of age, no
scars, no identifying marks, no known disabilities -'
She cried out when the tip of the dildo touched her. Todd
found the cry pleasant, as he did her fruitless struggles to free
herself, or, lacking that, to at least bring her legs together.
This is what they can't show in those magazines about the
war, he thought, but it's there, just the same.
He thrust forward suddenly, parting her with no grace.
She shrieked like a firebell.
After her initial thrashing and efforts to expel him, she lay
perfectly still, enduring. The lubricated interior of the dildo
pulled and slid against Todd's engorgement. Delightful.
Heavenly. His fingers toyed with the rubber bulb in his left
hand.
