Miracle medicine had worked its magic. At my Mistress's orders, my balls were reattached to my body and were fully functional. The reason, so I could be unmercifully tortured. So when subs spreadeagled me to a wall, and drove a nail through my cock and stapled my nuts, she could do so gleefully. She kept me from passing out by throwing water in my face from a bucket. After I collapsed on the floor in dire agony, she ordered me to lick up all the piss and shit and she'd be watching to make sure I did it. After doing that disgusting deed, I somehow managed to crawl naked to the infurmmary, where the doc shot me with some novocaine and stitched me up. "Subs's handy work?" "Yep"
For the next week, sissy one took care of the dock work, and I was still able to watch over the hotel. Jan and Jen looked at me and giggled. Word gets around fast in this place.
Later that evening when I was lying in my cell, I heard some screaming while a young woman was unceremoniouily thrown into another cell not far from me. Ah yeah, that's Maria, I thought. She must earned the wrath of subs, I know about that all too well.