The Senator’s Daughter, Chapter 7
I’m publishing a new Quentin Quick story, “The Senator’s Daughter,” a chapter at a time. This story might be described as “The Ransom of Red Chief” meets “9 1/2 Weeks” — it’s intended to be a little satirical and a lot twisted. Be warned, there are devices — so, so many devices — deployed.
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When the four men stripped down, Becky felt thoroughly vindicated in her initial skepticism. It wasn’t just that their cocks were dwarfed by their tree-trunk thighs and massive torsos; Becky was sure they were objectively far smaller than they should have been. Three at least had erections, such as they were, bouncing daintily beneath their rippling bellies; the fourth had a nubbin of a dick hiding its purple head behind rolls of thick foreskin and high-riding testicles that barely cast a shadow.
