Sascha saw the look in Sabina’s eyes and grinned back. She knew exactly what Sabina was thinking… that this man who seemed to think he was God’s gift to women… this “so-called” man with his pathetic little dicklet… needed to be taught a lesson.
“So, tell us, Mark,” Sascha started off conversationally, “do you get a lot of action with that teensy peener of yours? I mean you’re not too bad at eating pussy, I’ll give you that, but I’m betting once a hot babe sees that little dicklet, eating pussy is ALL you get to do… Am I right?”
Mark turned a bright red at this question. He started sputtering all the old worn-out cliches about it not being the size of the oar, but how you row the boat, yadda, yadda, while all three of the girls just started laughing so hard they were clutching their sides.
“You’re really funny, pricklet,” sneered Sabina, “but don’t quit your day job any time soon, mmkay? Sascha asked you a question. I mean we could make you stand there all night, humiliating you for your small penis, but we’d really like to know.”
“That’s true, Mark,” said Sascha insistently. “I really do want an answer. Aside from the occasional pity fuck, do you ever get any woman that wants to fuck that miniscule penis of yours on a regular basis? I’m asking because I think we can help you.”
“Help me?” asked Mark incredulously. “Help me how? Are you three babes gonna be Marky’s new harem?” He grinned broadly.
“Hahahaha! No, not quite,” laughed Sascha, “But you see I work in medical research, and I’ve perfected a way to make a small penis like yours grow much larger, and stay that way. Most “penis-enlargement” cures are basically snake oil, but mine really works. Naturally I’ve not run enough tests on humans to satisfy the FDA, but it’s quite painless and easy to do, and I have all the equipment I need here in the cabin for the surgery. Would you be interested in being a volunteer?”
“You mean you could make my cock huge? Kind of like breast implants? Oh my god, would I!!! I’d have chicks crawling all over me then, wouldn’t I? Please, please make me one of your volunteers, Mistress Sascha!” Mark was practically jumping up and down, his hands still tied behind his back, his tiny little rock-hard penis bobbing up and down.
“You’re going to have to calm down a bit, Mark,” said Sascha. “Here, sit down on the couch, and Emma is going to give you 20 mgs of valium. This is just to keep you calm, OK? And Emma, while you’re at it, let Mark sip on a glass of Chardonnay, but don’t untie his hands just yet… We want the valium to take effect first.
“Meanwhile, I’ll get my instruments ready for the surgery,” said Sascha.
Sascha gets her surgical instruments ready
