The Misadventures of Gwen

The Misadventures of Gwen

 

Chapter 23

 

 

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The last thing I recall is the Marquis sucking on my nipples, drawing milking. I don’t remember anything after that.  Now here I am in my own room and can see that it is morning. Obviously I was bathed and put to bed without ever regaining consciousness. 

 

I think back to yesterday’s events, and I begin to get wet. I awoke this morning aroused. I’m hornier than ever, and it doesn’t take much to trigger me.  I would do anything to cum. I need to cum so badly, but if given the choice to cum or please the Marquis, I would gladly please him instead. But I don’t know why? 

 

Something happened to me yesterday. Something snapped.  With all the deceit and treachery, most of it orchestrated by the Marquis, I realized that the only way to survive was to give myself totally to him.  This I did, and I know that if I stay completely devoted to him, he may modify me and most certainly will make me suffer, but he will also protect me. This is the best that I can hope for.  I must look to him as my protection.

 

I fear that if some other individuals were given free reign with me, I might not survive. My loyalty to the Marquis will ensure that this will never happen. My hope is for the future I can build here. There is nothing for me in the outside world. There I would be an oddity: one to be stared at, to be talked about as if a freak. Here I am special and desired by many.

 

After walking and aerobics, I am treated to another long bath. Monique and Evelyn are very attentive, and they take some minor liberties with me.  While washing my breasts, Evelyn pays much too much attention to my nipples. Monique, in turn, also lingers way to long, bathing my clit. By the time my bath is over, I am highly aroused.

 

“Monique, look at this,” says Michelle, my hair stylist as she combs my hair. “Gwen’s hair has grown three inches since yesterday.”

 

“Mademoiselle, I’ve never seen anything like this before. It’s a little but scary,” comments Monique.

 

“I know. If I hadn’t been attending to her daily, I wouldn’t believe it myself,” Michelle adds incredulously.

 

Claire then milks me and for the first time since being reprimanded by the Marquis, spends an inordinate amount of time adjusting the suction cups and squeezing my breasts.  She also brushes up against my clit too offend to be considered a coincidence. I can’t help but feel that the Marquis has eased up on them and in some ways given them a green light to take liberties with me. I wonder how bold they will become in the future.

 

After lunch, I wait to see to the Marquis. This is the first time I have seen him on two consecutive days in quite some time. He wants to discuss the status of the movie from what little information I could extrapolate from the chambermaids’ conversation.

 

About an hour passes before I am summoned. For probably the first time in a great while I look forward to this meeting. I anticipate what he might have in store for me. Any scenarios I can conger up leave me wet.

 

Upon arriving in the great room, I assume the position as the Marquis walks over to me. He looks me up and down. I can tell he likes what he sees.

 

“Well Gwen, you look like you have recovered nicely from last night. You passed out rather abruptly,” observes the Marquis.

 

“Sorry, sir,” I answer sadly.

 

“Well, to be expected considering the circumstances.  It was rather a shocker for you,” he snickers, laughing at his own joke.

 

“You might like to know that we have enough footage for “The Misadventures of Gwen.” Actually we have more than enough for the first movie and several clips for the sequel. Filming went much better than expected, and several scenes were taped that we never expected to have, for example, the scene with Grace when you apologized to her.”

 

Being reminded of the way that old woman treated me would have infuriated me yesterday, but now I get wet thinking about what she did to me. How she used me!  The thought of possibly another encounter with her makes my nipples grow harder.

 

“We now can concentrate on other projects, and, of course, film scenes at a more leisurely pace. There are no deadlines that have to be met in the immediate future. Plus, I’m sure, that as time progresses there will be many opportunities to film you in action.”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

“Today, I would like to further explore this change in attitude on your part. I’m still not totally convinced of your sincerity, although your willingness to submit to the electrical charges was quite impressive.”

 

A slight smile crosses my lips at the compliment the Marquis pays me.  This encourages me to please him all the more.

 

“You do remember what you said yesterday, Gwen?” he asks.

 

“Oh, yes, sir,” I respond.

 

“Could you remind me so that there is no misunderstanding on my part?” he requests.

 

“Sir, I am totally devoted to you and want only to please you in all things,” I state.

 

“Of course, you understand the implications of a statement like that. You understand that the things that please me will probably cause you great pain. I know this has all been said before, but I need to reiterate and emphasize these points,” he says.

 

Why he needs to repeat this is beyond me since he can do whatever he chooses to do to me and has done exactly that since I was kidnapped.  But imagine the triumph it is for him to not only change me physically but to mentally win me over to his way of thinking.

 

“I understand, sir,” I say without hesitation.

 

“Gwen, could it be you enjoy these perverse activities more than I perceive? Could it be you have already evolved into a masochistic slut who gets off by being abused?  Obviously, these questions are rhetorical and don’t require an answer. Time will provide that answer for me.”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

“Well, let’s see. Gwen, you’re relatively calm and relaxed. Is that true?”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

“And you’re not highly aroused at this time, are you?”

 

“Oh, no, sir, but I’m always aroused somewhat, but not highly aroused right now.”

 

“Good!”

 

He then went over to the cabinet and bought back a small box which I recall seeing before.

 

“The last time you pushed these pins into your nipples you were highly aroused. You were driven to a point where you would do just about anything to cum. You drove these pins into your nipples with the promise you would be allowed to cum.”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

The Marquis pushed a button on the remote and the clasp on my bra opens. He removes my bra exposing my huge breasts.

 

“Today, I have two sizes in this box. There are three inch pins like the ones you drove into your nipples before, and there are four inch pins in there also. Do you understand?”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

“I would be elated to see you drive the three inch pins into your nipples again, but understand there is no promise that you will be allowed to cum. In all likelihood you won’t be.”

 

“I understand, sir,” I say.

 

“Good! But I would be extremely pleased if you chose the four inch pins instead of the three. Three have been done already, four haven’t. The choice is yours.”

 

There is no choice. I will never take the easy way out. I will take the choice that most pleases the Marquis.

 

“The four inch pins, sir,” I quickly respond.

 

A smile breaks out on the Marquis’s face as he offers me the pins. I reach into the box and remove one of the four inch pins.

 

A chain is lowered from the ceiling. My hair is gathered into a pony tail and attached securely to the chain.  The chain is then raised until pressure is placed on my scalp, and I am standing on the balls of my feet.  

 

“Let’s start with the right nipple. Squeeze it and make it hard.”

 

Being suspended by my hair, allows me the use of my hands while still being fully suspended.  

 

“That’s good. Your nipples respond so quickly, Gwen. Alright you know what to do,” he says.

 

The Marquis stands close by watching me. I look him in the eyes as I take the long pin and place the tip of the pin on the center of my right nipple.  I lick my lips as I push and the tip disappears in my nipple. I moan. I push harder and the pin continues its journey. I feel a sharp pain as the needle penetrates deeper and deeper into my nipple. My legs are getting shaky as my clit becomes hard in response to the abuse my breast is taking at my own hand. Just thinking about what I’m doing to myself gets me aroused.  Three inches are now buried with an inch to go.

 

“Leave it like that for now, Gwen. Start on your left nipple,” he orders.

 

“Yes, sir, whatever pleases you,” I respond.

 

I take the second four inch needle and place it on the center of my left nipple. I moan again. This is so kinky. I can’t believe I’m doing this to myself, and I like it. It’s turning me on. I’m so hot. I push hard sinking an inch of the pin in my nipple. God, the pain is so good. My clit is throbbing and aching with need. Looking the Marquis in the eye, I part my lips and bury another inch of the pin in my nipple. 

 

My hips begin to sway slightly.  I’m so turned on. I’m such a slut. I must be careful for this increases the pressure on my scalp.

 

My eyes glaze over as I push again and three inches of the pin is now buried in my left nipple.

 

“Good, Gwen, squeeze your breasts for me,” he commands.

 

I squeeze my breasts as the pins stick obscenely out of the ends of my nipples. I look at them and lick my lips. I’m highly aroused now as my pussy is sopping wet.

 

“Let’s try something different, Gwen. Do you think you can cum?” he asks.

 

“Oh, I think so, sir,” I moan.

 

“You know what will happen if you do, don’t you?” he asks.

 

“Yes, sir, I will be shocked!”

 

“Yes, you will be shocked, but you don’t have to be,” he says.

 

“I don’t have to be?” I ask astonished.

 

“No, you may cum if that pleases you,” he says.

 

I can’t be hearing right. He’ll let me cum. This is a dream cum true.

 

“Of course, I’d rather that you don’t! I like to see you suffer. I like it when 100 volts of electricity ravages your body, but I understand if you would like to cum,” he explains.

 

“No, sir, I won’t cum. I want to please you,” I answer.

 

His eyebrows rise.

 

“I’m beginning to believe that you really do, Gwen. Would you also like me to heat up those needles?”

 

“If it pleases you, sir,” I answer not quite knowing what he means.

 

He goes to the cabinet and returns with a candle lighter. With one hand he rubs my clit sending chills up and down my spine. With the other hand he flicks the lighter which shoots out a flame that he directs toward the end of the pin buried in my right nipple. I look on in horror now knowing how he wants to heat me up.

 

After a few short seconds I feel a pain in my nipple that is intensifying as the flame heats up the pin.  The pain is now unbearable as a groan builds in my throat and escapes through my mouth.  I’m trying to be strong but I can’t bear it!  Suddenly he removes the flame. 

 

The pain subsides but I find that my pussy is sopping wet and my clit is aching, loving the attention he’s giving it. 

 

“You love it, don’t you, my slut?” he asks.

 

He then applies the flame to the other pin and soon I feel the heat building into excruciating pain in my left nipple. I can’t help but move my breast, trying to escape the heat of the flame.  Again a groan escapes my throat as I can bear no more and the flame is soon withdrawn.

 

His fingers continue to work on my clit and then travel down between my pussy lips, seeking out my entrance. I can’t recall him ever doing this before. He drives two fingers into me.  I am so hot and loving the attention he is giving me. My breasts sway on my chest with the two pins sticking obscenely out of them.  I can feel them moving inside of me.  The tension on my scalp increases as I find it hard to remain on the balls of my feet.

 

He then kisses me, driving his tongue deeply into my mouth as my chest is crushed against his. The pins are driven in the last remaining inch as he continues to explore my mouth with his tongue. His fingers work at a steady pace in and out of me.  I grind my hips, seeking to drive his fingers deeper into me. I’m so fucking hot and so close to a climax. I want to cum and know how pleased the Marquis will be when the electrical current hits my nipples and fills me with pain. 

 

Oh yes, that feels so good. My cunt is on fire. He adds a third finger, and I can take no more.  My tongue goes wild in his mouth as I approach that point of no return. Yes! Yes! Yes!

 

“Aaaaaggggghhhhhh,” my nipples are on fire with the shocks coursing though them. The pain is conducted through the pins and burns deep within my tit flesh.  Moments later my clit explodes in pain.  The Marquis holds me close as my body convulses, riddled with shock after shock.

 

He then lets me go. I sway back and forth on the chain supported only by my hair.  The shocks continue to my nipples and clit as I sway and dance.

 

The Marquis strips out of his clothes, lowers me to the floor,  and buries his cock deep in my throbbing pussy.

 

This rekindles the fires burning in my loins, and I fuck back for all I’m worth. The shocks continue to my nipples and clit, but I don’t care. This is what he wants. I can’t separate pleasure from pain anymore as they meld into one.

 

My body convulses as I meet his thrusts, and then from deep inside, my pussy explodes in a massive orgasm that spreads throughout my body. At the same time the Marquis explodes and shoots a load of sperm into my belly. The shocks to my nipples and clit intensify, filling me with electrical charges and excruciating pain.

 

And then they cease as I lie there convulsing under the Marquis who is still on top of me. My teeth chatter. He gets up, and I am told to assume the position. How I would have loved to just lie there holding him.

 

I stand, panting deeply, my chest heaving, trying to take in air. I lock my hands behind my neck in my subservient position.

 

“Did you cum?” the Marquis asks.

 

“Oh yes, sir,” I answer.

 

“Did you have permission to cum?” he asks, ice in his voice.

 

I look at him in horror, speechless.  I had no control over it. How could I prevent myself from cuming when he told me to let loose so my body would be riddled with electrical shocks from the rings. 

 

“No, sir,” I say as I break down and cry.

 

He is displeased, and I tried so hard to please him. What else could I do?

 

He goes over to the cabinet and returns with a leather paddle that looks much like a ping pong paddle but somewhat larger.

 

“You disappoint me, Gwen!” he says as he raises the paddle and brings it down directly on my right nipple, driving the pin further into my breast.

 

I refuse to scream, knowing this will upset him. I bear the pain as he again raises the paddle and brings it down on my left nipple, driving the pin deeper.  The pain is excruciating and tears flow from my eyes, but at the same time I am betrayed by a tingle in my clit which once more grows hard.

 

“I love to see your tits bounce under the paddle, to watch your flesh change color. I love it when your tears drip onto your breasts. I love the feel of your skin when it is hot and so sensitive that my slightest touch will bring tears to your eyes. I love it when your body is mine to control.”

 

The paddle is raised again and comes down unmercifully on my right breast and then again on my left. My legs are wobbly. My body is wracked in pain, but I’m getting aroused.  How much longer will this go on? How much more can I endure?

 

“I love seeing the fear in your eyes, not knowing what I will demand of you next. Will you be able to please me? Will you be able to obey?”

 

He drops the paddle.

 

“Remove the pins, slut!” he orders.

 

I grasp the tip of the pin with my nails and pull it slowly out of my right nipple. I then do the same, removing the pin from my left nipple. 

 

The Marquis returns with some cotton balls and peroxide. He applies a liberal amount to both nipples.

 

“We don’t want them to infect, do we?” he says matter of factly.

 

“No, sir,” I reply with sadness in my voice.

 

“I have decided on a modification that I plan to make immediately.”

 

“Modification?”

 

“Yes, Gwen, a modification to your body. Do you have a problem with that?” he questions.

 

“No, sir, I am yours to do with as you please,” I respond.

 

“So true, and I will. Monique will be here shortly to return you to your quarters to bathe. After that you have an appointment with Dr. Shakiro. He will be performing the modification.”

 

Monique is summoned to take me back to my quarters. So ends my afternoon with the Marquis.  Will I ever be able to truly please him?

 

…………………………………………..

After bathing and dinner I go to Dr. Shakiro’s for whatever modification the Marquis has in mind. I wanted to ask him what it was, but dared not, considering his foul mood.

Dr. Shakiro greets me as I enter his office.

 

“Well, Gwen, how nice to see you again.”

 

“Thank you, doctor,” I respond politely, anticipating what liberties he might take with me today.

 

“I absolutely love the hair. My God, it’s halfway down your back!  Let’s get rid of your bra. Even though your breasts are not my main focus today, I probably should examine them for my own edification,” he chuckles as he pushes a button on the remote releasing the latch on my bra.  My bra is then removed, and I am directed to lie down on the examination table.

 

“Legs in the stirrups, please,” he orders.

 

After placing my legs in the stirrups, they are strapped in place at the ankle and the thigh. The good doctor then comes around to secure my arms to the corners of the examination table effectively immobilizing me. He pushes a button on the side of the table and my legs are spread even wider. He’s had me in this position before.

 

“There, that’s better,” he says, looking down at me with a smile on his face.  “You’re probably wondering what modification the Marquis has ordered.”

 

“Yes, doctor,” I answer.

 

“Well, today, you are going to have your clit pierced,” he explains as his hands roam all over my body.

 

I’d never heard of that being done. I thought I already had all the genital piercings.

 

“Not everyone’s clit is suitable for piercing. This is a very rare piercing, and it is serious business.  For example, small clits are never pierced.  Of those who are large enough, most women have hood tissue that fits too tightly or heavily over the clitoris. The clitoris in question must be large and easily exposed to be safe to pierce and to heal.  You are a prime candidate. You have a very large clit that extends out from your clitoral hood,” explains the doctor as his fingers expertly manipulates my clit causing it to ache and throb.

 

“Why does the Marquis want my clit pierced?” I ask.

 

The doctor chuckles as he plays with my nipples.

 

“Does being aroused cause problems for you, at times?” he asks.

 

“Yes, doctor,” I answer.

 

“That arousal tends to focus your thoughts on those things sexual, doesn’t it?” he asks.

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

“It often causes you a great deal of frustration since you don’t often get the release you desire,” he adds.

“Yes.”

“Well, imagine what it would be like if every movement you make, every step you take, causes you to get more highly aroused.”

Oh my God, that would be hell. I would live in a state of constant sexual arousal.

“The Marquis could achieve this with the ring that is already embedded in your clit, but he is visual. He would rather achieve the same result with the jewelry that will soon adorn your clit.”

Yes, the Marquis does have a flare for the dramatic.

“You see clitoris piercing is an intense experience. There is no doubt about an increase in sensation. There is also usually some development to the tissue, resulting in increased size on most candidates.  Therefore, your already large clit would increase in size and, if the Marquis hangs that heavy gold chain from your clit ring that he was telling me about, you will be stimulated with every step that you take. Why, you could experience an orgasm just walking down the hall,” he laughs.

What a diabolical plan the Marquis has devised. He has come up with another way to keep me on the edge and turn me into more of a slut than I already am. My clit throbs just thinking about the possibilities and what he might do to me.

“But I must caution you, like all piercings in highly sensitive erectile tissue, there is always a risk of nerve damage associated with this piercing, although it is rare.”

I hope he knows what he’s doing.  Maybe this is why Dr. Shakiro is performing this piercing rather than Jake who pierced my tongue and labia.

“Well, enough talk, I must get you prepared for this rather simple procedure.”

Dr. Shapiro then briefly leaves the room.

A few minutes later his nurse enters.  Well, I suppose you could call her a nurse. She wears a very skimpy nurse’s outfit, revealing a great deal of cleavage and leg. My guess is he uses her for much more than an assistant.

“Dr. Shakiro will be detained for a few minutes, but should be back shortly. He asked me to prepare you for the procedure,” she explains as she walks up to me.

Her hands probe my body feeling my tits and squeezing my nipples. A slight groan escapes from my lips.

“You have an amazing body! I love your huge tits. They sit on your chest so proud, begging for attention, and your clit is absolutely huge,” she says as her hand roams down and stimulates my already throbbing clit.  “My clit isn’t half that size.”

She raises her skirt to show me her clit not that I’m interested in looking at her while being bound to an examination table with my own legs spread wide apart.

“I’ve heard stories about you, Gwen, and some of the things you have done. What a slut you are! It sounds like you’ll do just about anything. Did you really push those long pins into your nipples? That I would love to see,” she continues as she gets up on the table. “Here, you can get a good look at my clit and see how small it is compared to yours.”

“That really isn’t necessary,” I reply.

“Yes, it is, slut,” she says as she sits back putting her full weight on my tits. “And while you’re looking, you can give my pussy some much needed attention. I heard the double studs in your tongue are marvelous. Get busy,” she says while reaching back and grabbing my nipples.

Where is Shakiro? Why is this blonde bimbo allowed to do this?  She applies pressure to my nipples and then starts digging in with her fingernails. At the same time she shoves her pussy forward towards my mouth. I’m left with few options. Either I eat her out, or I will suffer for it.

“I’m waiting!”

Left with no other option, I lightly lick her clit with my tongue. She groans obviously enjoying the contact. I run my tongue around her clit and then take it in my mouth and suck.

“Oh yea, that’s it baby. Work my little clit. That feels so good. What they say about you is true. You really know what you’re doing,” she coos as she moves forward grinding her pussy into my face.

My tongue then travels down between her labia and I pause to suck on her pussy lips before driving my tongue into her.  She moans again as she holds my head trying to push me deeper into her fuck hole. My nose presses against her clit, driving her wild. She bucks up and down on my face as I suck and lick. Eating her pussy is really turning me on. How I wish she would turn around and do the same to me.

“Oh God yes, your tongue is amazing. I’m so close. I’m going to cum all over your face,” she moans as she becomes frantic.

She tenses up and then, “OH YEAH!!!!” she screams as she wildly rides my face, lost in her own orgasm. 

Finally sated, she gets off me and lowers her skirt. She then cleans my face off probably not wanting the doctor to know what she was up to.

“If you’re smart, you won’t say anything to the doctor,” she says while running her index finger up and down my aching clit.  “If you do, you can be sure that at some point I’ll get you alone again, and you’ll pay.”

“I won’t say anything,” I reply.

 

“Smart thinking! At least you’re not a dumb slut. Now, I need to take your blood pressure before the doctor gets back.”

 

As she finishes taking my blood pressure, Dr. Shakiro returns.

 

“Sorry about that, Gwen, but I had an emergency with one of the other girls. Nurse Jones, how is her blood pressure?”

 

“Very good, doctor, 118 over 72.”

 

“Great then we can proceed.”

 

“Nurse Jones, would you get me “The Intimidator” and some K-Y jelly?”

 

“Yes, doctor.”

 

Oh no, “The Intimidator” is that fucking huge dildo he forced up my pussy the last time I was here. He had me drugged up with one of his experimental drugs and talked me into pushing those three inch pins into my nipples. While I did that, he worked that monster dildo in my pussy. I think it was four inches in diameter and 10 or 12 inches long.

 

“Doctor, what does this have to do with piercing my clitoris?” I ask.

 

“Well, Gwen, the more stimulated you are, the harder your clit will be. I need is hard and throbbing to make sure I pierce it in the proper location without destroying any nerves.

 

“You won’t have any room to work with that thing shoved up my pussy, doctor,” I respond.

 

“Who said anything about putting “The Intimidator” in your pussy?”

 

“Then what do you intend to do with it?”

 

“It’s going up your ass, of course!”

 

“You’re putting “The Intimidator” up my ass?” I ask.

 

“Why not? Didn’t that giant have a four inch diameter cock rammed up your asshole? Maybe not as long but certainly as wide!” he says with a smile.

 

Nurse Jones hands the doctor the now greased “Intimidator.”

 

Shakiro places “The Intimidator” up against my rosebud and twists it back and forth, trying to gain some ground, but nothing happened. I am too tight.

 

“Nurse Jones, I think you need to loosen our girl up a little,” he says.

 

“Yes, doctor,” replies the blonde bimbo with a smile on her face. She greases her fingers and pushes one into my rectum. I stare at her as she works on me adding a second finger and then a third, burying them up to the knuckle.

 

“Is that the best you can do, Blondie?”

 

I’m surprised at my own boldness. Just a week ago I would have been shocked at someone doing this to me.

 

“Oh I can give you more, slut,” she says as she adds a fourth finger and twists and turns them in my rectum.

 

I groan and smile back at Nurse Jones further provoking her as she tucks in her thumb and works her whole fist into my rectum. The doctor is amused and touches my sensitive clit, sending chills up and down my spine.

 

“Very nice, Nurse Jones, but I want “The Intimidator” up her ass. Withdraw your fist slowly. Make sure there is no damage. You wouldn’t want to have to answer to the Marquis. Gwen may be a slut, but she’s the Marquis’s special slut.”

 

Jones reluctantly withdraws her hand. I know she would have loved to drive it all the way up my rectum and done some real damage with those nails of her.

 

She is then directed by Shakiro to start working “The Intimidator” up my ass.  I’m loosened up quite a bit and she is able to get the head of “The Intimidator” in me past my sphincter muscle. My anal ring clings tightly to this intruder. I feel so full already.

 

I decide to have some fun with the bitch. I won’t let her have any satisfaction. She’s out to make me squirm and even scream, but she’s in for a surprise.

 

Shakiro continues playing with my clit while his bimbo nurse pushes on “The Intimidator.”

 

“Oh God, that feels so good! Oh Nurse Jones, you really know how to fill a girl up. Oh yeah, work that fucking dildo up my ass,” I moan, seeing the look of dissatisfaction on the blonde bimbo’s face.

 

She works another two inches into me. The doctor now leans over and licks my large throbbing clit.

 

“Oh yeah, suck on it, doctor. My big fucking clit needs a lot of attention,” I coo.

 

He takes my clit in his mouth and sucks on it as Nurse Jones works more of “The Intimidator” up my now stretched out ass.

 

“Come on, Nurse Jones, work that dildo in and out. That feels so good!”

 

“That’s enough, Nurse Jones. Six inches is sufficient,” orders the doctor.

 

The nurse reluctantly stops pushing on “The Intimidator.”  I look down at her with lust in my eyes, and then I lick my lips. She looks very unhappy and this gives me a great deal of satisfaction.

 

“Doctor, aren’t you going to suck on my clit any more? It feels so good,” I ask.

 

The doctor smiles at me.

 

“Gwen, there has been quite a change in you since your last visit! What happened?”

 

“I just realized what a slut I am, and how much I love what you do to me, doctor,” I answer, again running my tongue over my lips.

 

He seems to be amused and not at all displeased.

 

He leans over and examines my now hard, throbbing clit.

 

“Is it hard enough, doctor?” I ask.

 

“Oh yes, Gwen,” he replies as he makes several marks on my clit with a marker.

 

He then dabs my clit with antiseptic. Taking a pair of forceps, he holds my clit and places a 16 gauge needle at one of his markings. 

 

“Take a deep breath, Gwen, and then exhale.

 

I do, and as I exhale he pushes the needle through my clit and into a receiving tube. The pain is not as bad as I thought it would be. I have experiences much more pain prior to this from the Marquis and his associates. Actually, I am somewhat disappointed.

 

Dr. Shakiro threads a clit ring through the new piercing and applies more antiseptic.

 

“That’s it, Gwen. That wasn’t too bad, was it?”  He asks.

 

“No, it wasn’t but it does sting,” I answer.

 

“Well, of course, it does. I just pushed a 16 gauge needle thorough your clit followed by a clit ring,” he chuckles. “It will take six to eight weeks to heal.  Sex of any kind must be avoided until about 4 weeks from now. No masturbation or manipulation of any kind until after eight weeks. The Marquis is already aware of all this.”

 

Nurse Jones is then directed to slowly remove the dildo from my rectum. She reluctantly does this. I know she would have loved to shove that thing all the way into me. I smile at her as she slowly removes “The Intimidator.”

 

The rest of the visit is uneventful, and I am returned to my quarters after a short recovery time and observation by the good doctor. His attitude changes towards me near the end of the visit. I suspect he knows I was purposely baiting his nurse, and he approves.