The Misadventures of Gwen Chapter 23 

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Chapter 23

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

I thought back to yesterday’s events, and I began to get wet. I awoke this morning aroused. I was hornier than ever, and it didn’t take much to trigger me.  I would do anything to cum. I needed to cum so badly, but if given the choice to cum or please the Marquis, I would gladly please him instead, but I didn’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 knew that if I stayed completely devoted to him, he might modify me and most certainly would make me suffer, but he would also protect me. This was the best that I could hope for.  I had to look to him for

I feared that if some other individuals were given free reign with me, I might not survive. My loyalty to the Marquis would ensure that this would never happen. My hope was for the future I could build here. There was 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 was special and desired by many.

After walking and aerobics, I was treated to another long bath. Monique and Evelyn were very attentive, and they took some minor liberties with me.  While washing my breasts, Evelyn paid much too much attention to my nipples. Monique, in turn, also lingered way to long, bathing my clit. By the time my bath was over, I was highly aroused.

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

“Mademoiselle, I have never seen anything like this before. It’s a little bit scary,” commented Monique.

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

Claire then milked me and for the first time since being reprimanded by the Marquis, spent an inordinate amount of time adjusting the suction cups and squeezing my breasts.  She also brushed up against my clit too often to be considered a coincidence. I couldn’t help but feel that the Marquis had eased up on them and in some ways given them a green light to take liberties with me. I wondered how bold they would become in the future. 

After lunch, I waited to see to the Marquis. This would be the first time I would see him on two consecutive days in quite some time. He wanted to discuss the status of the movie from what little information I could extrapolate from the chambermaids’ conversation.

About an hour passed before I was summoned. For probably the first time in a great while I looked forward to this meeting. I anticipated what he might have in store for me. Any scenarios I could conger up left me wet.

Upon arriving in the great room, I assumed the position as the Marquis walked over to me. He looked me up and down. I could tell he liked what he saw.

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

“Sorry, sir,” I answered sadly.

“Well, to be expected considering the circumstances.  It was rather a shocker for you,” he snickered, 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 got wet thinking about what she did to me. How she used me!  The thought of possibly another encounter with her made 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 crossed my lips at the compliment the Marquis paid me.  This encouraged me to please him all the more.

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

“Oh, yes, sir,” I responded.

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

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

“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 said.

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

“I understand, sir,” I said 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 recalled 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 opened. He removed 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 said.

“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 was no choice. I would never take the easy way out. I would take the choice that most pleased the Marquis.

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

A smile broke out on the Marquis’s face as he offered me the pins. I reached into the box and removed one of the four inch pins.

A chain was lowered from the ceiling. My hair was gathered into a pony tail and attached securely to the chain.  The chain was then raised until pressure was placed on my scalp, and I was 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, allowed 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 said.

The Marquis stood close by watching me. I looked him in the eyes as I took the long pin and placed the tip of the pin on the center of my right nipple.  I licked my lips as I pushed and the tip disappeared in my nipple. I moaned. I pushed harder and the pin continued its journey. I felt a sharp pain as the needle penetrated deeper and deeper into my nipple. My legs were getting shaky as my clit became hard in response to the abuse my breast was taking at my own hand. Just thinking about what I was doing to myself got me aroused.  Three inches was now buried with an inch to go.

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

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

I took the second four inch needle and placed it on the center of my left nipple. I moaned again. This was so kinky. I couldn’t believe I was doing this to myself, and I liked it. It was turning me on. I was so hot. I pushed hard sinking an inch of the pin in my nipple. God, the pain was so good. My clit was throbbing and aching with need. Looking the Marquis in the eye, I parted my lips and buried another inch of the pin in my nipple.  

My hips began to sway slightly.  I was so turned on. I was such a slut. I must be careful for this increased the pressure on my scalp.

My eyes glazed over as I pushed again and three inches of the pin was now buried in my left nipple.

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

I squeezed my breasts as the pins stuck obscenely out of the ends of my nipples. I looked at them and licked my lips. I was highly aroused now as my pussy was sopping wet.

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

“Oh, I think so, sir,” I moaned.

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

“Yes, sir, I will be shocked!”

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

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

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

I couldn’t be hearing right. He would let me cum. This was a dream cum true.

“Of course, I’d rather that you don’t! I like to see you suffer. I like it when 50,000 volts of electricity ravages your body, but I understand if you would like to cum,” he explained.

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

His eyebrows rose. 

“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 answered not quite knowing what he meant.

He went to the cabinet and returned with a candle lighter. With one hand he rubbed my clit sending chills up and down my spine. With the other hand he flicked the lighter which shot out a flame that he directed toward the end of the pin buried in my right nipple. I looked on in horror now knowing how he wanted to heat me up.

After a few short seconds I felt a pain in my nipple that was intensifying as the flame heated up the pin.  The pain was now unbearable as a groan built in my throat and escaped through my mouth.  I was trying to be strong but I couldn’t bear it!  Suddenly he removed the flame.  

The pain subsided but my pussy was sopping wet and my clit was aching, loving the attention he was giving it.  

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

He then applied the flame to the other pin and soon I felt the heat building into excruciating pain in my left nipple. I couldn’t help but move my breast, trying to escape the heat of the flame.  Again a groan escaped my throat as I could bear no more and the flame was soon withdrawn.

His fingers continued to work on my clit and then traveled down between my pussy lips, seeking out my entrance. I couldn’t recall him ever doing this before. He drove two fingers into me.  I was so hot and loving the attention he as giving me. My breasts swayed on my chest with the two pins sticking obscenely out of them.  I could feel them moving inside of me.  The tension on my scalp increased as I found it hard to remain on the balls of my feet.

He then kissed me, driving his tongue deeply into my mouth as my chest was crushed against his. The pins were driven in the last remaining inch as he continued to explore my mouth with his tongue. His fingers worked at a steady pace in and out of me.  I ground my hips, seeking to drive his fingers deeper into me. I was so fucking hot and so close to a climax. I wanted to cum and knew how pleased the Marquis would be when the electrical current hit my nipples and filled me with pain.  

Oh yes, that felt so good. My cunt was on fire. He added a third finger, and I could take no more.  My tongue went wild in his mouth as I approached that point of no return. Yes! Yes! Yes!

“Aaaaaggggghhhhhh,” my nipples were on fire with the shocks coursing though them. The pain was conducted through the pins and burned deep within my tit flesh.  Moments later my clit exploded in pain.  The Marquis held me close as my body convulsed, riddled with shock after shock. 

He then let me go. I swayed back and forth on the chain supported only by my hair.  The shocks continued to my nipples and clit as I swayed and danced. 

The Marquis striped out of his clothes, lowered me to the floor, and buried his cock deep in my throbbing pussy.

This rekindled the fires burning in my loins, and I fucked back for all I was worth. The shocks continued to my nipples and clit, but I didn’t care. This was what he wanted. I couldn’t separate pleasure from pain anymore as they melded into one.

My body convulsed as I met his thrusts, and then from deep inside, my pussy exploded in a massive orgasm that spread throughout my body. At the same time the Marquis exploded and shot a load of sperm into my belly. The shocks to my nipples and clit intensified, filling me with electrical charges and excruciating pain. 

And then they ceased as I lay there convulsing under the Marquis who was still on top of me. My teeth chattered. He got up, and I was told to assume the position. How I would have loved to just lie there holding him.

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

“Did you cum?” the Marquis asked.

“Oh yes, sir,” I answered.

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

I looked 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 said as I broke down and cried.

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

He went over to the cabinet and returned with a leather paddle that looked much like a ping pong paddle but somewhat larger.

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

I refused to scream, knowing this would upset him. I bared the pain as he again raised the paddle and brought it down on my left nipple, driving the pin deeper.  The pain was excruciating and tears flowed from my eyes, but at the same time I was betrayed by a tingle in my clit which once more grew 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 was raised again and came down unmercifully on my right breast and then again on my left. My legs were wobbly. My body was wracked in pain, but I was getting aroused.  How much longer would this go on? How much more could 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 dropped the paddle. 

“Remove the pins, slut!” he ordered.

I grasped the tip of the pin with my nails and pulled it slowly out of my right nipple. I then did the same, removing the pin from my left nipple.  

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

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

“No, sir,” I replied 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 questioned.

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

“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 was summoned to take me back to my quarters. So ended my afternoon with the Marquis.  Would I ever be able to truly please him?





After bathing and dinner I went to Dr. Shakiro’s for whatever modification the Marquis had in mind. I wanted to ask him what it was, but dared not, considering his foul mood. 
Dr. Shakiro greeted me as I entered his office.

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

“Thank you, doctor,” I responded 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 chuckled as he pushed a button on the remote releasing the latch on my bra.  My bra was then removed, and I was directed to lie down on the examination table.

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

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

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

“Yes, doctor,” I answered.

“Well, today, you are going to have your clit pierced,” he explained as his hands roamed 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,” explained the doctor as his fingers expertly manipulated my clit causing it to ache and throb.

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

The doctor chuckled as he played with my nipples.

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

“Yes, doctor,” I answered.

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

“Yes, sir.”

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

“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 laughed.

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 was. My clit throbbed 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 left the room. 

A few minutes later his nurse entered.  Well, I suppose you could call her a nurse. She wore a very skimpy nurse’s outfit, revealing a great deal of cleavage and leg. My guess was he used 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 explained as she walks up to me.
Her hands probed my body feeling my tits and squeezing my nipples. A slight groan escaped from my lips.

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

She raised her skirt to show me her clit not that I was 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 continued as she got 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 replied.

“Yes, it is, slut,” she said as she sat 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 said while reaching back and grabbing my nipples.

Where was Shakiro? Why was this blonde bimbo allowed to do this?  She applied pressure to my nipples and then started digging in with her fingernails. At the same time she shoved her pussy forward towards my mouth. I was left with few options. Either I ate her out, or I would suffer for it.

“I’m waiting!” 

Left with no other option, I lightly licked her clit with my tongue. She groaned obviously enjoying the contact. I ran my tongue around her clit and then took it in my mouth and sucked hard.

“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 cooed as she moved forward grinding her pussy into my face. 

My tongue then traveled down between her labia and I paused to suck on her pussy lips before driving my tongue into her.  She moaned again as she held my head trying to push me deeper into her fuck hole. My nose pressed against her clit, driving her wild. She bucked up and down on my face as I sucked and licked her wet sloppy pussy. Eating her out was 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 moaned as she became frantic. 

She tensed up and then, “OH YEAH!!!!” she screamed as she wildly rode my face, lost in her own orgasm.  

Finally sated, she got off me and lowered her skirt. She then cleaned 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 said 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 replied. 

“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 finished taking my blood pressure, Dr. Shakiro returned.

“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 asked.

“Well, Gwen, the more stimulated you are, the harder your clit will be. I need it 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 responded.

“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 asked.

“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 said with a smile.

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

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

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

“Yes, doctor,” replied the blonde bimbo with a smile on her face. She greased her fingers and pushed one into my rectum. I stared at her as she worked 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 was 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 said as she added a fourth finger and twisted and turned them in my rectum.

I groaned and smiled back at Nurse Jones further provoking her as she tucked in her thumb and worked her whole fist into my rectum. The doctor was amused and touched 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 withdrew her hand. I knew she would have loved to drive it all the way up my rectum and done some real damage with those nails of her.

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

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

Shakiro continued playing with my clit while his bimbo nurse pushed 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 moaned, seeing the look of dissatisfaction on the blonde bimbo’s face. 

She worked another two inches into me. The doctor now leaned over and licked my large throbbing clit. 

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

He took my clit in his mouth and sucked on it as Nurse Jones worked 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,” ordered the doctor.

The nurse reluctantly stopped pushing on “The Intimidator.”  I looked down at her with lust in my eyes, and then I licked my lips. She looked very unhappy and this gave me a great deal of satisfaction.

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

The doctor smiled 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 answered, again running my tongue over my lips.

He seemed to be amused and not at all displeased.

He leaned over and examined my now hard, throbbing clit.

“Is it hard enough, doctor?” I asked.

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

He then dabbed my clit with antiseptic. Taking a pair of forceps, he held my clit and placed a 16 gauge needle at one of his markings.  

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

I did, and as I exhaled he pushed the needle through my clit and into a receiving tube. The pain was not as bad as I thought it would be. I had experiences much more pain prior to this from the Marquis and his associates. Actually, I was somewhat disappointed. 

Dr. Shakiro threaded a clit ring through the new piercing and applied more antiseptic.

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

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

“Well, of course, it does. I just pushed a 16 gauge needle thorough your clit followed by a clit ring,” he chuckled. “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 was then told to slowly remove the dildo from my rectum. She reluctantly did this. I knew she would have loved to shove that thing all the way into me. I smiled at her as she slowly removed “The Intimidator.”

“Oh, Nurse Jones, that feels so good,” I moaned which further pissed her off.

The rest of the visit was uneventful, and I was returned to my quarters after a short recovery time and observation by the good doctor. His attitude changed towards me near the end of the visit. I suspected he knew I was purposely baiting his nurse, and he approved.




