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“Bring her.”
Led by that swinging chain, as well as followed by Cassius, with him muttering about wanting to fuck my ass again, we proceeded down the corridor. None of the staff showed their faces. To my shock, and perhaps Cassius’s, we entered the room he’d described that first day. A stainless-steel table stood in the middle, on a steel stalk that would allow it to be turned. The drain hole at one end was definitely meant to drain fluids after messy things…such as dissections of bodies. It was longer than ones I’d seen before and, to my dread, the doctor pointed at it.
“Get her up on there while I find the straps.”
Me, up there. This seemed a recipe for disaster. Yet again, it threw me into terrible doubts. What could I do, though, if Cassius were also in on whatever diabolical deed was planned here?
Was this to be just needles, or was there something else in store for me? They wouldn’t cut me up on there, would they? What if I were in the hands of two serial killers? What if ten thousand things.Fuck.I hauled myself back from the brink of panic.
I pulled myself straighter and allowed myself to be led to the table. If it were so, I was doomed anyway.
The doctor winked at me, returning to the table with a handful of leather straps. “You’ve gone pale, Charity. I like mindfucks but not when the victim is dead scared and about to throw up. I promise this won’t be unbearable.” He sighed and eyed me, studying my body with a gaze that lingered and lent some sexual energy to the room. “I may even do worse to you, like give you an orgasm.”
Oh my.My head switched fromalarm, alarmtohmmm, this might work out. Needles inside me while they made me come? I was suddenly interested.
“There you go. Be good and take what is due, and we might make you come. Happier?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, thank you,doctor.”
I blushed and trotted out those words, fast.
“Fucking tempting, isn’t she?” Cassius smacked my ass, sending enough heat simmering into me from the slap on my flesh that my clit noticed and swelled.
I had likely gone all wide-eyed at their words and actions. The pair of them together were assholes, but maybe they qualified as good assholes.
They had me lie on the table with my back to the cold steel, then used the straps to restrain me above and below my breasts, at thighs and lower legs, and an inch or two above where my clit was stirring to life. They strapped my wrists to the table, until I was close to immobile.
The bondage awakened my kinkiest self, especially with the doctor approaching me, unwrapping a needle, showing me the point. This would hurt, and when had I ever been into being pierced? Maybe now I was because everything he was doing was balancing wonderfully, with scary sadism on one side and eroticism on the other.
He began on the upper curve of my right breast, swabbing the area and letting it dry, because the alcohol in it would sting otherwise.Maybe next time, were his words.The sting would add to it…
The room blurred as I focused in on his hand and the approach of that fine steel point, and as it dug into my breast I tensed and breathed through my clenched teeth. Noises quietened. The push of the point dented my skin for a millisecond, then it slipped into me and popped out the other side, having been tunneled through my skin.
“Fuck.” I hissed, fascinated by the lance of pain. I looked at that sharp point, at that obscene piece of metal that had pierced me, then I shut my eyes.
“There. One down.”
There wasn’t even blood, no wait, there it was, the tiniest bleb.
The next needle was slipped into me, and the next, dodging my actual nipple… Open-mouthed, panting, I squirmed as he went down to my belly, drawing a painful silvery trail that throbbed. On my stomach, the needles hurt twice as much when they entered. When I breathed, my needle snake writhed. I couldn’t see much anymore, for my neck was exhausted—I’d been craning my neck to watch.
The deliberate pain made me needy, especially when he began to needle me then tease my clit, or between my legs. That smooth, aching slide of his fingers and how they glistened; I was wet with arousal.
Cassius crouched beside me, turned my head, and kissed me as the doctor stuck the first needle into my mound, then another, and another. I whined into his mouth. He nibbled my lip and laughed, low and teasing. The kiss was still happening when the doctor reached my clit and grasped it in finger and thumb.
I broke away and blurted, tried to drum my heels. “Not there! Please! Not there.”
I could feel what he held, and the doctor had pinched all the flesh of that nub, not just the hood. He raised the needle, high. “How sorry are you?”
“Very! Please. I won’t disobey you, doctor. Never ever.”
“And if you do, you know what happens.”
“I do. I do.”
Smiling Cassius leaned over me. “And I never knew how much I’d like watching this. I want to lick the blood off those needles then suck on you, until you sob to be allowed to finish. Are we chastised, Miss Charity?”
