She raised a small white object into Quinn’s line of sight. “Just a small anesthetic. At least, capable of resisting any attempt by our girls to remove it once it’s set in place.”
“But how do they… you know…” Joan asked, taking the device from Taggert and looking it over carefully. “It’s a clit ring,” Harriet said evenly, “The needle part,” she said coldly, and with relish, “goes right through your clit and, out the other side. She groaned and arched her back, but did not make a word of complaint. Waiting. It sent little fire raging all over her body, she’d never had this feeling before, her whole pussy felt like it was on fire, she tried to bring her legs together, as if there was an itch there to scratch, but could not. “But, how in the world are you going to be able to control her? “I’m sorry, about my daughters behavior, Ms.Taggert.
