Without a word they pushed her narrow bed — practically a gurney — through the door, down a series of hallways and into an operating room. There the sheet that covered her was removed, and she was bathed and prepped for surgery. At last all was ready, and after an agonizing wait Mistress arrived. She swept into the room, gowned and masked. Alyssa followed, similarly garbed, and as soon as Mistress saw Corey lying there naked and bound and all splayed out, she snapped at the young Dungeon Girl.
“Why doesn’t this slut have a gag?”
“I’m sorry, Mistress. I assumed you’d anesthetize her, and would need to fit a mask over her face.”
“f**k no!” Mistress cried. “This accomplished torture-slut doesn’t need anesthetic! How could you even think that? Corey lives for pain. And she spewed on my f***
