Without giving Sandy any further warning, Jim ran the needle through BOTH lips at the same time. Surprised, Sandy bucked and shuddered and Jim dropped the stretched flesh from his squeezing fingers and let it rest, with the needle still in it, on the weeping girl's abdomen, the sharp end of the needle scratching her left thigh. Apparently, the anesthetic hadn’t completely blocked the nerves in the most sensitive area. A few minutes later, he took out the needle and put first one, then the other shackle in place.
“So now comes the 'piece of resistance',” said Jim, mimicking Sandy's perfect French with his own bastardization of the famous French cliché, and reaching carefully for the tiny, extended nub of her c**t.
“I want a load of pain-killer there,” she said, a bit too loudly, her voice
