She was in her own little room. It had a window, set too high on the wall for her to see anything through it but the sky and an occasional bird flying by. The window was partly open. She could smell flowery scents coming in from the outside, and a faint tang of salt air. She fell asleep wishing that she was a bird herself and able to fly away from this terrible place once she had healed up.
A nurse roused her from her sleep some time later. The lone window had been shut, and it looked dark outside. Perhaps ‘nurse’ wasn’t the right word. The woman looked more like one of the inmates here, if a bit older than average. She was a strapping blonde, clad only in what looked like a white poncho belted at the waist and flip-flop sandals. She also spoke no English, and had to communicate with Gia through gestures. The first thing that Gia understood was that she was supposed to get out of the bed. She managed it with much moaning and groaning. Her muscles had tightened up while she slept. Everything still hurt, but not quite as much. The nurse made her stand away from the bed and reach up to grasp a bar hanging down from the whitewashed ceiling. She had to stretch to do it, which led to more groans. The pains she felt were all small ones now, but there were so many of them that their cumulative effect made her feel faint.
The nurse took a container of salve from a pocket in her poncho and began rubbing it onto Gia’s body. Her touch was light, but it still caused Gia to flinch and cry out. The salve, whatever it was, felt cool and creamy at first. Gia could smell a mixed odor of mint and flowers and something medicinal. Then she felt the stuff warming up on her skin, soothing away the pains wherever it touched. It felt so good that she didn’t even flinch as the nurse applied it to her poor abused breasts. She closed her eyes and hung on to the bar and let the nurse smear the wonderful stuff all over her, even between her legs. She had to lift her legs for the nurse to put it on the soles of her feet. Even those had been whipped by the big man, the Bashaw, as she had screamed and wailed and begged for him to stop. All he had done in response was to laugh and then whip them all the harder.
She shuddered as she remembered that she had been sold to that beast. She only had a short time left here before he would come to take her away. She suddenly felt violently ill. She let go of the bar and sank to her knees, retching.
The nurse cleaned her up and called in two other women dressed as she was to clean up the mess on the floor. She shepherded Gia back into her bed and drew the sheet up to cover her. Gia just lay on her side, sobbing and shivering until sleep came to her again.
***
“So. How are you?” The man was past middle age with pasty white skin, a balding head, thick glasses, and he carried a clipboard. Since he was also dressed like a doctor and had tended to her before, Gia was content to think of him as her doctor. She didn’t know if he really was one or not.
“Better,” she answered weakly. “I’m still sore.”
The doctor smiled and looked at his clipboard. “That’s only to be expected,” he said. He spoke English with a peculiar trace of an accent. “Can you move?”
“Yes,” Gia nodded as she lay in her bed. “But it hurts when I do.”
“But it doesn’t hurt as much as it did,” the doctor said without looking up. “Your nurse has kept me apprised of your progress. Your skin wasn’t broken anywhere, so you should heal up completely, without any scarring.” He sounded strangely cheerful about that. Gia just shuddered. She hadn’t even considered that possibility. She started feeling nauseous again.
“Well, you seem to have regained enough of your strength for a full examination,” the doctor went on, still without looking up.
“A full examination?” Gia stirred uneasily.
“Yes,” the doctor said brightly. This time he did look up. “You haven’t eaten anything yet today?”
“No,” Gia shook her head.
“Excellent! I’ll go and make the arrangements now.”
***
The room that the nurse led still-naked Gia into a little while later looked for all the world like a doctor’s office. To be more precise, it looked like a gynecologist’s office. It had cabinets, a sink, and an examining table with stirrups. Gia shuddered when she saw it. She remembered her last examination all too well. Even after all they’d put her through here, that was still one of the most humiliating experiences she’d had. She found herself pressing her thighs together, as if to protect herself.
“Ah, good!” the doctor said as they entered the room. “Just get up on the table, would you? I think you know how it goes.”
Resignedly, Gia clambered up onto the table. It wasn’t that easy, because her hands had been cuffed in front of her. She carefully slid her feet into the stirrups. As she did that, two men entered the room. She almost tried to cover herself at the intrusion, but what would be the point? Since she’d woken up here she’d been kept completely naked, except for the few things that Kara had let her wear. She sighed, closed her eyes, and leaned back. This was just one more thing to endure. She didn’t want to think about what was coming in the next few minutes, or what was coming in the next few days.
Her eyes flew open when she felt someone raising her arms up over her head. It was the nurse. Then the two men gripped her ankles and held her feet down in the stirrups while the doctor quickly strapped them in place. She wanted to struggle, but she forced herself to keep still. She felt the nurse fastening her handcuffs to some unseen point above her head. She still didn’t struggle. And then the nurse took something out of a drawer and brought it over. It looked like a round rubber bar in the middle of a length of strap. When the nurse started to push the bar into her mouth, Gia finally balked. Something felt terribly
wrong
to her now, now that it was too late for her to put up any kind of resistance. She protested, she complained, and she refused to open her mouth for that thing. It wasn’t until the doctor gave her a nasty electrical shock from what looked like a cattle prod that she finally relented. The nurse strapped the gag in place more tightly than it needed to be, and Gia began crying. It wasn’t just tears: It was tears and helpless, constant sobbing. She’d heard of a particularly nasty operation often inflicted on third-world women and she just
knew
that that was what was going to happen to her now. When the doctor parted her labia with gloved fingers, she lost it completely and started struggling, bucking hard against those invading fingers. She would die before she let them do that to her! She would make them have to kill her!
The doctor seemed unperturbed. While the two men held Gia down he swabbed a spot on her arm and gave her some kind of injection. Then they let her struggle all she wanted until the drug took hold. A creeping lassitude gradually took control of her body. Her muscles wouldn’t respond. In fact, her body felt a little numb. But her mind remained perfectly clear, which only made the horror she felt even worse.
The doctor leaned over her. He wasn’t smiling.
“Just try to relax,” he told her. “It won’t take all that long, but the Bashaw left very specific instructions regarding you, and it’s best to attend to them now so that you have time to heal before he returns.”
Gia glared up at him. She tried to snarl, but her mouth wasn’t cooperating any more than the rest of her body. She tried to lift her head, and failed. The doctor went back to examining her. She could feel his fingers probing and prying, but now it almost felt as if he was doing it to somebody else. Then the nurse came over with some strange device. The nurse was smiling nastily. Gia would have shuddered if she could have. As it was, all she could do was try to keep an eye on the device as the nurse brought it down, closer and closer to her face. Then it got too close for her to focus on it. She felt something being inserted into her nose, first in one nostril, then in the other. Whatever they were, they were too big to fit without distending her nostrils. It was uncomfortable, but not uncomfortable enough for her to ignore whatever the doctor was doing to her pussy. She felt one of her labia being pulled aside and held in place, and then the nurse did something. There was a click and a bang and Gia felt a sudden, stinging pain up inside her nose. It brought fresh tears to her eyes. She yelped weakly. Then the things were out of her nostrils and she could smell blood. The nurse quickly swabbed the inside of her nose with something that stung abominably and smelled like alcohol. She inhaled the fumes and began coughing.
She felt something else being inserted into her nose. She didn’t know what it was and she didn’t care. She could feel both of her labia pulled aside and held apart now, and the doctor was fiddling with the sensitive inner labia. She wanted to raise her head to see what he was doing, but it felt too heavy. Now she could also feel something resting lightly on her upper lip. She wanted to fight and kick and scream. Instead, all she could do was lie there, whining and keening and crying.
The nurse’s face appeared above her again. The woman was still smiling as she held up a mirror so that Gia could see her own face. Blinking through her tears, Gia could see that there was now a silvery ring through her nose. She shut her eyes and moaned around the bit gag. She opened her eyes again when she felt someone’s mouth on her nipple. It was the nurse. The woman was sucking and licking, slowly working Gia’s nipple erect. Gia found that she could now move just the tiniest bit, but nowhere near enough to shake off the nurse. The woman only chuckled and kept at it until she seemed satisfied with her work. When she finally straightened up, Gia could see her nipple standing proudly and vulnerably erect while the doctor was still fingering her down there, making her wet.
“This is truly a lovely pussy,” he smiled at her, “perfectly symmetrical, pink and plump. One of the prettiest I have seen. It will look even prettier after the piercing.”
Piercing? Gia struggled to lift her head and complain, but she still had no strength. Then the nurse applied the strange device to Gia’s erect nipple. There was another click-bang and Gia shrieked as her nipple was pierced. The nurse swabbed the nipple with more astringent and deftly threaded a ring through Gia’s sensitive flesh. Once again, she held up the mirror so that Gia could admire her new jewelry. Gia just managed to turn her head a little to one side rather than look.
The nurse moved around to the other side of the table and began sucking on Gia’s other nipple. Gia couldn’t even work up the strength to complain now. Why should she? None of it would do her the least bit of good. Strapped down and spread open as she was, they could do anything that they wanted to her. She was sure that they were enjoying her futile struggles, so the one thing she could do was deny them that pleasure by remaining passive, as passive and inert as she could possibly be. In spite of her determination, she still winced and hissed as her other nipple was pierced and fitted out with a ring. The nurse held up the mirror again and seemed disappointed when Gia refused to look.
Some feeling was beginning to return to Gia’s body now, so she felt it all the more keenly when the doctor pierced one of her labia. She shuddered and moaned. She did the same when he pierced her other labia. She began to think that her ordeal was almost over. Then she began to hope so.
“Just one last piercing,” the doctor smiled at her brightly. “You’ve done very well so far, but I must warn you that this may hurt a bit.”
What? What were they going to pierce now? Her navel? She thought she could stand that, but she began breathing heavily. It couldn’t hurt as badly as her nipple piercings had, so why did he think it necessary to warn her? Then she felt something pierce her clitoris, and she screamed… and screamed… and screamed. She didn’t stop screaming until she felt him threading something through her still sore and painfully sensitive clit. Then all she had the strength for were sobs and moans. She was shaking all over, and while the room had felt almost too warm for her when she had first been brought in, now she felt a creeping chill.
“All done,” the doctor nodded. Gia just sobbed. They had not done what she’d most feared, but what they had done was bad enough.
Chapter Eleven
“Hurry!” the small, brown-skinned woman urged Gia. “He is waiting!”
Gia looked at her reflection in the mirror. She barely recognized herself. For the first time since she had been brought to this terrible place she had been allowed to wear clothes, but the clothes covered nothing, really. The harem pants might reach from her waist, where they were held up by nothing more than multicolored beads on a string, to her ankles, which were weighed down by multiple metal anklets of different widths and different metals, but they were made of a material so gauzy that it was very nearly transparent. They were also crotchless. Her freshly-shaved mons was completely visible, as was the beginning of the slit between her labia. A diamond stud winked in the light at the very beginning of that slit. It was the only visible evidence of her clitoral piercing. Down between her legs were the two golden rings that pierced her labia.
She also wore something like a vest, made of more gauzy material. It had long, gauzy sleeves. It also reached barely to the undersides of her breasts, but it didn’t cover them at all. The only button it had fastened it at her throat. After that it simply hung open, brushing against the sides of her breasts. There wasn’t enough material there for her to pull it shut if she’d wanted to.
Or if she could… there was a brass collar fastened around her neck. It fit snugly, thanks to the soft padding on the inside, but not so snugly that it interfered with her breathing. Long, ornate round brass bars ran out from it to either side. There were round holes through their ends, and the brass bracelets locked around her wrists were fastened through those holes by brass chains. Her arms were held out, half-bent, to either side of her head. She could move them a little, but not much. Looser-fitting bracelets, also of brass, circled her upper arms. Tiny brass chains ran from them to the gold rings piercing her nipples. There was so much slack in those delicate chains that she could feel their weight pulling at her nipples. Each nipple ring also had a tiny silver bell attached to it.