She Needs Stitches

"Have you ever used a medical stapler?" Dr. Blaze asked as she wiped away at the blood between Circe's legs.

The sorceress was still ****, mounted in the gynecology chair, legs in the stirrups. To the reporter is looked like her vagina had torn at the bottom. There was an ugly red line that ran straight to the woman's asshole.

"No?" Lois Lane said.

"You want to?" The doctor reached out with one gloved hand and grabbed the device from the counter. "They're fun!"

"I...really think I should leave that to a professional."

"Hmm. Your loss."

The gloved hands pinched the skin together and angled the stitch gun over the wound. There was a mechanical clack, and Circe shifted, moaning in pain.

"Shouldn't we...give her some anaesthetics? Or something?" Lois shifted uneasily in her slutty nurse outfit, the Star Sapphire ring burning on her finger. She didn't know why, but somehow this was making her...excited. Maybe it was the scent and sight of blood. Some people freaked out about it, but Lois had never been bothered.

Chik-chik-chik the medical stapler went as Dr. Blaze deftly sealed the wound.

"Oh, she'll get her medication a little later," the doctor said, leaning back to admire her handiwork. It wasn't pretty exactly: black stitches sewed the line between Circe's vagina and anus. They didn't look sexy, except in a Bride of Frankenstein kind of way, but now that the blood had been wiped away, except for a few scabs, it didn't look grotesque either.

"So...what do we do now?" Lois wasn't sure what the policy was for disposing of an ****, wounded client from an illegal underground brothel. She didn't think they would try to kill Circe...at least, if they were going to do that, they wouldn't have sewn her up first...but beyond that...

"Now, you can help me with the next procedure," Dr. Blaze said firmly.