They torture her cunt together

Tom provided aftercare to Sarah the rest of the night. Some of this was painful, but the pain was not erotic. For example, the alcohol swabs that cleaned up Sarah's blood from her chest was not exciting in the least to either of them. But they both knew it was necessary to prevent Sarah getting an infection.

In the morning, though, Sarah looked at Tom deeply in the eyes. Her face showed she knew what was next, and Tom understood the look completely.

They went and bought a large number of lancets. Sarah suggested the most wicked-looking ones, and Tom agreed. At home, Sarah stripped off the moment they were inside, then she crawled to the bathroom where she shaved her vulva and taint, then swabbed it with alcohol wipes, which caused her to whimper. "I'm ready, sir," Sarah called out.

Tom came into the bathroom with a packet of lancets and some rope. He tied Sarah to the toilet by her ankles and then bound her hands to her collar, behind her. He positioned her toward the front of the toilet seat, and started inserting lancets into her vulva. There were 144 lancets, but Sarah passed out before they were halfway done.