Three Little Needles

Three Little Needles

You may call me Goddess Ultima. I am the ultimate in female genital torture (although I do not neglect the breasts). Woman come to me seeking the sort of pain which they are unable to find elsewhere, and which they are too scared to inflict on themselves. I do whatever is agreed. If a woman pays me to burn her clit and labia with lit cigarettes, then that is what she is going to get. Once the session begins there is no backing out, no matter how much she begs. The only promise is that you get what you’ve asked for. You may not like the end result.

One day a woman contacted me. She was a maso slut of around forty years old, and not unattractive. She was into serious clit torture fantasies, and she said that she wanted her clit tortured to destruction. Although I provide clit torture, I do not like to cut off the clit, not out of any sympathy towards my victims, but because the clit is the most sensitive bundle of nerves in the female body. Simply put, it is the best place to torture.

On chatting with the woman I discovered that what she wanted was to permanently lose all pleasure from the clit. I told her that could be achieved without clit removal. I said that if she came to me I would handle it so that she would never have another orgasm in her life – but she would suffer a lot of pain. I didn’t tell her the details of what I had planned, only that I would be suitably cruel. I said that I did not charge money, but that there would have to be a tribute: that she would have to bring me to orgasm before I went to work on her. That was acceptable. I also warned her that once I started on her that I would see the procedure through to the end, no matter how much she screamed and begged. That, too, was acceptable to this masochist.

She was late the day she had booked, and I was worried that she had chickened out. A lot of women do that, when faced with truly agonising clit torture. But she did turn up, although she was obviously very nervous.

I had her strip off almost as soon as she was through the door, while I remained in my dominatrix’s outfit of thigh-high leather stiletto boots, a tight leather corset, and a full leather helmet, which totally obscured my features. My victims never get to see my face. That is partly for my protection, in case they have any misgivings after the procedure, but also because I like to look scary. The hood is the scariest I could find, with sharp spikes sticking out of the leather.

“Crawl over here and worship my cunt!” I snapped at her. “It is time for my payment!”

She dropped to her hands and knees. She crawled over to sit at my feet. I stood with my legs spread, towering over her (I am over six feet tall – taller in the boots) as she tongued my cunt. I clasped my hands behind her back as I glared at her out of the eyeholes in the leather hood. I remained in that dominant position until I felt waves of pleasure wash over me, pleasure which she would never feel again.

I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the operating room, as I think of it. She had to crawl fast to keep up.

“Get in the chair.” I said. I have a shiny metal and black leather gyno chair. She clambered into it. I tied her in place with tight, unbreakable leather straps.

“Have you had an orgasm today?” I asked her.

“No.”

“Good. It is good that you haven’t had an orgasm because, if this measure is successful, your clit will be in too much pain for you to ever cum again.”

I got to work. I had had special clit needles designed, just for a slut like this. I put on a leather glove so that I could handle the needle without hurting my fingers. The needles I would be using were about half an inch longer than her erect clit, judging by the photos she had sent me. But before I pushed the needle into her I needed her clit expanded to its max. I used a vacuum pump on her clit, pumping away until I could not get her clit to grow any bigger. It was now an angry red. I tied off the base of the clit, trapping the blood inside the little organ which, under my ministrations, would be transformed from an organ of pleasure into an organ of pain.

She was ready. Her clit was now big enough to take three of the needles: one at the top of the clit, one in the bottom left, one in the bottom right. Then I picked up the first needle.

Each needle was really wicked. It had a sharp point at both ends. But along its shaft it had little barbs, ensuring that, once it was pushed inside the clit, it could not be pulled out without shredding the clit. But the way I was going to do this piercing it would not be possible to pull the needles out at all.

I forced each of the three needles down into the clit as far as they would go, until just the pointed ends of them were visible sticking out of the clit. The ends of the needles, and the first barbs, were already deep inside the root of the clit, inside her body. But the needles were still visible. It might be possible for somebody to grasp the needles with needlenose pliers and pull them out, even in so doing the inside of the clit would be shredded.

I got a nail, with a small, flat head, and used it to push the needles even further, so that the end of the needles were lost inside the flesh of her clit, and could not be seen. Then I got out my superglue and put three tiny dabs of glue in the holes I had made when I had pushed the needles inside this slut. The glue would aid in rapid healing. With luck the flesh clit would heal over the ends of the needles. They would remain trapped inside her forever.

“Don’t engage in any clit play for thirty days.” I said. I’m not sure whether she heard me over her screams of agony. Worse pain was to come when she got down from the gyno chair as, every time she moved, the needles would move inside her clit, the pointed ends and the barbs along the length of the needles tormenting the inside of her clit – forever.

I had to get a friend to drive her home, as she could hardly move without stabbing pains in her clit. She was to feel those pains until one of two things happened: she died, or her clit was cut off. I knew that she liked to have her clit whipped. But that would now be hugely more painful. With luck she would now be in so much pain that she would never cm again.

It seemed that she appreciated the needles, though, because, just after a month had passed, she contacted me to ask if she could have similar needles put deep in her nipples…

The End.