"She told me the docents had shaved her to give me easier access. I was wondering whether she wanted me to lick her or have sex, but she told me, as if she was reading my thoughts, none of that fun could be blocked by her pubic fur, no matter how thick it was. And it was she assured me, before she shaved it all off for me. She waited, maybe wanting me to guess what it was she wanted, but I was suddenly afraid and couldn't think of anything to say. An uncomfortable minute later, the docents who'd taken away her wet panties brought in a sturdy bench made of some light wood and heavy, wrought-iron legs. They set it down in front of her and she straddled it. She had to open her thighs wide to do that, and it opened her bare pussylips, giving me a view deep into her pink. I told her it was lovely, and she smiled at me again.
"Before the docents left, they put two things on the bench between her legs: a wood-handled hammer and a shiny nail, long and thin. She looked at me as if I was supposed to know what to do with them, then picked up the nail and brought it to her lips. I remember those long, black fingernails as she licked the nail. Carefully. It was sharp as a needle. Then she told me it was for piercing her clit, and I really should have known that, shouldn't I?
"She handed it to me and I picked up the hammer too, while she pulled out her clit, stretching it, fingernails biting into the head to stretch it flat on the wood surface. I told her I couldn't do it, that it was crazy, that this wasn't really happening, but she guided my hand, had me push the nail down into the meat of her clit about halfway along its length. The point was sharp enough it drew a drop of blood just by her poking it where she wanted me to nail it. She shivered and gasped, as if she wasn't expecting it to hurt, as if I'd done something wrong.
"Then, like it was a nightmare, which it must have been, because I couldn't stop myself, I pounded the hammer down and she screamed and blood spurted out on the smooth white wood and her shaved pubis and my fingers and -- oh fuck! -- I felt myself cumming as she screamed in pain and tried to grab the hammer away from me and slapped my face hard and I splattered her with jizz, her belly, the wood bench, the nail, the blood dripping, mixing with my semen... it must have been a nightmare, hallucination. It must have! Because I thought I heard a voice saying so pleased you've collected a particularly big load!
"She let go her clit with the fingernails, but it was nailed to the board now, and bleeding. I dropped the hammer -- I heard it clatter on the stone floor -- and I tried to run away, but my trousers were down around my ankles and I tripped and I would have smashed my head except one of the docents caught me and I flopped into her arms, my face cushioned against her enormous breasts. They half-carried and half-dragged me away, the docent's blouse opening and the last thing I felt before I fell asleep again was her warm, soft flesh against my cheek."
The three of them were silent, Alex and Haly digesting this, Gene fading, leaning his head back.
"I think," said Haly, unbuttoning Gene's trousers and unzipping him, freeing a painfully engorged erection, "I think there's something we need to take care of before Gene can be comfortable and relax."
Gene could barely open his eyes, but Alex saw her lick her lips.
