Chapter Twenty Seven
“This is going to hurt a little bit,” Laurie heard Clarence Brown warn her from behind. She was lying on her stomach on the pommel horse in the workshop, with her cotton shift hitched up to her waist.
“Ow!” Laurie cried, as the sharp prick of a needle stung her right ass cheek.
“Come on now,” Clarence said in an avuncular manner. “It’s not that bad.”
Even though Clarence had already seen her naked body, she felt horribly vulnerable as he loomed over her bare buttocks. She thought about the alien object that she had earlier felt inside her rectum. She didn’t remember feeling it during the ten minute walk from Clarence’s cottage, and wondered if it had somehow dissolved.
She winced as Clarence continued to stab against her sensitive skin, and tried to take her mind
