Chapter Fifteen
The door opens. Light comes by way of a narrow beam. Whomever enters is unknown, not to be viewed. A dark thick cloth blinds, covering the eyes, grazing the sore flesh of 128’s tattooed forehead.
Gloved hands work open her mouth. Fingers pinch closed her nostrils. The ear pieces click. A hiss is followed by a voice... male.
“Open. Some surgery for you... minor for now.”
128 opens... in obedient compliance... but also to breathe. Metal is forced into her mouth, wedging between her teeth. She knows, having purchased a molt gag during one of her long and expensive kinky shopping sprees. Used as a D/s toy in her apartment dungeon, the reality frightens as the device is adjusted to part further her lips, mouth to be opened distressingly wide.
What is to be done? What is hap
