fter a year, Rowena was fully reliant on the spider, and had succumbed to the random schedule Keeper kept it on, emptying the bladder and giving enemas without predictability, keeping her at the edge of orgasm—but the hardened potion inside her clitoris prevented her from going over. She was fucked while Keeper’s friends watched, by huge torturous metal toys, until she was almost—but never quite—bleeding, and yet still the Keeper could tell she thought of her Governess.
Keeper whipped her stiffened clit mercilessly, and kept it tightly wrapped in woolen and hair fabrics. She shoved ice up Rowena’s nipples, fucked them until they were red and flared out. She injected more of the hardener into her clit, swelling it up and making it entirely numb.
And yet still Rowena thought of Governess all the more.
Frustrated, furious, Keeper filled her so full of enema that the Machine was obligated to send an emergency signal, and that was when her days torturing and killing came to an end. The Authorities came, and found Rowena sorely mis-used, and took her away from her Keeper, and dissolved her marriage. But there was no place for a Soiled Lady with a SPDER installed in Respectable Society, and it looked as though Rowena’s fate would not change at all, whether she was with her Keeper or not.
Until her Governess stepped in.
‘I will care for her, on the condition that her past marriage be erased from record. She can stay with me, she will not marry again; but she must not be burdened by the evils of her Keeper.’
So, Rowena’s arms and legs were given back, and she found herself both disgraced… and rescued.