"I wasn't -" she started, spots of color rising in a face made pale with the cold.  Then the needle entered, and she arched as those thousands of nerve endings were violated by the slender tube of metal.  She could feel the fluid pressing into the flesh, making room for itself for a moment before being absorbed into the tissue.<br/><br/>"What are you doing?" she cried out as soon as she could find voice for anything other than a scream.  She could feel - something.  Something almost writhing under the thin skin of her sex.  It increased in intensity by the second, making her feel a pool of warmth spreading through her pelvis.  All the while, her clitoris felt like it was being clawed from within.<br/><br/>In her spread position, she was able to look down between her legs at the nearly-bare patch of her sex - trimmed close for hygiene, they said.  She was certain that she saw movement.<br/><br/>"What is happening?"