“Oh yeah, that’s my sweetheart, that’s my girl,” Khim crooned. “That’s right, take that big cock. And you know what? It’s not over!”
She reached forward and pulled her lover to her, and then, with her cock still seated firmly in Judy’s ass, turned her around, so that Khim was bracing her ass against the table and Judy was facing Robin.
Robin knew what she had to do. With Khim’s nod, she covered and lubed up her own cock, and felt the twinge as her own fist put pressure on the padding that covered her ring. Well, to hell with you, she thought furiously. It’s been more than two months! I don’t care how much it hurts. I’m going to do this right.
She had to bend her knees to angle the cock against Judy’s cunt, and was thrilled at her first touch of the short hair and soft skin as she found the swollen, wet opening with her fingers. Judy gasped along with her, and her hips moved, just so, and Robin knew that the head of her dildo was in. She straightened her legs slowly, and felt the pressure build at the base of the dildo as more and more of the shaft slid inside of the tiny woman now sandwiched so firmly between Robin and Khim.
“Oh yes!” Judy cried out, her head falling back onto Khim’s shoulder. “Oh yes, oh give it to me, now!”
Khim laughed, and Robin felt the startling shift in pressure that told her that Khim’s cock was moving―and then a second later, Judy started to move, too, her body humping slightly forward.
“That’s my sweetie,” Khim chuckled. “Taking it all. Here’s a little more―just the way you like it!”
Slowly, Robin moved her own hips. The steady ache of the ring became intermittent stabs of pain, but she ignored it. Judy was having a wonderful time! Her body arched and rocked as the two cocks plundered her, rhythms establishing, in and out, back and forth. From time to time, Khim pulled her lover back, stretching her body, impaling it from behind in a sharp thrust while Robin sped up, or rocked from side to side. She cupped her hands around Judy’s breasts, lifted and pushed them together, and Robin needed no command to lean in and take each of Judy’s nipples in her mouth, one at a time, sucking and flicking at them with her tongue.
It was that combination of penetration and nipple play that made Judy gasp sharply and thrust back and forth between the two cocks inside of her. Her wild thrashings almost dislodged Robin several times, and the sharp pains around her clit ring intensified enough to bring tears to her eyes. But it was so good, so hot to do this, to be melded together with these women in a sexual fury! She held on and ground in tighter and deeper, working her fingers down to the base of the dildo and letting the back of her hand bump and grind against Judy’s clit until the woman came, screaming into Robin’s ear.
They disentangled themselves, and let Judy slip to the floor. Khim pointed, and Robin collapsed behind Judy and untied her wrists.
“Oh―oh that was hot,” Judy sighed, with a short giggle following. “Let’s keep her.” She wiggled her fingers and swept her blindfold off.
Robin blushed in pleasure and pride. “Thank you, ma’am,” she whispered.
“I have a better idea,” Khim said, stretching out. “Let’s show her a good time now. How about we test the sling?”
Robin’s blush deepened, and then the hot stabbing of the pain between her legs made her drop her eyes. Yes, absolutely, she wanted to get fucked herself, until she, too, was sitting stupidly on the floor with a happy smile on her face. But―there was no way she was going to be able to relax enough to take a hand with this steady pain!
“What’s the matter?” Khim asked, as she stripped the condom off her cock. “Is it the ring?”
Robin nodded helplessly. “Yes, ma’am. I am so sorry.”
“You know―I think it’s time we took a look at this up close,” Khim said. “Up on the table and let’s have that harness off.”
* * * *
“Well... it isn’t infected,” Khim said.
Robin sighed. Once again on her back with her knees up, but at least there wasn’t a kitchen light fixture in her eyes. In fact, the gooseneck lamp had been turned onto her crotch, a little embarrassing, but sort of interesting in a kinky way. She just wished it was for some weird interrogation scene rather than yet another examination of her stupid body modification.
“But look,” Khim said, and Robin could feel her finger gently touching one side of the area under her clit. “Isn’t that awfully close to the skin here? Robin, I’m going to touch it a little. Call out if it’s too much.”
A very gentle, slow touch, and Robin winced. “It―that hurts,” she said between her teeth. “It really hurts.”
The top of your clit looks sore,” Khim noted. “In fact, there’s almost a callus here! My God, how have you lived with that?”
“It’s―not that bad,” Robin said weakly. “Sometimes, it’s kind of good...”
“You know, there’s a difference between suffering in silence for the erotic amusement of mistress and becoming a martyr,” Judy noted with a sigh. “I wish I could tell you where the line was. I think we should call Nicky. This one is out of my league. Why on earth they want to pierce so close to the clit, I don’t know. But I don’t think it should be this tender for so long, and I don’t like the way it looks like there’s a scar at the piercing site.”
“I think you’re right,” Khim said. “Don’t worry, Robin, we’ll get this sorted out.”
* * * *
They took her to a professional piercing place called The Lance, which had a charming purple sign hanging over the door. It was decorated in pseudo-medieval style, but had gleaming cabinets full of beautiful jewelry and giant posters of different types of piercings adorning the walls. Nicky turned out to be a woman perhaps only a few years older than Arcadia. In one of the three private rooms at the piercing parlor, she had Robin sit on a sparkling gynecologist’s table and gently prodded the area around her piercing.
“Well,” she said, after her examination, as she pulled her gloves off, “you are definitely borderline for a triangle piercing. In fact, I wouldn’t have done this one myself. That ring is right up alongside your clitoral bundle, and it’s a little crooked, too, higher on one side than the other. If you are really experiencing this level of discomfort, I’d suggest taking it out. You can keep it in for another two weeks, maybe a month, and see if it gets any better. Sometimes it will. Not everyone heals within the standard range, you know? But it shouldn’t be getting in the way of your sex life. I think these things should help you get it on, not get in the way.” She laughed, and flashed her tongue stud.
Robin struggled to keep panic back. She couldn’t ask to have it taken out without Monica there! She bit her lower lip, agonized, and Nicky patted her on the arm. “I’m going to go outside for a smoke. Why don’t you talk to Khim and Judy for a few minutes. Take your time. It’s not going anywhere.”
Khim didn’t hesitate for one moment. “Well, let’s take it out!” she said.
“Oh, come on, we can’t,” Judy argued. “You know that!”
“The hell we can’t,” Khim insisted. “If she had a cold, we could give her medicine. If she broke her toe, we could take her to the hospital. Her owner gave her to us, made her our responsibility. We are obliged to take care of her.”
“But―forgive me, Khim―those are Marketplace rules,” Robin said gently. She could barely hide the disappointment in her voice―she was so close to getting rid of the damned thing! “And if you don’t want Monica to know that you were―you know...”
Khim pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Well―I don’t know. Maybe that’s just a logical thing to assume for any grown-up, don’t you think? I mean, the SM thing is still there, she did loan you to us as a slave. I think it’s reasonable for us to assume that if you needed a medical thing taken care of, that we should just... do it.”
“But it’s not an emergency,” Judy said. “I’m sorry, Robin, I know it would be better out―but you can last another week with it. And the decision isn’t ours to make. It’s Monica’s.”
Robin nodded, accepting it, and then Khim shook her head. “No. Let’s ask Nicky if anything can be done to lessen the pain. If not, I think we should take it out.”
Nicky was consulted again, and she obligingly took another look. “Well, the problem,” she said, with Khim and Judy peering over her shoulder, “is that there’s nowhere else for the ring to go. First of all, this is as slender a ring as I’d put here. In fact, I don’t like to use 14 gauge for these piercings, much less a 7/16. But even changing the size will do nothing for the fact that the bottom passes right up against her clit. Clit gets swollen―presses on the ring. Get hot―get hurt. Your body has already tried to adjust already―I can see where the ring has been migrating a little, that’s the scarring you mentioned, Judy. Who did this, anyway?”
She didn’t recognize Arcadia’s name, and when Robin forced herself to remember the name of the shop that Monica had mentioned, the three women gazing at her pubis turned to stare at her face in shock.
“That’s not a piercing place,” Khim said. “That’s one of those new age bell-book-and-candle shops. You know, dream catcher in the window, Tarot cards? Since when did they start piercing?”
“Since never,” said Nicky. “Looks like someone worked a scam on you, Robin, I’m so sorry. But if they said that was where they got their training―I don’t know. That’s a pretty shitty thing to do.”
Robin closed her mouth, and thought back. Had Arcadia ever mentioned that she pierced at this place of business? Well―no, not specifically.
“That settles it,” Khim said. “Some chick we don’t know puts a ring in your pussy on the kitchen table and the piercer we know says it probably shouldn’t have been done? Forget about it. Take it out.”
“But―” Robin started to object and then shut her mouth again, not wanting to discuss ownership issues in front of Nicky. She looked at Judy, who met her eyes and smiled, just a little.
“It’ll be OK,” Judy said firmly. “Trust us on this.”
And it was out in two seconds and put in a little plastic bag for her to take home. The pressure was gone, although the feeling of soreness didn’t fade right away. When Khim stepped out to talk to Nicky, Robin turned to Judy and sighed.
“Oh I wish it didn’t happen like this!” she said mournfully. “I wanted to get rid of it, but not like this!”
“I know,” Judy said sympathetically. “But Khim and I will smooth it over with Monica, you’ll see. It was just getting in the way. She’ll understand.”
“Do you think so?’ Robin asked. “She wanted it so much!”
“Look―if it was infected, you wouldn’t think twice, right?”
Robin nodded.
“Well, this was disturbing your ability to serve properly. We wanted to fuck you―the ring was in the way.” She took Robin’s hand and squeezed it. “It’ll heal up fast, and Monica will love to have you back, ready for action.”
“I feel so weird about it, though,” Robin said. She sighed and let her head fall back. “It was only one more week. Maybe I should have kept it.”
“Don’t start with maybes,” Judy insisted. “A slave can’t live on ‘maybe,’ a slave has to live in the now, and in the immediate future. Look, if we have to, we’ll tell Monica why we felt we had the authority to do this. It won’t kill us.”
“Judy?” Robin said hesitantly. “May I ask a question?” When Judy nodded, Robin asked, “Why don’t you want to tell Monica that you were slaves? Why is it different to tell her than it is to tell me? She won’t treat you any different!”
Judy looked a little uncomfortable, and then took a breath, thinking. “It’s not that simple,” she said carefully. “We can come out to you because you’re a slave, you’re one of us. But owners―they are different. And it’s not the dominant/submissive thing, either, or dom-sub, whatever.” She giggled, and then turned serious again. “It’s that―well―in our experience, owners just do behave differently when they know you were a slave. Even if you were one years ago, way before they ever met you. I like Monica! And it’s clear she really adores you and is good to you. But if she knew we were former slaves―well―I just think she’d see us differently, and I wouldn’t like to be uncomfortable around her.”
Robin nodded and was about to promise that she would do her best not to betray their identity when the door opened again, and Khim came back in. She looked at Robin, still nude from the waist down, and grinned.
“I think it looks better already,” she said. “So, get up, get dressed, and let’s go home.”
Judy already had Robin’s panties in one hand, and she passed them over. Robin decided that this time, she would say nothing, just play the cards she had been dealt. But, as she slipped back into her skirt, she did promise herself that nothing short of a direct question would get the history of her temporary tops out of her. Even if she felt that Judy’s opinion of Monica in particular was wrong.
* * * *
Nicky sent them home with a pre-printed sheet on piercings and how to take care of them, and the very next morning, Robin woke up feeling a bit odd. It took her a few minutes to realize that the constant sensation of sharp pressure was gone, and the relief from that little fact almost made her cry. The area was still tender and sore, but there were no jarring moments of biting pain when she moved, none of the lightning fast twinges that struck her when the old ring had twisted or moved the wrong way. Surely, she thought, as she made omelets for brunch, Monica would forgive this action.
That afternoon and evening, she did indeed get her turn bottoming in the little basement playroom, a delightfully heavy flogging followed by a rather rough―and completely satisfying―anal sex romp. Khim’s cock felt as wonderful in her ass as she suspected it might, and on her back in the sling, with no pressure on her clit at all, she screamed out in laughter and pleasure.
Two days after that, as she washed the area around her clit, she could still feel tenderness around the holes, and that tiny hard lump was still there, but everything seemed to be healing just fine. She ground up an aspirin tablet and mashed it with water and spread the paste over the little lump, another suggestion from Nicky. She wondered if they had gone to Nicky first, would the piercing have been better? But the pleasure in having it out was astonishing. How had she lived with that constant irritation every day?
She was given permission to have an orgasm―or as many as she wished―the night before they returned her to Monica’s house. (She would be getting there a day before her owner, to get things ready.) When they asked her what might facilitate her pleasure, she struggled with an automatic “whatever would please you” response and instead, glanced back at the sling and then at Judy’s exquisitely small hands. Khim grinned in appreciation and got the lubricant and gloves.
They bound her, her legs spread wide apart, her ankles held high in leather loops. Once again, a spotlight centered on her crotch, and this time, she allowed herself the full pleasure of imagining a very kinky sort of medical examination. At first, she tensed, waiting for the feeling of the narrow little ring pressing against her clit―but instead, she felt the full range of arousal once more, with no tiny stabs of distracting pain, and she came even before Judy worked into her past the thumb.
Judy’s hand was small and narrow, but her fingers were elegantly knobby, like a piano player’s. As she turned and flexed and wiggled, Robin gasped and moaned and felt every tiny shift. The thickest part of the hand spread her so wide that she felt about ready to burst, and then slid in so neatly, the convulsive waves of orgasm just drew Judy’s hand in past the wrist. Khim hooted in appreciation as she pinched Robin’s nipple, watching from over her shoulder.
“I’m next,” she whispered to Robin, pinching harder and twisting. “I gotta get some of that for me.” And between the two of them, Robin felt like she had been gang banged―deliciously, deliriously gang banged, until she couldn’t tell who was in her for how long and when she had stopped or started to come.
It was a glorious evening. She slept, for the
only time during her trip, in their room. Properly on the floor, but comfortably on a little sleeping pad, with a fluffy comforter to wrap herself in.
* * * *
The following morning, Robin packed her things and was ready to go right after she cleaned up after breakfast.
“We have a little errand to do before you can go home,” Khim announced, as they were heading to the door. “I hope you don’t mind, but we will need your help.”
“Of course I don’t mind!” Robin exclaimed. “Please, let me help with anything you need.”
“Good! Follow us in your car. We’ll take our collar back when we’re done.”
Robin threw her bag in the trunk and did as they asked, following them into the D.C. area again. As they passed through familiar landmarks, she began to get suspicious, but when Khim signaled to park, she realized that they were once again at The Lance, Nicky’s piercing shop.
Oh no! she thought. They don’t want to put it back, do they? It just healed! But she found a parking space and went into the shop to meet them there, in the main showroom. The three of them were almost alone―the only other person there was a slender, black-haired man studying a tattoo magazine by the counter.
Khim was holding a clipboard and a pen.
“This is a test of your obedience,” she said seriously. But her eyes were dancing. “Sign this.”
Robin took the clipboard and looked down at it. There was some type of form on it, she could see the space for her signature at the bottom. But the top part was covered with one of the colorful brochures that showed the styles of jewelry available, and she couldn’t read what she was agreeing to.
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