Beg for Punishment

Vrasha took a deep breath, plunging forwards before she could realise what she was about to do. She felt the blood flowing to her face, the heat of the blush spreading across her cheeks.

"Please do it," She said. Though she could not see what was happening, she imagined both Prestor and the surgeon looking towards her. "I know that such things are outlawed, but the queen herself did offer me this alternative."

There was silence and then she heard someone coming closer.

"You are aware of what I am supposed to do with you?" The man said. "I have been brought in to pierce your body. Both your breasts and your womanhood. Once I do and when you heal, those piercings will be used to further **** and humiliate you."

"I know," her pulse was racing. "I agreed to it. I...I want to atone for what I did. I want to experience what my victims went through. What I did was wrong, I see that now. Spending years rotting in jail would help no one, but I want to understand what they went through, no matter how bad it is."

"You are sure you are willing to go through with this? If not, I can refuse."

"No," Vrasha said. She realised that she was begging to be punished. "Please do it. Make it as humiliating as possible. I want to feel everything that I did."

Another pause and then a soft sigh.

"Very well but I only do it under protest."

There came the sound of something heavy being moved closer to the chair. A table or desk, perhaps. Then something lighter was placed upon it. A bag of tools? Vrahsa said, waiting for the moment. It did not take long to come.

"I will need to inspect your body. This may be uncomfortable."

She swallowed and nodded. His hands went first to her chest, his fingers pressing into the skin of her breasts. It was a colder, more clinical touch than Prestor had used. More focused on feeling the shape and structure of her chest than pleasure. His fingers followed the curve of her breast, moving towards her nipple. Her spine tingled, and she tried not to show how aroused she was by the touch.

"I see you've been covered in some kind of lotion," the man noted.

"That was by me," Prestor said. "It was brewed up by our apothecaries. It dulls pain, promotes healing and also kills bacteria."

"I see." The surgeon noted. Vrasha hissed, he rubbed her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. The friction as he went back and forth drove into her and made her moan. The sound shamed and humiliated her but he didn't seem to notice, or at least had the grace to pretend not to.

"Well?" Prestor asked.

"Her nipples are fine," The surgeon said. "I didn't expect much else, but it pays to be sure for this kind of thing. You wish the nipples themselves pierced?"

"Yes." Prestor said. "Right through."

"Very well."

She heard the man reaching for his bag of tools again. Vrasha started to breath more quickly. She still could not see, but her other senses were working all the better for it. She wondered how many **** girls had sat in this very chair, waiting for this very moment. Her womanhood was throbbing steadily, and heat was building between her thighs.

The man stretched out her nipple, something cold and hard bit down to keep it in place. It was a metal clamp! Vrasha felt the sweat beading on her forehead. The feeling was uncomfortable, but would not compare to what came next. The bite of the needle made her fists clench, her arms wrestling with the restraints which bound them to the chair. Following the sharp sting, her nipple pulsed with heat and then a slow beat of agony. The man worked as quickly as he could, and she felt him running something through the hole. Then he moved to her other breast and repeated the process. This time she knew to brace for the sudden pain and it was less intense. She was a soldier after all and had been wounded in fights. She knew how to take pain.

Over the buzzing pain of her nipples, she heard the man step back.

"That is all that's needed?" Asked Prestor.

"Yes," said the surgeon. "For her breasts, anyway. Keep the piercings in until the skin has healed fully or the holes might close. Otherwise, just keep them clean and they should take. The next part is the more delicate one."

Vrahsa's fists were still clenched, but the pain started to dull when Prestor poured more of the lotion across her chest. It didn't vanish totally, but it became a dull ache which she could push to the back of her mind.

The sudden clarity allowed her to focus on the fact that the doctor was now kneeling between her legs. Her ankles were each chained to the legs of the chair, which spread her thighs slightly, enabling the man to get to her womanhood. His fingers probed her, running along her lower mouth and making her twitch and moan.

"She is swollen down here," The doctor said.

"That is also part of the punishment," Prestor said. "We used a wooden horse to prepare her for this."

"A wooden horse?" The surgeon clearly did not approve.

"We were careful. There is no real damage as you can see."

"You are correct," The man said. "Still, I can't say I am happy with it. Sorry, lady bandit but I am going to have to touch and examine your clitoris."

Vrasha's body rocked then, the man's fingers curling around her clit. Each touch sent a jolt of electric-like pleasure screaming through her body. Biting her lower lip did not help this time, and a soft half-moan escaped in spite of her best efforts to stifle it. Fuck, his fingers felt so good! Poking and prodding, gently guiding her clit from its hood.

"What do you think?" Prestor asked.

"We can give her a hood piercing if you want," The doctor said. "That is where we run a metal piercing through the hood of the clitoris itself. Usually we don't recommend that piercing. It can be pretty sensitive. It stimulated the clitoris directly, and can cause issues with over stimulation."

"Do it." Said Prestor.

The doctor ignored him and Vrasha felt him turn back to her.

"Your permission, my lady?"

"Y-yes," Vrasha nodded. Her mouth felt dry. "You have my agreement. This is my punishment, I need to accept it. Do it."