Conversations and Ice Cream

For the next hour or so, Elana lay back in the restraining bed, her back pressed into the leather, her face gazing towards the ceiling. At first, she couldn't really do much, her body burned with pain, aching from the piercings that had been **** on her, but that cleared fairly quickly. At first, it was a burning, impossible to ignore. That then became a focused, determined pain localised around her nipples and clitoris. Then, after that, it started to fade into a sort of hyper-sensitivity, not quite pain, but on the borders of it. Elana was thankful for that, and thankful that the rulebook had spared her the worst of it. Still, though, that left her with nothing to do. She shifted a few times in the chair, trying to get comfortable. This proved to be a mistake though, the vibrations of her movement travelled through her body. The the clitoris piercing shifted slightly, altering the centre of gravity and pulling at her bud. She gasped when this happened for the first time, the motion making her move again and repeating the process. It was like being touched down there, gently but with determined ****. Moving from side to side as she did. Her pussy tingled in response, her clitoris became aroused, which only made the pain come back.

"Right, right..." She muttered. "No moving until I'm properly healed, got it."

She sighed, looking down at her chest, seeing the nipple rings gleaming brightly silver. She mused if anyone who knew her could have guessed she would ever end up like this. Then again, maybe they would have in this world. Given the rules she had written, it probably was only a matter of time.

Time passed. Her breasts became more and more normal, she was almost able to ignore the fact that they had been pierced at all. Her clitoris though was different. Every motion and every move nudged the metal ring against it, rubbing her most sensitive area with different degrees of ****, insistence and unexpectedness. She already felt raw down there, now this made it worse. She was starting to see why people could find it all too much for them. She wondered if she would be allowed to take it out, or change it? Probably not. They were probably planning to do something with it. Elana lay back for a moment, fantasising about her future. It seemed dark and grim, but she had the rulebook still, and could change it at any moment.

She just didn't want to. After all that had already been done to her, it seemed a shame to abort the whole thing now. She wanted to know who had ordered her kidnapped and why, and what they had planned for her, and why they had gotten her pierced, and what they would do to her...

After about an hour, she heard movement coming towards her again. She wondered if it was the man coming to collect her, but it was just Amy. The short-haired redhead was carrying two ice cream cones. She stepped into the room. Cones held in one hand, with her other, she reached down, between Elana's legs. Elana hissed as Amy took hold of the clitoris piercing, gently moving it back and forth. Elana felt her pussy throb, the motion agitating her clitoris, and the pressure almost impossible to deny. A soft moan escaped her lips as pleasure and pain mixed and surged through her body.

"Sorry." Amy said, and sounded like she meant it too. "But this is important. I'm checking to make sure everything is taking okay. I know it's uncomfortable, but endure it for a little whole, all right?"

Elana nodded, unable to speak. Her clit stung, each motion of the piercing brought her pain as it tugged gently on her lower body, but she was also responding to it. Her legs felt weak, and she could feel a rising pressure in her crotch that told of a climax being born. Her pussy was very sensitive now, she jumped and shivered each time Amy's hand brushed the piercing.

After what seemed an eternity, Amy stepped back.

"Seems fine." She announced. "You'll be good in another half hour or so. Now, I have some ice cream here. I'll let you eat it if you promise not to try and escape."

"I don't think I could right now..." Elana said honestly. "Just moving from side to side is...ugh, it's pretty hard. Walking would be a nightmare, much less running."

Amy nodded, adjusting the bed back into a proper sitting position and unlocking the restraint across Elana's arm. Elana voiced thanks, and flexed her hand and arm for a moment, bringing it slowly back to life before she took the ice cream that was being offered. She did her best to ignore the building ache between her legs as she licked at the treat, closing her eyes for a moment in enjoyment.

For a long moment, Amy sat in silence. She seemed to be thinking something, musing on it, though Elana did not know what it could be. She ate her ice cream, enjoying the ability to move her hand once more.

"So..." She said at last, her voice almost hesitant. "Do you...do you enjoy this? I mean, living like you are. Able to be kidnapped at any time? Able to be used? Isn't it scary?"

"Maybe..." Elana admitted slowly. "Okay, so it is scary. Quite a lot. I never know when someone is going to kidnap me, or what they're going to do. But it's also a little bit exciting, and I know I won't ever be really hurt. I like being powerless I like...like being helpless... so long as I get away in the end, it's almost like a game, you know? This is new. This is the farthest that it's ever gone."

"Are you scared?"

"Maybe a little." Elana admitted. "Realising that someone wants me this badly, that they're willing to hire someone to bring me to you, and have you do all of this? That's new. I have to wonder what it will be like... I'm a bit worried, a bit scared. But I am also really excited, I guess? It's hard to really say for sure. But because of this, I do a lot of things I never would have done."

As she spoke, Elana realised that she was telling the truth. Because of the way the rulebook worked, it had modified history, making it so that not only was she now able to be kidnapped, but that this had always been the case. It seemed that only she had the memories of a world where that had never been the law.

"I see." Amy said. "Well, to me, it seems really cruel to do that to someone. To make them like the law has made you. I don't know why they did it, or why everyone accepted as it as just a normal thing. But all I can say is that I find myself disliking it a little. Well, a lot actually. It doesn't sit well with me now I've met you. You seem really sweet. I don't like what sort of fate you're going to."

Elana looked up to Amy for a moment, their eyes met, and Elana found herself blushing a little at the honest desire in Amy's eyes.

"Do you....do you want me...?" Elana asked, the words escaping her mouth before she could catch them. She recoiled, realising what she had said, embarrassment tearing through her thin veneer of confidence.

Oh god, I can't believe I said that! Why would I do that? Just ask her like that, as if she's a lesbian! Well, there's nothing wrong with being a lesbian, of course, but you can't just go around assuming! What if you're wrong? And besides, it's not like you'd really be able to do anything even if she was! My god, Elana, that has to be one of the stupidest things you've ever said!

Amy, of course, did not hear her internal thoughts. For a moment, the short-haired woman said nothing. Then, she locked Elana with another gaze.

"Maybe?" She said, as if considering it. She cocked her head to the side, like a bird. "I mean, you're pretty cute, and you're pretty hot too. I can tell you that for sure now I've seen your body. You're also pretty brave, and I never thought I'd hear someone in your situation talking like that, so... I mean, I guess I wouldn't say no."

Elana felt heat rising to her face. She could not believe what she was hearing, and normally would have shied away. She wasn't the sort of girl who would be confident proposing anything, much less something like this. But today was special, and she was feeling drunk in arousal and excitement. Her fantasy had finally come true, so she wanted to reach out, and allow someone else to have fun as well.

"You know..." She said slowly, almost not believing her own word. "We have like an hour before that guy gets back and takes me away... we could...we could do something... like have some fun, you know? I-if I am going to be a ****, maybe it would be nice to have a good memory to hold onto as well. I don't think... I mean, I was never really into girls, but you're pretty cute too, I guess."