Passed Out

One hand gripped Giselle’s right nipple roughly, pinching and pulling it so that it stood on end. With a smooth motion, the doctor held it between the tines of the piercing gun, pulled the trigger, and with a mechnical click the machine closed, pircing it. Giselle screamed briefly before she lost conciousness from the pain. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for a **** who was unused to pain to pass out from her first taste of the real thing.

Limp and now silent, she hung in her restraints. In short order, her right nipple, both labia, and her nose had been pierced with elegant rings made of gold. Arabic filigree decorated the rings, a sharp contrast from the ugly rings of simple iron that adorned most slaves. But she would not be most slaves. Gisel had been purchased by one of the richest and most secluded men in the world, a sheik from deep inside the sandy expanse of Arabia. Oil had made him rich and his tastes rose to meet his wealth. Giselle was only the most recent woman to become the property of this man.

Minutes later, the still form of Gisell was slung over the shoulder of one of the shiek’s massive body guards. He moved with lumbering steps out of the lobby of the auction house and to a waiting limousine. Lifting her from his shoulder, he placed her inside before climbing in after her and closing the door.

Giselle was now an Arabic pleasure ****.