Pierce Her Nipples and Clit

Lois' voice was calm, steady, assured...but her heart threatened to burst through her chest, stomach a-flutter. The reporter knew her only chance lay in surprising this person—keep them off-balance, create the right opportunity to escape—or strike.

Besides, piercings heal. At least, that's what Lois told herself.

"A bold choice." The lady's voice said.

Hands grasped Lois' breasts from behind, puffing the nipples out between the fingers. A third hand cupped her groin, pushing out the reporter's clitoris...and a fourth wrapped around her throat, drawing her head back.

The reporter struggled to control her body, to suppress any quiver, to let the tension flow out of her.

It's worse if I struggle now. She thought to herself. Have to save it.

There were tiny pinpricks at each of Lois' nipples, and her sensitive clit. Not painful, not pressing. Just holding themselves there, letting the anticipation build.

"Such a brave face...I admire that," the voice whispered in Lois' ear. She swore she could feel the lips brush her cheek, but to be honest she wasn't sure anymore how many people were holding her. "I'll make this quick."

Pain lanced through Lois, sharp and intense enough to make her gasp involuntarily. She had pierced her ears so long ago that she forgot what it was like, feeling the cold metal draw through your body. The terrible sense of penetration, of something alien passing straight through a part of you.

Here, that pain was trebled—nipples and clitoris screaming, the most sensitive parts of herself. The suddenness of the agony was a shock that brought tears to the veteran reporter's eyes...but she did not cry out. Do not scream or shout or twist.

I have to endure it...have to...

She could actually feel the needles passing through her body...and the pain did not lessen. There was a pressure building in her three points of fire now, as she swore that each needle was growing thicker, making a bigger hole...and when the movement finally stopped there was an unaccustomed weight, dragging at her nipples, her clit.

Slowly, the reporter was lowered. Her bare feet touched the ground, cool and dry, almost gritty. The thing plugging her cunt withdrew, leaving her aching pussy empty. The hands lingered on her body as they too let go, blood flowing back into her breasts and genitals, sharp and intense. Lois stood, free at last, almost afraid to look down at herself...but she did.

Heavy black rings dangled from Lois' nipples...no, through her nipples, causing the perky tips of her tits to drag downwards. Another such ring pierced her clit, which stood out from her pussy, unable to withdraw back inside its hood. The rings were thicker than Lois would have liked...and there was no sign of a hinge to them. They looked seamless, as though they had always been there.

"You'll want to keep the wounds clean...but I think you'll come to enjoy them, in time." The voice said...still behind her, always behind her. Summoning her strength, Lois turned to behold her captor.