The Final Piercing

As soon as she said those words, the man reached out. His fingers were delicate and dexterous but he didn't touch her like a lover. Somehow, that made it worse. It was more shameful, somehow to be exposed like this to someone who did not even care. His fingers circled her clitoris, examine it mostly closely. He put pressure on the skin outside of it, gradually forcing it from its hood. Being exposed like this made it burn with desire, and her whole body started to twitch with each of his touches.

As soon as he had a good idea of her size and shape, the clamp came out again. Vrasha moaned as the metal claws bit down on her clitoris, stretching it out as much as he could. Then he probed her again, fingers delicately stroking and teasing her as he tried to get an idea of the shape he had to work with. It was far more intimate than what he had done with her nipples, but she guessed that was because the work was far more delicate.

Once he was sure, Vrasha felt something cold and sharp poke into her down there. It didn't pierce her but the very contact made her shudder, a cold and instinctive tear rising inside of her. In a moment, there would be no way back. Was she going to stop it? This was her last chance!

"On my mark, breath." The surgeon said to her. "I am sorry, but it will be painful."

Vrasha nodded. Her heart thumped.

"One, two, breath!"

She did, sucking in a lungful of air just as he drove the needle home. The pain seared through her lower body, making her cry out. The sharp bite of the needle twisting through her, her gut clenched and her hands balled into fists. It was so intense! She loosed a ragged moan, the surgeon worked as quickly as he could, threading a loop of metal through her hood.

Through the pain, she felt Prestor put a hand on her shoulder. His grip was warm and gentle, silently reassuring. She had no words at that moment but was grateful for it. As the doctor withdrew, Presure dripped more of the lotion between her legs and it cooled the burning fire. Vrasha found herself able to breath properly again.

"You took it well," The surgeon said to her. "That is all that I needed to do."

"What should we know?" Prestor asked, his voice almost protective after seeing the last piercing.

"Nothing more than you likely already do," the surgeon told him. "Keep the piercings in until the healing is advanced. The ones I have put in are rough and meant to keep the holes from closing over. After a few weeks, you should be able to swap them for a different kind. Obviously, keep the wounds clean and apply more of that lotion. Do not be too rough on her until she is healed."

"Yes, I understand." Prestor nodded. "Thank you."

"Your thanks are not needed, I merely did my job." The surgeon sighed and Vrasha heard him turn towards her. "If you wish to hear my thoughts, lady bandit, I think you chose poorly. Time in jail would surely be better than whatever is coming to you now."

"She will face no pain worse than this," Prestor said firmly. "Her sentence is just, and she will be able to enjoy life afterwards."

"In my experience," The other man said. "Pleasure can often be worse than pain. Very well. To you sir, I bid good day. And to you lady, I merely say good luck. I hope you do not regret your choice today."

And then he left. The duke and the queen listened to him for several minutes as his footsteps faded away. Then Prestor turned to he.

"You know," He said. "For some reason I get the feeling that he didn't like me very much."

Vrasha sighed, but there was a smirk to her lips.

"How do you feel?" He asked her.

"I've felt pain before." She said. "Just...I don't think we're going to be playing any more games until I heal up."

"Of course." Prestor said. "Here, let me help you to your cell."

"I'm not going back to my rooms?"

"Of course not." He chuckled. "After all, if someone saw you like this, moving slowly or not able to walk they would want to know why. I've informed the palace that you will be indisposed for a few days. You'll be living down here."

"Oh," She said. "Joy."]

"You did want to live the life of a ****," He reminded her as he levered her from the chair. Once more, she used his shoulder to support her exhausted body.

"Yes, but that was when I thought I could leave it behind!"

"You can leave it behind," He told her. "Just say the word."

She said nothing.