Meanwhile I: Avery

Thirty minutes. It had only been thirty minutes since Michael gave Jessica and I such a painful punishment, and yet it felt like an eternity. Despite being **** to masturbate with such an **** passion, I wasn't allowed to cum until Jessica said the right phrase. Even though she had woken up from whatever fog she was mentally in, she wasn't paying attention when Michael said the phrase, and as a result, she'd accumulated seven more piercings and zero orgasms for me. It'd been such a long time spent finger-fucking myself that I fell to my knees and watched Jessica's torment with my head craning up to see her strained expressions. After some more buzzing, this time from on Jessica's thigh, I looked up at Jessica's face, only to see her visibly panic.

"Uh...Th-thank you...I'm a cheap cock whore who lives to...to fuck men...?" Julie shook her head once more, and I groaned, knowing it might be an eternity until I came again. Julie pulled her piercing gun out again, lined it up with her other ear, and pulled the trigger, eliciting another scream of pain from the once-beautiful prom queen. Surprisingly, Julie only started on the ears after piercing her nipples, tongue, navel, lip, eyebrows, and her pussy. Jessica had to have been overwhelmed with pain at this point, but after Julie slid the silver ring into her earlobe, Jessica could do nothing to stop Julie's additions to her body.

God, my pussy fucking ached. It was already rubbed raw, and was a few minutes away from starting to hurt, and doing it all without the promise of an orgasm just made things far worse for me. I would've traded places with Jessica in a heartbeat. I'd get the sluttiest tattoos and piercings on Earth, be covered head-to-toe in ink begging people who saw my skin to violate me, become a walking billboard for sex, if it meant i'd get to cum even once more. It didn't even matter that I was already a fan of tattoos, I just wanted the torment to end.

Then again, the idea of trading places with Jessica was horrifying enough. I looked her up and down again, seeing the ring hanging directly from her clit, clinking every now and then against the eight piercings she had on her outer labia. I saw her other nine piercings throughout her body, all in various locations of various arousal. I saw the tattoos she had, with Cockslut written on her knuckles, Insert Here and an arrow pointing at her ass, the tally mark of Jessica's body count on the inside of her left thigh and **** This Whore on her right, I Live To Drink Cum plastered just above her tits, an incredibly detailed portrayal of two nude women scissoring across her entire back, _Breed Me _and Use Me lining her biceps, and most terrifying of all, the large WH and RE on Jessica's cheeks that Julie was currently working on that would spell out WHORE when she made an _O _with her mouth. It was impressive to me how still Jessica remained for Julie despite how painful it must've been. Maybe Jessica considered a good-looking but degrading tattoo would look better in the long run than a messy mistake permanently plastered on her face. Finally, Julie finished the next tattoo, and Jessica readied up her next answer.

"Thank you, mistress...um...I'm a dumb whore, whose...um...only purpose is to...make men cum?"

I wasn't capable of perceiving how Julie responded to Jessica's correct answer. All I knew is that I was suddenly gripped with the best orgasm I'd ever experienced. I squirted all over the floor of the school's hallway, screaming in ecstasy as electric pleasure ripped through me like an ocean wave washing through an empty bottle. It was quite possibly the best orgasm I'd ever had, and as it subsided, Julie simply began work on another tattoo, this one reading Hur-something just below her naval. As I watched Julie work, I realized that I hadn't stopped masturbating, even despite my orgasm. I looked up to Jessica, and smiled at her, thankful for the orgasm.

"Thank you. I needed that." Jessica giggled at that, proud she'd been able to cease my edging. "Me too. I don't want anymore piercings."

It was during this exchange, however, that Julie finished the tattoo, now saying Hurt Me, and in response Jessica once more replied, "Thank you, mistress. I'm a dumb whore whose only purpose is to make men cum."

Despite being several minutes away from climaxing, another orgasm ripped through me with a similar ferocity. I shuddered and quivered on the floor, again losing control of my bladder as my fingers continued to work tirelessly at my pussy. As I came back to reality, I looked back up at Jessica, her expression far more worried now. Julie was already almost done with the next tattoo, now reading Michael's Cumdumpster on her Forehead.

Fuck. This was gonna be a long day.