Your nipples

This time when you open your mouth to answer, the padlock slips inside. With your hands strapped to the chair, you have no other choice but to try to talk around it.

“My nipples,” you slur out.

James pinches and plays with them, getting them rock hard and you sopping wet before he pulls out his piercing gun and punches to more holes in your body, You're relieved when he threads regular, if rather thick rings through them. You're less relieved when he pulls out a soldering iron.

John must see something in your face, because he smirks at you and says, “We wouldn’t want you removing your new jewelry. The rings are titanium. You’ll have to rip them out of your nipples to get them off.”

You are not sure if you're horrified or aroused. Maybe you’re both.

“Final question, pick a public place for me to leave you.”