Aurélie is pierced and shorn

Despite her exhaustion, Aurélie fought like a fury. She did not want her nipples pierced. She had always frowned at all types of body modifications. She judged them ugly and demeaning. Only sluts and whores would mare their skin in such a hideous fashion. Since she had boarded the galley, she could add another category of women to that list: slaves. Anyway, she did not want to be perceived as any of them.

She yanked hard on her arms, she kicked, she contorted her torso, she screamed, she shook her chest causing her breasts to swing and bounce madly in all directions. Despite her frantic struggles however she could not go anywhere and her upper body was mostly immobile. She could not kick very efficiently either as lifting a foot immediately challenged her equilibrium, causing her throat to press against the pillory in a most disagreeable way.

The Doctor only had to catch a breast in his strong left hand. The pressure on her mammary glands was enough to send waves of pain in her trapped boob. Then he placed the piercing needle against the now immobile nipple and a sharp pain exploded in the redhead's most sensitive piece of flesh.

Soon enough, both nipples were weighed down by large, heavy, ugly rings. They were larger than her areolae, making them impossible to ignore or even hide under any type of clothes. They were self-locking so that a heavy-duty tool would be necessary to remove them. Their weight visible stretched her nipples and areolae. Aurélie had seen the rings, had seen them on other slaves but was prevented by the pillory from looking at her own defaced boobs. However she could feel their weight and the way they bounced around when she shook her breasts. Her nipples were throbbing from the severe trauma caused by the large-gauge piercing.

The Doctor was not done defacing her however. In a few snaps of his scissors he had reduced her shiny, curly, red mane to an awful heap of fiery straw on her scalp. She had always been proud of her fiery curls and had tended to them since her childhood, and now she could see them discarded on the floor just beneath her trapped head. Tears came to her eyes, tears of anger and sorrow. She hated the Doctor for what he had just done. The piercing could be removed but it would take years for her hair to grow back to their past glory.