Amy Goes to Work

Elana did as she was told. At this point, she didn't know if it was because she had ****, or because she actually wanted to see where this would leave. She was nervous, as anyone might be in the situation, and yet at the same time, she was intrigued. The man had told her that someone else had hired him to kidnap her, that all of this was just preparation. The idea made her shift slightly, lighting a fire in her loins as she considered what it meant. Being powerless was something that had always aroused her, and now she realised she was being **** to get piercings or even a tattoo, all for the sake of someone she had not even met yet. She wondered what plans they had for her, and the idea made her tremble with fear and excitement both.

That was why she clambered into the leather chair, feeling it press against her naked skin as she seemed to sink into it. The man quickly moved to her side, looking down at her as he did up the leather restraints, so that her arms and legs were both connected to extended sections of the chair that could be move or positioned as desired. As soon as she was locked down, Elana felt her lower self writhe with desire. She felt powerless, helpless, and it made her hot and wet. Worse, she knew that she could not shield herself from them, and that Amy at least could see this in full. The tattoo artist was giving her an appraising look, an incisive look in her eye, as though she had decided on something. The short-cut red head moved to the side of the table, reaching for her tools as she did. Elana watched, her breath was short as Amy revealed her needles, carefully washing and sterilising them as she did. It was going to be a piercing, Elana realised. Maybe more than one. With a careful, professional hand, Amy laid out all the things she would need within easy grabbing distance.

"All right." She said, turning to the man who had captured Elana. "So, what are you going to do to her? You said you wanted piercings, but we couldn't be sure what would work until we saw her naked. What do you think now?"

"I think..." The man said slowly, his gaze drifting over her naked form. "I think she's fine for the original plan. Two for the breasts, nipples, if you please. A third down below."

Elana paled, Amy grinned.

"Well, that seems pretty doable." She said. "Let's start with the breasts."

Elana felt as though the wind had been knocked out of her as Amy towered above her. The restrains which bound her body kept her from fighting back, but she writhed a little in shock as she felt Amy applying something cold and thick to her chest. It was a gel of some sort, and the other woman seemed to take great pleasure in sensually rubbing it into the skin of her breasts. Amy's hands moved slowly, caressing Elana's chest, her fingers carefully stroking and weaving around her bust. Elana had never had particularly big breasts, though they were not small either, but now, they seemed ultra sensitive, and Amy seemed determined to make her moan as she rubbed the gel into her skin.

"It's anti bacterial." She explained. "And also pain damping. It'll help this go a lot more smoothly, and make it so that there are no nasty infections. Of course, because we're going to be piercing your nipples, we'll need quite a lot of it there."

So saying, she began to glide her hands over Elana's chest, leaving a wake of tingling want. The gel felt warm against her flesh, and the other woman moved expertly and with confidence, catching Elana's nipples between her thumb and forefinger, she stroked them with a slow, rhythmic motion. Elana felt her body tense, the building desire thundering through her with each touch. But it didn't last. A moment later, Amy applied a clamp to her breast, it bit her tightly, and held her skin in place as the artist carefully started to examine her nipple. Elana's blood rushed more quickly than ever. She felt a rising mix of anticipation and fear. It would happen soon, she knew. In all of her fantasies where she had been chained by her nipples, she'd never thought it might actually happen. Now, she was about to get piercings for exactly that.

"All right." Amy said. "Elana, this is probably going to hurt a little bit, but not too much. Just breath when I tell you to, all right?"

Elana nodded mutely.

"Aaaand now."

Elana breathed, and just in time, as she felt something poking into her nipple. A moment later, the pain came, it was a sudden, sharp pain, like someone had bitten her, or her nipple was being twisted and pulled. She grimaced, but thanks to the rulebook, it faded quickly. Amy, it seemed, did not care much for pain. A few minutes after she had felt it, it started to fade away. Amy withdrew the needle. Elana did not see quite what she did, but when she was done, Elana's nipple was very tender, and also sporting a small metal hoop. For a moment, Elana looked at it, not quite sure what it was. Was this really true? Had this really happened?

Amy repeated the same process on her other nipple. Once more, Elana took a deep breath, her breast ached for a few minutes as the needle entered it, but there was no blood, and the pain faded quickly. Amy withdrew after a moment, nodding to herself in satisfaction.

"Those are good." She said. "Those are damned good. It'll probably take her a few hours to heal properly, though. Also, the nipples will be particularly sensitive for a few days or up to a week or so."

Elana, sweat beading her face, wondered how long it would have taken to heal before she made the rule. Weeks, probably? Longer? She didn't know. But that didn't matter right now, because both of the easy piercings were done. One remained, and it was the one she both feared the most and also was enraptured with in a way.

"Next piercing is the one below." Amy said, looking to Elana for a moment. For a single instant, Elana thought she saw empathy there in her eyes; she realised that to someone who didn't know about the rulebook, it really did seem like she was being **** to do this. Elana took a deep breath as Amy bent down, using the chair to spread her legs, exposing her sex. Elana was still aroused, and blushed red as Amy ran a finger along the edges of her labia. Her pussy twitched, desire roared through her like fire.

"Now, this is the complicated part." Amy said to the man. "You said you wanted a piercing between her legs, but there are a few different sorts that we can go with. I couldn't give you more information until I saw it, but yeah, she's pretty good for most of them. Let's see... we could do a Christina pretty easily. Of course, a labia piercing is always in style... A clitoral hood piercing is possible too. That'd be pretty intense for her, though."

"I see." The man said. "How so? Explain it to me."

"Well..." Amy said, gesturing towards Elana's exposed pussy. Elana felt her fingers moving through her folds, and jumped a little as Amy poked her clit directly, sending waves of lightning running through her. "We would pierce the hood directly over the clit, this part of skin here, see? Not only does it stimulate the clit indirectly when **** is applied, but it also stimulates it directly sometimes too. Trust me, it's a real adventure to have one of those. Not only can you use it for decoration, but it also is very stimulating during sex or masturbation."

"I see." The man said again. "Well, my orders were to have her as sensitive as possible. Is there anything else that goes further?"

"Goes further?" Amy said. "You mean, beyond the hood? I mean..."

She frowned and looked back to Elana, for a moment, she seemed to be struggling.

"I guess there is one other piercing we could do..." She said slowly. "It's not a common one, like, at all. When it's done, there's a risk of nerve damage, you see."

"Are you good enough to do it without the nerve damage?"

"I've done it a few times." Amy said. "Only like fix or six in my whole career, but yeah, they worked out fine. You see, what we do is..."

Elana felt Amy's hands at her lower self again, brushing aside her lower lips, she felt Amy's fingers close around her clit itself, the small bud of flesh pulsed with the friction of contact.

"Do you see this part here? The bud that's most sensitive? That's the glans. Sometimes called the head. You can see it's shrouded in a hood of skin? That's where we usually pierce, so that the skin forms a protective layer between the glans and the piercing. When the client is aroused, the layer peels back, and the piercing can make contact with the clit, but most of the time, the two are largely separate. This means that a clit hood piercing is fun in bed or when you're touching yourself, but doesn't get in the way of your life otherwise."

Amy took a breath, Elana was listening now, she felt like lightning was running through her body. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and she felt a tension humming through her that she had never known. She hung on to Amy's words, desperately trying to make sense of what was about to be done to her.

"There is a more **** version." Amy went on. "Where we pierce the glans itself. What this means is that contact is constant. Even if she's not aroused, the piercing is touching the clit at all times, and any motion can cause it to provide stimulation. Clients who have this piercing often have problems with over-stimulation, or with the piercing getting in the way of every day life. Some consider it painful. I don't know. I never got it myself. It's perfectly safe and can be removed if you don't liken it, but in my experience, most women don't have a taste for it. But it does make them very sensitive."

Elana silently waited, feeling as if her fate was about to be decided. The moment that the man spoke, she knew that she would be doomed to one or the other. She wanted to ask, to beg, to plead, but her voice caught in her throat. She was pinned, restrained on this bed, utterly helpless, all she could do was sit and wait. Her heart beating, her blood rushing, panic blooming as Amy listed the ways that they could take her own body and twist it against her.

"What do you recommend?" The man asked.

"Well," Amy said, "Elana has never had piercing so she's not even slightly used to them. Something like a direct clit piercing would probably be **** for her. Especially if you did not let her relax and take it off at times. A clit hood piercing would be a lot ****, and still serve almost the same purpose. So I'd say you should do that."

"Maybe so..." The kidnapper said. "But my orders were to render her as sensitive as possible, so my boss may not be the happiest if I did."

Amy shrugged.

"It's up to you, I guess." She shot Elana a look of silent apology.

Elana herself felt frozen, almost unable to breath as the man took out a phone and walked out of the room, she could hear him ringing someone, probably his boss, to try and figure out what to do. In the meantime, she sat in her restraints, gasping with anticipation, terror, and a fading pain from her nipples. She distracted herself by craning her neck, looking down towards the swell of her breasts. Each nipple was red and engorged, and each one now sported a small metal hoop, about the size of a fingernail. It felt strange, though it was hard for her to filter the feeling of the cold metal out from the gentle throbbing of her chest. The book had made it so that she would recover in a few hours, but she still had to endure some pain until then. Why had she written it like that? She didn't usually enjoy pain that much...

She sighed, testing the restraints just out of curiosity. They held strong, there was no way she was getting out of this, and she'd already used her rulebook for the day too...

Damn. It looked like her fate really did depend on what the guy's boss said.

"I really am sorry about this, Elana." Amy said, after a moment. The two women were now alone in the room. "When I was hired for this, I didn't think that he'd do something so...well, intense. A clit piercing is pretty bad if you're not used to it."

"Will it hurt?" Elana asked.

"A little bit." Amy nodded. "It should be mostly fine, though. But it's going to be hell for a while afterwards. Even once you heal up, it'll stimulate you pretty much with every step you take if you're not careful. And it gets worse if you wear panties or anything like that. The fabric rubs against it, see? Kind of hard not to climax even if you're doing something else."

"Oh." Elana said, lying back in the bed for a moment. She felt vaguely sick, and yet at the same time, she had to admit she was intrigued. She'd never even thought that a piercing could be so, well, intense. Even though she knew it was a terrible idea, part of her wanted to go through with it, just to experience it.

"You can take off the jewellery." Amy said. "Reduce the point of contact. A lot of women do that with this sort of piercing. But...um... well, I suppose you may not be given that option, huh?"

"Y-yeah." Elana said, staring up into the ceiling, "It sound like....like the guy who wants me really wants me to be **** to do all of this. I bet.... I bet it's so I can't run fast. With something like that, I wouldn't be able to escape him even if I got the chance, would I?"

"No, probably not." Amy admitted. "Do you get captured a lot like this?"

"S-sometimes..." Elana admitted, wondering just how much of it was true in this new world she had created. "People usually let me go after a while. After they've had their fun. This is... this is a lot more permanent than I am used to."

She looked down to the piercings in her breasts.

"A lot more permanent."

"What did you do, girl?" Amy asked. "To get this sort of law set into effect, what did you do? I've literally never heard of anyone being okayed to be kidnapped and used like this. Even criminals have rights, but you don't. What the hell did you do to create this situation?"

Elana licked her lips, nerves were rising again, as they often did when she was in a conversation. She was shy, naturally, and found communicating hard. But now, it seemed almost to be a small thing. Amy had seen had naked, had pierced her breasts, and noted her arousal, had stroked her pussy, and was even now potentially going to be sending her into slavery. What did a little words mean to that?

"I....I don't know." Elana admitted, weaving a story she felt was appropriate to the setting. In truth, it was the rulebook, of course. But she knew better than to reveal that. Besides as frightening and humiliating as this whole thing had been so far, she was enjoying it to some extent. It felt like one of her fantasies, but real. She'd decided to treat it as such. "I was just a normal girl growing up, you know? I didn't break any laws, didn't do any ****, didn't even really have a relationship or a boyfriend. Then, one day, just after I turned eighteen, the laws changed. Never knew why."

She gulped again, forcing herself to go on.

"I went to the police station to try and get it sorted out, but they...well, they stripped me naked and handcuffed me to the walls of one of the cells. Kept me for two days, **** me to earn points for my freedom. Touching myself was one point, masturbating to orgasm was ten, so forth. By the time I got out, I was pretty used to my new place."

"That's it?" Amy asked. "That's it? It just happened?"

"It just happened." Elana nodded. "You sort of learn to live with it after awhile, you know? I mean, I have a pretty good life between kidnappings. I have a job and money and friends, and if go missing for a while, people can usually guess what happened. No one ever seriously hurts me, so I have some rights..."

"I guess it's lucky you're a sub then." Amy said. "I did read that one right, didn't it?"

"Y-yeah." Elana admitted, flushing red in embarrassment as she did. "I don't know if it's what I would have been like otherwise, but after so long, you sort of start to enjoy it all. I like being kidnapped, and made to feel helpless. When I am powerless, I feel so alive. When people take me and do what they want to me, it makes me ache for more.... that's pretty sad isn't it? Considering the situation, I mean. But it's how I live. I like it all. I'd have to, or else, by now..."

Amy nodded slowly.

"Yeah, I get you. Damn, girl, you have some serious problems with your life, don't you? But at least you're living with it. Owning it, I guess." She sighed. "I'd refuse to do the treatment, but I am pretty sure that the guy would just find someone else, and they'd not be as good as I am. The glans piercing is pretty dangerous if you don't know what you're doing, and I'd hate for it to hurt you so..."

"So it has to be you." Elana said.

"It has to be me." Amy echoed. "Tell me, if you could choose, Elana, would you get a clit piercing or a hood piercing?"

"If I had to get one or the other?" Elana asked. Amy nodded.

"I don't know." She said. "A lot of what you said about the clit piercing is pretty scary, but I uh... I may enjoy it a little bit, even if it's like that. I sort of like the idea of not being able to wear panties, and I...well, I enjoy the idea of being a **** a little bit... Like I said, as soon as I turned eighteen I realised it was going to happen to me anyway, so may as well embrace it, right?" She managed a weak chuckle. "So I don't know. I really don't."

"Well," Amy said, "No matter what happens next, I hope that you enjoy it."

A moment later, the man returned, his call finished

"I've talked to the boss." He said. "And he has decided that...."