The Piercing

Now that she had decided to get the piercing, Diana lay back on the table, she could feel the rushing of her blood in her veins, and the hammering of her heart. Her skin felt hot, and she was faintly dizzy. Though, she had originally known that she was going to be pierced one way or another, the finality of it had finally struck her.

They were going to pierce her body...

She tried not to show what a big thing it was. She tried to pretend that it didn't shake her on some level. But even with the rule she had made before, making it so the process would be quicker and more easy, it was still a big thing. If she didn't use the rulebook to undo it, then she would be pierced for the rest of her life.

Amy stepped forwards.

"I am going to need to take your shirt and bra off as well, Diana." She said. Diana nodded, not trusting herself to speak right at that moment. She knew that she was right, that it was better her than Lisa, but even so, it felt as though everything was spinning out of control for her, Like her feet had left the ground, and she was floundering, reaching for anything solid.

It wasn't over, she wasn't beaten. But she had to play the part for now, she couldn't let anyone know that she had a rulebook of her own.

But it was so very hard to play the part and not be convinced herself, at least a little...

Her skin tingled as she undid her shirt, shrugging it off as well as her bra. Her nipples were made hard by the cold air, and also the fact that she was currently naked and strapped to a table. That probably helped as well. Lillian made some comment about them, but Diana wasn't really listening. As she lay down on the table, Amy leaned over her.

"I need to keep your legs cuffed," the redhead told her, "But if you promise not to move too much, we can keep your arms free. Sound good?"

Diana nodded.

"Sounds good..."

"This is probably going to hurt a bit, " Amy went on, "Especially the piercing for your clit. I am sorry about that, but there's not much I can do. To be honest, I'd refuse to do it at all, except I am pretty sure that that David would just find someone else, and at least this way, I can make sure it's done properly. The clitoral piercing can be kind of risky if you don't know what you're doing. I'd rather make sure that the guy or girl who does it has all of the history and skill that I do."

Diana nodded again.

"For what it's worth..." Amy went on, "I think you're very brave for what you're doing. Protecting your sister, I mean. Not many would do that in this sort of situation."

"You mean when she's an official sex ****?" Diana asked. "Most people would just let her master do whatever he wanted to her, that's the law, right?"

"That's right." A strange look came over Amy's face for a moment. "That's the law. That's always been the law, but I wonder if it was always the law yesterday?"

Diana almost jumped.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not sure..." Amy admitted, "I just have a feeling... Anyway, this is going to be a bit invasive. We will start with your breasts."

Amy reached over to the side of the table, where a stand had been loaded with what looked like tools. Before anything else, she had to apply an antiseptic gel, to make sure that there were no infections. She took a bottle and gently uncorked the top of it, allowing some of the semi-translucent gel to flow towards Diana's chest. Diana shivered as it touched her skin, it felt ice cold, and left a trail of tingles! Looking a bit sorry about this part, Lisa started to spread it over her body, focusing particularly on her upper chest and nipples. Her hands swept over Diana's breasts, the older sister felt her body reacting to the touch, but tried to ignore how aroused it made her. Amy's hands were sure and swift, but smooth and gentle, the gel was cold, but felt oddly oily when applied to her body. It made Amy's hands seem to glide over her skin, as if she was giving her a massage. Diana tried not to make noises as Amy's hands teased and titillated her body, but it was hard because her skin was sensitive after everything that had happened so far. Amy's motion across her chest were hard to ignore, they made her nerves tingle and dance, and her body ache for more.

This became particularly noticeable as Amy narrowed her approach, her fingers gently stroking Diana's nipples, making sure that the liquid was coating them everywhere. She had to be thorough, which translated to her stroking and trailing her fingers along Diana's chest, she caught her nipples between two fingers, and rubbed them, making Diana's back go straight, her mouth felt dry, and her heart was pounding. Amy's touch was soft but firm, and it felt good. Worse, she could feel David and Lillian also watching the show, the **** urge to pretend that she was not aroused battled against her desire for more. She but her tongue to keep from moaning, but the colour in her cheeks made it obvious to anyone how much she was getting into this. Humiliation and desire wrestled in her mind, and even she didn't know which was stronger this time.

Once Amy was sure that Diana's nipples had been properly coated, she brought out her tools. The first thing she did was apply a clamp of some sort, holding her nipple stretched out. This was a bit painful, but not as painful as Diana had expected. Nevertheless, she felt her skin go cold, chills racing down her spine as the moment approached. Amy was examining her chest, tilting her head back and forth as if to get the best angle.

"Breath out when I tell you, Diana, okay?"

"Y-yeah." Diana managed.

Next, Amy pressed something into the side of her nipple, it felt cold and hostile. It seemed to be a small tube of some sort.

"Now."

Diana did as she was instructed, Amy pressed a button on the tube and suddenly Diana felt a flash of pain. It tore a small moan out of her throat. It felt as though her nipple was being cruelly twisted, at the same time both hot and cold as the metal punched through her flesh. Diana's hands curled into fists, and she was thankful for the rules she'd made before to limit the pain.

The hot pain became a more dull ache, and Amy withdrew the needle. A moment later, it was replaced by something else, a small metal band which tugged painfully at her breast. The process was swiftly repeated on her other nipple.

"You're doing really well." Amy said to her in a gentle voice, "The next part is going to be harder, I am sorry."

As she said so, Amy moved between her legs, using the adjustable table to spread her thighs. The pain that burned across her chest was lesser now, but had taken on a dull ache that told her she was going to be feeling it for a while. But that was forgotten the very instant that Diana felt Amy's hand at her pussy. It was like a bolt of lightning had run through her, driving everything else from her mind. Again, the gel was applied, spread carefully over her mound by Amy's questing fingers. Diana's body quivered, her skin cried out, heat flared between her legs, and she tried desperately not to climax. This became harder and harder as she felt Amy's fingers closing on her clit.

Fuck! Fuck it felt good! Her body was screaming, she could feel sweat beading her forehead. Lillian was gazing at her with an air of smug victory, and even David seemed curious as to what would happen next. Diana tried to ignore it all, tried to block out the world, even as she felt Amy's hands curling around her mound, her fingers brushing aside her labia, and carefully - oh so very carefully - touching her clitoris, and pressuring it into sliding free of its hood.

Diana's head was spinning, her womanhood was a mass of aching desire and lust, she knew that she was soaking down there, and was just glad that Amy hadn't mentioned it. However, she was also growing more and more nervous. Again, Amy made sure that her clit was absolutely smothered in the gel, the motions of rubbing it in made Diana groan, a moan clawing its way from the back of her throat even against her wishes.

Next, a similar but different clamp was used to gently but firmly hold her clit in place. It felt much weirder, the cold metal and wood closed around her bud, making Diana feel well and truly trapped and exposed. Her heart beat faster and faster, and she had to remember to breath properly. Amy spent a lot more time examining her this time, touching and prodding her to see her reactions, trying to gauge the best placement for the piercing where it would not accidentally cause permanent damage.

For Diana, it was surely a kind of hell, feeling Amy's careful fingers as they encircled her clit touching and teasing it. Moving it back and forth as she examined it, the clamp which held it in place was able to hold it very tightly, as it did once Amy decided that she had found the optimal place. It felt like some instrument of bondage or ****, being held open like that, with her very core so cruelly bound. She had never dreamed it would feel so exposed, so absolutely humiliating. Diana pressed her eyes closed, but darkness didn't hide the feelings, the prickling of her skin, the embrace of the metal and wood, and even the sinister touch of the needle-tub pressed against her flesh.

"Once more, breath out when I say..." Amy warned her, "This one is going to be more intense."

It was. When the needle jutted forward and pierced her clitoris, Diana felt as though her whole body had suddenly caught fire, her eyes snapped open, and a groan of pain escaped her lips. Fire flew through her nerves, her skin seared with lightning, and her clit ached terribly, the wound felt fiery and raw, and the feeling of it consumed her whole world.

Working just as quickly as before, Amy inserted another metal hoop, and then stood back, undoing the clamp and allowing Diana's clit to retreat back into its hood. or at least, as much as it could anymore, the metal caught on the hoop, keeping it from retreating fully.

Diana was breathing fast, trying to manage the pain that was flaring through her body. It was worse than the nipples by far, and she managed to wonder what it would have felt like without the rulebook? Amy told her that it would take only a day or so to recover, but she remembered that before, it would have taken months!

Not that it mattered much to her at the moment, with her legs spread, and her body pierced, Diana desperately tried to master her screaming nerves.

"See that?" Lillian chuckled, "That's a side of you that I like, Diana. You should look like that more often."