The Clit Piercing

"I have talked to my boss." The man said. "And he says he wants her sensitive as possible. So it looks like we're going for the clit piercing."

Amy nodded slowly, clearly not happy with this news, but unwilling to back down for the reasons she had already given. She shot Elana one last apologetic look before she got to work.

"Now, this is going to hurt a bit more than the nipples did." She said as she reached for a trey of her tools. "But it still shouldn't be _too _bad. Elana, when I tell you to breath out, do it, okay?"

"O-okay." Elana said. Her head was spinning now, as she tried to control her racing body. She jerked as she felt Amy's hands applying the same gel to her lower self, rubbing it slowly across her clitoris. She hissed, breathing quickly, Amy's hands sensuously touching and stroking her. She had to fight the urge to grind against them, and could feel her building arousal even though Amy was clearly trying to make it quick so as to spare her modesty. Elana closed her eyes, focused her mind, refused to let her body do what it wanted to do.

_No, _she thought to herself. No, I am not going to climax right here in front of Amy just from having my clit touched. I'm not that aroused. I can do this.

Even as she thought it, though, she did not know if it was a promise that she could keep. Her body burned with desire, her skin felt hot. All day now, she'd been teased and tormented. Made to walk to the shop with only a bra to cover her breasts, made to undress right in front of Amy and the kidnapper, Amy had fondled her breasts, and was now spreading the gel cream on her pussy, carefully making sure that not an inch of it was missed. The gel stung a little, bringing tears to her eyes, but only for a moment before it started to damp the pain.

When she was done, Amy moved back, taking something else from the trey. A moment later, Elana felt the touch of something small and sharp against her clit. Her eyes widened, and she took a deep breath, panic setting in.

"Are you ready?" Amy asked.

"J-just do it." Elana said. "Quickly."

Amy nodded.

"Okay, breath."

Elana did, and a moment later, she felt a sharp pain in her clitoris, it was stronger than that which had afflicted her nipples, spreading through her lower body like a wave. Elana grimaced, hoping to ride it out, but it kept growing and growing. She opened her mouth, forcing herself to breath, directing her gaze at the ceiling so she didn't see what was being done to her. Within their restraints, her fists clenched, and her skin flushed pale white.

Her lower self felt like it was burning. Pain washed over her, not pleasure, and she didn't enjoy it at all. Amy worked fast though, clearly aware of what was happening. The needle which had pierced her withdrew, and for a moment, Elana felt blessed emptiness. Then, something small and hard was moved carefully to take up the space it had created. She hissed, feeling the ring, the same sort as those that had been added to her nipples, was gently strung through her folds. It felt thicker than those ones, and heavier too. The instant it was in place she felt it start to pull on her clitoris, looping it and binding it in a way impossible to ignore. Then pain stabbed at her, making her wince, but Amy withdrew, and a few moments after that, it started to fade again.

Elana feverishly thanked her past self for making that rule that allowed her to endure all of this. Quicker healing and reduced pain was a godsend now. She realised that if she didn't have that, this might have taken weeks, or even months to heal. Nonetheless, it would still be a few hours until she was fully recovered and the pain was stabbing. She threw her head back, doing her best to ignore it even as her legs were **** open, so that Amy and the man could regard her sex.

"That's it?" The man asked.

"That's it." Amy said. "She'll take a few hours to properly recover, and she'll be sensitive for a few days. Be gentle with her, okay?"

"I'll pass it on." The man said. "All right, I have some things to do. You mind if I leave her here for a few hours?"

Amy considered, that clearly wasn't in the contrast, but she had also developed something of connection with Elana, and she wanted to make sure she was properly healed before anything else could happen, so she nodded.

"You can leave her here."

"Don't let her out of the chair."

"I won't."

"Good." The man said, moving to collect his things. "I'll be back in an hour or two to take her. In the meantime, just make sure she's healing properly. We don't want to do any serious damage."