You stop

"Mm," you close your eyes and prepare your body for the battle as your finger keeps stimulating you.

It takes **** discipline to stop the wonderful pleasure but your **** of will lets you yank your hand back under your control. You draw your finger away and start to move your hand out of your pants.

You hear the footsteps get closer, accompanied by rustling.

You pull your hand out of your pants but buckle and shriek as a split second of blinding pain jolts between your legs. Reflexively you withdraw your hand further but something is caught on your middle finger. You can't take it out of your pants without an extremely uncomfortable tugging sensation at your clit.

You realise you've been given another chained piercing. Just like at your nipples. Panic rises. You try to pick at your finger but without seeing it, you can't see how it's attached, and you don't have time to adjust your pants to get a better look.

"No, please!" You beg down at your crotch, tears forming once again. You tug gently but can only get about 4 inches of slack from the new chain. "No no, no.."

Your friend, Samia, appears through the hedge. "Jaz?? Why are you in the bushes?"

You look from your hand in your pants up at her, trying to limit the fear leaking from your eyes.