Angie came and stood by El's head. “This is Claire. She's the piercer."
Piercer? Did that mean what she thought it meant? Suddenly, this didn't seem so funny. “Whaaa?” she said, her voice slurring. “I doan wanna."
"Shush, just relax. You won't feel a thing. Claire's really quite good at this."
El watched as Claire rolled her chair up between her legs. Angie adjusted the neck brace to tip El's head up a bit more. She wanted her to see what was being done to her. Did Jack tell her to do that? Was that part of her punishment?
Claire took a tube of salve and rubbed some into the mound above El's slit. It felt soothing. Soon she grew numb down there. Claire pinched the fold of flesh right above her clit experimentally. With her other hand, she began rubbing her clit gently with her thumb, causing it to rise to greet her. El tried to fight the feeling, but she was helpless. If she'd just keep it up for another couple of minutes…
Claire looked up at El. “I'm going to put a gold ring down here."
Her orgasm retreated. El shook her head and pulled at her bonds.
"It's okay,” the woman said. “I'm not going to pierce your clit-that's way too painful and doesn't provide the desired result.” She held up a small gold ring, about the diameter of a pinkie ring, thin at the top and thicker at the bottom. “This is going to go through the skin just above the clit. The bottom part, which you can see is heavier, will bounce against your clit with every step-that is, if you don't wear underwear, which I'm told you don't.” She patted her upper thigh, just inches from her throbbing pussy. “This is a good thing, El, you'll see. A lot of women do this to keep them in a near-constant state of stimulation."
El thought about that for a second. Claire made it sound pretty good. “It woon hurr'?"
She laughed. “No, it won't hurt. It's going to feel woooonderful."
El relaxed a little then and watched her work. Claire carefully measured where the upper part of the ring should be hung in order to let the bottom part hit just the right spot on her clit. She made a tiny dot on El's skin, then pinched it, drawing it away from the sensitive nerves underneath.
With a piercing tool, Claire punched a thin hole through a fold of flesh. El felt only a pinch. Working quickly, Claire pulled back the prong and threaded the ring through. She wiped up the blood and daubed the area with a healing salve. “There. That wasn't so bad, was it?"
El looked down and admired the gold band. It shone against her bronze skin. “It's bootiful,” she managed.
Claire brought out another tool, one that was plugged into the wall. “Now normally, these are made to be easily removed. But Jack asked if I would solder it permanently.” She caught El's surprised expression. “Oh, it's really not permanent. If you ever want it off, you can come to any good piercing studio and they'll remove it."
The soldiering iron hissed and there was a brief feeling of heat and then it was over. Claire brought over a mirror and tipped it up so El could see. The ring lay right at the edge of her pussy, so the bottom part hung over onto the slit. She could see her clit, though fading, poked out just under the edge of the shiny gold ring.
"Can I try id?” Her voice was becoming less slurred now.
"Not quite yet. Just a couple more things."
El looked around in alarm. Now what? She had her answer when Claire moved her chair up to El's chest and hit the lever to sink her down several inches. “No!"
"Oh, yes. Jack insisted.” Without pause, Claire began rubbing some salve into her nipples, causing them to come to full attention. Soon they grew numb as well. “This won't take but a second.” She set the piercing tool over the base of the left nipple and squeezed the lever. To El, it felt as if someone pinched her nipple-uncomfortable, but not as painful as she had expected.
Claire expertly threaded in a gold ring. It was about the same size as the one between her legs, but it was of uniform thickness. Claire cleaned up the area and daubed on some salve. She brought over the soldiering iron and made the ring permanent. She scooted the chair to the other size and in another two minutes, El had a matching pair of nipple rings.
"They are very pretty,” she had to admit.
"These are both twenty-four carat gold-the best-so you shouldn't have any trouble with them. We'll give you some of this salve to take home. It'll help prevent infection and speed healing."
They unfastened El and let her sit up. She still felt woozy from the sedative.
"Are you still dizzy?"
"A little. Mostly, I feel… happy, giddy."
"Good. We don't always use that stuff. Some women just prefer we use a local anesthetic. But Jack thought you'd be more comfortable with it."
How nice of him, she thought bitterly. Now she was marked as a true slut. Which is exactly what Jack wanted. Her jewelry would remind her every day just what her role is. As if she didn't already feel that way.
They helped her up and let her dress. El had to be careful pulling the top on. Her nipples tingled. At the counter, Angie gave her a tube of ointment. Angie went out to fetch Raphael, who helped her into the car. He got into the back seat with her.
"Let me see."
Once again, El found herself stripping. Raphael whistled when he saw the jewelry. “Madre di dios! That's a good look for you, chica."
She gave him a thin smile. “Thank you."
"You make me horny again. Make me cum while I play with your new jewelry."
Although she still felt lightheaded, she was afraid to complain. She opened his pants and let his cock spring free. She brought her mouth to it and began to suckle him. She had learned quite a bit in the last two days at how to tease a man's seed from him quickly, so she used all her newfound talents to bring the driver off.
When he came, she held his cock deep in her throat, sucking down his spunk until he softened.
"Oh, mi chica! You getting pretty good at that!” He zipped up and stepped out, then got in behind the wheel. El didn't bother putting her clothes back on. She sat in the center of the seat, legs apart, while Raphael leered at her from the mirror as he drove.
She wasn't sure how she really felt about all this. In retrospect, the piercings were a lot less painful than a whipping would have been. And yet now she was marked. The only thing worse would be if Jack had ordered a tattoo. She hoped it would never come to that. Didn't he promise he'd do nothing permanent? Yeah, she thought, I can have these removed-and I will just as soon as Jack releases me.
Still, they do look pretty, don't they? She fingered the gold bands. Twenty-four carat, didn't she say?
When they arrived at the plant, El dressed again. She didn't really want to-she'd shown her body enough around the plant that nearly everyone had seen her. But she was shy about her new jewelry. It shouted ‘slut!’ to her and it no doubt would to everyone else.
It turned out to be a temporary reprieve.
As she walked across the lot, she noticed how the heavier ring tickled her clit. She could feel herself becoming aroused already. She knew she was producing more fluid and her pussy swelled with her hot blood. She couldn't imagine walking around like this all day.
No sooner had she entered the hall than a worker asked her to flash him. Gritting her teeth, she raised her top and the man's eyes nearly popped out of her head.
"Gooll-ly! Woodja look at that! She's got nipple rings now!"
Another man rushed out of a nearby office. “Wow! Those are great! Got any more anyplace?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
El sighed and lifted up her skirt. The men couldn't believe what they were seeing. They jabbered excitedly, calling others over to see her. El felt flushed, dizzy. She leaned against the wall and let them crowd close, touching her, tugging at the rings, feeling her breasts and her wet pussy. She was so aroused that she couldn't stop them. In her mind's eye, she saw herself on her desk, legs spread, while the men came at her, big cocks in hand. She didn't even care about getting credit, she only cared about getting fucked. Her clothes fell to the floor.