The Slave (57 page)

“
I’m next,” she whispered to Robin,
pinching harder and twisting. “I gotta get some of that for me.”
And between the two of them, Robi
n felt like she had been gang banged―deliciously,
deliriously gang banged, until she couldn’t tell who was in her for
how long and when she had stopped or started to come.

It was a glorious evening. She slept, for
the only time during her trip, in their room. Properly on the
floor, but comfortably on a little sleeping pad, with a fluffy
comforter to wrap herself in.

* * * *

The following morning, Robin packed her
things and was ready to go right after she cleaned up after
breakfast.

“
We have a little errand to do before
you can go home,” Khim announced, as they were heading to the door.
“I hope you don’t mind, but we will need your help.”

“
Of course I don’t mind!” Robin
exclaimed. “Please, let me help with anything you need.”

“
Good! Follow us in your car. We’ll
take our collar back when we’re done.”

Robin threw her bag in the trunk and did as
they asked, following them into the D.C. area again. As they passed
through familiar landmarks, she began to get suspicious, but when
Khim signaled to park, she realized that they were once again at
The Lance, Nicky’s piercing shop.

Oh no!
she thought.
They don’t want to put it back, do
they? It just healed!
But she found a parking space and went into the
shop to meet them there, in the main showroom. The three of them
were almost alone―the only other person there was a slender,
black-haired man studying a tattoo magazine by the
counter.

Khim was holding a clipboard and a pen.

“
This is a test of your obedience,”
she said seriously. But her eyes were dancing. “Sign
this.”

Robin took the clipboard and looked down at
it. There was some type of form on it, she could see the space for
her signature at the bottom. But the top part was covered with one
of the colorful brochures that showed the styles of jewelry
available, and she couldn’t read what she was agreeing to.

She took the pen Khim was offering her and
tried not to show her panic. What could she be signing? An
agreement to get pierced again? Permission to have the ring
removed? She didn’t do this last time she was here! Could
she―should she!―even sign anything without her owner present? If
she were not truly owned, this would be the time when she called
her safeword. Or, just said, “No way!” and refused.

But they knew who and what she was.

I was trained to
obey
, she
reminded herself.
I trust them.

She signed carefully and dated the
sheet.

“
Thank you,” Khim said taking it back
and unclipping the brochure. “Nicky said to use examining room
one.”

Robin went to the room in silence and sat at
the edge of the table. Just a few days again, she would have
scooted up there gingerly, careful of the pressure over her clit.
Now, she could just sit down, like a normal person. It made her
dizzy to think that she might have to be stuck with the same
discomfort again!

But
―maybe it would be nipple
piercings
,
she thought suddenly.
Monica said that she might like those, too! That
would be nice! A good surprise!

She looked up as the door
opened, and Nicky walked in, with a little bag in her hand. She
grinned and said, “You did
n’t have to wait for me! Take the pants off again,
and if you want to give yourself a quick wipe, use the bathroom
through that door.”

Robin swallowed hard and stripped her
sneakers and jeans off. She prayed that it wouldn’t hurt quite as
much this time, even as she suspected that it would hurt even
more.

There was a knock on the door, and Nicky
called out, “Come on in!” and Khim and Judy came into the room,
also grinning. They were holding hands. Nicky pointed out space
near Robin’s head. “Just stay out of my light and way,” she
cautioned. “And we’ll be done in no time.”

To Robin’s dazed expression, she held up a
little plastic bag that had inside of it two bright steel rings.
They were thicker than the one that had been her triangle.

“
This is what you wanted, right?” she
asked idly.

Robin glanced to one side, to a wickedly
grinning Khim and found her voice. “Oh, yes,” Robin said. “That’s
it.”

Judy giggled hysterically and bent her head
into her lover’s shoulder.

“
OK, then. Thanks for shaving, that
always makes the job so easier for me! Let’s see where you like
them.” Gently, Nicky ran her fingers down Robin’s outer labia and
pinched the sides. “Here? Higher?”

Robin looked to the side again, and this
time Khim’s expression was perfectly clear. From this moment, it
was up to Robin.

“
Lower a little?” she said.

Nicky slid her fingers down, and when she
reached the spot Robin thought felt wonderful, she said so. And
from then on, the actions seemed to blur into one another―cleaning
the area with a chilling wipe down of antiseptic, marking,
clamping... and all accompanied by gloves being changed and chucked
away. Nicky apologized for the harshness of the clamp, but when it
went on and she secured it with a rubber band, Robin almost sighed.
Yes, it hurt―but it wasn’t that stomach-tightening scary hurt that
the clamp under her clit made. There wasn’t even that frightening
clicking sound.

And the needle going through her this time
was less of a shock―and much less painful! Her eyes closed in
reaction to the split second of almost hot pain. But it was very
fast, and when it was done, she couldn’t feel anything really very
different!

“
Wow, the steel looks great against
your skin,” Nicky said in appreciation. “I’m putting its sister a
little lower, since you like the sensation lower. That way, they
won’t hit each other too much.”

Robin nodded, and endured the entire
little operation again, and then Nicky finished by closing the
rings around the little balls. She tossed off one last set of
gloves and dug a mirror out of the drawer at the base of the table
and held it up. Robin had barely noticed that Judy and Khim had
come closer, their bodies next to her on both sides. She looked
down the end of the table, into the mirror and saw her shaved
crotch once again decorated. Through her outer labia were those two
beautiful steel rings, lying on the pale skin. They were
breathtaking―perhaps not as pretty as the ring with the delicate
little ball over her clit―but astoundingly attractive
themselves.

“
Thank you,” Robin said, barely able
to breathe. “Oh yes, they are wonderful, thank you!”

“
My pleasure. And I think these will heal
up much faster than your triangle. You know, I asked around, and no
one who works here as a professional has heard of the girl you told
me about. It’s a shame―I mean no one wants the government poking
their heads into our business and all, but piercing is serious
shit. You shouldn’t do it at home with a stranger, you know? Take
my card. In a couple months, couple years, you want to try a
different one, maybe a clit hood piercing, call me.” Nicky gathered
her tools and left the room with a wave.

Khim and Judy looked at the rings from the
other side of the table and nodded. “Yeah, I think Monica will
forgive you,” Khim said.

“
And us,” Judy added. “These look much
better than the triangle! And they’re much more useful!”

“
I―I can’t thank you enough,” Robin said.
“But―do you really think Monica will be OK with this?

“
Don’t you worry about it,” Khim said.
“We’ll take care of everything. Hey―we’re Marketplace. We take care
of our own.”

* * * *

Monica loved them.

“
Oh my fucking God, they’re gorgeous! One
on each side?” Apparently, Khim and Judy had explained something
that Robin’s owner accepted, and although she did a little teasing
about punishing her, it was all in fun, and if Monica was really
disappointed by the lack of a triangle to play with, she didn’t say
so.

The new rings seemed to be as little
trouble as the triangle had been great trouble. They turned easily
in their holes when Robin cleaned them with Provon, a cleanser
Nicky had supplied her with, and stopped aching before two weeks
were up. The first time that Monica gently tugged at them, Robin’s
eyes almost went to the back of her head, it felt so good! And they
were just as fun to play with on her own, too―their gentle, thick
weight a different feeling under her fingers when she showered or
played with herself. The weird feeling of having metal rings
attached to her never completely vanished.

But that was fun, too.

Robin never knew exactly what Khim and
Judy had said to Monica, other than admitting what they had done.
But much later on, she was lying in Monica’s arms one night, and
Monica said, suddenly, “I saw Khim and Judy at that party I went to
last night.”

“
How are they?” Robin
asked.

“
Great, just great! They have some new
chick hanging with them. Well behaved kid, too, reminds me of you.
Except that she’s a tough little butch number.” Monica chuckled. “I
think they might be considering taking on a housegirl. You know, I
almost wanted to take them aside and tell them about the
Marketplace. From what you told me about how they treated you, I
think they’d be good owners, if they could afford it.”

“
What―what an extraordinary thought,”
Robin said, grateful that she was turned away from her owner. “Yes,
I think they’d be good owners, too.”

“
Well, if this new thing doesn’t work out,
maybe I will.” Monica yawned. “OK, scoot. Back to your room, I’ll
see you in the morning.”

Robin rolled off the edge and turned back to
kiss her owner a gentle good night. As she closed the door behind
her, she let out the breath she had been holding and broke out in a
grin. Wouldn’t that be a funny conversation to listen in on! But as
she walked down the hall to her own room, she wondered about the
new girl in the hands of Khim and Judy. The well behaved one.

Have fun,
she thought, a wish sent out
into the night. A
ll of you. As much fun as I do.

Before she fell asleep, she
touched the rings one more time.
I’m really pierced
, she thought.
A pierced, owned
slave.

Perfection.

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“
Just send her into the city for the
weekend, I think she won’t mind a day or two off,” Jimmy said
dismissively, as he checked off names on the invite
list.

“
Hmm.” Eric didn’t comment beyond that
abbreviated sound, and that alone made Jimmy look up to check on
his lover. Raul, smooth as ever, pretended not to see the silent
communication between his owners. He set down fresh glasses of iced
ginger tea for them, condensation already thick from the walk to
the back deck from the kitchen.

“
Yeah, well,” Jimmy offered with a slight
shrug. Of course, she’d already had a day or two off, hadn’t she,
and not so long ago that everyone had forgotten it, either. “We’ve
never had a girl here for one of these parties, and it’s been ages.
You know some of the guys would just die if there was actual pussy
around.”

“
Still, it’s extra help. And if we kept
her, like, behind the scenes? Made her support staff... production
crew? It’s not like we’ll have her prancing around in that tacky
lingerie. And she’s hardly some big-titted cow, either―put enough
clothing on her and she’ll just vanish.” Eric sketched the
vanishing act with one hand in the air and snapped his fingers at
their house manager. “What do you think, Raul? Can you do something
with her and make her useful for the party without being the
conspicuous cunt in a pack of pricks?” He grinned at his own
alliteration and Raul smiled appreciatively.

“
I’m sure we can do something,
Master,” he said. There was a slight gleam in his eye.

* * * *

“
Tighter,” he said, and Carl grunted
as he adjusted the bandages.

“
Ow!” Robin complained. “Now I can’t
breathe!”

“
You’re not required to,” Raul said.
“Now let’s try the shirt.”

Robin slipped the T-shirt over her head
and smoothed it down over her tightly bandaged breasts. Sure
enough, she looked flat―but also bandaged. The cotton bunched up
over the layers of bandages and just didn’t look natural or right
in any way. Raul sighed.

“
Know what she needs? Compression vest.”
Steve, aka Muscledog, was the latest addition to the household and
ostensibly the reason for the upcoming party.

“
What’s that?” Carl asked.

“
Guys wear ’em after surgery―you know,
liposuction, tit sculpting. They kinda press you in, but smoothly.”
He ran his large hands down his own well sculpted body. “Dude might
be slightly out of shape, gets one to look better built, you know?
So, get her a vest, and it’ll be nice and smooth.”

Raul nodded and slapped Robin on the ass.
“Get one of those. Oh, and while you’re at it, figure out a way to
get a dick in your pants that doesn’t look like a dildo. Try some
balled up socks or something, and let me see my choices. And
remember―you’re tiny. Your dick should be, too.”