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The second needle was agonizing, and Heather bit into the
pillow she was intentionally holding over her face. She flinched from the sharp sting and then
locked her legs until they shook as the needle passed through the outer surface
of her lip and burned all the way until it exited further down. Heather couldn't tell how Erik was arranging
the needles nor what they were doing in her tender flesh. Her neural mapping of her sex kept crashing
to the bare minimum of over-sensitive and over-stimulated. The third needle stole her breath along with
any conscious words she had been stringing together into a sentence, and
Heather again suffered the sting and the burning and then the tugging as the
needle tunneled its way out.
She got lost in the sensations. With her eyes shut and the pillow trapping
her hot breath against her face, Heather was only aware of the temperature
gradient across her body. Her nipples
were pert and hard like pebbles in the cool hotel room. Her back was wet with her sweat. Her abs were burning hot from contracting and
cramping. Her sex was flushed and on
fire. Her ass was moist from juices that
Heather was still convinced included blood from her pierced labia. Her legs were aching and cold, spread to the
sides with top and bottom exposed. Add
to this the sting, number four piercing her while Erik's strong fingers pinched
and pulled on her pussy to drag her lip outward, and now the feeling of the medical
steel passing through her, and Heather was starting to float on her own
endorphin high. Number five, oh god,
lower and so close to her ass that Heather felt her sphincter being tugged
outward with her labia while Erik shoved the needle through the thin skin fold.
Then he let go but the relief was replaced with fresh
anticipation of more when Erik pinched the top of her right labia. And the process started all over again. Heather didn't count this time. She was becoming more and more aware of how high
she was and how her pussy was fluttering.
The stimulation was sexual and asexual at the same time. Heather felt her mind and body divide, and
instead of the conflict earlier, now it was clear that both were comfortably
drifting in their own riptides. She was
slipping away, the tension easing in her body, and then she felt Erik gathering
the folds of her clitoris hood in his fingertips. She may have wiggled, encouraging him,
feeling the pressure just out of reach of her sensitive nub.
Then she shrieked and came crashing down to the mattress, an
angel ripped from heaven and fighting the demon who was suddenly sitting on her
chest. The needle exited the other side
of her clit hood, stretching the skin before punching a hole through it, and
Heather screamed into the pillow so hard that she gagged and had to swallow
repeatedly to recover. She tossed the
pillow off of her, and tried to look down at Erik without moving anything below
"Oh, I could do a second one, but I think that was
enough," he said calmly. He lifted
up slowly, his elbows and forearms coming off Heather's pelvis and thighs, and
then Erik spread his fingers wide and stretched them. "It looks," he glanced down at his
handiwork, "extraordinarily pretty.
Like a holiday tree."
Shaking but still afraid to move, Heather reached down with
her right hand to feel for the needles.
Erik dissuaded her, catching her questing fingers and holding them to
her belly button. "A hand mirror is
a much better idea. Or a photo - I could
use my phone and you could see it right now with decent lighting." He ran with that idea and got up, grabbed his
phone, and swyped his way to the camera app.
"Just hold still."
Heather was trapped.
She didn't dare clench her legs together, but she wasn't sure a photo
was something she wanted anyone to have.
It took too long for her to make up her mind though. The flash went off in stages and then Erik
carried the phone to her, holding it so she could see the image. She had to close her eyes and reopen them to
focus more clearly.
Running from top to bottom, the wide coloured plastic ends
of the needles stacked neatly one above another with only a slight offset. The round curve of her mons now had an arrow
shape hugging her opening. And above
that, going from left to right, was a single horizontal needle through her
clitoris hood. Heather closed her eyes
and tried to feel the individual needles, but all she could do was picture the
photo in her mind and feel the lingering stings and burning from her sex. It made her laugh after a few moments of
silence. She wiggled her hips - and the
pain didn't increase. She tipped her
pelvis, and there was no sudden stabbing or scraping from the tip of a needle
catching adjacent flesh. Heather knew
she might stick her inner thighs, but she could still close her legs a bit and
flatten out her knees. She did just that
and then opened her eyes to look at Erik.
He was just waiting.
Heather eyed him closer. Erik's
nostrils were flaring when he breathed in and out, and his shoulders seemed set
with purpose. She cocked her head and
reached down for the duvet, but the question on his face made her pause. Then she understood, thought it was absolutely
crazy, and rejoiced at the idea at the same time. "Oh, you are lovely," she muttered
Erik watched while Heather tested her range of motion and
then awkwardly lifted her left leg out while turning on her side and then
belly. She pushed up with a wince, and
Heather paused to look at her arm where the needles were beginning to
ache. But then she continued until she
was on her hands and knees. She shuffled
around a bit, pulling the pillows and putting them under her chest, and then
said, "Ok, I'm ready."
Erik already knew that.
He had felt her slick juices flowing out the entire time he was play
piercing her lips. But now he'd get to
enjoy plunging his cock into her bottom while knowing she'd feel the needles
pushing back and forth within her outer labia.
He got up, moved in behind her, and used his thumb to massage and test
"Me, too," he replied. And then he lined up and plunged in.
There was no timid hesitation. Erik took her like a conquest that had long
been promised to him. Heather shuddered
from the powerful thrusts that pounded Erik's cock deep into her ass. Her boyfriend's big cock had been the key to
their relationship, but Erik used his tool with effortless force and shifting
angles to make Heather acutely aware of how much he enjoyed this. She had spent a few years on her belly and
back in a chemical haze while cocks thrust in and out of her openings - but
Erik made this experience memorable and crisp.
And Heather never had the opportunity to become bored - the stinging and
tugging of her tender flesh against the needles and the recurring rhythmic
drumming of Erik's pelvis against her buttocks engulfed her completely.
Each hammer blow to her ass drove Heather's head into the
pillows. A part of her tried to rise
above the roaring of her pulse and increasingly sloppy sounds of her sex, but
she lost the thread of her thoughts as soon as they took form. It seemed Erik could sense any internal
reflection, and he stole Heather's waking moments from her before she was even
aware of them. His teeth nipped her
shoulders and the back of her neck. His
hands cradled her breasts. His fingers
rolled and pinched her nipples. His body
surrounded her and left her only one choice: to move with him. Every breath was full of his scent. With his entire cock buried in her ass,
Heather felt his growls and sharp inhalations mix with her matching grunts and
moans. She rested on the side of her
face while reaching back and gripping Erik's thighs in her hands. The piercings in her forearms brushed against
her sides, and Heather delighted in the intensity of sensation that ripped her
out of reality. Her vision was full of
colours pierced by lightning flashes.
Her ass swallowed Erik's manhood, and her hands urged him deeper. Her buttocks ached as they were spread
further apart. And then Heather felt his
cock twitching and spasming - the entire length of his rigid shaft moving
within her bottom.
Erik's orgasm triggered her own deep release. Heather's pussy was frothing with her juices,
and when her walls clenched down Heather felt her wetness splash outward onto
Erik's scrotum and thighs. It was such a
powerful climax that she went limp underneath him, and Heather was barely aware
of him withdrawing. She was passed out,
blissed on endorphins, when he returned to clean her up.
Heather turned in bed to escape the sun streaming in the
window and sounds from the markets and streets.
A repeating crashing noise kept her from drifting off - perhaps they
were emptying the rubbish bins - and the jarring tinkling of a thousand bottles
being smashed while loaded into a lorry shook her the rest of the way
awake. Despite her exhaustion, she
scanned the room quickly. Something...
someone... was missing.
Her mind struggled to piece things together more clearly,
but then she felt the need to pee and set everything else aside. She got out of the strange bed and made her
way straight to the bathroom. Eyes
closed, sitting on a cold toilet seat, Heather felt the tension release inside
of her. She felt sore, and her fingers
picked at her forearm. The tender bruising
caught her by surprise, and Heather felt herself remembering more.
The toilet paper didn't come away bloody when she blotted
herself, and Heather was thankful for that.
Her arm ached, and her labia burned, but mostly she remembered being
promised breakfast, and where the hell was Erik? She got up, washed her hands, and decided it
was time to go. The fact she saw Erik's
backpack and bag were gone on her way to fetch her clothes made that even more
Panties and bra, trousers, and then Heather paused to fuss
with her arm. The iodine had stained the
skin and it was turning yellow. She
pondered how to cover that up from her boyfriend and realized it wasn't an
issue unless the boy made it one. She
pulled her shirt and sweater on, and checked on the wine out of habit. It was all gone. Heather wasn't sure if that was an
accomplishment, but she'd check it off as an indicator of a good night.
Only when she got to the door did she see Erik's note stuck
in the doorknob. Heather grabbed it,
read it quick, and then tossed it in the bathroom trash. She double checked to make sure she had her
phone and her wallet, and then Heather left the hotel room - letting the door
swing shut and lock behind her. She had
to walk carefully around her bruised fleshy lips and tender anus - a lingering
reminder that Heather enjoyed.
Erik was waiting in the Dev, quietly reading a newspaper
while sipping cola. Heather slipped in,
spotted him, and made her way to his table.
Erik's only response was to scoot over to make room, and then finish the
article he was reading.
"Hey," Heather interrupted. "Pay attention." She nudged his ribs while pulling her arms
from her coat. It had been brisk
outside, but the bit of snowy and icy cover on the sidewalks was now banished
to shadows and quiet side streets.
He turned and looked at her, his eyes clear and bright, and
then he asked, "Do we kiss now, or are you undercover again?" Erik glanced around and it was obvious that
he recognized a few folks in the pub.
His status as an interloper was very apparent to him.
She didn't care.
Heather kissed him on the cheek and then licked his lips. He relaxed a bit and she teased him. "Who finished my wine?" Her right hand found Erik's thigh while she
deftly pulled a menu out from under his paper with her left.
Erik leaned into Heather's shoulder. He kissed her back and shrugged while
enjoying her pleasant scent and smile.
"I'm guessing you did.
Though you were pretty out of it when I took out the needles." He unconsciously stroked her arm, and then
pulled his fingers back when she flinched.
"Yikes, sorry. Bad habit - I
always know where the sore spots are and touch them."
"Well that," she rolled her eyes, "could get
us both thrown out of here." Her
fingers gripped Erik's cock through his tacticals and she gently squeezed. Then Heather rocked on her butt in the seat
beside him and laughed. "So you
said you had to leave?"
"Yeah, late breakfast then off to Germany. Some people seem to have taken an unhealthy
interest in me. So I figure I should
spend some time just learning new things and set off in a new
direction." He tipped his head
toward the menu in Heather's hand.
"Know what you want?"
But they only have that in Germany." She smirked.
The thought that maybe Heather could visit him in Hamburg or Berlin
cheered Erik up a bit. It was already
hard to say goodbye to her, and Erik had to flee the hotel room early so he
wouldn't extend his trip and just curl up with Heather for the rest of the
day. Leaving her soft naked body had
been a real struggle after experiencing how well they fit together.
Heather gave him her order, and he repeated it back. Then he got up and let the bar man know what
they wanted. If he noticed Heather
watching his ass then what of it? Erik's
last meal in London was spent sitting beside his lioness. When next he saw her, she would want to see
his scars, and he would need to tell her why he was running from Winter