My Next Piercing Lobotomy Novels & Stories

My mound throbbed, but so did my pussy, clenching on his digits. "Almost done. Cum for me, whore. Drown the pain." I did, shattering hard. Squirted on his hand, wetting the chair. He finished the tattoo mid-orgasm, needle's final buzz mixing with my screams. "Permanent now, niece." He bandaged it light, then cleaned his hands. But his cock tented his pants, hard from the sight. "Not done." He grabbed piercing tools—needle, rings, clamps. "Nipples next. Uncle's doing them himself."

Her voice has gotten even throatier than before, every breath heavy and loud now, and she lets out something close to a mewl when I start removing one ring after the other from her outer labia. The piercings have all healed completely a while ago but paranoia had me waiting another couple of weeks for something like this. Once her labia are completely unadorned I stop, then look up to her face where she's again chewing on her bottom lip. While keeping her blindfolded until now has served me well, I think it's time to

Bobby runs to his room. My other friend, Gavin Peters, walks in from the hallway where his room is. He's my dad's Gamma. He's also dressed in comfort clothing. "Where ya going?" He adjusts his ball cap over his red orange hair. This guy is the only shifter I know that has silver laced piercings and tribal ink made from silver flakes. Fucking psycho. It doesn't burn, but it's enough to prevent healing in those areas. He says it's to keep him grounded, which I think is a load of shit. I think he just begs for attention. I groan. "I'm trying to get to the bar to get drunk before I head out west." I flop down on the couch.

I said, sweating. "This one is Sebastian," she pointed to the biggest one. "And he is crying. I can see his lobster tears." "Lobsters do not cry, Luna. Zey are…" "You’re going to put them in the hot tub, aren't you?" Her lip wobbled. The ultimate weapon was being armed. "The ouchy-hot tub." Ten minutes later, I was no longer a world-class chef or a vengeful ex-husband. I was a fugitive.

he said. Frederick nodded; he already knew. "What's going on? Why don't you start?" Selene asked the doctor. "You see, my Lady, I need His Majesty to take a sip of liquor or use a gag; it's one stitch, but however you prefer it. I'll be piercing the skin, and that can be... painful," he explained. Selene paled, cold sweat forming on her forehead and back. For a moment, she thought she was going to faint.

he complained and looked at me. "Go buy your own. Move out of the way," I bumped his shoulder and went straight up the stairs. We both love piercings, though he has more because he also has them on his tongue and under his collarbone. I went into my room and didn't bother to get dressed. I measured all the piercings except the snug, industrial, daith and rook because I didn't have any holes in those parts yet. Maybe I'll just go back to L.ink to get bored next time.

Lisa said. Becky took hold of Lisa's slave emblem and read it. Before she released it, Lisa turned it on so it was shining, along with the collar on her neck. "So it can be read more clearly if needed in the dark," Lisa informed her. Becky touched Lisa's hood piercing. "Does this go through your clit?" "Just above it, so it rubs against it. The little weights bounce and make it almost vibrate." "I've heard piercings like this make you very horny," Becky said.

Ashton shook his head skeptically. "Look at me," I motioned toward my facial piercings. "Those of us with piercings and tattoos generally don't give a damn about what people think of our choices." Resting his elbow on the counter, Ashton faced me directly. "Well, most people aren't famous enough to have internet trolls photoshopping their heads onto humping rabbits." That had happened to his mom, not Blanca. Taking my time, I put on the white latex gloves. "Just remember, your sister is no stranger to ridicule."

I took out a pair of shorts and a tank top, "I'm going to shower." "Don't be long, I want to speak to you." I nodded and went into the bathroom with a sigh. When I was done showering, I found Lobo sitting on the bed with a deep frown on his face. "What is it? You look even more pissed off than earlier." "I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier." "Okay," I frowned, going over to him, "This is all new to both of us." "Yeah. Listen, tomorrow morning I have a few things to take care of, but tomorrow night we need to have the marking ceremony."

There was very little bleeding, considering how flushed they'd been. Monique removed the device, wiped her breasts with the antiseptic again and pulled her studs from an antiseptic bath and quickly inserted both of them. She replaced the two needles with new ones, taken from sterile packages. The process was treated almost like a doctors office, except for the use of my mouth to stimulate her. On the echo, Monique was washing Lisa's pussy with the same antiseptic, then used a long, curved needle to pierce her outer labia. Lisa flinched substantially. Monique re-swabbed the piercing and inserted the hoop Lisa had chosen for herself, also soaking in antiseptic. It locked into place. They held