My Next Piercing Lobotomy Novels & Stories

I looked at the gold mark on my skin, the shape of the silver ring that the child had burned into me. It was pulsing in time with the lighthouse. Jinyan was asking me to lobotomize him. He was asking me to take the brilliant, terrifying, beautiful mind that had both broken and saved me, and turn it into a hollow shell.

I will top that up with my black fishnets instead of Princeton’s Mary Poppins socks. That modification finally brought a genuine smile to my face. “Princeton High say hello to Ginger fucking Dark Storm!” I put on my uniform, hooked my lip ring and earrings, and examined my eye in the mirror. My eyebrow piercing was still healing. With any luck this week, it would heal and stop getting an infection. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted that sleazy stylist who convinced me to get it when I went to renew my lip piercing last month. Anyway, it will heal. I’m a werewolf.

This piece will say I’m coming for him next. With a slow steady, exhale, I place my gloved hand on the middle of her back and smile when she jerks. She needs to be still. Even the slightest wiggling can cause a blowout. It happens if the needle pierces the skin too deeply. No matter the smeared beauty of that pain, I don’t want that or at least try to tell myself so. It doesn’t stop the fact that I want to destroy her perfect flesh and leave my imprint in every pore.

He saw himself in the mirror and realised he had been stuck in one thing. “Hey,” Liam said from behind him, grinning. “You look like trouble now.” “Nonsense, stop exaggerating,” he smiled. “I’m not, you look so good” Liam caressed his hair paying the hair barber. “Now, we go to the next stop”. It was the piercing parlour, Ren was scared, it was written on his face, he looked at the lady who was in charge of piercing him, she smiled at him, then Ren turned to Liam and back again with a very rejected look.

Jerome inquired. “Mainly three gold shackles, one in each nipple, and one in her left cunt lip. They look like small quarter sized U shaped horseshoes with pins through the open end of the U. That’s the part that pierces her flesh. It shouldn’t take more than 15 minutes for them to complete the task. Tomorrow they’ll do the tattoo on her for us, but that takes more time, and I didn’t think you’d want to waste too much of tonight on something for us. Did you?” “That’ll work,” Jerome replied, “I just need her mouth, and ass tonight anyway.”

Lou led Christopher to a seat, and he prepared everything needed to make the piercing. “Where are we having the piercing done?” He asked. Palmer looked at Christopher and pulled his hair strands away from his face. “How about his nose? Right in the middle.” Christopher looked at Palmer as if he could admire her all day. She was persistent, he couldn’t deny it. “Do you agree, Chris?” She asked, realizing she was once again taking over his decision without asking. “Yeah, of course. I’m down for it, but please don’t make me look horrible.”

It was as if he could hear my inner battle with myself. "Do you really want me to stop Stazie?" He mused as he slipped a finger inside of me and used his thumb to circle on my clit. Louder moans made their way out of my lips. I bit my lower lip to stop my moans but it was useless. What was he doing to me? My mind was a complete mess.

Acidic bile shoots to the back of my throat as my leg remains locked half way out because I can’t bear the thought of moving it further. My eyes slam shut as I try to move it again before I feel the tingle sensations of another’s hand now on my leg. My eyes open to watch him as he opens the lid off the jar, scoops out some of the ointment with his hand before it’s cooling properties start to take effect as he smooths it into one of the wounds. Lobo remains silent at the base of my stool, not once making any noise of Knox touching me, yet when Doctor Abel, a trained professional, tried to…he went ballistic.

He opened it, revealing a silver ring, a piercing needle and a small bead. "Every good pet gets branded by it's owner," he said. "I'm going to pierce your clit." My blood ran cold. "What?" "You heard me." He knelt in front of me, his voice calm and measured. "I'm going to put a ring through your clit. It will hurt. But after it heals, every time you move, you'll feel it. You'll remember who put it there. Who you belong to." I stared at the needle, my heart racing.

She’d scrolled through enough secret forums and explicit photos late at night, fingers buried between her slick folds, imagining the sharp bite of metal against her most sensitive spot. Her pussy throbbed at the thought, already dampening her panties. She bit her lip, nipples hardening into tight peaks beneath the thin fabric. Fuck it. She opened the app—Elite Body Mods: Discreet Home Service—and booked the premium package. Double nipple piercings plus consultation for intimate piercing. The f*e was eye-watering, but privacy was worth every penny. No shop, no strangers staring at her bare tits. Just a professional who would come to her.