Chapter Four.
Jack threaded his belt back into his trousers and sat down,
grinning in satisfaction. Gloria perched on the arm of his
chair, her arm around Jack's shoulders. Her bright red
breasts seemed to glow with heat. Patting Gloria on the
thigh possessively, Jack turned to Marcus. 'What do you
think?'
Marcus nodded in approval. 'You have got yourself a good
girl there'
'When I got her, she wouldn't even give head and had never
been spanked' said Jack. 'After a little training, I've
made her into one hot mama. I was looking forward to
starting on that new girl soon; unless we come to an
arrangement'. Before Marcus could follow up on those words,
Jack turned to look at Sandy, and a trace of the hard eyed
criminal returned to his expression. 'Is she one of yours?'
Marcus reached out to hold Sandy's hand, squeezing it
warningly. 'Yes. I've had her for a month now and I am
quite pleased with her progress'. Marcus had to force
himself to stay casual at Jack's mention of a 'new girl'.
This was the first confirmation from Jack that Angela might
still be nearby.
'Do you use the a belt on her too?' asked Jack.
Marcus shook his head. 'I am the old fashioned type. I
prefer a proper whip'. Seeing Jack nod in encouragement,
Marcus felt obliged to elaborate. 'For the latest training
session, I had her strung up and spread eagled. It is
beautiful to watch the whip wrap itself around her body,
whirling faster and faster until the tip bites into her
skin'
Sandy was stunned to hear these words coming from Marcus.
Surely it could not be possible? Was Marcus her electronic
friend Master X? 'Yes, I am learning to enjoy the pain' she
commented, squeezing Marcus' hand in return. 'Remember how
you wrapped the whip around my hips and caught my pussy
with the tip? I almost came right then'.
It was Marcus' turn to stare when he realised that Sandy
was his favorite 'victim'. 'Yes, I remember' he replied,
letting his tone of voice and his gaze tell her that he
recognised her too.
Sandy's heart danced in her chest and she felt like
shouting with glee. The nightmare of Marcus' accusing face
and the fear of hearing him call her a pervert faded into
mist. He understood!
Marcus decided that they had discovered enough. He did not
want to put Sandy at risk or to subject her to some
humiliating show. He started to stand up, saying 'Look here
Jack, this has been fun, but I came here to do business. If
you can't deliver the goods, then I think that I should be
going'. The sight of Jack's gun made him freeze, and then
sink slowly back into his seat.
'This is not a supermarket. You don't just walk in here,
poke around and walk back out again' said Jack grimly,
placing his pistol carefully on the table. 'If you can
satisfy me that you are legit, then we will do business. If
not, then you are going to suffer an unfortunate accident
and Sandy here will compensate me for my wasted time'
Marcus held his hands up, palms outward. 'O.K. Jack. No
need to get excited. We will do it your way. What do you
want?'
Jack replied, 'So far Sandy has not done anything that
proves that she is one of the girls except to flash her
thighs. She could be Mother Superior of the local convent
for all I know!'
'I don't have my whip with me' said Marcus, playing for
time, his eyes on the gun.
Jack frowned suspiciously.
Sandy realised that Marcus was trying to shield her. She
also realised that if they did not satisfy Jack soon
something bad was going to happen. She turned to Marcus and
said 'You have not inspected my nipples since you pierced
them the other day. Maybe Jack would like to see how they
came out'
Marcus turned his head to look at Sandy and he mouthed
'Nipples?' silently, his eyebrows raised. He saw Sandy give
a tiny nod and decided that she knew what she was doing.
Turning back to Jack, he smiled and shrugged. 'Why not?'
Sandy stood up and pushed the spaghetti straps of her dress
off of her shoulders. She slipped her thumbs under the
built-in cups and peeled the clinging black cotton from her
chest and down towards her waist, baring her breasts. The
delicate glittering platinum rings with their tiny inset
diamonds sparkled, framed by the darker red of her
aureoles. Sandy's nipples were already hard and she
displayed them proudly, placing her hands behind her neck.
This was the first time that Marcus had seen Sandy's
breasts and he was rendered breathless from seeing them in
such a dramatic manner. He stood up and went to her side.
Gently, he lifted one of the rings with his fingers,
feeling the warmth of her body in the metal. He heard Sandy
whisper 'Go ahead'.
Marcus started to pull the ring away from Sandy's chest,
stretching her pierced nipple and then pulling the breast
itself into a teardrop shape. He twisted the ring, winding
the captive flesh of her nipple into a crinkled spiral and
drawing a hiss of pain from Sandy. He held the painful grip
for ten seconds before suddenly releasing the ring, letting
Sandy's flesh snap back into it's smooth natural shape.
Sandy offered her other nipple by turning her shoulders
slightly, and watched as Marcus repeated the process on the
second breast. When he had finished, her nipples were even
more swollen than before and Sandy could feel that her skin
had been slightly torn by the piercing metal.
Marcus turned back to Jack, a carefully assumed expression
of boredom on his face. 'Satisfied?' he asked.
Jack sneered. 'That was pretty, but it did not prove a
thing. I bet even Gloria's grandmother has nipple rings
these days, and how do I know that you were the one who did
the piercing?'
As Sandy pulled the top of her dress back into place, she
saw Marcus' fist clench in anger. She knew that while he
might not have any problem with whipping her, she also knew
that Marcus would not do so just to entertain Jack'. If she
did not do something, Marcus was going to try and grab
Jack's gun and something told her that Jack was waiting for
that to happen. Suddenly, it all came to her, and she knew
just what she had to do.
'Oh all right!' said Sandy, in a huffy tone of voice. 'I
was going to give you a surprise with this Marcus, but
since Jack wants to see me show off so badly, I might as
well do it now!"
'Do what?' said Marcus and Jack at the same time, sounding
like a comedy chorus.
'May I get some stuff from my bag?' asked Sandy. When Jack
nodded after first placing his hand over his gun, Sandy
opened her handbag and dug around in it for a moment.
Finally, she set the things that she wanted on the table
top and closed the bag. She arranged the items neatly in a
straight line and grinned triumphantly. On the table lay a
large darning needle in a tiny cylindrical plastic case
which came from the emergency sewing kit that she always
carried in her handbag, a small plastic bottle of
antiseptic solution that was a remnant of her nipple
piercing, a small gold ring that was twisted into an open
spiral, which had originally adorned her nipple and
finally, the single gold stud that she had removed from her
ear earlier that evening.
'I saw how much you liked having my nipples pierced, so I
thought that as a surprise, I would pierce my pussy for you
when we went to bed tonight' said Sandy, enjoying the look
of shock on Marcus' face. 'Now if everyone will take a
seat, the show will begin!'
Sandy kicked off her shoes and then hiked the hem of her
short dress up over her hips, exposing the black lace g-
string that she had worn for the occasion. She did not
allow herself time to be embarrassed about exposing herself
in front of total strangers, and pulled the tiny lace
garment off, letting it slide down her thighs and onto the
floor. The black lace strip that had run between her legs
glistened with her juices and she knew that when she spread
her legs everyone would be able to see how much the events
of the night had excited her.
After making sure that all her gear was within easy reach,
Sandy sat down on the edge of her chair, leaned back and
lifted her legs up, hooking her knees over the arm rests.
Her pussy was turned upwards by the extreme posture and
every part of her sex was clearly visible to the two men
and the other woman in the room.
Picking up the antiseptic solution, she applied it to the
needle, the ring and the stud, before spreading generous
amounts over both sides of the spot on her labia that she
had chosen to pierce. She had never tried anything like
this before, and she hoped that she would be able to stand
the pain without making a fool of herself and possibly
getting Marcus and herself killed.
Sandy picked up the needle with her right hand. Just
looking at the sharp silver point made the flesh of her
labia tingle and the muscles of her vagina contract. With
her free hand, she pinched up her labia and pulled it taut,
the sharp sting of the pinch making her toes clench. There
was absolute silence in the room as Sandy place the tip of
the needle against the centre of the stretched out sex lip.
Clenching her teeth, she pushed the sliver of metal firmly
against her flesh. A sharp, biting pain shot through her,
and the labia stretched away from the needle, forming a
tiny tent of skin. The pain grew and grew as she felt the
skin pop and the point penetrate her flesh. Unlike the
quick and relatively painless piercing of her ears and her
nipples, this slow, deliberate penetration hurt a lot, and
her nerves screamed for her to pull the needle out.
Instead, she pushed even harder and with a second tiny
'pop' the point of the needle shot through the skin on the
other side, leaving her labia impaled on the shiny steel of
the darning needle. To her relief, the pain practically
disappeared once the point had completed it's journey
through her flesh. Sandy felt a flash of intense pride and
congratulated herself on her bravery.
Pausing for a short rest, Sandy eyes met Marcus' and she
smiled when he gave her a quick wink. Unlike the heavy
gauge hypodermic needle that many people used for this kind
of piercing, Sandy knew that the darning needle was too
small to make a proper hole and that she would have to
enlarge it with the stem of the gold stud. Picking up the
stud, she removed the fastener and placed it carefully on
the table.
Resuming her position, Sandy carefully pulled out the
needle and stretched out her labia once more. A tiny drop
of blood glistened on the skin around the hole. The stalk
of the gold stud was many times thicker than the needle and
it's point was blunt. Placing the tip of the stalk on the
bloody entrance wound, Sandy began to push and gently twist
the golden metal shaft against her taut labia. The flesh of
her labia began to stretch out more and more as she tried
to force the blunt shaft through the tiny opening made by
the needle. Mentally, Sandy went 'Yeowwww!' as the gold
spike ripped and stretched the wound, forcing itself
through her labia. The pain was really bad, making her want
to pee as her body shook with the agony. Sandy concentrated
her mind solely on that point of shooting pain, allowing
the burning sensation to flow through her mind and body,
until it almost felt like a warm, comforting flame. The
heat built ever higher, until she thought that she was
going to have to scream out loud, until suddenly her aching
fingers felt the tiny jerk that indicated that the stud had
burst its way through her flesh to rest snugly against the
side of her labia. Sandy gasped in relief, as she admired
the new piece of jewelry that she had just acquired.
The pain did not end there, as the stud had not cleanly
pierced her labia but merely stretched the skin and flesh
around the original wound. But when Marcus knelt at her
side, whispered 'Well done' and kissed her forehead, the
throbbing ache between her legs became a beacon of triumph.
Through the pain, she could even feel the start of a
different kind of heat in her pussy that throbbed in
sympathy and generated it's own kind of lotion, running
down her inner thigh and staining the fabric of the seat.
Sandy turned to Jack and said 'Give me a moment and you can
help me take this stud out and insert the pussy ring'
Jack nodded eagerly and Marcus knew that the kidnapper was
convinced of their bona fides. 'Hey Jack, can we please do
some business now?' he said, keeping his voice calm and
bored.
Jack grinned and reached into his pocket. Pulling out a
key, he tossed it to Gloria, saying 'Go get Angela so that
Marcus can inspect the merchandise'. Then he knelt down
between Sandy's thighs to play with the blood stained stud,
offering to apply some of the antiseptic on the bleeding
wound.
The sound of two pairs of feet came from the corridor and
Gloria returned, dragging a teenage girl that both Marcus
and Sandy recognised at once as their Angela.
Unfortunately, Angela recognised Sandy as well. Desperately
happy to see a friendly face, she wailed 'Sandy! Help me! I
wanna go home!'
Jack's eyes widened in shock when he heard his captive cry
out Sandy's name. He realised that he had been tricked and
started to turn and reach for his pistol. However, Sandy
had been given the advantage of seeing Angela over Jack's
shoulder and she realised what was about to happen a split
second before the happily engrossed Jack could react. Sandy
let her legs drop off the chair, wrapping them around
Jack's upper arms. The pain of crushing her wounded pussy
against Jack's chest made her yell, but she still had the
presence of mind to pick up the half empty bottle of beer
at her side and to club him over the head.
Brought up on a staple diet of TV shows, Sandy was
surprised when the bottle did not shatter dramatically, but
instead, bounced off the top of Jack's skull with a loud,
hollow 'Bonk!'. Jack shouted in pain and struggled even
harder against her pinning thighs. Panicked, Sandy brought
the bottle down on Jack's head a second time, gripped in
both hands. This time, the blow was hard enough to
thoroughly stun the kidnapper, who sagged limply to the
floor.
In the meantime, Marcus was wrestling with a furious Gloria
for possession of Jack's gun. When she broke free of his
grip and dived for the pistol, Marcus assisted her downward
movement by shoving her hard in the back. Gloria slammed
into the table. With both hands outstretched and reaching
for the gun, she was unable to save herself from smashing
face first into the solid wood. The table collapsed under
the unconscious woman and Marcus neatly scooped up the
pistol.
With the resilience of youth, Angela had recovered
sufficiently from her ordeal to clap in excitement as the
bad guys were put down. Suddenly, she noticed Sandy's new
jewelry. 'Hey Sandy, I see you got yourself a new stud' she
said grinning and giving Sandy a thumbs up.
Grinning from ear to ear in relief, Sandy looked towards
Marcus who was smiling at her as well. Sandy nodded,
recalling the first words that she had used in reference to
Marcus. 'Yes. I think that you're right Angela. I most
definitely have found myself a new stud!'.
Angela shook her head in confusion when the couple burst
out laughing. There was no understanding these old folks!
