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Chapter Eighteen – The Piercing. (Edited by Curtis. Thank you.)
Elise sat still – knees spread wide and back perfectly straight – Rose stood behind her gently stroking the leather crop up and down the girl's spine.
"Keep still," Rose told her, then suddenly, and without warning, struck the poor girl's ass with a vicious blow. Elise cried out, and immediately jerked her shoulders back. "What did I tell you, slut?"
"You told me to keep still, but how could…" Another stinging lash to her ass interrupted her attempt to explain herself.
"When I tell you to do something I expect you to do it! How can you expect to learn obedience if you have no self control?"
Rose slipped her hand under her apron and into her pocket to pull out a long golden chain in the form of a 'Y'. Each of the three ends had a small gold clamp attached. "Sit up straight, slut, and spread your legs wider."
Elise wriggled about to spread her thighs wider and watched with nervous curiosity the shiny thread glistened against Rose's long dark fingers.
She leaned down then opened the first clamp over on of Elise's erect nipples. "Are you ready for this, slut?"
Elise felt her breath quicken. She opened her mouth to reply, but instead gasped as the metal teeth bit into the tender flesh of her nipple.
"Good girl, good slut," Rose told her. "Good little slut's always take their pain."
Elise bit down on her lower lip, then drawing on all her inner strength managed to stay that way as the second clamp was snapped onto her breast.
"Now, where does the little slut think this one might go?" Rose taunted, holding it and letting it swing freely.
The gnawing pain in her nipples had distracted her from what Rose was saying, however, when she saw that third clamp dangling between her open thighs, there was no doubt about where it might go. Instinctively, she drew back. She tried to stand up, but as she began to lift herself up onto her knees Rose's heavy hand on her shoulder prevented her from rising.
"Stay right where you are."
"Please, Rose, you can't be serious?"
"You just earned yourself another five minutes punishment time, slut."
Bewildered and unsure of how much more she could stand, or how much more Rose intended pushing her, Elise dropped her ass back onto her heels. Rose knelt down, and slipping one hand between Elise's legs, used her fingers to spread her pink folds and expose her most private parts. Elise felt the painful bite of metal as the third clamp bit her hard clit. This time she winced and let out a little cry.
Rose chuckled. "There, you don't like that, do you little slut?" Then her mood appeared to change. " Well, let me tell you something I don't like it when little sluts, like you, don't' do exactly as they're told so you're just going to have to learn the hard way are you? Rose's way. Rose always knows what's best."
Within a minute the vicious teeth of the clamp were biting into her clit. It throbbed between her open thighs like a miniature cock begging for some kind of release. Her nipples too had become unbearably painful -- a fine pickling sensations shot through them like tiny electric shocks. Elise closed her eyes tightly as if by doing so she may perhaps wake up and discover it was all a bad dream, however, a sharp jerk on the chains made her blink.
"Keep your eyes open, slut! You must learn to take your pain!" Rose stood, with her arms folded, in front of Elise. "Some day you will thank me for teaching you such self control."
Little did Rose know that Elise had already used her training for her own gain, however, she didn't answer. She knew by now how foolish it would be to speak without being out being asked a specific question. Any other time, perhaps she could but not when Rose was in one of her 'moods'. Elise remained perfectly still and silent for twenty minutes, although kneeling there in such pain it seemed like a much longer. All the time Rose watched her. At last, and just when Elise felt she couldn't possibly stand another moment of the agonising torture, Rose nodding and smiled. Leaning down she realised the clamps, on by one, and then with an unexpected gentleness rubbed Elise's nipples until the pain began to subside.
"You did well little slut. Why don't you rest a few minutes?" Rose motioning towards the bed.
Feeling totally drained, Elise dropped down on her hands and crawled towards the bed. Her engorged clit felt tender as it rubbed against her thighs and her nipples were almost numb.
She climbed up onto the bed and then dropped down onto her back.
"Now, just relax," Rose told her, lifting the girl's right hand up to hook the metal ring to the head of the bed. She then secured Elise's other hand and her feet also.
This hadn't been exactly what Elise had in mind when Rose had told her to rest, however, it was good to lay back and stretch. How long would Rose leave her in this position she wondered? She lifted her head slightly and saw her clit throbbing between her open thighs. She smiled. It reminded her of a boy's cock—like the one who had first fucked her back in high school. Perhaps Rose would lick her? Right now, Elise welcomed the idea of having a nice wet and warm tongue soothing her throbbing clit.
Rose disappeared into the bathroom.
"Oh, no, she going to shave me again," Elise thought. The first time had been a humiliating experience for Elise. Fortunately, since then she had been allowed to do her own grooming. Now she wondered what Rose was up to.
Rose returned carrying a tray, its contents covered with a small towel. She placed it on the bedside table and then smiled down at Elise. "You're not going to like this, Miss Elise. But it's got to be done."
Why Rose insisted on calling Elise that was a mystery to her. Slut, whore, and bitch, were names she could understand. 'Miss Elise' just seemed too ridiculous!
When Rose lifted the cover, however, Elise didn't see anything required for shaving instead she saw something quite different—a piercing tool! She recognised it immediately from when she had her ears done. Realising what Rose intended to do, Elise froze in fear then a cool damn sweat began to form on her body.
"No, please!" Elise squirmed and struggled against her bonds. Her breath quickened and her heart raced. "Please, not that! Not there!"
Ignoring her pleas completely, Rose leaned down and began fiddling with Elise's clit. She gave it a gentle squeeze, then peering down in deep concentration, she skilfully pulled the delicate feminine foreskin back. "I'm afraid this might just hurt a little bit," Rose warned with a smirk, "so scream if you must."
The metal device felt hard and cold pressed against Elise's throbbing and swollen clit. Tiny beads of moisture formed her face and body as she lay there panting and gripped with panic. She closed her eyes tightly and braced herself. She felt a sharp prick followed by agonizing stabbing pain through her clit that coursed right up into the very core of her belly. Her mouth gapped open and…
Layla sat in her study, quietly reading, when suddenly a shrill scream from up stairs interrupted her peacefulness. She immediately stopped and looked up from her book.
She had wanted Elise to have something special. Something that no one had ever given her before. A gift that would be a constant reminder to the girl of who she belonged to. When Rose had suggested attaching the gold tag with Layla's initials on it to Elise's clit, she knew nothing could possibly be more appropriate. Rose always knew what was best.
The house went quiet again. Layla smiled and returned to her book.
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