Punk\'s First Piercing

Chapter 3:

 

Janie looked annoyed.  She hated it when David would make her look like a slut in front of their victims.  She liked being the one in control of a girl, and she couldn’t stand it when David would show her up just to be the alpha male.  She crossed the room with indignation and glared at him as she got closer.  His face showed no recognition of the glare, which she had come to understand was less of him not knowing, and more of him not caring.

When she got close enough, David moved his hands like Vanna White would if she was turning a letter.  Janie handed the box to David, who held the box above his head.  He grinned like a boy finding the present he had wanted for his birthday, and called to the audience “Drum roll please!”  When the call was meant with silence, he sighed and lowered the box.  “Here in this box lies one hundred piercing needles, never before used, pre-selected rings and studs for the areas that our team has decided should remain pierced, and a handful of needles from my…  private collection.”  He smiled at this, and drew out eight 10 inch needles.  Crystal’s stomach fell as she saw these- she didn’t know how he could use these on her, and he knew that she didn’t want to.

David noticed the look of fear in her eyes, and held them to her mouth.  Mockingly, he said “Kiss them for good luck,” and tapped them against her lips.  Crystal flinched as the steel hit her mouth unexpectedly.  David put the needles back in the case and said “As some of you know, the needles we use on her are going to be auctioned off at the night to the highest bidders.  We all know you want something to remember our little Crystal by, since only one of us can take her home!”

At this, Jack growled and shook his head angrily at David, while Crystal just realized what the implications of this last message had.  “What?!” she blurted out.  She began to flail in her bindings as David snickered and walked around the table.  The crowd seemed clueless and uncaring about the meaning.  They just stared at their catch, waiting for the show to begin.

“Now, Jack, since we should build up the show to a…  Climax…” he snickered again, “let’s start with some of the lesser piercings.  We have a few set up for our precious star’s first wave of metal.”  Jack took the box out of David’s hands, eyes set on Crystal’s face.  Fear washed across Crystal’s face as she watched Jack get closer and closer.”

“Jack, please,” she pleaded with a sob.  Her light complexion had stayed ghost white since she woke up in this basement.  “Please stop, I’m sorry, just don’t put those things in me.”  She scooted herself away, just to be caught by the ropes.  Jack sat on the bench beside her, faced her, and mechanically took out a small piercing needle.  Mockingly, David began to slow clap- as in sports movies, when showing a hero did an amazing task- and was awarded with a few cheers from the background.  Crystal watched the light bounce off the tip of the needle and began to sob again, turning her head away.  David, realizing that her moving head would create problems for Jack, grabbed her head with his hands and forced it to look forward.

Her eyes widened with every inch that the tip of the needle got closer to her face, with a stunned silence.  She closed her eyes as the needle got close again, and her body shook with the sobs.  She tried to brace herself for the same pain that she received when she stepped on nails, or the occasional staple.  She felt a man’s hands on her left ear.  With her eyes closed, her entire mind focused on her ear.  She stopped crying, and went silent.  Her body became rigid with anticipation.  As the tip of the needle hit her ear she screamed and her whole ear began to ache.  She bit her bottom lip and began to sob again.

In the background, David was laughing wholeheartedly.  He looked to the audience and said, “If you like this little girl’s screams now, just wait until we get to the good parts.”

As Jack started to push the needle through her ear, it became more than clear to Crystal that this was real.  Now it was concrete, it had begun.  She started fearing for her life, begging “Stop, please!” hysterically.  She made every attempt to break out of David’s grip.  Jack pushed the cold metal sliver until it was halfway through and left it there.  He removed his hand from the needle, and turned to the box to retrieve another needle.

The crowd was cooing at Crystal’s sobs.  Jack and David knew that they weren’t the sobs of a woman whose ear had just been pierced, but the sobs of a woman being raped.  David looked at the beautiful teen in sadistic lust.  Racked in fear, pale as a ghost, trembling and sobbing, Crystal’s attitude to life at this very point was candy to his eyes.  He knew that eventually, he would have her all to himself, and he couldn’t wait.

Jack on the other hand, was more excited about the money that was sitting in his account right now.  He took another needle, circled it about four centimeters from the ear lob piercing that stood out as a sore nail in her ear, to her cartilage.  Calmly, but quickly, he pushed the needle against her ear again, which ignited a stream of pleading from Crystal again.

Crystal could feel the tiny prick against her cartilage now.  Her eyes strained to look at Jack, and to look at the needle hanging out of her ear lobe, but she could only see Jack’s shoulder how her head was currently held.  As soon as the needle had touched her ear, she had began with the begging again, “Jack, please stop, please, please, I’ll do anything, just please stop.”

David laughed softly at the word, as they were so meaningless to him.  He loved to watch a girl’s mouth as it pleaded.  The power that was behind her jaws as she repeated the calls for mercy.  He loved watching her sobs cut words off as she was saying them.  But most of all, he loved the look of a girl’s mouth as her pleas were betrayed.  The moan of pain and hopelessness, and the long sobs that followed.

Jack began, once again to push the needle through.  Crystal’s mouth opened and let out her sounds of pain, followed by a long sob.  David smiled.  It always worked the same way, like watching a painter paint a picture, or a master carpenter build a beautiful mansion.  He was the conductor, helping these novice musicians make the sounds with their instrument that would have the audience sit on the edge of their seats.  He longed to be one of the musicians himself.

Jack followed the second needle with a third, and a fourth.  In the end, there was another cartilage, and then two helix piercings, all with the little needles sticking out of her ear.  Jack took another needle from the box, and rested the tip against her inner ear cartilage.  Jack had begun to ignore Crystal’s protests, and proceeded with the conch piercing.  He pushed the needle through easily, and left the needle in.  This one provided some trouble for Crystal, because with the needle left in, the tip was left to scratch the skin behind her ear too.

Her entire ear area ached and hurt.  The crowd watched eagerly at Crystal, who had stopped sobbing as much.  They had become less frenzied, and even the escorts had sat down- mostly naked- and started to watch the process.  Crystal was becoming less afraid after each and every needle, or at least she decided that her fate was inevitable.  David was afraid that this might happen with the minor piercings.  He had never really dealt with minor piercing; he always was in it for the fun piercings.  Looking at the crowd, he considered what he could do to Crystal’s form that might entice them.  As Jack moved his hand to pierce her tragus, David put his hand in front of her ear.  Jack looked at him, confused, and David whispered playfully “Why don’t you start with the other one.” 

Jack looked puzzled, and then angry.  “Because for each piercing we do, we can auction it off,” he hissed.

            This made David puzzled, “It’s not like it matters, the major part is already in your pocket, isn’t it?”  David’s hand thumb reached to one of the cartilage piercings, and pushed the needle into her skin.  Crystal yelped, and then cussed.  David grinned, still facing Jack, and pushed it so it started to go into the skin.  She began to twist and turn her head, only to brush her ear against the table and tug some of the needles, which caused her to shriek and begin to tear up.  She sniffled, and moved her head so that the ear was as far away from the table.  This caused her colorful hair to brush the needles, and made her uncomfortable.  She bit her bottom lip, as a tear fell down her youthful face.  The crowd made sounds of pleasure, and it became rather apparent that the escorts were no longer busy watching the star have her ears pierced.  David kept staring at Jack, grinning, as if her reaction was planned.  “You don’t want to keep our friends waiting, do you?”

            Janie stared in awe of David.  He was always the ringleader, with his calculated moves touching the audience and the performers with ease.  All behind his dramatic façade, she had learned to see his anxious ulterior motives.  Shaking her head, she knew that she’d be coming soon.  He always loved to see cold steel pass through the delicate folds of a young beauty.