As you stand there, you can see me smiling at you, drinking in your dishevelled appearance. Your body is covered with a fine sheen of sweat, and more tellingly, streaks of drying cum, from the stable hands.
I watch, as a thick rope of cum slides out of your slightly redden pussy, and makes its way down your thighs. Your fringe is matted to your brow with cum and sweat, and I can see you trying to keep your eyes from gumming up. There's one particularly large blob on the tip of an eyelash that keeps trying to keep your eye closed.
Your chin is streaked, and they continue down your neck and onto your breasts, covering them with a fine white coating of rapidly drying cum.
I take you by the hand, and lead you towards the barn doors. You're hesitant, as you're still naked, but my insistent hand brooks no argument. You open your mouth to ask a question, one of many I suspect, but I press a finger to your lips, shushing you.
The cool breeze is a refreshing shock on your skin as we step into the yard; your eyes are downcast, not wanting to see if anyone's there, watching you. My hand has a firm grasp on yours, ensuring that you keep up with my rapid pace. You become aware that there's a new car in the yard, but fortuitously no sign of its owner.
Not quickly enough for you, we reach the comfort of the house, and you try to rush past, into the sanctuary of the interior. Again you find my hand keeping you firmly by my side. I lead you into the dining room, where you're surprised to see that my guest is sitting, waiting.
Your cheeks colour, you're mortified to be seen in your just shagged state, what with drying cum covering your body. What makes it worse is the fact that the guest is a woman.
"Ahh, Ann," I exclaim, "so glad you could make it." "This here is Jenn, isn't she such a sweet peach." You can feel her eyes burning you as they take all of you in, from the top of your head, to the tips of your toes. You're not sure which is worse, the way she's looking at you, studying you, or the way that her tongue is slowly moistening her full lips.
I talk to Ann, seemingly ignoring your presence by my side. "You've brought your kit? And you know what I want doing." In a husky voice, thickened with lust, she replies that she's quite ready for her. As you listen with a dawning feeling of disquiet, your eyes suddenly take notice of an open case on the table, with all sorts of gleaming, steel implements.
"Shall we start asks Ann", and I tell her that you're ready. You numbly stand there as I stand behind you, gripping your wrists in my firm grasp. Holding them tightly by your side. I make you stand there, your body pressed back into mine, as Ann approaches.
She quickly steps up to you, and without a word, she gently lifts your breasts, letting them settle into her warm hands. Her thumbs gently brushing your cum covered nipples. You're shocked when you feel your nipples responding to her touch. It's a little uncomfortable, as they try to swell, but are hampered by the thick cum coating.
Seeing your trouble, Ann grins in obvious pleasure, and moistening her lips once again, she lowers her head to your right breast. You briefly feel her hot, moist breath, before she quickly sucks your nipple into her mouth. You can feel her tongue, swirling it around, licking the cum of it. She lets go, and looks at me. "I see that you've introduced her to the stallions then," before returning to your growing nipple.
Your surprised by just how erotic this is, being held firmly, unable to resist as the strange woman expertly sucks on your breast. You can feel you nipple hardening, becoming a little bullet in her mouth, your aureole crinkling is response. Once she's cleaned the breast, you're not surprised when she kisses firmly on the lips, her tongue opening you mouth, so that you can taste the cum and her own sweet taste. It leaves you breathless.
She repeats he performance with your left, but this time, just as you're relaxing, enjoying, she nips the tip of your nipples with her teeth, You jolt, surprised by the sudden pain. As she lets go, Ann smiles, not so kindly this time, and tells me that you'll be quite lively when she performs her procedures.
Your mind starts to race, procedures? What procedures? That's medical talk isn't it? But before you can articulate your thoughts, you see Ann move to the open case, and pick several wicked things up.
She walks back to you, enjoying he look on your face as your eyes drink in the sight of the sharp needles, and the cruel looking rings.
"Now dear, she says, don't struggle, it'll only make it harder you know." With those not so soothing words, you try to break away, but I hold you firmly to me, restraining you. You movements are brushing your ass against my groin, and you are becoming more and more aware of my growing cock as it presses between your cheeks.
Ann takes your right nipple between her strong fingers, and giving it a harsh pinch, so that it leaps out, she swiftly takes hold of it once again. Your eyes stare at the needle in her other hand as it approaches your stretched nipple. You cry out as you feel the sharp point press against your sensitive skin. There's a moment of resistance, then a sharp pain as the needle suddenly slides through the base of your nipple.
Ann stands back, admiring her work. You can't help but stare at the needle sticking trough your nipple. The pain has decreased; it's just a dull throb at the moment. As you watch, you see a small drop of blood well up, and slowly trickle down your breast.
Knowing what's going to happen makes the left one worse, you're tense, and you know full well what's going to happen when she pinches your nipple.
It's seems to take forever, but all too soon you're standing there, shiny steel needles sticking trough your nipples.
You can't believe it, even though your eyes are transfixed, you become aware that your body is betraying you. There's that feeling of moistness, that throbbing you get in your clit when you're aroused. You try telling yourself that its just the feel of my arousal against you, but a part of your mind knows it's the surrender of your body to my will that's turning you on.
Ann returns from the case with two shiny rings, which she holds in front of you. As you take in the sight of them, you can't help but think that they look so large!
With dextrous fingers, Ann slips the opening of the ring through the opening she's made in your flesh. She whips her hand away, and you gasp as the weight of the ring tugs insistently at your breast.
It feels so heavy, cool, not cold. Not only are your eyes drawn to it, you can feel it tugging insistently. Ann reaches up, and with a deft flick of her fingers, she flicks it. You gasp in a strange mix of pleasure and pain. Your nipple seems so alive, so sensual. You can't wait to feel my hands on your breasts.
She repeats the process with your left, and you're breathless. The feelings in your breasts and nipples are indescribable. There's pain, but it's remote, and incredible pleasure, your nipples are so alive, so eager to be played with.
Ann kisses each breast, eagerly sucking them, leaving love bites all over them, making them ever so tender, your nerves are singing out, you can't believe how turned on you are, the pain and pleasure are intertwining so that you no longer know which is which.
Your mind reels when you hear my voice in your ear, asking are you ready for the next part?
You're not surprised when Ann takes hold of your new rings, and holds onto them, ensuring that you're not going anywhere. I, however, do. I move across to one of the big, high backed chairs, and sit.
You watch as I free my cock, letting it jut straight up, looking slightly obscene as it appears from my jeans.
Ann, tugging gently, on your rings, leads you over to me. The slightest tug sends shivers through you. It's too exquisite at the moment, the feel of her fingers on your nipples, holding the rings. Once you've taken those couple of steps, Ann surprises you by driving two fingers into your sopping, wet slit. "Christ, she's eager" is her comment on your state of arousal.
Letting her fingers pleasure you for a moment, Ann removes them, and gives my cock a couple of slow stokes, covering it with your juices. You're not too surprised when you're turned around, and Ann presses you down onto my lap. You feel my hands grasp your hips, guiding you.
You're hoping that I'll fill that aching void that is your pussy, but I don't, instead I pace your tight ass over the tip of my cock.
You've no chance to resist, as Ann presses down on your shoulders, and I pull on your hips. You can feel your tight rose slowly open, helped by the lubrication of your own juices. You want to take it slow, to make it last, but we're too eager for you, and we press you down hard, so that I slam into your ass.
You sit so hard, that your breasts bounce, the rings swinging, tugging on your nipples, and sending new shivers through you. You want to be fuck right now, you are so turned on by it all that you're pussy is leaking, adding to the dried cum between your thighs.
I grab your thighs, and place them outside of mine. When I open my legs, yours follow, and you realise that I'm holding you open, exposing you. You can feel my stiff cock in your ass, pinning you in place. My hands are over your breasts, rubbing your nipples, toying with your new rings.
You're not too surprised when Ann kneels between your widespread thighs, and gently using her fingers, she explores all of your pussy. It seems that she has her hands everywhere, from the tip of your clit, along your labia, deep in you, everywhere. It feels somewhere between her giving you a sly wank, and a gyno exam.
Ann looks up from between your open thighs, and tells me that you're more than ready.
Ready for what you ask yourself, unwilling to verbalise the thought.
Ann deftly regains her feet, and gets what looks suspiciously like a hole punch from her kit. She notices your look, and she takes obvious delight in the look of disquiet that crosses your face.
She holds it up in front of you, letting you see the implement clearly. She tells you that it a punch, and that unlike your nipples, which would heal if the rings were removed, once she's punched your labia, the holes will remain even if the rings were later removed.
Your mind reels at the thought of your body being permanently marked, that you almost miss the fact that your labia are going to be ringed, just like your nipples.
Ann kneels again, her hands busy fondling your labia, getting them fully engorged and plump. Your eyes are firmly fixed on the punch in her other hand, dreading her use of it. You start to open your mouth to complain, but I notice, and give your nipples a tug, and the fresh pain distracts you.
You feel the punch grip your labia, not painfully, at the moment, but grip it all the same. You can feel the jaws closing, beginning to pinch.
Before Ann can close the jaws fully, I stop her with a word, and you hear, my voice right by your head, "let her do it!" Ann grins wickedly, and takes your hand, and places it over the handles of the punch.
"Do it" you hear me command. You can't believe it; you can't believe that I want you to pierce yourself like this, but my voice has a hint of steel in it, and my fingers are suggestively holding your nipple rings, threatening to pull on them.
Ann grins, and offers to help you. You feel her finger hovering just over your clit, promising so much. If she'd only lower them a little, it would feel so good.
Taking a deep breath, you compulsively squeeze the handles, and you can't help but cry out in pain and shock as you feel the punch slice through you labia. It's over almost too quickly, but you're well aware of the lingering pain.
You start when Ann goes through with her promise, and gently lays her finger on your clit, stroking it just the once, before removing her hand once again.
It was so good, the touch of her hand, the heat you feel in your body, you can feel my cock stirring in your ass, throbbing with increased need.
Numbly, she arranges the punch again, and again your hand is pressed around the grips. Your mind can't accept that your piercing yourself, that your body is being changed at my will, and that you're actively helping.
By the time you've done another seven. Seven your mind cries out, your body is hovering on the brink of a massive orgasm. Each burst of pain has been rewarded with Ann's finger on your clit, and my cock moving in your ass.
My jeans are wet from the juices that have leaked from you, and your clit is throbbing with need, a desperate need.
Ann returns with the rings, smaller than the ones in your nipples, but thicker looking. The feel of the cool steel as they slide into your labia is refreshing, removing the sting of the fresh piercings.
Soon Ann has all eight in you, and you can't believe the feeling. Each of your labia feels like it's being stretched. The weight of the rings feels as if it's too much. Even sitting as you are, you are so aware of them. You don't want to stand, to feel the weight of them unsupported, pull on your intimate areas.
You feel Ann place a finger at the bottom of each labia, then she lets them run along their length, lifting and dropping each ring in turn. It's like an electric shock, the movement, the sounds, the pull, demands that you get some release.
Seeing your distress combined with your desire, Ann uses the rings to pull you open, holding you open and exposed. You can feel her hot breath as she lowers her head to between your thighs.
Her tongue reaches out, stokes the tip of your fully engorged clit, before swirling round it.
Suddenly it's sucked into her mouth, her teeth nibbling on it. Your body stiffens; your ass tightens around my cock, adding to your pleasure, as you start to cum.
It's one long rolling wave of relief, the pleasure from your clit, the pressure in your ass, and the way that your new body feels as the rings tug and pull. As your cumming, you pussy is squirting your juices over Ann and my groin, you feel a sharp, short jolt, which adds to your orgasm.
It's so strong, you slump on me, totally spent. Your eyes are seeing the needle that's sticking through your clit, but it's not taking it in. Not in the slightest. Ann works quickly, fitting your clit ring.
She gives it a sharp tug, bringing you back to the present. "Listen, Jenn" she says. "I've pierced your clit, not your hood" Your mind is trying to make sense of these words, but Ann provides the disquieting explanation.
Through the hood is good, but if it's through the actual clit, it will continuously pull and rub on all your most sensitive nerves, keeping you always turned on. Not enough to make it, but enough that you're aware of it.
Gently she flicks the clit ring, and you can feel it just slip over your fully engorged clit, teasing it. Every time the ring swings, it'll just touch your clit, giving you a little rub.
Ann tells you that you'll probably cum unexpectedly a few times before your body adjusts. You mind is racing, trying to take in all the new information. The thought of being continuously aroused scares but excites you.
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Lifting you up off me, you hear me say, "now that she's been ringed, it's time for her to try the fucking post"
"Fucking post!" your mind races, trying to picture just what it is I've just mentioned. All sorts of images flash through your mind, most revolving round some sort of large dildo mounted on a post.
I lift you off me, my cock slowly sliding out of your tightly gripping ass, as Ann moves back to the table. She picks up one final thing, and you see that it's a dog lead, made of thick metal links. As I hold you still, Ann clips the lead to your newly fitted clit ring.
You cry out as the weight of the chain pulls on your tender clit even more, making you cry out in pain. Ann hands the lead to me, and I set off, giving you a gentle tug.
That tug almost makes you sink to your knees, you can't resist, can't even think of resisting, as the ring reminds you.
You take you first ginger step, feeling the rings settle, now that you're standing. Your pussy feels so strange, you're so aware of the added weight, pulling on you, your labia hanging down and apart, pulled there by he weight of the rings. Your nipples are standing very proud, the rings gentle swaying, continuously tugging on them.
I slowly lead you back outside, letting you get used to walking like this. I take you over to near the barn, where there are a couple of posts in the ground. If you'd noticed them before, you just thought they were for tying the livestock to.
I lead you between the posts, and halt you there. You're no longer worried about being naked; it's the leash through your clit ring that has your attention.
You take your eyes off your engorged clit, and the leash, and move them to Ann's hands. She's followed us, and is now busy tying a thick, black leather strap around your thigh, attaching your right leg to one of the posts. You have to spread your legs further apart when she repeats the process with your left.
Once she's finished, you're standing there, your feet slightly more than shoulder width apart, your entire body on show. The stable hands, and field workers have stopped their work, and are now watching intently. You can hear murmurs, as they talk amongst themselves, a murmur that grows in heated excitement. You realise that you're not the first girl to be tied here, and they know, even if you don't what's going to happen.
You're made to bend over, so that your body is parallel to the ground be the simple expedient of having your nipple rings attached to a chain that runs through a pulley on the floor and attached to your clit ring. You find that if you lift up too far, you pull on your clit ring.
You stand there, feeling ever so helpless, but turned on as well; you know now what's going to happen. Your body is parallel with the ground, and your body is eve so exposed. Your mouth, pussy and ass are on show for all to see, and judging by the numbers, all the workers are expecting to have free use of you. It's no use complaining now you realise, the rings through your body have trapped you ever so effectively.
Ann leans down, so that her mouth is close to your ear. You hear her whisper to you, "Have you ever been a fuck puppet?" You shake your head, not understanding the question. You're imagining it's just her way of describing the gang bang that's going to follow, but she surprises you,
I stand in front of you, my fly's open, my cock just inches from your lips. You mouth opens, almost of it's on will, as you realise that you want to feel it's smooth length sliding past your moist lips, it's head buried deep in your mouth, my thick cum pumping into your accepting mouth.
However I just stand there, temptingly just out of reach. You find that the bindings have a little slack, and you can just reach the tip of it, if you lean forward, but the chain tugs insistently at your clit and nips.
Ann moves behind you, and you feel her hands tugging on your labial rings opening you up. The breeze is a shock on your wet slit, and you pussy is aching to be filled. You let out a low moan of pleasure as you feel two of her fingers slid effortlessly into you. She gently fingers you, sliding deeper into you, her other hand occasionally touching your taught clit. Your body is crying out now, you find that you need this so much.
Suddenly, you feel your pussy being stretched, being opened further, and you hang your head, trying to peer between your breasts. You can just make out her hand, and you see that she's brought all her fingers together. With a shock you realise that she's about to fist you!