Road Trip Ch. 10

"Our pussies can wait," she said, "They have other things to do first."

Hank and I wanted to watch a few other people to see what else was happening. In particular, I wanted to watch Pam have her clit ringed. We wandered away towards an area where several men had gathered around a sex swing. I was not surprised to see that it was Pam on the swing, getting her fill of fucking before she was put out of action for a few weeks with her pierced clit. One man was just finishing with her, holding her stationary as he filled her sopping hole with his cum.

"Do you want to fill her too?" I asked Hank.

"Would you let me?" he asked, surprise on his face.

"Honey, when have I ever stopped you from fucking anyone?"

"Oh, Ok, yes, I will. I'm sure I'll still have some for you tonight."

He grinned at me and stepped up to Pam on the swing, who greeted him with kiss.

"Fill me up, darling. After tonight I'll have weeks of drought so I need as much as I can get."

Another guy showed Hank how to push the swing away and let Pam swing back towards his cock.

"The idea is that she has to clasp your cock and remain on it before she gets her fuck," he said, "Very difficult now she's as slippery as an eel."

Hank pushed her away and the first few times he missed with his cock. Once he'd got the knack of allowing her to slide onto him, she slipped off the first three times, then managed to hold on the fourth. Hank then held her hips and fucked into her hard. Pam's head was rolling from side to side as she was obviously pretty spaced out from all the sex she'd already had. After a few minutes she convulsed as she came on his cock. He held her tightly into his crotch until she'd finished, then continued to fuck her until he came a short time later, filling her cunt with his cum and causing her to have yet another orgasm on his cock. He withdrew, kissed her, wished her well for her piercing, and we went in search of other sights.

In another part of the dungeon there were two naked women on all fours crawling away from each other slowly. Several people were watching as they moved apart, each step stretching a rubber band that was attached as a loop between their legs to a leather waist belt. The two loops were fastened together with a small piece of string and a slave was in attendance to cut the string when directed. Obviously, the further apart they were when the string was cut the harder the rubber loop would rebound to strike their pussies. Scores were kept of who ordered the cut. I asked one of the watchers for the full story and it appeared that the two women had been wooing the same man and neither would allow the other to have him. So, they'd decided to settle it this way. The woman who reaches five first loses out, leaving the guy for the other woman. The score stood at one point each at present. I noticed that each of the women had two red stripes across her pussy, the result of being struck by their recoiling rubber band.

As I watched, they moved apart slowly, each one balancing pain against the pleasure they would receive from being united with the guy of their dreams.

"Why don't they just try polyamory?" I whispered to Hank as we watched the painfully slow crawl.

"Such is love," commented Hank, "It all comes back to this possessiveness thing we've discussed before."

"Cut!" called the woman on the left.

The slave used her scissors to cut the string loop and almost instantaneously both women screamed in agony as their rubber loops punished their pussies. The woman who had called the cut was rolling on the floor, the rubber having landed directly across her clit, which she was rubbing to try to ease the pain. After a few minutes, they seemed to recover and backed towards each other, the slave tying another string loop so the procedure could continue.

"What happens when they both reach four?" I asked the woman who had told me about the 'game'.

"It's all about strategy. Some play it so they take turns at the start, alternating the calls quickly so the pain is far less, then, once it is tied at four all, the only really painful one is the next one, neither willing to call it. I've seen it where it's been declared a dead heat when the string actually broke because nobody would call at four all."

We watched them crawl apart again, the woman on the right calling this time, making it three each. Again, they both rolled on the floor in agony, clutching their pussies. It seemed inevitable that they would continue to four all, but that didn't happen. As they crawled apart further for the next time, the woman on the left, who had taken the direct hit on her large, protruding clit, called cut when they were still quite close together. I wondered if she'd lost her nerve. The slave tied another loop and, with her opponent being on four, the woman on the right knew that all she had to do to win was to not call. She didn't. They crawled further and further apart, the rubbers stretching, storing the energy as they lengthened, ready to release it against tender flesh. Once it appeared that the rubbers were impossibly long, the woman on the right simply stopped crawling, waiting to see if the woman on the left would call. After another two small steps she did.

The rubbers rebounded with sickening thuds against the tender flesh, striking exposed perineum, labia and, for the woman on the right, her clit. They both rolled in agony, the woman on the right screaming as she desperately tried to massage away the pain in her tender clit. But she had won and the game was over. They eventually stood as the crowd dispersed and they hugged each other, the woman on the left congratulating the winner. Then the winner approached a guy who was standing off to one side; apparently he had been the object of both their desires. They hugged and he removed her belt, handing it to the slave as the fortunate couple walked away towards the divans, where they would undoubtedly consummate their now exclusive relationship.

"I'm glad I don't need to go through that pain for you, darling," I told Hank, "I'm quite happy for you to have two or even more women, so long as I can do the same with men."

He grinned at me. "Yes, a far more civilized relationship, I agree. Now I think over here they are doing some piercing. Let's have a look. I'd rather like you to have a clit hood ring, how about you?"

I'd never been into piercing, only having my ears pierced when I was a teen because it was what everyone else was doing. Since then, I felt no pressure to follow any trend. However, the thought of having an intimate piecing or two was becoming more attractive, so we joined a small group gathered at a respectable distance around the piercing area. An attractive woman was lying on a table, her legs wide apart, as the piercer was intent on piercing her labia, each side with five holes, judging by the blue marks he'd placed on the skin. He was inserting the needle for the fourth on one side. I watched as it pierced the outside of the lip, then traversed the thin flesh before tenting the inside. The piercer placed a hard rubber object against the place where the needle would emerge, then pressed and the needle was through the skin, sticking into the rubber. He then expertly installed the ring as he removed the needle. The woman lay still, the only sign of any reaction being her teeth gently biting her lower lip. Once the ring was closed, the piercer went on with the last ring on that side.

"Why would someone want all those rings in her labia?" I asked the woman alongside me.

"Marie and her partner are into orgasm denial," she replied, "So, if she has rings in her labia, once everything has healed, they have two options. Firstly, they can simply overlap the rings and place a locked shaft through them all, preventing access to her vagina, or they can remove the separate rings and fit new rings, each of which will have two lips on it, a left and a right, so the lips cannot be separated to allow entrance."

I grinned. "Oh, that could be fun."

"Yes, she already has a chastity belt which he often uses on her, and he has a chastity cock cage which she installs occasionally. She went away for several months last year and left him locked in chastity so these piercings are his punishment of her. They're certainly an interesting couple, made for each other with similar fetish tastes."

A short time later the piercing was completed and Marie lay there, feeling a throbbing in her pussy from the new holes. A guy, obviously her partner, came over and kissed her, then slid a rod down through the rings, aligning them as he went, then fitted a small padlock to the end of the rod and clicked it closed. They grinned at each other as he helped her up and they walked slowly away.

The next on the table was Pam, her pussy red and inflamed from being fucked by many guys many times. The piercer looked at her and smiled.

"Looks like you've had fun tonight," he commented.

"Absolutely, last time for a while, I'd say. Now, please pierce my clit."

"Well, it certainly looks ready to be pierced, standing up, all engorged and waiting for my needle. You do realize this will hurt like hell, don't you?"

"Yeah, I love pain. Bring it on."

He moved her clit hood from over her clit and I noticed she'd had it separated by a small operation so it was easier to have her hood and clit pierced separately. He then used a pair of forceps to lift her clit a little, elongating it to provide a larger area to pierce.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yes, do it," she hissed, already feeling the pain of the forceps clamping her tender organ.

He selected a sterile needle, held the forceps to steady the sensitive flesh, then pushed the needle through it with a continuous push. Pam's hands gripped the edges of the table in a death-like grip, her lower lip bleeding where she'd bitten it, but even so, as the needle pushed out through the skin, she emitted a shrill scream of agony. The piercer unclipped the forceps and let everything go, giving Pam time to recover. The needle glittered in the light, lying perfectly aligned across her body, a few drops of blood oozing out at each end of the hole. Gradually Pam recovered, her breathing becoming deeper and slower.

"Thank you," she said.

"That's the worst part. Now I just have to fit the ring."

He did that with minimal pain in a few minutes, wiping Pam's blood away, placing drops of antiseptic at entry and exit points. Pam wasn't new to piercings, but still the piercer made sure she knew how to look after it.

"It would be a good idea to refrain from forward entry sex for a while," he told her, "But other than that, it should heal just fine. Call me if you have a problem."

"Thank you, darling," she said, giving the piercer a sexy hug and kiss, then she stood up and carefully walked away.

"Any more for any more?" asked the piercer, looking at the group of watchers.

I had decided I really wanted a piercing or two, but where? Did I want nipples done, or clit hood, or labia, or clit even? Yes, I decided, all of the above, but which first.

"Honey, do you want any piercings?" I asked Hank.

"I really don't know. Some would be nice on you, but for me? If I did it would need to be somewhere that wouldn't stop me from servicing my clients; guess that goes for you too, darling."

"Yes, that would be the main consideration. So, it rules out pubes, I guess that leaves tits."

I took the bull by the horns and turned to the piercer.

"Can you please pierce my nipples?" I asked.

"Sure, lady, what's your name and what do you want?"

"I'm Celeste. I was thinking of maybe bars through my nipples, but first, if I have a baby, will I still be able to breastfeed?"

"Hi, Celeste, I'm Pierre. Yes, of course you can breastfeed, you'd just take out the bars during pregnancy, the holes would close up and you could breastfeed perfectly normally. May not even need to remove the bars, but best to. Then, when you're ready, you can have them repierced, if you wish."

"Thanks, Pierre, so yes please, a horizontal bar through each nipple will be wonderful, thanks."

He showed me a selection of bars in various sizes, styles and thicknesses.

"These are what you can use after they've healed. Start with a thin one and progress to thicker after you've finished having babies, is probably the best idea. Some women eventually fit quite large rings in the holes, look like toy car wheels without tires. But that takes time and you wouldn't do that if you wanted to breastfeed. But for you, I recommend that you use a plain ring in each to start with, trainer rings, then once they're healed fit the bars. That way they're easier to keep clean and sterile."

He offered me a pair of trainer rings, which seemed quite acceptable. "On the house for you tonight. Come back to me for your bars when you're ready."

It felt surreal sitting in the chair waiting for this man, who I'd only just met, to push a needle through my tits. I sought Hank and grinned at him; he grinned back. Then Pierre was ready and with little wasted time he marked entry and exit points on each nipple then took the needle and approached my left nipple.

"All good? You ready?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied nervously, already biting my lip at the expected pain.

The needle point touched my skin, the pressure increased, the pain was sharp and brief, causing me to tense, then the point was through the skin and inside my body. Wow, what a feeling. Then the pain started again as he pressed through my nipple and I saw the tenting of the skin under the exit mark. Another sharp pain and the needle was through. He quickly fitted the ring over the end of the needle and followed the needle with the ring as he pushed it right through. He closed the ring and my left nipple was ringed. I grinned down at it, then he pierced the right one, fitted the ring, and I was once again symmetrical. I grinned up at Hank.

"How do they look?"

"Wonderful. How do they feel?"

"A little tender. You won't be twisting them for a while."

"That's Ok, I can wait," he grinned back, imagining, no doubt, the fun he'll have with them in the future.

I thanked Pierre, gave him a kiss and hug, took his card then joined Hank and we wandered off to find something else to observe. We found a woman lying on a padded table, legs fastened vertically, wide apart, hands tied to the table above her head and several whips and canes in a rack beside her with a sign 'Please whip my pussy and tits and fuck my cunt'. We looked at her and saw that her pussy and tits were red from being beaten and cum was oozing from her wide-open entrance.

"Have you had enough or do you want more?" asked Hank.

"More, please. I've been very bad and need to be punished much more."

"What did you do to deserve this punishment?" I asked.

"I disobeyed my master and refused to pleasure one of his visitors. The visitor was an animal, well known for hurting and using women, but I still should have obeyed my master."

"Yes, that is worthy of punishment," replied Hank, picking up a light cane and a flogger. "Tits or pussy?" he asked me.

"Tits," I replied, thinking of my own new rings in my stinging nipples.

He handed me the light cane and I moved alongside the table while he positioned himself in line with her pussy. "We'll alternate, you first," he said.

"What about consent?" I asked.

"Are you willing for us to both cane and flog you alternately?" Hank asked.

"Yes. And I know the 'yellow' and 'red' and 'safeword' signals."

I aimed for her left tit, closest to me, and swung the cane, contacting her below the nipple. Immediately hank swung the flogger between her legs, striking her left inner thigh. It seemed he wanted to follow on rapidly after each previous stroke, so I swung again, above her nipple, then he struck the inner right thigh. We alternated for about ten minutes, losing count of the number of strokes. Part way through I changed sides and beat her right tit, while Hank alternated between inner thighs and pussy. I found that beating a woman's breasts was quite arousing and before long I felt my own juices running down my thighs. Hank was also now very aroused, his cock standing to attention as he beat the pussy he was soon to fuck.

Hank hung up his flogger and I changed from cane to multi-tailed whip, then as he inserted his cock into her wide-open slippery vagina, I continued to beat her tits with my whip. If this was supposed to be punishment, it was obviously very enjoyable. Within a few strokes she was cumming, moaning as she rolled her head from side to side. I made certain to apply some hard strokes to her breasts and belly as she came, and this seemed to have the effect of causing her orgasm to be more intense and prolonged. Eventually she stopped cumming and lay panting as we both also took a break, Hank still firmly implanted in her hole. After a short rest, he continued fucking her while I continued whipping her, until Hank came hard in her, filling her tunnel with cum, which oozed out alongside his cock. A few seconds later she came again.

Hank withdrew as she was cumming, I hung up the whip, and we watched as she finished her moaning orgasm and once more rested, awaiting her next punishers.

Dietrich and Margarite found us a few moments later.

"I like your new rings," said Margarite.

"Thank you," I replied, noticing that Dietrich was also taking interest in my new adornments.

"You two having fun?" asked Dietrich.

"Very much so," replied Hank, "A great evening."

"Do you want to have some fun?" Dietrich asked me.

I thought that as I was his guest, it would be impolite to refuse. "Sure, honey, what did you have in mind?"

Instead of telling me, he took my elbow and escorted me to the sex swing. He helped me into it and fastened my wrists and ankles.

"Feel comfortable?"

"Yes, all good thanks."

I took a mental note of my position, stretched in the swing, legs wide apart, pussy wide open, helpless, just waiting to be fucked by anyone, that anyone being Dietrich. He pushed me away and I swung back towards his hard cock. He missed. I swung away again, and this time his alignment was perfect, his cock entering me as I engulfed him completely. Then I felt myself swinging away from him and, as suddenly as I'd been filled, I was empty. He pushed me away again and once more plunged into me. I focused on squeezing my pussy as tightly as I could, but I was slippery inside and once more he slipped out. He moved forward a little, decreasing the backward force, then impaled me once more on the forward swing and I was able to hold on against the backward force.

He grinned, holding my hips as he began plunging in and out quickly, obviously wanting to release his pent-up sperm which had accumulated in this sexual environment. I was much the same, ready to cum quickly and easily. I was very pleased I'd chosen nipples instead of genitals for piercings as I felt my arousal peaking and then I gave a small shriek as I came hard on his cock. My clasping muscles must have stimulated his cock because he made two more strokes then held me tightly against him as his cum pulsed into my depths.

It was all over quickly and he released me, allowing me to swing backwards as he stepped away. Then to my initial horror he, Hank and Margarite simply stepped back without releasing me. Dietrich's place was taken by an older man who firstly asked for my consent to fuck me. I gave it without too much thought, my initial horror having suddenly turned to wanton sexuality; I wanted to be fucked, by everyone, twice at least.

Again, I slipped off this guy's cock several times before I finally held and he fucked me. He took longer to cum, bringing me to, and fucking me during, two orgasms before he finally spurted into me during my third orgasm. I lay there as he walked away, feeling satisfied but strangely not sated. I wanted more, harder, longer, thicker cocks, more cum, hotter cum; I realized that I was totally a cum slut. Maybe Margarite had been right to try to cure me, but I was enjoying being a cum slut; I neither wanted nor needed to be 'cured' of anything. During the next while I was fucked many times and came even more times. I completely lost count; it was a series of swinging, gripping, cumming, cumming, then being released, to allow the sequence to continue again and again. I'd become a convenient hole into which guys could deposit their sperm.