Strippers and Prostitutes Ch. 15

Tiffany thanked Fleur and Sam and went back to her table thoughtfully.

"Wow," she said to the others, "I never realized how easy it would be to get into big trouble. However, if the maximum number of strokes is limited to 200, I guess I could take that, but I'll just have to hope I only need a lot less."

"Yeah, that was pretty enlightening," said Samantha. "Anyone coming to explore?"

They all decided it was time to visit the stalls so once more they walked arm in arm into the hall where they were set up.

"What do you want?" Desiree asked Samantha.

"I want a nice nipple ring in each nipple and I've thought of having my clit hood and labia pierced but need to talk to someone about that."

"I've thought of a bar through my clit shaft but have been advised not to get it because it hurts like hell and takes ages to heal. I want to have a talk about it to a piercer. Otherwise I want nipples, hood and lips done," said Tiffany.

"Yeah, same here," agreed Sherilynn. "How about the guys?"

None of the guys had thought about it, liking the idea of piercings in women but not for them. However, they agreed to keep open minds until they'd seen some samples.

Today they only looked, watching some piercing and seeing the final results. It seemed to be a lot cleaner and less painful than they'd imagined.

"This morning when we looked at those fish hooks, we were joking about them being used on us, but having seen these piercings I'd rather like to at least try a fish hook through a nipple," commented Tiffany.

"You really seem to be set on hurting yourself," commented Sherilynn. "Ok, let's take pain slut Tiffany downstairs for some fish hooking, shall we?"

Everyone agreed, leaving Tiffany a little apprehensive as they once more walked into the Dungeon. To them all it seemed that the more time they spent there the less fearsome it became. Perhaps there was a little pain slut in everyone. Jeff was on duty there as they walked in.

Good afternoon," he greeted them, "How can I help you this afternoon?"

Tiffany explained why they were there and how her bluff had been called and was there any way she could try the fish hook through her nipple without having to feel the pain?

Jeff laughed. "So you want something painful and pain-free at the same time? Sorry, no can do. However, I can certainly help to lessen the pain with some topical anaesthetic if you like. You'll still feel pain but not as much."

Tiffany was hesitant, but the others were quite persuasive, telling her that she always liked trying new things and applying other pressure so they could vicariously experience at least the look of a nipple pierced with a fish hook.

"Ok," said Tiffany at last, "Let's do it. Please do the first one, Jeff, then I'll let you know if I want the second. Ok?"

Jeff agreed. "Do you want some anaesthetic?"

The rest of the group made Tiffany's decision for her. "No, we'd really like to see it in cold blood, so to speak," Samantha summed up.

Tiffany reluctantly accepted this group decision and Jeff asked if she wanted to be tied up or not.

"No, I think I can bear this without restraints," said Tiffany optimistically.

"Great, so just lean back in this sloping cushioned support," instructed Jeff, leading Tiffany to a half-tube padded with plastic covered foam.

Tiffany leant against it and Jeff tilted it backwards so Tiffany was lying at about a 45 degree angle, apparently quite comfortably.

Tiffany's story:

As I lay in the support my mind was racing; how had I let myself be talked into this? Would it hurt? Of course it would. What on earth was I thinking allowing my body to be tortured like this? Then Jeff was there with a small tray containing two barb-less fish hooks, that looked very sharp, and a few other things.

"Now, just relax. Do you want the hooks through vertically or horizontally?" he asked.

I hadn't thought of the mechanics of it so said horizontally from the outside without giving it much thought.

"And how far back do you want them? They could go through just the nipple or I could push them through a bit meatier part of your breast, say back to the edge of the aureole."

Again I was at a loss. The nipple only sounded like it would be less painful but then the nipples were the most sensitive, so maybe not.

"You decide," I told him.

"Ok, so you're ready now? I'll do the left breast first, Ok?"

"Ok," I heard myself agree.

He wiped some antiseptic on my left breast then dipped a hook in antiseptic, before using his gloved hand to hold my breast while he pushed the point of the hook against the outside, about half way between the nipple and edge of the aureole. I felt him press the point hard into my skin and felt a distinct jolt followed by intense pain as the point penetrated. He kept pressing the hook, feeding the curved steel into my poor sensitive breast. I was so fascinated by watching it disappear into me that I forgot to scream as the pain continued. Slowly he changed the angle of penetration so that the point began to tent the skin on the inside of my nipple upwards from within and then he placed an antiseptic pad over a wooden block over the tented area and pushed the point through, removing the block once the tip of the hook had pierced the skin. As I saw the point moving out as he pushed the hook through me I let out my pent up scream.

Jeff moved the hook around so that it sat easily against my breast then stood back and observed his handiwork.

"How's that?" he asked.

"Feels fine now," I replied, and it did. It was only when it was moving that it hurt.

"Are you ready for the other one?"

"Yes please," I replied, not quite knowing why I said this.

The second one was a mirror image of the first and once again I watched fascinated as the sharp hook pierced my sensitive flesh, even managing to suppress the scream at the end. Once it was complete and positioned to his satisfaction, Jeff stood the support up and I stepped away from it. I was surprised that there was very little blood and virtually no pain unless I jiggled my breasts, which I did briefly only. He led me to a mirror and I looked at me with a fishhook through each breast. Wow! I was taken aback by how sexy I looked and how brave I felt. The others all congratulated me on being brave enough to have this done.

"Thank you, Jeff, that looks awesome," I said, then without really thinking carefully I asked, "Where else could you pierce and with what?"

"People pierce their bodies just about anywhere. Popular sexy piercings are clit hood, labia, sometimes even clit shaft but I wouldn't do that here, lots around breasts, oh, almost anywhere."

"Ok, I may come back later or tomorrow."

"Right, now how long do you want to have these hooks in you?"

I hadn't given that any thought at all.

"What's involved in removing them? Can I simply pull them back out again?"

"Yes, but they will bleed a little and will be painful, especially when you move them."

"Ok, I'll see how it goes, is that Ok?"

"Sure thing. Do you other women want anything pierced?" Jeff asked them.

Samantha, Desiree and Sherilynn looked at each other and had a quick discussion in whispers, then Samantha told Jeff that yes, please, they'd each like a memento of their visit. Jeff suggested they visit the piercer upstairs, unless they wanted fish hooks which he didn't have. Samantha wanted a small ring in each nipple, Sherilynn wanted a bar through each nipple and Desiree, after some persuasion from all four guys, agreed to have her clit hood pierced and a small ring put through it.

"That's great," said Jeff, "Steve the piercer upstairs is set up to do all those. Tiffany, if you want he can remove the hooks and replace them with rings as well if you like."

They all thanked Jeff and were about to go upstairs when Jeff called after them, "Remember guys can be pierced also."

They stopped in their tracks, and then continued upstairs, discussing this new option and pointing out that what's good for women is also good for men. However, after discussion with Steve, they decided to return tomorrow afternoon so they could more painlessly enjoy each other in bed on Saturday night. Shortly afterwards Tiffany carefully removed the hooks from her breasts, applying some antiseptic cream to the tiny pinprick holes that remained on her skin.

At dinner that evening they again met Fleur and Sam and discussed tomorrow's activities and in particular the slightly different unders and overs game that used cards instead if dice, had a proportional scoring system that took into account the probability of each bet and also had an unlimited number of chips. So while Tiffany had talked of accruing 350 chips earlier with Sam and Fleur, in this game it was entirely possible. Sam had a statistics background and explained how it worked.

"A pack of cards is used with the ace being low. The pack is shuffled and placed face down and the top card is turned over. Each player starts with 20 chips and you can bet as many as you like either on unders or overs just like the other game, but this time you're betting that the next card to be turned over is either over or under the exposed card. If the next card to be turned over is, say, an under, then if you've bet unders your chips go into the pool and you've lost them, which is the aim of the game. If you've bet over then you have chips added to your chips. And here is the cunning part. Let's say a seven is turned up. The chances for the next card being under or over is the same so each incorrect bet receives the same number of chips as they bet. So if you bet the maximum of 100 chips, you would then receive another 100 chips. This happens if the turned over card is a 6, 7, or8. If, however, say a 9 is face up, the chances for an over are only 4, a ten, jack, queen or king, while the chances for an under are eight. Therefore those who bet an under receive twice the number of chips as they bet. Similarly if a 10 is face up, there are three chances of an over and nine chances of an under, so anyone who bet unders receives three times as many chips as they bet. Of course, the chance of the next card being under is also three times greater than being over. If a jack is face up, the pay-out for unders is five times the bet because there are only two possibilities for an over but ten for an under, and for a queen, with only one possibility for an over, there are eleven possibilities for an under so all those betting unders gain eleven times as many chips as they bet if the next card is a king. The same applies in reverse for the low end, of course. So if there's a queen showing and you decide the next card is most likely to be an under, as it is, and bet, say, 10 chips on unders, if it is a king you receive an additional 220 chips, that's an additional 220 strokes of the cane if you don't get rid of them, but that would not be done as the maximum number of strokes is set at 200, which is plenty high enough. So you can see how it is possible to accumulate very high scores which, of course, can be very painful."

Sam's audience had listened with rapt attention and it was only when he'd finished that they noticed that they were all really aroused.

"Thanks for the advice," said Tiffany, "Definitely worth remembering. Tell me, what are you and Fleur doing tonight?"

"We participated in last night's show at a fairly physical level so we have tonight off," said Fleur. "Did you have something in mind?"

Tiffany looked at the others, then back at Sam and Fleur. "We've been sleeping in the same big bedroom and having lots of fun together, so I was wondering if you'd like to join us tonight? I haven't discussed this with the others but I'm sure they'd welcome you both."

Everyone was nodding their heads at the thought of some additional company in bed, especially people as resourceful as Sam and Fleur.

"Well, thank you. We didn't have anything planned tonight and that would be just great. As you probably know we're in an interesting relationship because we're brother and sister so often find other partners, but we also fuck each other probably more than we fuck others. So maybe tonight will serve to even up the balance a bit."

They sat chatting for a while about 'Dana's', the weekend so far, sexy games, until a young couple came over to the table and greeted Sam and Fleur.

"Hi Jeremy and Melanie," replied Fleur, "What've you two been up to this weekend?"

"We've been on duty today but have the evening free because we worked late last night. Don't intend going to the show; it's booked out anyway, so we haven't decided what to do yet."

"Well, pull up a couple of chairs and I'll introduce you to a few friends we've been chatting with. These guys are visitors but are a very interesting group and quite open to new experiences."

Jeremy pulled over two chairs and he and Melanie sat while Fleur introduced everyone to everyone. Once they were all comfortable again the conversation resumed. Jeremy was keen to know what the group had been doing and they told him in some detail, then Samantha asked him where he and Melanie fitted in. Jeremy told them about the slave training program and their current internship, which was about to end. He also mentioned that they were lovers and had special dispensation from Dana herself to sleep together. Tiffany was amazed that people actually trained as slaves and was fascinated by some of the stories he and Melanie told of their training and intern experiences. After a while Fleur suggested that Melanie might like to tell them about the brutal treatment that Ivan had given her. There was a reason for this besides curiosity; Fleur knew that the more frequently Melanie told her story the more she would come to accept it herself as being part of her life and therefore the effects of the traumatic treatment that she had suffered and was still suffering to some extent, would be diminished.

The visitors were utterly amazed that someone could do such a thing to a person who had placed herself in his care to be trained. Melanie told them of the surgery which she had to improve the appearance of her pussy and also of the voluntary surgery she had then and later.

"My labia were badly damaged so these were removed by surgery and evened up. I also decided to have my clit hood removed. Bad decision. My clit had always been large and very sensitive and removing the hood simply made it even more so. Whenever I wore anything it would rub. At first being constantly aroused was a novelty but after even a few days it became quite annoying. So I got permission to remain naked, but even that didn't help much. So eventually I requested further surgery to remove the exposed portion of my clit. Permission was given and the op was done here very quickly and easily. I requested no anaesthetic, just to feel what it was like to lose my womanhood, so to speak, and it was all over in a few seconds. A simple tie around the base of my clit, easy as the hood had been removed, then a snip and it was gone. It took about two weeks to heal and now I don't even miss it."

The four visiting women were stunned; the four male visitors were obviously eager to see the result and test the result to see if they could make Melanie cum during normal sex. However, the males were too polite to ask outright, while Desiree did ask the question that was on all their lips.

"Are you willing to show us the result please?" she asked.

"Of course," replied Melanie, hoisting herself onto the edge of the table and pulling aside the lacy very short skirt which was her only garment. "Have a look. You can touch if you wish too."

The women all crowded round to examine her sweet shaved pussy, noting the very abbreviated labia, the absence of a clit hood and the tiny recent scar where her clit should have been. Tiffany ran her fingers over Melanie's pussy area, noting that Melanie responded as any normal young woman would, closing her eyes and moving her hips in a sexy manner.

"So if I do this does it feel sexy?" she asked stroking between Melanie's legs.

"Oh, yes. Have a look and you'll probably see my juices appearing. They run quite quickly as they have nothing to hold them in now."

Samantha pressed her finger into Melanie's wet entrance, moving it around slightly and noting that Melanie appeared to be enjoying this.

"So if I kept this up, would you cum after a while?" asked Samantha.

"Probably not just from that," replied Melanie, "It would take more friction and stimulation, maybe of my nipples or G spot, before I came manually. However, with a stimulator I cum really quickly just like always."

Once the women had completed their inspection the visiting males had their turn to inspect and feel. Judging by their rampant cocks, they all would have liked to have a try at making Melanie cum by normal fucking.

"When you make love to Melanie, can you make her cum?" asked Al of Jeremy.

"Yes, usually, so long as I play with her nipples and fuck her for a long time. It's really great now; she used to cum after only a few thrusts, then a few more times before I got there but now she wants me to continue for far longer than before. And if I don't make her cum she simply turns on her stimulator and has as many orgasms as she wants."

"What are you two doing this evening and tonight?" asked Mike. "If you've nowhere to be, we'd love to have you join us. Sam and Fleur have agreed so it sounds like we're in for an orgy. Care to come along too, pun intended?"

Melanie and Jeremy looked at each other with broad grins and then Melanie agreed that they would love to join in an orgy. They were all just standing up to leave when Scarlett walked in followed by Bill and Rory.

"Hi all," she greeted them, "How's everything going?"

"Yeah, it's been a great day so all good. How about you?" asked Sam.

"Yeah, had fun today. Just off to wear these two studs out."

"Well, it looks like we're off to an orgy for the night. Like to join us?"

"Never been one to turn an orgy down yet," replied Scarlett. "Where were you heading?"

"These eight visitors have a large room booked for the weekend, but it probably wouldn't cope with us all. Can we use the staff rec room do you think?"

"I'm sure we could and I don't think it's booked for tonight. I'll check."

Scarlett headed off while Fleur introduced the newcomers to the group, explaining who everyone was. Scarlett returned after a few moments.

"All good. I've booked it in my name so we've got it till about 10am tomorrow. The advantage of that room is that it has lots of toys as well as lots of space. Let's go, shall we?"

Before they went Fleur introduced Scarlett to the visitors, then they headed upstairs to the staff rec room, which the visitors saw on entering was a large room with some items of BDSM equipment and cabinets with drawers, presumably full of interesting toys for their use. One end of the room was covered in large thick mattresses, very suitable for a large group such as this to have a wonderful sexy orgy. Scarlett dimmed the lights to remove the glare and then took the group around to see what toys were available.

"I notice that you're all in minimal clothing at present," said Scarlett, "If you like you can all dress in something sexy to begin with. Sometimes sexy clothing is far more erotic than bare skin."

Everyone took Scarlett's suggestion to heart and began rummaging through drawers full of all sorts of sexy clothing, finding what fitted and making up theme uniforms where possible. After fifteen minutes of fun they were all wearing clothing which emphasized their sexual attributes, the women even finding time to quickly make up their faces and other parts of their anatomy. They reassembled and looked one another over carefully.

"Some of you look good enough to eat," said Scarlett. "I'm going to start the ball rolling. You can all watch or follow or make your own fun or whatever. Just remember that yellow means stop and find out what the problem is, red means stop right now."