| Erotic Pains by destiny Her legs were like lead weights below her. Her arms were restrained. A giggle escaped her lips. The room spun around her like a merry go round. Blinking slowly, she tried to focus. Beige walls, pastel watercolors, God awful gold mirror, creaky ceiling fan, and them. A hot kiss on her neck sent shivers down her spine. "You okay?" the deep voice asked. She nodded slowly letting the warmth from that kiss spread through her body. She figured the voice was familiar enough for her to be safe. Lance. Her Lance. He would take care of her. He knew she couldn't hold her liquor. He knew how uninhibited she became. Yes, he would surely care for her in this state. "Chris, you ready?" The face floated before her like a strobe light, slow motion and bright. Chris? What was he doing here. Chris smiled down at her, a large needle in his gloved hand. "Just take a deep breath," he instructed. Deep breath? Christ, what was going on? She tried to sit up, to get a better look, but Lance held her upper body down. Twisting her neck back she glanced up at him. He grinned down at her, his dark eyes narrowed with excitement. "Lance?" she muttered, her tongue cottony in her mouth. "What's going on?" "Shh, baby," he cooed, nipping at her earlobe. His voice was thick and reeked of pot. "Chris knows what he's doing." His large hand slid beneath her shirt and rubbed over her breast gently. A stifled moan fell from her lips. Lance would watch over her. He knew just how to make her happy. From a distance she heard voices. Lance kissed her eyelids closed. "Fuck, Chris. That needle is huge. Isn't it gonna hurt her?" Justin's voice serenaded her and the concerned tone he took wouldn't register. "That's why Lance got her drunk. Duh!" "She really wants this?" Justin asked, moving closer to watch. Lance nodded. "That's what she said." She pried her eyes open, wondering what all the fuss was. Lance was still there, still smiling at her, and Justin was there, a slightly worried look marring his gentle features. "Justin?" she garbled. "What are you doing here?" Justin's eyes grew wide and he looked at Lance. "You sure she knows what's going on?" Chris pushed him aside with a frown. "Get out if you're gonna cause trouble. She said she wants it pierced, so scat." Lance nodded as Chris spread her legs wider. "Justin, hold her thighs so she doesn't accidentally move. I don't wanna scar her." "No way. No. I'm not doing it." His blue eyes flashed sympathy as he stared down at Lance's girlfriend. "She's too fucked up. I can't." "You're such a pussy," Lance spat, dropping his upper body over hers and grasping her thighs. "You're not going to pass out or anything are you?" Justin's stomach rolled, but he shook his head anyway, covering his eyes with spread fingers. "I'm fine," he answered. Chris sighed. "Okay, here we go. Got her?" Lance bit his lower lip and nodded. Chris rubbed the sensitive nub until it perked up. He grasped the needle in one hand and the piercing tongs in the other. "Justin, get over here and hand me the fucking ring when I tell you." Justin dropped his hands and stood next to Chris. He looked away, feeling queasy already. She felt a warm touch and assumed it was Lance. Letting out a soft moan, she reached for his zipper, tugging it down a bit. "Woah," he giggled, peering down. That was him, her Lance, the deep voice that soothed her. The pain ripped into her suddenly, jolting her upward. A scream caught in her throat as Lance pressed down against her. Justin flinched as the needle slid into the tender skin and he managed to drop the piercing ring to the carpet as her scream filled his mind. "Dammit, J. Find it." Chris held the needle in place, pressing his elbow to her thigh to help Lance keep her still. Justin fell to his knees scanning the low pile carpet for the tiny silver ring. "I can't find it," he cried, cringing when she let out another yell. "God, just stop." He stood up quickly. "She's in too much pain. Just get it out of her." Lance squinted at the floor. "I see it. It's over there, near your foot." Chris looked down. "Justin, there. Get it." He picked it up. "Now rinse it with alcohol, and fucking hurry." Justin dumped the cool liquid over the jewelry and handed it to Chris with shaking hands. She squirmed relentlessly under Lance, trying to comprehend what was happening. "Shh, baby, it's okay," he told her and she stopped as a new sensation overcame her. "Are you done?" he asked Chris, trying to take a peek. Chris stood back and studied his work. "Yup. It's in. Lemme put some antibiotic on her then she should just lay down without anything on to let it air out." Lance nodded, climbing off her. He stroked her face gently. "You're done. All done." He kissed her lips softly. "You okay?" She nodded, rolling her head to the side. "It hurts." Justin grimaced from his position near Chris. "This is fucked up," he said, running his fingers through his hair. "I mean really fucked up." He turned on his heels and stormed out. Chris applied the cool gel to her and peeled his gloves off. "Finito. Wanna look?" Lance peered over hesitantly. When she said she wanted it pierced, he laughed. When she told him again, and again, and again, he enlisted Chris' help. Now it was done, and the result was quite erotic. "Wow," he whistled, helping her up. "Wanna see?" She ran her fingers through her hair feeling sweaty and sick. The pain had grown worse and she wobbled in Lance's arms. Chris held a mirror between her legs and she narrowed her eyes to see. "Oh my fucking God!" she cried with tears in her eyes. "What did you do?" Chris looked at Lance. Lance looked at Chris. They both looked at her. "You said you wanted your clit pierced so we did it." She stumbled from the table, dropping to the floor. "I said that?" she screamed, crawling toward the bed. Lance''s mouth dropped open and sobriety caught up with him in a hurry. "Fuck," he muttered, dashing over to her. "You said you wanted it done. You told me a hundred times you wanted it done." He felt like crying with her. He'd fucking scarred her. It could be taken out, but God only knew what would happen then. Chris trembled with anger, grabbing a fistful of Lance's shirt. "You stupid fuck. You said it was okay." "She said she wanted it!" Lance cried, pulling away. He was shaking and watched as his girlfriend climbed onto the bed, pulling her knees to her chest. "What did I do?" He sat next to her, rubbing her back. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She looked up at him, her face tear stained and eyes red. "I was drunk. I say things when I'm drunk. I do things when I'm drunk. You know that." She paused as all the color drained from her face. "I'm gonna be sick." She leaned over the bed and expelled the alcohol along with her dinner. "It hurts," she said again, weeping into the pillow. "Should we take it out?" Chris asked through gritted teeth. Lance leaned down. "Want it out?" "Hell no," she whimpered. "I went through this much pain already. I may as well have something to show for it." Chris shrugged and stormed out of the room, slamming the door in a fit of anger. Lance curled up next to her, rocking her gently. "I'm so sorry," he said over and over. "It's sexy though." "Well, since you think it's sexy I guess that's all that matters huh?" she said sarcastically. Rolling over to face him, she frowned. "What can I do baby? How can I make it up to you?" He felt the sting of tears as he looked at her. "Get your dick pierced," she stated simply, her eyes meeting his in a challenge. "You're not serious," he gasped, leaning back a bit. "You cannot be serious. I can't do that." "Then we're through." She struggled to get up. Lance pushed her back down. "No, you're not leaving me. I love you, dammit." She sniffled loudly. "Penis. Pierced. Or I'm gone." ******************************************************************************************************************* Chris knelt over Lance with wide eyes. "You sure man? It's gonna hurt." Lance closed his eyes tightly. "I'm sure. Just hurry up. And don't scar me or anything." She gripped his hand and watched as Chris inserted the needle. Lance's painful whimper was music to her ears. |