Chapter 7

Caroline Ann Cunningham was bound on Mistress Felicia's torture table on her back. She had just been beaten severely. Slightly wall-eyed Caroline Ann was covered with welts.

"I have thought of something fun we can do," the dominatrix bitch said.

"What can we do, Mistress Felicia?" Caroline Ann said.

"We can play a piercing game!" the dominatrix bitch said.

"Ohhhhhhhh, that sounds mighty painful," Caroline Ann said.

"I am sure that it will be, dear," the dominatrix bitch said.

"What sort of piercing, Mistress Felicia?" Caroline Ann said.

"I think I am going to piece you in two places," the dominatrix bitch said.

"Where?" Caroline Ann Cunningham said, suppressing a stammer.

"I think I am going to pierce your clitoral foreskin and then your nipple," the dominatrix bitch said.

"Please do not do that to me," Caroline Ann Cunningham begged.

"No more of your fussing, now, dear," the dominatrix bitch said.

"What are you going to do after you pierce me?" Caroline Ann Cunningham asked.

"I am going to put pretty gold rings in your nipple and your clitoral foreskin, dear," the dominatrix bitch said.

"I see."

"And then I am going to do something SUPER-sadistic to you," the dominatrix bitch said.

Caroline Ann Cunningham wondered what could be more sadistic than piercing her nipple and her clitoral foreskin.

"What? What are you going to do?" Caroline Ann said.

Slightly wall-eyed Caroline Ann did not really want to know the answer-but some sort of morbid curiosity with the rituals of the administration of the torture forced her to ask the question.

"I am going to connect a chain from the ring in your nipple to the ring in your clitoral foreskin," the dominatrix bitch said.

"I see."

"But that is not all. I am going to make the chain just a little bit too short," the dominatrix bitch said. "How short?"

"Very short."

"How short?"

"Inquisitive, aren't we?"

"Yes."

"The chain, if you must know, is going to be so short that your nipple is going to be pulled far downward and your clitoral foreskin is going to be forced far upward. It is not going to be a pretty thing to see."

"Please, no."

"I'm afraid so."

Mistress Felicia used a sharp needle to pierce Caroline Ann Cunningham's clitoral foreskin. She pushed the needle right through the fleshy sheath that partially covered the pretty little girl's little man in the boat. Mistress Felicia did not stop pushing with the needle until the tip of the needle poked out the other side of the clitoral foreskin. Blood poured down into Caroline Ann Cunningham's cunt. Mistress Felicia worked the needle back and forth and inserted the ring. "NOOOOOOOO!"

Mistress Felicia then grabbed Caroline Ann Cunningham's left nipple with her left thumb and forefinger and pinched it. She made that nipple hard and erect. Mistress Felicia rammed the needle right through the nipple.

"NOOOOOOOO!"

Mistress Felicia released Caroline Ann Cunningham's bondage.

"I want you to sit on the floor with one leg raised in the air," the dominatrix bitch said.

"Okay."

Mistress Felicia attached the chain from Caroline Ann Cunningham's pierced nipple to her pierced pussy.

"OWWWWWWWW!"

Then, just to add the final touch, Mistress Felicia wrapped a piece of barbed-wire across Caroline Ann Cunningham's tits.

The same thing kept happening to Mistress Felicia over and over again, and it was starting to bug her. She would get a slave. Train him or her.

Abuse him or her and have the time of her life-and then get bored.

Mistress Felicia always had to move onto a new slave, and it was starting to drive Mistress Felicia crazy.

She wondered how long she could get away with it. Some part of Mistress Felicia remembered that there was a real world out there.