“Oh, please,” I begged, forgetting his stern warning, “please don’t do it to me. Please!”
“Young woman,” he admonished. “Be silent. Now open your mouth and hold quite still.”
My shoulders heaving with sobs, I had no choice but to do as he demanded. A second later the first of the piercings of my lower lip, at the centre, was made. I winced at the awful skewering sensation and the pain of the thick needle being forced through the tender flesh, but it was nowhere near as bad as the pain from my n*****s. In another couple of seconds the small diameter half-ring was forced through the resultant hole, then its mating, other half, was pressed against the embedded one. He used a ringing tool to join these, then withdrew for a moment. The small steel circlet pressed deeply into the flesh of my l
