Again she heats up the needle. Ignoring my sobbing terror, she pierces through my left n****e again, at right angles to the first hole. This time the pain is greater still, owing to the damage already inflicted. But somehow I survive it. And after Goddess threads a matching steel pin through me – crossing the other and locking that ring even tighter against my just-blooming breast – she’s finally finished with that first tit.
The entire procedure is repeated with my right n****e until I have matching diamond rings secured to each breast with crossed steel pins piercing me. By the time this is finished, I’m exhausted by agony. And still we’re only half done.
Goddess reaches into her jewelry box and withdraws two bigger, thicker rings, these of unadorned silver. Each is perhaps a centimete
