The Slave (56 page)

They disentangled themselves, and let Judy
slip to the floor. Khim pointed, and Robin collapsed behind Judy
and untied her wrists.

“
Oh―oh that was hot,” Judy sighed, with a
short giggle following. “Let’s keep her.” She wiggled her fingers
and swept her blindfold off.

Robin blushed in pleasure and pride. “Thank
you, ma’am,” she whispered.

“
I have a better idea,” Khim said,
stretching out. “Let’s show her a good time now. How about we test
the sling?”

Robin’s blush deepened, and then the hot
stabbing of the pain between her legs made her drop her eyes. Yes,
absolutely, she wanted to get fucked herself, until she, too, was
sitting stupidly on the floor with a happy smile on her face.
But―there was no way she was going to be able to relax enough to
take a hand with this steady pain!

“
What’s the matter?” Khim asked, as
she stripped the condom off her cock. “Is it the ring?”

Robin nodded helplessly. “Yes, ma’am. I am
so sorry.”

“
You know―I think it’s time we took a look
at this up close,” Khim said. “Up on the table and let’s have that
harness off.”

* * * *

“
Well... it isn’t infected,” Khim
said.

Robin sighed. Once again on her back with
her knees up, but at least there wasn’t a kitchen light fixture in
her eyes. In fact, the gooseneck lamp had been turned onto her
crotch, a little embarrassing, but sort of interesting in a kinky
way. She just wished it was for some weird interrogation scene
rather than yet another examination of her stupid body
modification.

“
But look,” Khim said, and Robin could
feel her finger gently touching one side of the area under her
clit. “Isn’t that awfully close to the skin here? Robin, I’m going
to touch it a little. Call out if it’s too much.”

A very gentle, slow touch, and Robin
winced. “It―that hurts,” she said between her teeth. “It really
hurts.”

The top of your clit looks sore,” Khim
noted. “In fact, there’s almost a callus here! My God, how have you
lived with that?”

“
It’s―not that bad,” Robin said weakly.
“Sometimes, it’s kind of good...”

“
You know, there’s a difference
between suffering in silence for the erotic amusement of mistress
and becoming a martyr,” Judy noted with a sigh. “I wish I could
tell you where the line was. I think we should call Nicky. This one
is out of my league. Why on earth they want to pierce so close to
the clit, I don’t know. But I don’t think it should be this tender
for so long, and I don’t like the way it looks like there’s a scar
at the piercing site.”

“
I think you’re right,” Khim said.
“Don’t worry, Robin, we’ll get this sorted out.”

* * * *

They took her to a professional piercing
place called The Lance, which had a charming purple sign hanging
over the door. It was decorated in pseudo-medieval style, but had
gleaming cabinets full of beautiful jewelry and giant posters of
different types of piercings adorning the walls. Nicky turned out
to be a woman perhaps only a few years older than Arcadia. In one
of the three private rooms at the piercing parlor, she had Robin
sit on a sparkling gynecologist’s table and gently prodded the area
around her piercing.

“
Well,” she said, after her
examination, as she pulled her gloves off, “you are definitely
borderline for a triangle piercing. In fact, I wouldn’t have done
this one myself. That ring is right up alongside your clitoral
bundle, and it’s a little crooked, too, higher on one side than the
other. If you are really experiencing this level of discomfort, I’d
suggest taking it out. You can keep it in for another two weeks,
maybe a month, and see if it gets any better. Sometimes it will.
Not everyone heals within the standard range, you know? But it
shouldn’t be getting in the way of your sex life. I think these
things should help you get it on, not get in the way.” She laughed,
and flashed her tongue stud.

Robin struggled to keep panic back. She
couldn’t ask to have it taken out without Monica there! She bit her
lower lip, agonized, and Nicky patted her on the arm. “I’m going to
go outside for a smoke. Why don’t you talk to Khim and Judy for a
few minutes. Take your time. It’s not going anywhere.”

Khim didn’t hesitate for one moment. “Well,
let’s take it out!” she said.

“
Oh, come on, we can’t,” Judy argued.
“You know that!”

“
The hell we can’t,” Khim insisted.
“If she had a cold, we could give her medicine. If she broke her
toe, we could take her to the hospital. Her owner gave her to us,
made her our responsibility. We are obliged to take care of
her.”

“
But―forgive me, Khim―those are
Marketplace rules,” Robin said gently. She could barely hide the
disappointment in her voice―she was so close to getting rid of the
damned thing! “And if you don’t want Monica to know that you
were―you know...”

Khim pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Well―I
don’t know. Maybe that’s just a logical thing to assume for any
grown-up, don’t you think? I mean, the SM thing is still there, she
did loan you to us as a slave. I think it’s reasonable for us to
assume that if you needed a medical thing taken care of, that we
should just... do it.”

“
But it’s not an emergency,” Judy
said. “I’m sorry, Robin, I know it would be better out―but you can
last another week with it. And the decision isn’t ours to make.
It’s Monica’s.”

Robin nodded, accepting it, and then Khim
shook her head. “No. Let’s ask Nicky if anything can be done to
lessen the pain. If not, I think we should take it out.”

Nicky was consulted again, and she
obligingly took another look. “Well, the problem,” she said, with
Khim and Judy peering over her shoulder, “is that there’s nowhere
else for the ring to go. First of all, this is as slender a ring as
I’d put here. In fact, I don’t like to use 14 gauge for these
piercings, much less a 7/16. But even changing the size will do
nothing for the fact that the bottom passes right up against her
clit. Clit gets swollen―presses on the ring. Get hot―get hurt. Your
body has already tried to adjust already―I can see where the ring
has been migrating a little, that’s the scarring you mentioned,
Judy. Who did this, anyway?”

She didn’t recognize Arcadia’s name, and
when Robin forced herself to remember the name of the shop that
Monica had mentioned, the three women gazing at her pubis turned to
stare at her face in shock.

“
That’s not a piercing place,” Khim said.
“That’s one of those new age bell-book-and-candle shops. You know,
dream catcher in the window, Tarot cards? Since when did they start
piercing?”

“
Since never,” said Nicky. “Looks like
someone worked a scam on you, Robin, I’m so sorry. But if they said
that was where they got their training―I don’t know. That’s a
pretty shitty thing to do.”

Robin closed her mouth, and thought back.
Had Arcadia ever mentioned that she pierced at this place of
business? Well―no, not specifically.

“
That settles it,” Khim said. “Some chick
we don’t know puts a ring in your pussy on the kitchen table and
the piercer we know says it probably shouldn’t have been done?
Forget about it. Take it out.”

“
But―” Robin started to object and then
shut her mouth again, not wanting to discuss ownership issues in
front of Nicky. She looked at Judy, who met her eyes and smiled,
just a little.

“
It’ll be OK,” Judy said firmly.
“Trust us on this.”

And it was out in two seconds and put in a
little plastic bag for her to take home. The pressure was gone,
although the feeling of soreness didn’t fade right away. When Khim
stepped out to talk to Nicky, Robin turned to Judy and sighed.

“
Oh I wish it didn’t happen like
this!” she said mournfully. “I wanted to get rid of it, but not
like this!”

“
I know,” Judy said sympathetically. “But
Khim and I will smooth it over with Monica, you’ll see. It was just
getting in the way. She’ll understand.”

“
Do you think so?’ Robin asked. “She
wanted it so much!”

“
Look―if it was infected, you wouldn’t
think twice, right?”

Robin nodded.

“
Well, this was disturbing your
ability to serve properly. We wanted to fuck you―the ring was in
the way.” She took Robin’s hand and squeezed it. “It’ll heal up
fast, and Monica will love to have you back, ready for
action.”

“
I feel so weird about it, though,” Robin
said. She sighed and let her head fall back. “It was only one more
week. Maybe I should have kept it.”

“
Don’t start with maybes,” Judy
insisted. “A slave can’t live on ‘maybe,’ a slave has to live in
the now, and in the immediate future. Look, if we have to, we’ll
tell Monica why we felt we had the authority to do this. It won’t
kill us.”

“
Judy?” Robin said hesitantly. “May I ask a
question?” When Judy nodded, Robin asked, “Why don’t you want to
tell Monica that you were slaves? Why is it different to tell her
than it is to tell me? She won’t treat you any
different!”

Judy looked a little uncomfortable, and then
took a breath, thinking. “It’s not that simple,” she said
carefully. “We can come out to you because you’re a slave, you’re
one of us. But owners―they are different. And it’s not the
dominant/submissive thing, either, or dom-sub, whatever.” She
giggled, and then turned serious again. “It’s that―well―in our
experience, owners just do behave differently when they know you
were a slave. Even if you were one years ago, way before they ever
met you. I like Monica! And it’s clear she really adores you and is
good to you. But if she knew we were former slaves―well―I just
think she’d see us differently, and I wouldn’t like to be
uncomfortable around her.”

Robin nodded and was about to promise that
she would do her best not to betray their identity when the door
opened again, and Khim came back in. She looked at Robin, still
nude from the waist down, and grinned.

“
I think it looks better already,” she
said. “So, get up, get dressed, and let’s go home.”

Judy already had Robin’s panties in one
hand, and she passed them over. Robin decided that this time, she
would say nothing, just play the cards she had been dealt. But, as
she slipped back into her skirt, she did promise herself that
nothing short of a direct question would get the history of her
temporary tops out of her. Even if she felt that Judy’s opinion of
Monica in particular was wrong.

* * * *

Nicky sent them home with a pre-printed
sheet on piercings and how to take care of them, and the very next
morning, Robin woke up feeling a bit odd. It took her a few minutes
to realize that the constant sensation of sharp pressure was gone,
and the relief from that little fact almost made her cry. The area
was still tender and sore, but there were no jarring moments of
biting pain when she moved, none of the lightning fast twinges that
struck her when the old ring had twisted or moved the wrong way.
Surely, she thought, as she made omelets for brunch, Monica would
forgive this action.

That afternoon and evening, she did indeed
get her turn bottoming in the little basement playroom, a
delightfully heavy flogging followed by a rather rough―and
completely satisfying―anal sex romp. Khim’s cock felt as wonderful
in her ass as she suspected it might, and on her back in the sling,
with no pressure on her clit at all, she screamed out in laughter
and pleasure.

Two days after that, as she washed the
area around her clit, she could still feel tenderness around the
holes, and that tiny hard lump was still there, but everything
seemed to be healing just fine. She ground up an aspirin tablet and
mashed it with water and spread the paste over the little lump,
another suggestion from Nicky. She wondered if they had gone to
Nicky first, would the piercing have been better? But the pleasure
in having it out was astonishing. How had she lived with that
constant irritation every day?

She was given permission to have an
orgasm―or as many as she wished―the night before they returned her
to Monica’s house. (She would be getting there a day before her
owner, to get things ready.) When they asked her what might
facilitate her pleasure, she struggled with an automatic “whatever
would please you” response and instead, glanced back at the sling
and then at Judy’s exquisitely small hands. Khim grinned in
appreciation and got the lubricant and gloves.

They bound her, her legs spread
wide apart, her ankles held high in leather loops. Once again, a
spotlight centered on her crotch, and this time, she allowed
herself the full pleasure of imagining a very kinky sort of medical
examination. At first, she tensed, waiting for the feeling of the
narrow little ring pressing agains
t her clit―but instead, she felt the full
range of arousal once more, with no tiny stabs of distracting pain,
and she came even before Judy worked into her past the
thumb.

Judy’s hand was small and narrow, but her
fingers were elegantly knobby, like a piano player’s. As she turned
and flexed and wiggled, Robin gasped and moaned and felt every tiny
shift. The thickest part of the hand spread her so wide that she
felt about ready to burst, and then slid in so neatly, the
convulsive waves of orgasm just drew Judy’s hand in past the wrist.
Khim hooted in appreciation as she pinched Robin’s nipple, watching
from over her shoulder.