Posted by Ripper X on July 01, 2003 at 23:36:55:
I guess that it started out that I just wanted to do something crazy, you know? You are sitting there, just wondering what you can do to piss off your parents, but it ends up as something totally different, something completely sexual.
I remember my first piercing. It was my nose. My fathers reaction to the whole thing was, "What? God give you too pretty of a face that you have to go and fuck it up?"
I guess that that was why I went and got it done really. I was too plain, just another girl with a pretty face.
It was Joe who did it. It was Joe that called me back into that tiny little room sat me down in the leather chair, and poke.
It wasn't like when your six and getting your ears pierced for the first time, it was pain. Pain mixed with pleasure. The feeling of laying there, letting the piercer hurt you, letting him stick you with that needle and feeling that ring enter your flesh. The pain feels so good, the feeling of cold metal sliding into you, your body pulsing with endorphin. I guess that anyone could do that, but Joe. Man, Joe did it so well. Joe could hurt me so bad, and he enjoyed it.
Soon I was going in once a week, getting a different piercing, letting Joe stab me with needles. First it was my nose, and then my belly button, the next week it was my nipples. Every week, man, a new piercing, a new pain that Joe would inflict upon my willing body.
But that isn't what I want to talk about, I am going to tell you something that I need you to swear to me that you won't tell another soul.
Please promise me.
As a friend, man.
Okay, you know what happened last week right. Well I lied to the cops, just listen to me, okay. I had to.
Okay, it actually started a month ago. I walked into Graveyard Dreams. I knew that it was probably going to be the last time unless I was going to get a tattoo, which I definitely don't want. I had sixteen piercing already, and I knew that I only had one left to do. You know the big one, ha ha.
I sat down and waited for Joe, looking through his tattoo magazines until he was done piercing this guys tongue. Joe came out giving me that sexy psychotic look of his saying "You again!" I just kind of looked down and laughed,.
"Get back here you sicko.", he laughed pointing to the back room.
I sat in the leather chair and waited for him to finish getting the other guys money. He came in after a little while and closed the door behind him.
"Are you going to try to tell me that you thought of another body part that you want a hole in?" he asked as he locked the door.
"Well if you don't mind looking at my pussy, Joe.", I told him acting like a dumb blonde.
His eyes, man, you should have seen his eyes. Just the mere mention of it made his eyes brighten up like a little kid at Christmas, man. I thought that he was going to lose it right there, I mean it.
"You are such an evil little girl." he says to me as he turned to prepare some new tools, "What is it about you anyway?"
"It's you Joe." I said standing up and taking off my jeans, I didn't want to ruin any of my panties with blood stains so I went without. However I am sure that Joe would love to see my panties, but anyway. I took a deep breath and thought about his question for a little while.
"I think that it is the way that your hands touching my flesh somehow rapes me," I said trying my best to put my true feeling into words, "I love the feeling of being so helpless to you, just squeeze my eyes tight and wait for your gentle touch to turn into a sharp mind absorbing pain."
God, even the thought turns me on!
I took my seat and watched him bring over a tray of rings. I seen a nice silver one that I liked, he took it out and put the tray back on his bench.
"So Kaila," he said as he plopped the ring in a clear jar of sanitizer, "You enjoy me hurting you. That is why you keep coming back?"
He looked at me. I sat reclined showing him exactly what he wanted to see. I could see his penis hardening under his jeans as his eyes looked over my body. He kind of shook his head as he fished out the rings with a pair of tweezers.
"No matter how hard I try I just can't seem to figure you women out."
His hand ran up my inner thigh as he bent over and whispered, "Well I hope I hurt you bad enough, Kaila."
I just about lost it man, my pussy got so hot and wet, ha ha, I know I had to have left a spot on the chair. I just lied there as Joe played and fondled with my clit, I could feel the tip of the needle touch it, my hands balled up into fists, my toes curled, I knew that it was coming. I waited and waited. It seemed like eternity, man. My body slowly lost it's tension, I feared looking, but had to. I slightly opened up one eye to see Joe staring at me, then it hit. I felt the needle press into my clit hard until it finally cut into the flesh. The pain shot from my groin. My whole body tightened at once. All that was real was the pain, and just when it began to subside, then BAM! He punched it all the way through. Oh man, it was so great. And when it was finished. After the ring was in place. I looked up and seen that I wasn't the only one breathing hard.
That's how I thought it would end. I thought that he had given me the ultimate pleasure that anyone could hope to receive. I would stay up late at night and play with the ring, I would fondle it, the sore tender flesh of my pussy would hurt less and less each night as the wound slowly healed.
I would pull on it and pretend that it was Joe who was hurting me, recreating the piercing over and over in my mind. Well that was the last time that I thought that I would see old Joe. The last time that he could please me. Needless to say, I was wrong.
I was sitting at the club having a bourbon and Coke when he sat down besides me at the bar. I didn't even notice that it was him until he said, "So did it heal up okay?"
I kind of looked at him for a while until I realized what he was talking about. He ordered himself a drink and we had a short conversation about nothing. He said that he was moving on. He had closed the shop and he was going to go down to New Orleans were the big cash was. I could feel my heart seem to break. I didn't want him to go, I thought about asking to go with but you know as well as I do that there would be nothing for me down there.
"I will miss you Joe." I said kissing him on the cheek, before saying fuck it all and really kissed him. I stuck my tongue so far down his throat that I'm lucky I didn't gag him. He kissed back though. He took me into a tight embrace that led us up to his bedroom. He had most of his shit packed already. Wasn't much but about six cardboard boxes. We fucked on his bare mattress.
He was so ruff with me, God it felt good. His hand around my throat, once in a while his teeth would dig into my neck. His dick thrusting in and out of me, harder and faster the closer that he came to cumming. We fucked for about two hours until we both just collapsed.
We just lied there, our chests heaving, drenched with sweat. Suddenly he grabbed me and kissed me as hard as he could.
"You know that it doesn't have to be like this." he said very quickly, those blue eyes of his just staring through me.
"What do you mean?" I asked confused
"Did you mean what you said, Kaila?"
"Do you really enjoy me hurting you?"
"Do you truly find so much pleasure in your pain?"
I just kind of stared at him for a while, not knowing were he was going with this. I could only nod.
"I have a question for you Kaila." he said looking away to stare at a blank wall, his mind thinking. His attention came back to me after a time.
"There is more," he said, "There is one final stage of our play Kaila. There is one final piercing, and this pain is the most intense that you will ever feel in your entire life."
I felt my fear mount, my heart pounded within me.
"What do you mean Joe," I stuttered, afraid to ask, "Do you want to kill me?"
"Only if you want to finish what we started Kaila." he said soberly.
He was right. There was only one thing that could finish this. For weeks I had let him hurt me, I let him revel in my pain, I allowed him to go beyond that barrier that everyone has, that wall beyond the comfort zone. That zone where you are nothing but prey, food for the taking.
There was only one ending to this story, and that was to let him finish. Give my life to him to take away from me. The only thing that could free me from feelings that were too intense to bare... the sexual desires that seemed to have no other answers but ... but to let him kill me.
I agreed, we took a shower and I helped him throw the boxes into his car.
He told me that he knew of an out of the way place by the river that we could go to, so that we could be by ourselves. All the way there my mind was flooded with fear. I just sat there in the passenger seat though, staying quite, not saying a word. I was so scared, it wasn't of death though. Don't get me wrong! I was afraid of dying.
Hmmmm.
Do you know that fear that you get when you wanted something for so long, and then when the moment, just before all of your desires are answered, you are so nervous that you can barely help but tremble.
Ha ha, I guess that you can say that I felt like I was about to win a Miss Universe pageant.
My whole body was shaking. He turned off of the main road and drove through the heavy timber on a thin dirt road lined with trees that grew so tight together, that it seemed to snuff out the moonlight.
I knew that my moment was coming. My flesh was tingling, I felt so alive. I was not going to see the next day. I was going to die. Joe was going to hurt me like he has never hurt anyone. I was his now, his alone.
He stopped the car and gave me his lighter, and told me to go find some firewood while he prepared, I did as he told me to. I found enough wood for a small fire, and enough dead leaves to make it burn. My excitement was mounting. I took off my clothes and tossed them into the fire. I watched everything that I had burn. My money, my license, my social security card, everything.
I felt the fire's warmth kiss my naked body. It felt so warm and gentle against my skin. I just caressed my own flesh, enjoying my body before the pain began. For the first and the last time I was sensing myself. My very being.
"You know that no matter what you want, it is beyond your control," I heard him say as he approached holding a cardboard box, "There is no turning back now. I can't afford to let you go."
"I understand," I told him standing up, showing my body to him proudly, "I want you to kill me."
Joe sat down the box and walked over to me. His hands went to my ears and he began to remove all of my rings, one by one. Our work together coming out in seconds to prepare me for my final piercings.
"Tie me up Joe," I begged "Please, I don't want to get away from you."
"As you wish." he said pulling out the last ring from my pussy and returning to his box. Soon he came back with a pair of handcuffs, he backed me into a tree and lifted my hands way above my head and bound me to a low limb that was above me. My toes barely touching the ground. He rubbed his hand over my belly.
"I want to thank you while I have the chance, Kaila." he said watching me beginning to struggle for him.
"Don't forget that you are pleasing me as well." I told him breathlessly, I was ready for this. So ready, it felt like my entire life was meant for this one moment, that everything that I had ever done was lead to my ultimate demise at the hands of my fatal lover.
I watched him return to his box and pull out some small objects, he slowly came back so that I could see that he was holding a handful of long iron nails. My fear was rising with each step closer that he took. Slowly he began to push the thick nails into each of my piercings. He started with my left ear. Even though they didn't hurt that bad, I still tried to fight him. I tried to hide my ear behind my arm, I kicked and squealed as the nail tore each hole wider and wider. He did the second ear, I could feel the tips of the nails scraping my arms.
He kissed me on the neck. I could feel him pinching the tight skin below my bellybutton, then the nail, this one hurt bad. It paralyzed me as he did it. My back arched and my whole body began to shudder. The whole time that he was doing it I could only stare at him in disbelief. I looked down to see the nail head sunk into my navel and the sharp point dripping blood, I could feel the unforgiving pain and my blood running through my pubic hair and down my legs.
He then began to massage my breast, I struggled as he slowly brought the nail to my hard nipple. I begged for him to wait, to please spare me but my body craved the pain, I needed it. He slowly pressed the nail into my nipple, each press arousing a gasp as my body got tighter and tighter. I barely had time to catch my breath when he shoved a nail into my other nipple. I couldn't take anymore! I writhed and screamed against the bounds. I begged for him to stop. He just sat down and watched me suffer until I adjusted to the pain enough to calm down.
I caught my breath as he told me that he had just one more piercing that he wanted to do before he killed me. He held up the shinny nail for me to see.
I shook my head, my hair was drenched in sweat
"No," I said as bravely as I could, "Do them all."
"Are you sure?" he asked putting the sharp tip up my nose, forcing my head back.
I weakly nodded and closed my eyes as the nail was stuck threw my nostril.
I winced at the pain, yet still stuck my tongue out for him to use. My eyes still shut, I felt the warmth of his mouth embrace it.
His fingers ran through my wet hair. I kissed him. For it was to be my last kiss. My pain seemed to go away as the shock from the warmth and the kindness of his kiss consumed me. Soon it was over though, he slowly pulled away from my lips. My hunger for him only grew, my desire to be hurt by him utterly strengthened.
"I love you, Kaila." he said as he put the tip of the nail to my tongue. I could only stare at him. The tears rolling up in my eyes, yet the nail tearing into my tongue quickly shut them. I could feel the blood rushing out of my mouth. I could taste it too, the blood mixed with the iron nail. I tried to pull my tongue in but the nail just pressed against my chin.
I felt very faint. I was losing a lot of blood. I could only moan as I felt the last spike press against my clit. I felt him press the nail deeper and deeper into me. I screamed. The pain...oh the pain. It was immense, the torture of the nail hitting the bone. I felt my ass quiver first, then my legs begin to tremble, finally my whole body began to spasm. The blood rushing from my pussy, the pain I was in began to overwhelm me. I grew weaker and weaker until the suffocating blackness devoured me.
He must've left me for dead. I guess that a fisherman seen me and radioed the police. I awoke in the hospital, the doctor told me that I was lucky to be alive.
Later a cop asked me if I could tell him what happened. I lied and said that I was just walking home from the club when I got nabbed by three guys wearing black ski masks, they through me in their car and tortured me for hours. The next thing that I knew I was on the front pages of every news paper in the state.
"Lucky Lady Barely Escapes With Life!".
Ha!
Let them think that I say, and I'll tell you one more thing. For the first time in my life I have found fulfillment, and my only hope now is that Joe has seen the news papers. He will read that I am still alive. Then my friend, then, he will come back for me.