I start breathing heavily when Ekert places a strap above my breasts and another one below them. He cinches them tightly so I can’t move. I feel a panic attack coming on. My voice is thready as I call out, “Papi…”
“I’m right here, Baby girl.” He leans over and kisses me before trailing his lips to my ear. “Right here,” he repeats before nicking my neck behind my ear.
In two seconds, I feel calmer.
Ekert restrains me in two more places—across my hips and then my thighs. Even with the serum Papi injected me with, I feel like the room is starting to blur.
Suddenly Sophie is leaning over my face. “I’ll hold your hands.” She grips both my hands with one of hers. It feels nice. She’s very kind. I wonder if she does this for all the Little girls.
Papi strokes the top of my head. “I’m going to prick your nipples now.”
“You better give me a double dose just to be sure,” I whine.
He smiles. “I’ll give you plenty, Little one.” He sets one hand on my tummy and lowers his lips to my nipple. Instead of injecting me with his numbing serum right away, he suckles for a while. By the time he pricks my skin, I’m panting and horny.
I lift my head and see that my nipple is swollen and hard. I can’t feel it, but it’s really big from him tormenting it.
“Lower your head, Baby girl,” Papi commands.
When I do, he sets his palm on my forehead, anchoring me.
It seems like five seconds later that I flinch when I hear a strange popping sound. “What was that?”
Papi smiles. “That was the piercing gun. The first one is done.”
I try to lift my head. I want to see it. But Papi pulls something over my forehead and secures me in like the millionth spot. He leans over and suckles my other nipple like its twin. I’m ready for the prick of his quill this time. He must have used some calming serum, too, because my stress eases.
I flinch just as much when the sound of the second piercing fills my ears. Relief consumes me. At least it’s over. I’m not sure how I feel about the results yet, but at least I’ll never have to deal with the anxiety of preparing to have it done again.
It takes the two men only a few seconds to release all my straps, and then Papi helps me sit upright.
I take a deep breath and lower my head. A shudder makes my entire body shake so hard that the gemstones bounce. It’s surreal. I can’t believe I just got my nipples pierced. Not with tiny little discreet barbells, either. The hoops and maroon stones look like boulders.
Obviously it’s my imagination. If they were truly as large as it seems, they would be pulling down on my nipples. They aren’t. Or perhaps it’s just that my little titties are so erect that they can’t possibly sag.
What if they stay that way all the time? Pointy and hard, making it easier to support the gemstones.
Papi brings a hand up to lift one of the dangling stones in his palm. “So pretty.” He kisses my temple. “What do you think, Baby girl?”
“I don’t know yet,” I whisper. I’m still in shock.
Ekert pats my thigh. “You can numb them as often as necessary to avoid pain. They will heal quickly, but there’s no need for her to be hurting. In a few days they won’t need to be numbed anymore.”
It’s weird because I can feel the weight of them, but not the sensation at the piercing. That’s because of the numbing, but it’s like looking at someone else. This can’t be me.
A month ago—in my time, not real time—I was a homeless woman living on the streets, so tired of being cold that I ducked into Club Zoom to warm up. What a wild ride I’ve been on since making that strange decision. Why didn’t I just check into a shelter that night? I could have huddled under an overpass or wandered inside a supermart. I could have pretended to need the bathroom at a gas station and hidden out in there for a while. I had so many options, but something propelled me to go to Club Zoom.
I lift my gaze to find Papi staring at me. He’s smiling, but his brow is furrowed. He’s concerned about my reaction. I get it. I worry him.
I look back down, shuddering yet again.
Papi strokes my pigtail. “Ready to go home, Baby girl?”
I nod. I’m too choked up to say anything. I’m not sure what to say. Am I supposed to thank Ekert for sticking a needle through my nipples?
Papi picks me up and tucks my face against his neck. He does not ask me to be polite. He also doesn’t ask me to say anything to Sophie. I hear him quietly tell the two of them he will call in a few days.
I’m aware that my nipples are brushing against his chest, but I can’t feel them. Nothing hurts. I’m in a state of shock. In fact, I pull my thumb up, pop it in my mouth, and promptly fall asleep.
