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Charlotte was honestly surprised that Sam got into the piercing chair without further objection. She had thought she might need to physically force her daughter. But clearly Sam remembered Charlotte’s threat to embarrass her in front of her friends, and so she climbed willingly into the chair, placed her legs in the stirrups, and allowed the man to secure her wrists by her sides.
“It’s just the pussy lips, right?” Sam asked nervously. “I don’t want those other ones you gave mom.”
Charlotte had only received the piercings in her nipples and clit because of Sam’s cruelty. In fact, she had only gotten pierced at all because of the obstinacy of her daughters. She seriously considered asking the man to pierce Sam’s nipples and clit in revenge, now that Sam was secured.
But Sam was her daughter, and Charlotte loved her, and it was Charlotte’s desire to advance her career by working in Etrebor that had brought them here in the first place.
“Yes,” said Charlotte. “Just the labia rings, please.”
“As before, I will need her gagged,” said the man. He picked up Sam’s panties from the floor and passed them to Charlotte. “Gag her, please.”
Charlotte went to stuff the panties into her daughter’s mouth, but the man stopped her.
“A little moistness first, I think,” he said.
Charlotte remembered how the man had swiped her own panties against her wet cunt before stuffing them in her mouth. She looked at her daughter’s spread pussy.
“She’s not wet,” she said.
The man frowned. “You have raised her poorly,” he said.
But before he could say more, KC giggled, and snatched the panties from Charlotte.
“Let me,” she said – and rubbed them against her own pussy, which was clearly wet, because the panties came away damp. Then she passed them back to Charlotte.
“Very good,” said the man. “Go ahead.”
“What the fuck?” said Sam, from the table. “No, gross. I don’t want them in my mouth!”
“This is why she needs gagging,” said the man. “Please proceed.”
Charlotte hesitated. She didn’t want to stuff her oldest daughter’s panties into her mouth – particularly now that they were soaked with her youngest daughter’s cunt juices… but Sam was difficult, and the sooner this was over the better.
“Sorry, honey,” she said, and jammed the wet panties into her daughter’s mouth. Then she ripped off a square of tape and taped Samantha’s mouth shut.
“Now you must get her wet,” said the man. “Which of you will do it?”
“What do you mean?” said Charlotte.
“She is dry. It will hurt her,” said the man. “One of you must prepare her – as your daughter did for you.”
“You mean… lick her…” began Charlotte.
“Lick her whorish cunt,” the man agreed. “Either you will do it, or you will tell your daughter to do it.”
“No,” said Charlotte. “That’s disgusting. I would have stopped KC, if I hadn’t been gagged. We’re related. And we’re not… into women…”
“You will do it, or you will leave,” said the man.
Charlotte needed her daughters pierced, in order to go to Etrebor. She didn’t know of any other Etreborian piercers.
She looked at KC.
“I don’t mind, mom,” said KC. “It’s fun!”
She couldn’t, though. She couldn’t tell one of her daughters to lick the other’s cunt. It was wrong.
Especially given how Sam was making incoherent sounds into her gag and straining against her gag, to indicate that she very much did not want her cunt licked.
“She can do it,” said the man. “You must instruct her as her mother. Tell her what to do.”
Charlotte took a deep breath.
“Kitty Cuddles,” she said, “would you please lick your sister’s pussy until she is wet? It might go faster if you concentrate on licking her clitoris.”
KC smiled, and sat between Sam’s legs, leant down, and began to lick.
Sam went wild, bucking and squealing into her gag. KC seemed to think it was a game, and giggled several times when Sam’s thrashing almost moved her cunt out of reach of KC’s tongue.
But soon Sam seemed to relax, and shortly after that KC reported that her sister’s cunt was now wet.
“She tastes sweeter than you, mom,” she said, moving away with a smile, Sam’s wetness shining on her lips.
And with that done, it was a simple matter to pierce Sam’s labia. Four easy jabs with the needle, each of which made Sam squeal, and then two rings threaded through, and a lock. And just like that, Sam was no longer in control of her own cunt.
With the piercing done, the man moved to Sam’s head, and Charlotte saw what was about to happen. He was going to remove Sam’s gag and ask Sam to thank him – the same way that Charlotte had, by kissing his cock.
If Sam was a bitch about this, it would be a stressful process of forcing her to comply – and she would have to comply, because Charlotte still needed the man to pierce KC.
So Charlotte moved to Sam’s head, and pulled the gag off before the man could – and then lightly slapped her daughter on the cheek. And when Sam opened her mouth to protest, she pushed Sam’s face forward so that the man’s cock went into her mouth.
“Good girl,” said Charlotte. “Just suck for a minute to show him you’re grateful.”
In shock and horror, Sam did as she was told – and a moment later, the man pulled out of her, satisfied, and then released her from the chair.
“Fuck!” swore Sam. “That hurt! And I can’t believe you made me suck his… his…”
“You did well,” said the man. “Would you like a pair of pretty bracelets?”
Sam paused, her train of thought diverted by the promise of a gift.
“What bracelets?” she asked.
“Here, let me show you,” said the man. He took her arms – and then put a metal bracelet on each arm, of shiny steel. They started in an opened position, like handcuffs, and he snapped them shut on each wrist with a click.
“Hey, what…” objected Sam.
Each bracelet had a small ring attached to it, of thick metal, and he now pulled on these to bring her arms downwards. Then he did something, and there was another “click”.
“What – ow!” squealed Sam.
He had connected her bracelets to her new labia rings. Sam’s hands were now cuffed to her own cunt.
“I find these bracelets a very effective tool in controlling my own bitches,” said the man. “A very good reminder to her that she is not in control. I think she will not struggle much, given how she is connected.”
Sam had already discovered that any attempt to free herself from her predicament involved tugging agonisingly on her recently-pierced pussy lips.
“I will set her free from this locking before you go,” said the man, “but I will send the key for the bracelets to your husband. He may have other ideas for them. It will be his choice whether she continues to wear them.”
And then it was KC’s turn in the chair. She got into it eagerly, and even swiped her own panties against her own cunt, and then stuffed them in her own mouth. She seemed to enjoy spreading her twat open to the man’s gaze. The man taped her mouth shut and restrained her.
Then he looked at Charlotte.
“Would you lick her clean, please?” he said.
“She’s… she’s already wet,” said Charlotte.
“Too wet,” said the man. “Lick her clean. Or tell your daughter to.”
Sam immediately shook her head. “No way,” she said.
Sam clearly didn’t want to lick KC’s cunt. But neither did Charlotte. And Charlotte was KC’s mother – it was wrong. And Sam had been such a difficult bitch…
“Lick your sister’s pussy, please, Samantha Sweetie,” said Charlotte.
“No!” protested Sam.
“Why do you have to be such a bitch about everything?” Charlotte said. “Just do this one thing. It’s not hard.”
“No!” said Sam again.
So Charlotte, her frustration now at maximum levels, grabbed Sam by the hair, and forced her down, pushing her face against her sister’s cunt.
“Lick,” she growled, not caring that she forcing her two daughters to commit incest, only wantting this humiliating experience to be over.
Sam began to cry – but she must have also begun to lick, because KC giggled, and made a happy moan, and bucked her hips against her sister’s face.
Charlotte waited for a full minute, and then pulled Sam away.
“Is that enough?” she asked.
“I think so,” said the man. He took Sam’s place, and deftly pierced KC’s pussy lips with his needle.
When it was done, the man moved to KC’s face, and KC needed to no prompting once her gag was removed to put her lips on his cock and suck. The man seemed very happy with KC’s ministrations, and Charlotte was worried he might cum in her daughter’s mouth, but after a minute he pulled out without ejaculation, and released KC from the chair.
“Okay,” said Charlotte. She got out her purse and paid the man. She was half-afraid that he would demand a more sexual sort of payment, but he took her money and issued a receipt.
Then she went to dress – and found that her clothing was no longer where she put it.
“Where are our clothes?” she asked.
“I do not give you permission to dress,” said the man. “I will mail your clothes back to your husband.”
“But… we need to get home!” said Charlotte. “We need clothes.”
“You do not,” said the man. “Your shame in displaying your naked body is your problem. You asked for an Etreborian piercing. No woman would leave an Etreborian piercing wearing clothes. You must show off your new piercings.”
He paused, and then reached up to a shelf and took down two items. They were dog leashes. He walked to KC, and clipped the end of one leash to her labia loops. Then he went to Samantha, disconnected her bracelets from her cunt, and attached the leash to her labia in the same manner.
He passed the ends of the leashes to Charlotte.
“Complimentary leashes,” he said. “If you walk your daughters back to your car on leashes, I will not share the security footage of your piercing with the internet.”
Charlotte blinked. He had filmed their piercings? There was video of… of KC licking Charlotte’s cunt? Of Charlotte forcing Sam to lick KC’s?
“You can’t be serious,” Sam was saying.
“You are parked in the car park next door, yes?” said the man. “It is not far. I can see it from my window. I will watch you. If they are on leashes all the way to your car, no one will see the film.”
“No!” Sam protested.
Charlotte gave the leashes an experimental tug. Sam squealed. KC giggled.
“Come on, girls,” she said. “Time to go home.”
“But we’re nude!” wailed Sam.
“The faster you walk, the less chance for anyone to see us,” said Charlotte. “Come along.”
And she pulled on their clit leashes and headed for the door.
They had no choice but to follow.
It was still broad daylight outside, but there was thankfully no one around. Still, Charlotte had never felt like so much of a perverted whore as she did walking on a public street, completely nude, with rings hanging from her nipples, her cunt locked shut, and a clit ring protruding lewdly from between her pussy lips. And not just that – but leading her naked daughters on clit-leashes.
She could never have explained this, if someone had seen her. All she could do was walk as quickly as she could, not caring that she was yanking on her daughters’ clits, keeping her eyes straight ahead.
Behind her, her daughters had their first – but not last – experience of being led naked on a leash in public. KC’s pussy was dripping with arousal. Sam was crying with humiliation.
When they got to the parking lot, Charlotte looked up, and saw the man watching them through a window from his piercing studio. She blushed, and then considered the car.
She was going to have to drive home, nude. Probably no one would see her, if she kept her speed up and used back streets. If she was seen, it would be embarrassing. But if she was seen with her two daughters also in the car, also nude… she wouldn’t know how to explain that.
There was only one solution.
She opened the car boot, and looked at her daughters. “Get in,” she said.
They didn’t want to – particularly Sam. But Charlotte was holding a leash connected to their cunts, and ultimately they had no choice. She got them both into the boot, their nude bodies snuggled together, and then disconnected their clit leashes, and then closed the lid.
Then she got into the car, and started the journey home.
Halfway home, she had to pull over into the most secluded car park she could find. Then she took several deep breaths, and connected one of the leashes to her clit ring. She needed to know what it felt like.
She tugged on it. It felt good.
And then she kept tugging on it, playing with her new nipple rings with her other hand, and tried to pretend she wasn’t thinking about how good it had felt for KC to lick her pussy, or how nice it had been to be restrained and forced to suck the man’s cock to thank him for abusing her…
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