I looked at the light glinting off the sharp metal. 

The pin between my fingers was as long as a sewing needle, but capped with a small coloured ball. In front of me was a bathroom mirror, my nude form reflected in its depths, my perky breasts covered with goosebumps and capped with hard nipples. I placed the end of the pin against a nondescript part of the outer curve of my right tit and pushed, gasping as I painfully, gradually pressed it into the meat of my soft pale orb. All that was visible now was the bright plastic ball, but I could feel the entire length of the shaft inside my breast. The feeling was amazing, and I gasped with pleasure as my free hand caressed my sex. 

I had a pile of pins, and continued to push them into myself one by one, wincing and moaning as I felt my breasts pierced by the tiny steel spears. They were beginning to look like pincushions with over 30 pins penetrating them in various places. Panting, I sucked some of my own juices off my fingers, before grabbing one of my as yet untouched nipples and stretching it out. My heart was thudding in my chest as I skewered the nipple sideways with a pin, then let out a small sob as I did it again at ninety degrees to the first. I picked up another pin, and focusing my attention on my right nipple, this time I put the pin right at the tip of my teat, before pushing it into the nipple towards my chest. I felt it stab through my sensitive bud, plunging at least an inch into the flesh. 

I looked at myself in the mirror. My breasts were covered in points of colour, every one of them a beacon of exquisite pain. Stepping back to admire the view, I sat down on the edge of the bathtub. Stroking my pussy, I saw that there were yet more pins, and I knew what I wanted to do with them. I shifted my position and spread my legs wide. Pulling on one of my labia, I thrust a pin through without hesitation, then twisted it and pushed it back through the same lip like a tailor pinning a piece of cloth, the point of the pin bursting out the side with a tiny drop of blood. I repeated this a number of times, also pushing some straight down, deep into my swollen outer labia. Finally I picked up a pin with a pink plastic ball on the end. Perfect. Taking my clitoris between my fingers, I held it steady as I placed the pin against the end of my nub of sensitive flesh. I took a deep breath, then pushed, impaling my clit on the little skewer. I couldn't stop myself from letting out a scream of pain as I pierced my most intimate place. Looking at my handiwork, I saw that it was only going into my clit about a centimetre before it came back out the side again. The sharp end was exposed, and I knew it was going to prick me regularly as I walked if I left it like that. 

Well, I liked a challenge. 

I slowly stood up, wincing as the movement jostled my now tender nether region. Sliding on a bra and pair of lace panties over the pins, I dressed slowly in my favourite red dress and knee high boots. Embracing the pain and ignoring the constant pricks my pussy was receiving, I grabbed my purse off the table and walked out the door, locking it behind me.

I stepped off the elevator into the hotel foyer. Making my way to the front desk, I had to stop myself from flinching with every prick. I slid the keycard across the desk along with my credit card. The pretty receptionist smiled as she took them from me. "Checking out, Miss Love?" 

I returned it with one of my own. "Yes, thank you. I had my bags brought down a few minutes ago." I signed the receipt and took back my plastic, 'accidentally' brushing her hand as I did so. 

"Thank you for staying with us. Your car should be around shortly." I thanked her again and made my way out of the hotel. The valet was already pulling up in my black Ferrari. I handed him a tip and and got in my car. In no time I was on my way, heading out of the city. 

I dialed a number on my phone and it picked up on the second ring. Celeste's melodic voice answered. "Hello?" 

"It's Annabel. I've just left the hotel and should be home in a few hours. Anything important happen at the board meeting?" 

"The usual dull affair. They just reminded each other how much money they've made this week, gave themselves all pats on the back, and had lunch. Business is doing well at the moment, so there wasn't much to cover. Only small fly in the ointment is Synergy Labs. Their CEO is a bit of a misogynist. He doesn't want to play ball with a company owned by the fairer sex. Thinks you should should get married and start making babies while your husband runs things. He didn't say that in so many words, at least not while I was on the conference call, but I read between the lines. And paraphrased." 

I made at face at the mental image. "That fat piece of shit is getting on my nerves. I know their genetics lab in San Francisco is has made some serious leaps in tissue growth. I want what they have." 

Celeste sighed. "I'll keep working on it. I'm getting no help from the boardmembers. I think you may need to pay a visit and kick some arse." 

Annoying. "Keep trying. Let me know next week." 

"Will do. Cheerio." I hung up the phone and tried to push the business aside. I was looking forward to soaking in a hot bubble bath with a glass of bubbly. 

The wind rushed past, whipping up strands of my hair as I cruised along a stretch of highway, the scenic Italian Mediterranean coastline alongside me. On warm days like this I liked to have the top down on my convertible. I'd had it nearly a year, and it still felt exciting every time I got it on the open road. I was making my way back south after a medical conference in Milan, to a small villa I owned, a nice private place where I had been living while I took care of some business. Love Technologies, my company, was a big player in the field of R&D, mainly in biology and medicine, and I liked to keep myself appraised of any new toys that were being developed. In the past I had found some very convenient uses for some of our products. 

Truth be told, I didn't actually have to do much. I'd inherited it from my father when he'd passed away nearly a decade ago, and wasn't really that interested in the business side of things. I left that to the grey-haired old men who sat on the board. I was more interested in the tech, and only stuck my nose in when I wanted something. They always condescendingly acquiesced to my demands for resources, thinking they were keeping me out of the way while they tried to hide the fact they were undressing me in their heads. It suited me just fine. I kept tabs on them through my lawyer slash personal assistant Celeste, who had power of attorney, but I lived the life I wanted and I had a few aces up my sleeves just in case they ever got the idea keeping my interests met became more trouble than it was worth. 

I shifted in my seat, yelping as I felt another sharp prick between my legs. The exposed pin that pierced my painfully throbbing clitoris jabbed me for the umpteenth time. This was a new experiment for me, seeing if I liked causing myself pain, testing how much torture my intimate places could take. So far, it was having the effect of an aphrodisiac on me, every prick, every steel cylinder piercing my flesh making me incredibly horny. I considered the exercise a resounding success. I reached up with one hand and grabbed my left breast, squeezing it tightly, the delicious pain bringing tears to the corners of my eyes as the dozens of metal fangs bit down further into my tit. I swerved slightly, and refocused on my driving, silently chastising myself for being so reckless. 

As I rounded the next bend, I noticed a figure in the distance. They saw me and stuck out an arm and thumb. A hitchhiker. I slowed down slightly as I approached, and the figure slowly became a very attractive young blonde girl, looking to be around her late teens or early twenties. It wasn't difficult to make a decision. I definitely have a weakness for pretty girls, so I pulled up to the side of the road. She let let out a shout of success and ran up to the passenger door. 

"Hey, I'm headed to Livorno, you going my way?" 

I studied her, taking in her honey blonde hair and busty chest. She wore a light tank top which showed off a lovely amount of cleavage, her bare midriff displaying a belly button piercing. My subtle appraisal lasted only a split second before I replied. "Not the entire way, but I am headed in that direction. Hop in." 

She thanked me enthusiastically, but I wasn't listening. I watched her breasts as she took off her bag and climbed into my car. I wondered what they would look like naked, and just for a moment I allowed myself to imagine the twin globes severed and lying on a plate, blood pooling from the cut flesh at the base of the breasts. Pale and soft, capped by stiff nipples defying their fate. I winced quietly as my clit grew stiff, impaling itself further onto the vicious spike that secretly adorned it. 

I broke my gaze as she finished seating herself, and pulled back out onto the road. "My name's Annabelle." I reached out a hand in greeting. 

"Bianca." She smiled as she shook it, and I felt a pinch in my chest as my heart started beating faster. I wanted to giggle as our skin made contact, but I kept my emotions on a tight leash. "Thank you so much for stopping. I love your car! Is this a Ferrari?" 

I smiled, remembering the day I got it. "Yes, I asked a friend to arrange a car for me while I was in Italy, and she had a thing for Ferraris. It's a little flashier than I usually drive, but it's grown on me." I gave the accelerator a push for emphasis, the engine roaring like it wanted to break free. 

"She did you a favour. There's nothing like traveling in one of these." She thought for a second. "Although technically it's my first time…" 

"Technically?" 

"No, not technically, it's totally my first time. But I've seen movies of people driving them!" She laughed and flashed me a grin. I tried to concentrate on the road and attempted to distract myself from her lovely eyes with a conversation. 

"So, what brings you this way? Are you visiting someone?" 

"No, more like the opposite, getting away from them. I'm heading to Livorno to try and get a job. Need a place, need food, it all takes money, of which I have little." 

"Getting away? From who?" 

Her expression took on a serious tone. "Just my parents. We had a bit of a disagreement. Let's just say I'm not welcome at home anymore, so I'm off into the wide world to make my own way." 

I glanced at her. "Parents. I know what that can be like. Leaving all your friends and family must have been tough though." 

"Didn't have much reason to stay. Kind of burned some bridges in my extremely fundamentalist social circles." Her smile returned suddenly. "I refuse to let life get me down, though! I've washed my hands of my old life, time to find a new one. With the way my luck's been going, I think I'm due some good fortune. You giving me a lift is a sign that things are going to get better, yeah?" 

I exhaled a sigh of reluctance, gripped by guilt. I could take her where she was trying to go. I could drop her off and wish her luck with her new life. I could do the right thing… But I already knew I wasn't going to. I reached down and flipped the lid off a compartment between the seats and lifted out a chilled bottle of water. Screwing off the cap I took a swig and then pretended to realise what I was doing. "Oh, god, I'm sorry, you must be parched. There's one left if you want it." 

She grinned at me with her lovely eyes. "Wow, thank you so much! You're right, I've been in the sun all morning and I'm dry as a bone here." She pulled the plastic wrap off the cap and opened it, taking a huge swig. "Damn that tastes good!" 

I tried to change the subject. "Got any ideas about what you want to do when you get there?" 

"I'm a programmer. Was studying as a major in software development, but… kinda dropped out with all the home drama. It'd be nice to get something to make use of all the time I put into that, but with no degree my options are pretty terrible. I'll be happy just to get something that puts money on the table. Maybe freelancing." She closed her eyes for a second, then opened them again. "How about you? You must pull in a pretty paycheck if you can afford a car like this without even seeing it first." 

"I inherited the family business when my parents passed away. It's not a bad job. I find myself with a lot of free time to pursue… hobbies." Bianca took another swig from her bottle, oblivious that she had already become my latest hobby. 

"Sorry to hear about your parents. Sounds like a dream job though. Don't suppose you need a programmer with half an education and no credentials to her name?" Bianca asked with a giggle. 

I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. "Well you're much prettier than most of my programmers. That gives you leg up as far as I'm concerned." 

Bianca blushed furiously and I felt my heart skip a beat. She tried not to meet my eyes as she changed the subject. "Hey, mind if I turn on the radio?" 

"Go for it." I motioned toward the dashboard and she started jumping stations until she found some soft rock. "Hey, I lub these guys… ugh, love. Duh." She giggled at her own slur. "I had all their CDs at… home. Guess I'll have to buy them… Buy them all again…" She dropped the water bottle, spilling it on the floor. "Shit! I'm so sorry!" She reached forward to pick it up and missed. "What…?" Her head bumped against the glove box and she fell forward and stayed there, her body no longer moving. I reached over and pushed her unconscious form back against the seat, a bit of drool leaking from the corner of her mouth. I wiped it up with a finger, then reluctantly stuck my hand inside her top and under her bra, and gave her breast a squeeze, guiltily enjoying the soft sensation of her warm skin. 

"Sweet dreams, Bianca." I knew mine would be.
3 . Name: Mindtrap @ 2013-09-23 05:53 ID: cec560 
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I pulled up to my villa. There was nothing around for miles but hills and fields, so I knew that noone would see the form of the unconscious girl being unloaded into the house. She was so light, I had little difficulty carrying her through the kitchen and down into my basement, although it did jostle the many pins still piercing my body, causing me sharp pricks of pain. Far from your average basement, mine had no stone walls, and was quite nicely furnished. Tiled floors, disposable furnishings, and most importantly no windows. I hadn't actually planned to bring anyone here, but it was nice to have in the event of unforeseen circumstances such as this. 

I lay Bianca down on the bed and began to pull off her top. The breasts I had been lusting after in the car bounced out as I pulled it over her head, restrained only by a black bra. Dropping the top to the floor, I undid the clasp slowly, savouring the moment as the delectable orbs were fully exposed. Cute nipples rose up to greet me as I put my hands around her boobs, squeezing and kneading the pliable flesh. I hadn't been able to get my teeth into a pair of breasts for months, and and I lowered my mouth to them, wrapping my lips around her nipple, sucking gently. I loved these moments, before my victims awoke and started to resist. They were all mine, willing to let me do whatever I wanted to them. So vulnerable. 

With a pop, I released her nipple from my mouth, shiny and covered with my saliva. I moved down her body and undid her pants. Pulling them down I had to pause and remove her shoes, but then they joined her bra and top on the floor. I looked at her cute panties, putting my face between her legs and inhaling her scent. I bit down on the cloth and pulled with my teeth, lifting her hips so that I could drag the underwear down her legs. Her pussy was right in front of me as I did so, and I was surprised to see she was clean shaven. It would save me some time, but I'd miss the experience of getting to denude her pretty mound of venus. 

I pulled her panties past her feet and snapped her ankle into the manacle chained to the floor. Returning to her sex, I pushed her legs wide, putting my mouth to her and nibbling gently on her lower lips. The taste of her sweet pussy rushed up to greet me, and I eagerly lapped at it with my tongue, until she moaned slightly and I ceased my ministrations. She was starting to come around, much sooner than I had thought she would. I hurriedly moved her clothes away from the bed, dumping them in a hamper at the corner of the room, and pushed a TV into place at the foot of the bed. With that I left the room, locking the door and going to my study. I had a couple of CCTV cameras set up down there, and pulled up the display on my laptop. 

I watched her come around, enjoying her reaction as the realised she was naked and chained to a bed. She held her arm in front of her breasts, as if there was someone in the room with her. I let it sink in for a few minutes, waiting for her to get over the shock of not know where she was, then pressed a button causing the TV to turn on and start playing the video I had set up. It was the recording I had made of a pair of sisters in France, in much the same situation as she was in now. She watched the TV intently as the afternoon wore on, as I stripped and shaved the sisters, as they woke and cried to each other, as they were forced to commit incest. 

Then the torture began. She watched, transfixed as I prepared one of them, Marie, and let out a cry of shock at the scream that came from the TV as the french girl lost her pussy. She put her hands between her legs and hunched over in empathy of the pain the girl in the recording must have felt, but never once took her eyes off the screen. The video continued, and she saw the sisters eat their meal. 

Suddenly I noticed something odd. She had not taken her hand away from between her legs since the cutting began. I looked closer. She seemed to be moving it, almost as if she were playing with herself. I rubbed my eyes and zoomed in on her. Sure enough her hand was moving back and forth. Her eyes wide, she was biting her bottom lip, and the expression on her face was unmistakable as I heard her gasp. She was masturbating. I simply sat there, stunned, watching the feed. The scene moved on to the other sister, Estelle, having her breasts guillotined off, and Bianca grabbed one of her own, squeezing it and plunging her fingers inside herself. Why was she turned on? Surely she understood she was now in their position. With a moan, she appeared to be orgasming as Estelle's screams burst over the speakers. Shuddering a few times, she then relaxed, her hands at her side as she watched the recording play out. I simply sat there in shock for what must have been nearly fifteen minutes. I was unsure how to proceed. Girls never reacted this way. 

A small sound from my laptop caught my attention me as it alerted me to the presence of a high priority email. Grateful for the distraction, I tabbed my email client and read it. It was from Celeste. One of the scientists that worked for my company's Japanese branch was trying to contact me. A man named Hirimoto, he and I had an understanding. Gratuitous amounts of funding in exchange for keeping his results private between the two of us. He had been working on something I was interested in, a project attempting to develop functional nanites. The medical implications were huge. One day we hoped to be able to use them to repair all sorts of damage. Perhaps one day even regrowing missing body parts would even be a reality, but for now that was still a pipe dream. Our current generation was just a crude, simple thing, unable to do more than relay instructions. Certainly, mechanical functions from the bots were a long way off. 

I dialed Celeste and she picked up almost immediately. 

"That was fast, I just hit send." 

I sighed. "It's not really a good time. What does Hirimoto want?" 

"Apparently his project has had a development. He wouldn't tell me what it was, just that it was incredible. Something about unforeseen consequences. He was annoyingly vague about it, but he made something clear - if you don't visit immediately, it could jeopardize the project. He's trying to keep his discovery under wraps, but he can't hide it for long." 

Shit. "Fine. Get the jet ready. I'll head out tomorrow morning." 

"Yes ma'am. I'll let him know you're coming." There was a click as she hung up the phone. 

"Fuck!" I let forth a string of expletives and grabbed a cup off my desk, hurling it at the wall where it shattered into a dozen fragments. Not now! I didn't have time to go to Japan! There was girl in my basement who was not acting how I expected. I didn't know what to do. 

Sighing, I made my way over to the mess I had made and started picking up the pieces. I piled them on the desk and looked at Bianca, sitting there oblivious to my frustrated state. Time to go and meet her.

Unlocking the door, I entered. Bianca's eyes were on me like a deer in headlights, uncertainty on her face. I put on my best aura of composure, like I was completely in control, despite the fact I did not feel like it. I approached the bed, sliding a wheeled table topped with a tray within reach as I did so. Bianca watched me silently, and I could smell her arousal. I decided to take a friendly approach, to see how she would respond. 

"Hello, Bianca." 

"Hello." She responded quietly. 

I slipped my dress off my shoulders, and began to slide out of it. Bianca blushed and looked away. I snapped off my bra, exposing the many pins underneath. "Could you give me a hand with these?" 

She looked at my breasts, surprised. I sat on the bed next to her and positioned my chest out innocently. Bianca was unsure what to do, and I waited patiently until she reached out and told hold of one of the brightly coloured balls, sliding the metal out of my tit. I stifled a gasp. "Thanks." 

She continued to slide the pins out of me. "Why do you have pins in your breasts?" 

"It was an experiment. I wanted to see if I liked it." 

"Did you?" She held my breast with one hand as she slid them out. Rather than finding it unpleasant, I was sure I noticed her squeezing it ever so slightly. I started to wonder if she was a bit keen on girls herself. 

"I found it rather fun, yes." 

She slid one of the ones out of my nipples. "Were they there the entire time in the car?" I nodded in affirmative. She finished taking out the last one, a few drops of blood all that remained. "That's all of them. No permanent damage. They're still lovely." I looked at her curiously at the unsolicited comment, and she blushed and looked away again. 

"Not quite all of them." She looked back at my breasts and then searched my body for the pins she had missed. Her gaze settled on my panties. I slipped my thumbs under the material and pulled my underwear down and off. Spreading my legs, I showed her the rest of them.