Chains of Desire by Natasha Moore Page B

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own collar. “We all will wear the collar and cuffs for the rest of our days.”
    “Oh.” Hanna’s breath whooshed from her body. She would
forever be marked as a slave. She wasn’t sure how that made her feel. Jarrod
had told her she would have to get used to the idea of being a slave for the rest
of her life. Perhaps he was right.
    Hanna moved her arms and legs, testing the feel of the
cuffs. This metal was so much gentler to her skin than the rough metal cuffs
aboard the slave ship. They felt like jewelry. Jewelry with a wicked purpose.
    “Let’s test them out,” Fawn said. Before Hanna had time to
react, Fawn grabbed Hanna’s wrists and pulled her arms behind her, around the
narrow chair back. She hooked the cuff’s rings onto the back of the chair.
While she was doing that, Treena and Starr each took an ankle and pulled
Hanna’s legs apart and hooked the ankle cuffs to the outside of the chair legs.
Then Fawn took hold of the ring in Hanna’s collar and pulled her head back,
attaching it to a hook on the front of the chair back.
    Hanna’s heart pounded as she tested her bonds. Her arms and
legs were securely fastened, her head held firmly in place. Bound in this
fashion, she would surely be at her Master’s mercy. The thought made her sex
pulse and grow moist.
    Starr smiled and glanced over at Fawn. She stepped forward
and brushed her hands over Hanna’s breasts. “She is beautiful. Her skin is so
soft and shiny.” Then she began to pull at Hanna’s nipples, rolling them
between her thumb and fingers and then stretching them. While Hanna knew she
should be uncomfortable to have a woman playing with her breasts, the erotic
sensations, combined with the treated oil, left her relaxed and more than a
little aroused.
    “Now for the final touch.” Fawn stepped in front of Hanna
and held out her open palm at eye level. Two short lengths of tranium in a
slightly smaller diameter than what had been used for the collar and cuffs lay
in her hand. One end of each piece had been narrowed to a sharp point.
    “The king had ordered that your nipples be pierced with
tranium rings.”
    Hanna shook her head and tried to pull away, but of course,
it was useless. The reality of being truly helpless hit her hard. “But none of
you have rings through your nipples.”
    Fawn shrugged. “It is not our place to question the king’s
orders.”
    Starr continued to pull and stretch her nipples, evidently
getting them ready for the piercing. Hanna no longer received any pleasure from
it. She stared at Fawn’s hand and whimpered. The metal seemed nearly as thick
as her nipples.
    “Don’t disappoint me,” Fawn snapped. “Act like a slave
worthy of a king.”
    Starr released Hanna’s nipples and leaned close enough to
whisper in her ear. “Trust us as you will trust your Master.”
    Fawn grasped one of Hanna’s nipples and pressed the sharp
point of the first ring against the sensitive flesh. “I’m afraid I can do
nothing to stop the initial pain of the piercing. The tranium will not harden
if it comes in contact with Marvel Cream while it is still flexible. Treena
will have the healing cream ready when I’m finished.”
    Then Fawn began to slowly push the point of the ring into
Hanna’s nipple. Fiery pain tore through her. She screamed and stiffened her
body. “Don’t move,” Fawn said smoothly as she slowly increased the pressure. “I
don’t want to make a mistake and have to start over.”
    It felt as if her nipple was being torn off. Starr stepped
behind Hanna to gently rub her shoulders. Tears streamed down her face.
“Breathe. Breathe,” Starr chanted. “Breathe through the pain.”
    Hanna hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath. She let
it out on a ragged sigh and screamed again. The sharp point finally broke
through the other side of her nipple with a pop. Fawn continued to draw the
metal through her torn flesh until there was an equal amount hanging down from
either side of her nipple.