Tombstone by Candace Smith

experience her orgasm unscathed.
    The black man moved to the other side and began coaxing her other bud to a taut little tip.   Just as Annika felt the welling rush of her climax, Tombstone pierced the prepared nipple.   While Tombstone deserted her channel, Annika began sobbing in need at the unfairness of it.   He moved to her side, flicking her pierced nipple, and Jude knelt between her thighs.
    Jude loved the pink pussies of the diminutive pair, and he snacked on them until they moaned mindless pleasure.   Annika tried to lift her hips into his face to complete her orgasm.   She barely acknowledged her other nipple being pierced while the flat tongue, the monstrously liquid muscle, swiped up and down her slit, sucking her clit until she was ready to explode.   She gasped and tried to grind into him, and then his mouth abandoned her.   Annika moaned in disappointment… and shrieked a moment later when the ring pierced through her swollen bead.
    Sandy received the same jewelry, though she was coddled and soothed through the process.   The frightening man with the scary blue eyes gently massaged her breasts while the thick black cock plunged into her pussy.   She cried from the pain of the piercing, all the way through her orgasm.
    Leashes were attached to the backs of their collars and they crawled into Jonathan’s living room on January 9 th .   Attached to one of Annika’s nipples was a thin chain with a small flat gold container hanging from it containing a balm.   It was another gift from the doctor that proved to be an extraordinary addition.   One small swipe of the clear salve made nerve endings raw and excited.
    Tombstone explained it to Jonathan, and he showed him how he kept it on their nipples, pussies, and anuses.   The ‘twins’ stayed peaked, wet, and clenching in invitation.   Acknowledging that Jonathan had four sons and a daughter, he included a larger refill jar with the order.
    Annika and Sandy moaned and cried when they saw Stanley’s father.   They pleaded forgiveness with their eyes.   The man just smiled with a sadistic leer and took the two leashes.   Jonathan walked them over to a sofa, and Tombstone tilted them back so that they were squatting in front of him.   Their arms were outstretched and their breasts thrust forward.   With their knees spread and rounded little bottoms tilted up invitingly, they were balanced perfectly on rubber coated feet.   “Is there any sort of maintenance necessary?”
    “Soap and water for exposed areas if you feel like it, but just water on the suit or it tends to dull a bit.   I’ve kept them on oatmeal with protein powder and vitamins.   It cuts down on hygiene problems.   They’re trained for bucket breaks in the morning and evening.   You might want to have one of your house servants take care of it.”   Tombstone stroked Annika’s exposed bottom.   “If they don’t perform satisfactorily, you know, sucking or squeezing, seal their eyes and ears with the patches stuck to the masks.   They have an aversion to the loss of any other senses.”
    Jonathan turned to Jude.   “Can you transport them in February?”
    “Absolutely, Mr. Bentley.   Call the club and schedule ahead.   Valentine’s is busy, and I’ll have several pickups.”
    After Tombstone and Jude drove away, Jonathan sat forward and stared into Annika’s terrified eyes.   He stroked her nipple and began to lightly twist the ring.   In a quiet, reminiscing voice, he said, “Stanley was born three months premature.   He had pneumonia twice before he was one.   His mother died from the toxemia that had brought him early, and he fought from the day he was born to stay with us.   He couldn’t fight someone like you, though.   He never could.”
    Jonathan sipped his scotch, letting his eyes travel the length of the girl’s rubber coated body.   “His brother, Michael, was with him last summer.   When Stanley told him that he had met a nice girl, Mike