Story of a pain slut Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Sangeeta yanks Manju upright by the septum ring and shoves her against the metal shelf. “High time that hole gets bigger,” she snaps. She snaps a thin cane across Manju’s bare ass, then her thighs, then her swinging 38DD tits until red welts rise on every inch of pale skin. Manju sobs and pleads, “Please, no one can see a 13 mm hole—it’ll show!” Sangeeta answers with twenty more lashes of the cane across her back and the undersides of her breasts, then drips hot wax straight onto her spread pussy lips. The wax hardens; Sangeeta rips it off in one vicious pull, taking hair and skin with it. She repeats the wax-and-rip cycle on Manju’s nipples, ass cheeks, and inner thighs while the cane keeps landing—shoulders, calves, even the soles of her feet. By the time the intern finishes, Manju’s body is striped crimson and streaked with dried wax. Tears stream down her face as she finally gasps, “Okay… take me… mistress stretch it.”

The next afternoon Sangeeta marches the still-bruised lawyer into a private piercing studio. The professional piercer examines the existing septum ring, nods, and begins the stretch. He threads progressively larger tapered plugs through the piercing while Sangeeta holds Manju’s head still by the current ring. Each new size makes Manju whimper; at 8 mm she starts shaking, at 10 mm fresh tears fall. When the piercer finally seats the 13 mm steel ring, the hole is visibly large, the heavy ring resting against her upper lip. Sangeeta clips the leash into the new ring, pulls them tight, and forces Manju to look in the mirror. “Big enough now, whore. Everyone who sees your face will know exactly what you are.”

Back at the apartment that night, Sangeeta ties Manju’s wrists behind her back and spends the evening testing the new size. She threads a leather cord through the 13 mm ring, tugs upward, and makes the older woman lick her pussy while the heavy ring pulls her septum taut. Every time Manju’s tongue falters, Sangeeta delivers a sharp cane stroke across already-welted breasts. The large ring glints under the lights, impossible to hide, exactly as Sangeeta wanted.

Manju kneels naked in the middle of the apartment, wrists cuffed behind her back. The 13 mm septum hole gapes visibly, the heavy brass padlock swinging from it and tugging her big nose downward with every breath. Sangeeta stands over her, fully dressed, and gives the padlock a sharp downward yank. The thick steel clicks against Manju’s upper lip.

“Open,” Sangeeta orders. Manju parts her red lips and sticks out her tongue. Sangeeta drops the padlock key into her mouth, then immediately slaps both of Manju’s heavy 38DD tits. The lawyer flinches but keeps the key on her tongue.

Sangeeta circles her. “You used to love that nose, didn’t you? People told you it was sexy. Well-shaped. Now look at it—stretched wide enough to shove a pen straight through.” She grabs a thick black marker from the table and pushes the capped end through the gaping septum hole until it sticks out the other side. Manju whimpers around the key as the marker bobs with every shaky breath.

Sangeeta yanks the marker out and replaces it with two fingers, fucking the hole slowly while she talks. “You’re a pain slut. You finally admitted it. But this is what you get for that admission.” She pulls her fingers free, wipes them on Manju’s cheek, then clips the nose hooks into the padlock itself. She pulls the hooks back hard, forcing Manju’s nostrils wide open and her head tilted up.

“On your back,” Sangeeta says. Manju lies down. Sangeeta steps over her face, lowers her bare pussy onto Manju’s mouth, and grinds while the padlock and hooks keep the lawyer’s nose stretched and exposed. Manju licks desperately, tongue working between Sangeeta’s folds while the heavy brass weight rests on her upper lip.

Sangeeta reaches back and slaps Manju’s spread pussy five times in quick succession, then pinches her clit hard. “You cried every day while it healed. I heard you. I liked it.” She rocks her hips faster, smearing wetness across Manju’s face. “Now you’re going to wear this padlock until I decide otherwise. Key stays in your mouth until bedtime.”

Manju moans into her pussy, the sound muffled. Sangeeta comes hard, thighs clamping around the lawyer’s head, then stands up and leaves the key on Manju’s tongue. She walks to the door, turns, and adds, “I’ll be gone for a few weeks. When I come back that hole better still be stretched wide or I’ll start all over with bigger gauges.”

The door closes. Manju stays on her back, padlock heavy on her face, marker and fingers still tingling in her memory, the key resting on her tongue while she waits.

Manju remains on her back in the empty apartment, wrists still cuffed behind her, the heavy brass padlock dangling from her stretched 13 mm septum hole. The weight tugs her big nose downward constantly, the thick ring resting against her upper lip. She breathes through her mouth, the key still balanced on her tongue as Sangeeta instructed. Hours pass. The padlock swings with every small movement, reminding her of the gaping hole that now lets a thick pen slide straight through.

She tries to stand eventually, knees shaky, and moves around the apartment naked. The padlock knocks against her chin when she bends to pick things up. At night she lies on the bed, padlock heavy on her face, and fingers her own pussy while replaying the pain of the stretching session and the cane strikes. She comes hard, admitting to herself how much the suffering turns her on, yet the thought of more permanent changes still terrifies her.

Sangeeta returns after three weeks. She walks in without knocking, finds Manju kneeling by the door as ordered, padlock still locked in place. Sangeeta gives the brass weight a hard downward yank, stretching the septum further.

"Good girl. Hole still wide. Now we’re adding more holes." She unlocks the padlock, removes it, and immediately clips the nose hooks back into the ring. She pulls Manju’s head back until the nostrils flare wide, then marches her into the bedroom.

Sangeeta strips off her own clothes and sits on the edge of the bed. She spreads her legs and points to the floor between them. Manju kneels. Sangeeta reaches for the piercing kit already laid out on the nightstand—sterile needles, clamps, rings, and a curved barbell.

First she grabs Manju’s heavy 38DD breasts. She pinches the left nipple flat between thumb and forefinger, lines up a thick needle, and drives it straight through the center. Manju’s body jerks but she keeps her tongue out as ordered. Sangeeta threads a thick silver ring through the fresh hole, then repeats the process on the right nipple. Blood beads at each entry point. Sangeeta twists both rings, making the lawyer whimper.

"Tongue next." She clamps Manju’s tongue and pushes a long needle through the center from top to bottom. Manju gags around the metal as Sangeeta slides a heavy barbell into place. The new piercing clicks against her teeth when she tries to speak.

Sangeeta pushes Manju onto her back on the bed, knees bent and spread wide. She clamps the inner lips of the lawyer’s pussy and drives two needles through each side, threading thick rings through the punctures. Manju’s thighs shake. Finally Sangeeta spreads the hood of the clit, lines up the needle, and pushes it through the sensitive bundle of nerves. Manju screams around the tongue barbell as the curved barbell is inserted and clicked shut.

Sangeeta tugs each new ring in turn—nipples first, then the four labia rings, then the clit barbell—watching Manju twitch and leak onto the sheets. She clips the nose hooks again, pulls them back hard, and straddles Manju’s face.

"Lick. And keep those new rings swinging." Manju’s pierced tongue works between Sangeeta’s folds while the heavy septum ring and fresh nipple rings tug with every movement. Sangeeta grinds down, smearing wetness across Manju’s face, and reaches back to slap the newly pierced breasts and tug the clit barbell until the lawyer’s muffled moans turn into sobs of pain mixed with desperate arousal.