Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Nanish lowers his head to my breast. He doesn’t linger. He pierces my booby several times before switching to the other to do the same. By the time he’s done, I’m drifting off, my eyes too heavy to hold open. He’s forcing me to nap. Darn him. It’s working…
Chapter Twenty
Margaret
I slowly come awake as the events of the day return to my mind. I lift my head to see that it’s true. I did get my nipples pierced. I clench my bottom and my pussy to verify it’s also true that there’s a dual plug in my holes.
A tug on my arms confirms my Papis restrained me. It’s probably a good thing they did because if my hands were free right now, I would be covering my titties with both of them.
I arch my chest, causing the hoops to bounce around, finding out that the slight tug on my nipples feels really good. It’s not as good as it would be if I played with the hoops. I bet if I turned them in circles, pushing them through the holes over and over again, I would get very aroused. Maybe I could even make myself come. No wonder Little girls aren’t permitted to touch their titties.
My Papis are at my sides in seconds.
Nanish pops the pacifier from my mouth. “Such a squirmy girl.”
Bamgin chuckles. “Now you know why Ekert admonished Sophie for jumping. It feels good to wiggle around and cause the piercings to tug on your nipples, doesn’t it?”
My face heats. He’s right. He knew that would happen. “Yes, Sir,” I whisper. Denial is not in my best interest.
My Papis release my wrists, but they continue to hold them down, each of them pinning me to the mattress.
Nanish moves his hand to the front of my diaper. “Empty your bladder, Baby girl. Then we’ll take you to our bed.”
The thought of finally being penetrated makes me clench my pussy around the toy inside me. I gasp when it suddenly starts vibrating and shift my attention to Bamgin to see he’s holding a remote.
He gives me a wicked smile. “Pee, Little one.”
I moan, squirming and tugging futilely on my hands. “I can’t pee with that inside me.”
“Yes, you can,” Bamgin says. “You’ll learn to obey us when we tell you to do something. We’ll train your body to come on command, too.”
I gasp. He can’t be serious. Come on command? Is that a thing?
He’s serious. He’s not laughing.
Nanish presses firmer against my pussy, making the vibrations more obvious.
Bamgin sets the remote down and presses against my bladder. “Pee, Baby girl. Pee because I’m ordering you to do so. Wet your diaper because you want to please us.”
I buck my hips, fighting the urge to obey him. He can’t really train me to pee on command, can he?
Except I know he can. They can train me to do anything because I want to be their good girl. I want to see their faces light up when I obey any order, even one to urinate.
They don’t need to train me. I’m already trained. I’m already theirs in every way. I relax my body and obey the order, releasing my bladder against the pressure of my Papi’s hand.
I’m panting as I finish, and my heart beats fast as my Papis smile at me.
“Such a good girl,” Nanish praises.
“So obedient,” Bamgin adds.
Without bothering to move me to the changing table, they quickly remove my diaper and clean me up. Nanish eases the toy out of me, leaving me feeling empty and needy. That was the point.
Instead of carrying me to their bedroom, Bamgin sets me on my feet and pats my bottom. “Come.”
My legs are wobbly.
They both walk backward, watching me follow. They enjoy watching me walk naked. I’ve seen them staring before. It turns me on when they look at me like that.
When we reach the giant bed that all three of us will share from now on, Nanish lifts me up and lowers me into the middle. I’m trembling as the two of them flank me, one on each side. They still have on their usual soft black pants. I’m used to staring at their chests. Every inch of them is chiseled perfection. I could stare at them moving around the house for hours. Sometimes I do.
I lick my lips as they each lift a hand and kiss my fingertips before piercing my pointers at the same time.
“We need to explain something to you, Little one,” Nanish says.
My trembling subsides because they chased it away with their quills. I should not be this calm, but I am. They didn’t inject me with any sort of aphrodisiac, so I’m not writhing with need. I experience a low-level constant horniness at all times. That will likely never go away. But they can manipulate me into needing release in seconds. Why haven’t they now? Because of what they need to tell me?