Different Planet Ch. 39

Gene saw now that both of the women in black latex had rings in their nipples, the gleaming rubber was so tight it clearly outlined both the nipples and the rings that pushed them out to even greater prominence. He couldn't see much else of their features, except that one was Oriental, with dark eyes, and the other's eyes were blue.

Other than faces and hands, their outfits hid everything: they even wore hoods completely covering their hair. The nude woman, the one without nipple piercings, bent over and laid her breasts out on the polished dark wood of the table. The Oriental took a black ceramic cup out of her case, and a bottle, from which she poured a frothing liquid. Gene caught a hint of some disinfectant (chlorine?) odor.

Blue-eyes was stroking the woman's buttocks comfortingly, watching as her companion took out two stainless steel nails, slender, sharp as needles, and tossed them into the ceramic cup. "It's going to be OK," Blue-eyes said, moving her hand between the woman's fleshy thighs, "When we're done here, you can be proud. You'll be ready to begin your initiation!"

With her free hand, she took hold of the woman's left breast and turned it gently, about 90 degrees, and held it so the nipple, now very much erect, was pressed against the surface of the table. The other woman took one of the nails out of the cup and pushed its point down into the flesh of the nipple, drawing blood and drawing a gasp from the woman's lips.

Blue-eyes' finger caressed the woman's pussylips and clitoris. "Darling," she said, "I've never felt you so wet," eliciting a shy smile.

The Oriental took a small, black-enameled hammer from the case and in two quick strikes, pounded the nail through the flesh of the nipple and into the table. The woman screamed, but didn't try to pull away. Blue-eyes quickly took hold of the woman's other breast and positioned the nipple so another nail could be driven in. All the while the fingers of her other hand were moving faster and faster.

"Ohhhh!" she moaned, as the Oriental put down the hammer and held both the woman's breasts to keep them from moving.

Blue eyes now concentrated her full attention on the woman's genitals, pumping two fingers in and out of her vaj. Then, as her buttocks began to shake uncontrollably, Blue-eyes leaned her head down, stuck out her tongue and slipped the tip into the woman's convulsing anus.

It took all their strength, but the two latex-clad women did manage to hold their screaming friend down on the table until multiple orgasms finally subsided and her eyes opened. On the video screen in front of her, the athletes were already in their locker room, peeling off their sweaty shirts and pushing down their tight lycra and spandex ultra-short trousers. Sports-bras came off, revealing firm young breasts topped with pink or brown or black nipples. Panties came down, showing which girls preferred natural, which ones trimmed down to fashionable little triangles or strips and which ones waxed the delicate curves of their outer lips babygirl smooth.

As the Oriental pulled the nails out of the table with a pair of pliers -- though NOT out of the woman's nipples yet -- Blue-eyes gave her one last playful kiss on her backdoor and gently withdrew her fingers, then licked them off, smiling as she watched the girls on screen trooping over to the showers.

The pierced girl stared at the screen, mesmerized. Or trying to avoid looking at the nails piercing her nipples? The nails stood out perfectly horizontally now: that little twist Blue-eyes had given the girl's breasts had lined them up perfectly.

On the screen most of the girls were pairing up. They hugged and kissed, holding each other so each had one thigh between the other's legs, rolling their hips as they lathered each other up.

One lucky girl looked to be the youngest of them all, though maybe that was just because she was slim, and waxed completely bare. She smiled shyly as if unaccustomed to the attention of a little crowd that was gathering. As the water cascaded down on her, six, then eight hands roved her body, squeezing her breasts and buttocks, skating along her back and belly and thighs, tracing suds over the faint tan-lines forming a very small triangle around her smooth pussylips.

When she was squeaky-clean and rinsed off, two girls took hold of her arms, to steady her, as the others knelt in front of and behind her. They urged her to stand with her legs apart, then pushed their faces in, tonguing her clit from in front and her vaj (and maybe arse-hole) from behind. The two girls supporting her bent down to lick and suck on her breasts.

The sound was off, but anyone watching the video could tell the girl was beginning to moan now. The girls playing under the other shower heads all turned to look, holding each other close as she began to scream and shake.

"Oh!" the pierced girl whispered, her mouth hanging open, "I want to be her!"

Was the shy girl on the screen being initiated too? Gene wished he could hear what the athletes were saying.

"If only I could be her for a day, or even an hour, an hour in the shower!" the pierced girl said, hardly noticing when the woman with the pliers clamped it on one end of the nail through her right nipple. Picking up another pliers, with smaller, needle-thin jaws, she used the two tools to bend the nail into a perfect circle. Gene thought she must have been quite strong to do so. Indeed, her forearm muscles were bunching under the strain.

She moved to the other nipple and in seconds it had an identical ring. Gene noticed the rings were also identical, as far as he could tell, with the rings the two latex-clad women wore, outlined under the smooth, tight black rubber covering their breasts. Each had a little bump under the tight latex where the nail-head would be.

Out of the corner of his eye, Gene saw a white uniform and involuntarily tensed up. Looking carefully, he saw a chubby middle-aged woman walking up. He fought down the urge to panic. A nurse fetish, a costume, that's what it was. But it was uncanny, looking so very much like a docent's uniform!

Then again, he thought, taking a deep breath, the docents deliberately wore the tight blouses and short skirts to excite their boys. They wore costumes just as much as fetish revelers at this little club did.

This woman, though, was playing medic. She had antiseptic wipes that she cleaned the girl's bloody nipples with. She had a small light, to examine them in the dimness of the club, and an electric coagulator to stop the bleeding.

For fun, she snapped on rubber gloves and "examined" the girl's orifices. "Those two do get a bit zealous," she said by way of explanation as the index finger of her left hand probed the girl's wet vaj while the thumb of her right explored the girl's saliva-slick anus, "I always like checking to see that there's no permanent damage!" Kissing her on the nose playfully, she withdrew her fingers, patted the girl on the buttocks and pronounced her fit to keep on partying.

The girl smiled shyly, said, "Thank you, Ma'am!" and walked off, a bit unsteadily, supported by her two latex-clad friends.

The nurse turned to Gene, then, and said, "I hope I didn't alarm you," she pointed at her comical nurse's uniform hat, "Haly said you'd just made your escape from the Milking Barn."

Gene's eyes widened. The little hat, the nipples making their little hills -- not so little in this big-breasted woman's case -- in the tight fabric of her blouse, the pristine white panties, she was the perfect imitation, at the same time terrifying but also powerfully, cock-stiffeningly erotic, of all the white-clad women who controlled boys in the Milking Barn with their lips, breasts, cunts, tongues and strong, strong hands.

"My name's Shug," she said, holding her hand out for him to shake, "You and I and our friends are going to take down the Milking Barn."