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Christine Part 1
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This is a very, very strange story, and caters
specificaly to the piercing fans. If you are not one
of these, then this will most likely not interest
you. You can still give it a shot if you want to.
Warning: This story carries piercing to a VERY extreme
level, and if you are prone to being "grossed out" you
also might want to skip it. Various parts will also contain
the following: Teen and Pre-teen sex, lesbian sex, incest,
exhibitionism, extreme masochism, and consentual torture.
Christine
Part I
To look at me, you wouldn't think of a kinky girl.
I am 15 years old, with long blond hair tied in the back,
bright blue eyes and a "sweet" smile. I don't usualy wear
revealing clothes, and I hardly ever date. While I do
have a good body, it is usualy hidden under a sweater and
loose pants.
You might ask why I don't show off a little more. I'll
tell you why, but let me start at the beginning:
It all started two years ago when I found out that my
cousin from Florida was going to come and stay with us
for a few months at our home in rural Virginia. Her name
was Christine, and I hadn't seen her in 3 years. The last
thing I remember about her was a silly 14 year old with
braces and a flat chest who couldn't get the boys to look
at her no matter what she tried. She was now almost 18
and getting ready to go to college in the fall.
Our house was not small by any means, but it had only
3 bedrooms. One for my parents, one for my 10 year old
sister, and one for me. Mine was the biggest, so it was
decided that Christine would sleep in my room. I had put
up a bit of a fuss, but eventualy gave in. We brought
another bed into the room and it was ready.
She was to arrive at the airport on a tuesday morning,
and since school had just let out for the summer I got to
go with my parents to pick her up. We got to the airport
just minutes before the announcement that flight 714 had
just landed.
The airport was small and only had 5 gates. We quickly
found hers and waited. A great deal of people were comming
through the gate, pausing briefly to sign a register.
Through the crowds we caught sight of a girl with long
brown hair dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. What shocked
everyone was her jewelry.
She had a small ring in her nose, eyebrow and lower
lip, plus more than 20 in her left ear. In her right ear
was a single grommet. It was a stud, hollow on the inside,
placed in the piercing to allow you to see through easily.
The hole had to have been at least an inch across. But we
barely noticed her face.
On her right arm were a series of 8 studs, 3 inches
across, piercing the skin of her forearm, creating a
ladder effect. On her left arm was a bracelet that disap-
eared under the skin 4 times, passing through 4 piercings
around her wrist.
Her right calf had a huge ring, almost a half inch
thick, that passed under about 2 inches of skin. From it
hung a 5 inch chain with a large siver ankh at the end.
As she walked, it bounced lightly against her anklet which
was similar to the braclet in that it pierced the skin 4
times. Her left calf had 4 studs on each side with small
chains connecting the ends.
From the center of her neck hung a thick silver ring
piercing the skin right below her adams apple, from whick
hung another silver ankh.
As she reached with her right hand to sign the register
we saw that the webbings between each finger, as well as
the tips had small steel rings through them. With a bit of
difficulty she signed her name.
My mom and dad were both in shock, as was a good deal
of the airport. Christine looked around for a minute and
recognized us. She waved her pierced hand and came over
running, the ankh on her calf bouncing wildly.
She hugged first Mom, then Dad, then me. I felt through
her thin t-shirt that there were more surprises to be found
under there.
She didn't talk like the kinky pervert that she seemed
to be. Her voice was soft and happy, greeting each one of
us genuinely. She told me how much I had grown and all the
other things that seldom seen relatives say to each other
when they meet.
The ride home was a silent one; Mom and Dad seemed to
still be in shock. Christine mentioned how beautiful the
countryside looked, how it was a good break from Miami,
etc.
My own heart was pounding as I stole looks at some of
her peircings, wondering how someone could do that to
themselves. Wondering what was hidden by her clothes. I
even caught myself wondering what it would feel like to
have one ot two of them myself.
When we got to the house Dad carried her suitcases into
the house and wandered off to the kitchen, no doubt to
smoke many cigarettes. Mom mentioned the sleeping arrange-
ments, her tone a distant one, as if she had other things
on her mind. I knew what she had on her mind.
"So, Suzy, why don't you show me your room. I'd like to
unpack my stuff and get a shower." She seemed to be uncon-
cious of the effect she had on us.
I led her upstairs and into my large room. She laid the
suitcases on her new bed and rummaged through one of the
bags, pulling out a bathroom bag, with make-up, shampoo's,
etc.
I had my own bathroom, with a stand-up shower. She said
it would only be a minute, and closed the door.
I listened as she locked the door, and began to disrobe.
I heard the sound of metal clanking against metal, driving
my curoisity wild.
"Could you hand me that small bag?" she asked.
I grabbed it from the dresser where she had left it and
approached the bathroom. She unlocked the door and reached
out her right arm, the one with the 8 studs. I could now
see her upper arm. She had somehow run a 1/2 inch thick
rod through the bicep muscle. It twiched as her muscle
moved.
I tried to peek into the bathroom but she snatched the
bag and closed the door. "I'll be out in a minute," she
repeated again.
When the water stopped she steped out and started drying
off. As she did so I heard again the clanking metal. The
door opened and what I saw almost made me faint.
Both of her biceps had one of those studs through it,
as did the under-arms. A few inches below her neck piercing
with the ankh hung another ring, this one very thick and 6
inches in diameter.
Her breasts were amazing. Each nipple had 5 rings through
it, starting at the tip and ending with one entering on one
side right where the pink of the areola starts, passing
under the nipple, and exiting the opposite side. From this
largest hung a heavy looking polished green stone. Each
breast had 5 of those 1/2 thick rods running through it.
The first one horozontaly, the one behind it veticaly, the
next diagonal, the next opposite diagonal. The last one ran
verticaly entering the bottom of the breast where it meets
the chest, and exiting the top near the collar bone. The
round bottom of the breast had several rings piercing the
skin at odd angles.
Her navel had a starburst piece of jewelry. Composed of
a ruby stone that sat in the center of the navel it had 12
tiny studs protruding equaly spaced, that pierced the skin
of the navel. The piercing was like a regualr navel pierce,
but just twelve of them in a circle.
About 5 inches above the navel another rod placed horoz-
ontaly pierced the 5 inches of skin. You could see the
outline of the rod under the tight skin of her stomach.
Each upper thigh had two horozontal rods, one above the
other. The lower thighs were covered with small rings.
I was not believing what I was seeing. I moved my eyes
towards her genitals, wondering what she could have done
there. The smooth skin of her pubic area, I found out later,
had been achieved by electroalisis.
First of all, the pubic skin had 3 rings on each side
of the lips, with a thick stud piercing her mound. The
outer labia each had 6 of those grommets that I could see
through. Through each hole ran another ring that pierced
the skin just outside of the lips. This had the effect of
permanently holding the outer labia open.
Each inner lip had more rings than I could count, 22 in
each as it turned out. They in turn had two curved metal
rods that ran through those rings. It was like two parenthesis
( ) and while it didn't pierce the skin, it held the inner
labia wide open.
The hood of the clitoris had 3 tiny rings attached to a
1 inch chain. The two outer chains went up and hooked to
the ends of the stud in the mound. The middle one with a
slightly longer chain, attached to a ring right above the
mound. They were all tight, and lifted the hood to where
it exposed the clitoris.
The clitoris had an immense ring, 1/2 inch thick with a
3 inch diameter through it. The clitoris, which miraculously
still functioned, also had two smaller rings behind the
first.
The skin just bellow the outer labia, right where it
joined, had 3 rings in it.
The most ambitious ring of all was an inch thick ring,
of 6 inch diameter that entered the bottom of the vagina
and somehow exited through the anal cavity. It made it very
difficult for her to sit down, but she managed to sit down
on her new bed.
"I can see that you have some interest in my modifications."
She said as if talking about something as simple as a coin
collection.
"I really don't know what to say. I didn't even think
some of those things were possible."
"I pushed the safety limits quite a few times," she said
smiling. "But it was worth it. Don't you just love it?"
"It's beautiful, but it's so... I don't know, weird. I
mean that thing," I said pointing to the monster ring
coming out of her anus.
"That was the toughest one. I had to have surgury several
times to make it possible. They had to put a canal from
the inside of the anal hole to the bottom of the vaginal
cavity. It's not as wide as I hoped to get it, but this
fits all the way though it," pointing to the huge ring.
"But how... How do you use the bathroom," I asked.
"Well, when I pee, it's a bit of a mess, but I've managed
to relearn that. The major problem is shiting. What I have
to do is give myself an enema each time to soften the stool,
then sit on the toilet. I always have to take a bath after-
wards though since it doesn't come out to neat." She smiled.
Amazed at what she had sacrificed for her rings, I asked
another question. "What about your vagina? It's contantly
held open..."
"I have this special moistener that I have to spray on
the whole thing every hour or two, or else it would dry out,"
she said showing me a spray can with medical writing on it.
"At night there is a gel that I put on it to keep it moist."
"What about your period?"
"Well, that's also kind of messy. I have a special kind
of tampon that works OK, but I have to safety pin it to the
inside in my vaginal wall to keep it in place." She leaned
over to get something on the floor and I noticed for the
first time her back. Using tiny studs, piercing the skin
hundreds of times, it made out a very complex geometrical
patern. It went all the way to cover the upper part of each
ass cheek.
Also for the first time I saw that each cheek was pierced
by a 1/4 thich rod that entered one side of the left cheek,
exited right near the anal cavity, entered the other cheek
in the same place and exited the opposite end. Suspended
in the middle by the rod was a metal fixture that held the
cheeks about 3 inches apart, making the anal ring's exit
easy to see.
She put her pierced hand on my shoulder and said, "I
know it's pretty wierd, but that's the idea. I love the
feeling of doing something SO crazy that people would think
I'm sick. It makes me horny."
"But look at what you can't do. Am I right in guessing
that even if you took out your metal that you would still
be unable to urinate and shit?"
"Actualy the vaginal and anal hardware can't be removed.
The anal ring is solid steel and would take a machine to
pry off, and that's if it weren't welded closed. The doctor
said that without the ring to keep the canal open, it would
destroy my anal cavity anyway, so it's really there for good.
Also, the clit ring can't be removed without essentialy cutting
the clit off. The grommets are removeable, but the outer
labia would never close like it used to, so I would have
to keep using the spray. And the navel starburst was assembled
in place."
I was even more shocked by this. Whatever she had done
was completely permanent. For the rest of her life!
"Can you have sex?"
"That I can do," she said proudly. "You know, when I
was younger, nobody noticed me. I mean it was all I could
do to get a boy to talk to me. Now I don't go anywhere that
I don't get noticed!"
"I can imagine."
"I started this when I was 14. I got the nose fing first,
because I thought it would make people notice me. Then I
pierced the navel. That was a real turn on to some people."
"But there are so many."
"I know. Once I got started I couldn't stop. Next thing
I know I'm in the doctor's office asking if this was possible,"
she said this while lovingly caressing her anal/vaginal
ring. She rotated it through the piercing, as if to show
that it really went through.
"I can't imagine myself with anything like that."
She looked at me a strange way and put her pierced hand
on my leg. "I saw the facination in your eyes. I could see
you fantasizing about it. I think you can imagine." She
smiled.
"Well, maybe a little, but not that much. It's almost
like being handicaped! You can't wear regular pants, you
can't sit on anything without a cushion."
"I know, but like I say it's worth it. For instance,
watch this..." She opened her bag and pulled out two pieces
of black silk, just under a foot long, and three inches
wide.
"I can't wear a regular bathing suit for obvious reasons,
but look at this." She removed the first vertical rod from
her right breast. It left a noticeable entrance and exit
hole. She twisted one end of the silk material and ran it
into the bottom hole. With a little bit of manouvering it
exited the top hole. She pulled the end out and attached
it to the other end. She pulled the bottom and let the place
where the two ends met vanish into the piercing. She spread
the material to it's full three inches width, just barely
covering the areola. She did the same with the other breast.
"This it pretty cool, but I got this next idea from a
story I read." She then opened each of the nipple rings to
allow the thin material to pass through each of the five
hoops, then closed the rings again. Now the areola was
quite exposed, but the nipple was not. "Wild, eh?"
I was amazed, and nodded silently.
She removed this arangement and replaced the rods. "I
hate to cover up anything I don't have to though."
Then she walked over to the door of my room, still
without any clothing, and opened it. "I'm going to see if
your mother has any hair spray. I'll be right back."
I ran to the door and saw her walking down the steps,
her pierced and spread ass facing me. I didn't dare follow
her, but I soon heard my mother scream in surprise. A
second later I heard my father do the same.
---continued in part two---
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