Six Masters Island - De Lucia's Slaves by Candace Smith

woman.   “You will be pleased that is a procedure that you only experience one time.”   She waited.   “Acknowledge me, girl.”
    “Yes, Mistress,” Fallon rasped out.
    The woman approached her with a laser instrument, and permanently shaped her brows, arching them to perfectly show off the cat green eyes that were undoubtedly the girl’s most unique feature.   She stood and rolled a metal cart beside the table.   “Have you decided on the rings?”
    “Nipples and clit, of course.”
    Fallon felt her pussy lips lightly squeezed.   “She has plenty of meat on her labia.   Sienna will have it done when she sees them anyway, to expose her for whipping.”
    Dawson ran his hands through his hair.   “Might as well go ahead, then.   I’ll already have to wait for the rest to heal, so there’s no sense in delaying Sienna’s training unnecessarily.”
    Fallon was still shocked and recuperating from the peeling, and the words the horrible people were speaking did not sink in until she saw the woman lift up forceps and a needle.   “No,” she shrieked in her raspy voice.   “Please,” she begged.
    The doctor glanced at the girl’s ears and turned to Dawson and smiled.   No pierced holes for earrings, and the only women who had come through the training like that were terrified of needles.   Dawson had noticed the same trait, and he knew that Adela would pass the information onto Brian.   His brother became euphoric over that particular slow torture.
    “You will thank Mistress Adela for each of the beautiful rings,” Dawson ordered.
    The green eyes were wide with panic as the forceps squeezed the base of one dusky rose nipple.   Fallon snapped and screamed, “Please… please let me go home.”   As the long needle approached the standing bud, she shrieked.
    Adela’s eyes never stopped gazing at her trembling target, and she squeezed the forceps constricting the blood in the spongy dark tip, and she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth in ecstasy when the girl screamed as the needle pushed through.   By the time she absorbed the girl’s panicked wails with the insertion of the ring, her panties were damp.   Fresia, the little slave bound and hanging in Adela’s quarters, was in for a workout when she was finished.
    Fallon wailed miserably when the forceps clamped down on her other nipple, and she began sobbing nonsensical pleas… anything she thought they might want to hear, to make them stop.   “Ppplease… Mmmaster… nnno,” the needle steadily progressed to the tip.   “Nnno… oh, god… ppplease, Mmmistress.”
    Adela finished inserting the other ring, and smiled sadistically at the shining green eyes drenched with tears from her fright and misery.   She leaned down and said, just loud enough for Dawson to hear, “Let’s get that little clitty of yours hard enough to handle a good grip.”
    “Aaaah… oh, god… oh, god no.   Please…” Fallon shrieked in terror.
    “As much as I’m enjoying her compliments, I think you’ll have to gag her so I can concentrate for this,” Adela chuckled as she rolled the table towards Fallon’s hips and walked between her thighs.
    Dawson retrieved a gag, and Fallon begged when he pushed it towards her mouth.   “Please… please don’t let her… I’ll do anything.”
    Her pleading was silenced by the muffling sponge, and Dawson stroked her forehead until her eyes widened and she shrieked at the squeeze of the forceps on the base of her clit.   “You’ll do whatever I desire anyway, Fallon.   As I have already told you, I control everything you say, think and feel.”
    She screamed behind the absorbent wall of the gag while her clit and labia were pierced, but Dawson and Adela both noticed she never lost consciousness through her terror.   “Sienna might be able to double trait this one for pain,” Adela noted.
    “Not if we can’t control the screaming.”
    Adela’s aroused icy glare looked up at him.   “Some of us enjoy