Bamgin suddenly pinches my clit. That’s all it takes to send me off the planet, floating out of my body as waves of pleasure consume me. I’m gripping the pacifier with my lips, arching my butt off the table, and moaning. All modesty fled the universe in the last two weeks.
Nanish pierces my titty, which surprises me for a moment. It’s not necessary. His saliva alone seeping into the piercing is enough to drive my arousal through the roof.
I realize in a few seconds that he didn’t inject me with an aphrodisiac this time. I’m quickly calming.
Bamgin holds up an object I’ve never seen before. I’m a smart gal, though, especially since these two have been filling both my holes with dildos and plugs for nearly two weeks. The double ended toy is about to go into both my holes.
Sure enough, he covers both phallic ends with lube, lines it up with my pussy and my bottom, and eases the naughtiest toy I’ve ever seen into my body. The two ends are thick. The stretch is enough to leave me panting.
I whimper as he closes a diaper around me. I shouldn’t be surprised. They often leave toys inside me while I nap. But this one is new. It’s making me squirm.
When my Papis release me from all the straps, I can’t keep from kicking my legs out and reaching down to cup my breasts.
Bamgin lifts me into his arms and carries me to the crib. As soon as he lays me down, he guides one of my arms up beside my head.
I twist to see what he’s doing as something wraps around my wrist. My panting increases when Nanish does the same on the other side, securing my arms. They aren’t pulled high and tight like on the changing table. I have some room to move and wiggle, but I can’t lower them.
Nanish kisses my forehead. “We’ll restrain your hands when you’re in your crib for a few weeks or months to help you learn to keep your naughty fingers away from your titties. I know they feel sensitive and greedy. It’s hard at first for Little girls to avoid touching them. You’ll learn.”
I can’t catch my breath. Being restrained makes me horny. The double plug is making me horny. The fact that they haven’t made love to me yet makes me horny. The orgasm I just had even makes me horny. It wasn’t enough.
The nick to my titty only calmed me for a few seconds. I’m crawling out of my skin now.
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.
