Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Becoming Mine (Mf Sm/Cons/Pica/Tort Trib) Story code translation: Sm/Cons/Picu/Tort= Sadomasochistic concentual picaristic torture. Trib is tribado. If you're wondering how Consent, Torture, and Picurizm work together, read on. "Nice ink" I turned to see the little prostitot, followed her as she took the scenic route around me. "Thanks," she was cute, cleaner than the rest of the jail bait around here. The threads, as few as there where, looked expensive too. Not the usual Hottopic trash. "Lacey," she offered her hand. I didn't kiss it like she wanted me too, but I did notice "FUCK" cut into the knuckles. "Nice stigmata," that's what they where calling it these days. She curled her hand over to glance at it absently, "Cheaper than tattoos." I chuckled, "How old are you?" "Fifteen," she might've lied, but I took her word for it. "You got three years to decide what you want," I figured. Her narrow shoulders bounced, "Unless I find someone to do it for me." I shrugged back, "That's what I do." "Would you do me?" I wondered how much she ment that. "Sure," I figured I'd find out. It'd piss off her parents, but that was probably the idea. She had "Notice me" written all over her in all but actuality. "Where's your shop?" she looked around uselessly. I laughed, "I can't take you there," especially after being fired for getting a little too freindly with one of the customers, "It wouldn't look right." I couldn't help it, just doing all those nipples nearly got me off. All it took was a handfull of bleeding tip to push me over the edge. "I got gear at home, though." Probably would've gotten away with it if I'd been her kind of girl. "Okay," I started walking back, just assuming she followed. I didn't have a plan, but a lot of possibilities floated through my head. Hopefully she'd consent to at least some of what I had in mind. She probably wouldn't turn me in, since she's the one who wanted the illegal work. Fortunately, I hadn't gone far. She caught up as I was unlocking. I didn't bother about neighbors, there wheren't any close enough to see how young she was, and I had lots of girls in here. "Nice place," I guess she was being polite. Honestly, I didn't know anybody who was all that offended by my mess. "It's more sterile in the bedroom," I checked her pretty face for any reaction. There was none, but I still bet she hadn't heard that one before. It happened to be true, I kept it that way for some of my more sanitation critical pastimes. I even slept in the only other room in the apartment, other than the bathroom, and kitchen. "You want to hang out for a while first?" "Sure," she sank down onto the futon. Hard to believe those legs could support her weight, much less move her around with such grace. I pulled up beside her, and took the lamp shade off the bong. "Smoke?" I lit up anyway. She didn't answer, just took it when I was done. Both of us could hold it in untill the other took a hit, so I got to study her some more in silence. She was tall, maybe 5'9 subtracting the heels, and she might have had some more growing to do. All of it was in the limbs, so she had a nice compact torso. No sign of a gut, and nowhere to hide it, her C cup bra was visible through the floral weeve of her top. It was pink, to contrast with her green eyes, and underwear. "So what can I do for you today?" the half a bowl didn't last too long. "What're you charging?" she blew out her last hit. "I go by peice," I shrugged, "Besides, I don't have a tat gun with me." "Then why did I come here?" she stood up. "Hang on, " I gently took her arm, "We can draw some flash, and I can still do peircings." That was actually my specialty, and what I liked to do. I could trace drawn designs, though. She sat back down, possibly out of laziness. I didn't know her well enough to say how the grass effected her. "Do you have anything in mind?" "I thought about it," she shure shrugged a lot. "Let's start with where," I pointed at her hand, "I can do stuff like that free-hand once I get my gun." "It's not that great," She checked her left hand again, "and I seen it before." Water pipe back in disguise, I got out one of my sketch pads, and flipped back toward a blank page. "That looks neat," I noticed her right hand was unadorned, and that she was right handed. "Want something like that?" I didn't even mean for her to see it. Then again, it was a woman arching her body over the spike impaling her. I always liked that trick. "I got that done,!" I turned to pull up my shirt. "Nice!" her hand petted it on my shoulder blade, so I just took off my shirt. "You got your nipples peirced?" She noticed when I sat back. "Did them myself," among others. I couldn't do my tongue, and most of the ink was training peices. "How did it feel?" she was a little breathless. "Only one way to find out," I raised my eyebrows, twice. "Does it hurt?" she narrowed her eyes. I laughed, "Depends on how much you like pain." When she licked her lips, I took it as a sign. Gently, I took her hand, and lifted it to my chest. Her fingers brushed one of the studs, harding the flesh it was through. I slipped my hand up her arm, feeling the smooth flawlessness of her flesh. I swear, skin doesn't fell the same after puberty, but hers was as fresh as any I've felt. She didn't resist me pulling her in, and her mouth graciously accepted mine. She tasted like two kinds of smoke, and some fruity lip gloss. I had a hand free, untill I reached up to touch her cheast. Even through both layers of lace, I could feel her flesh give with just the right amount of firmness. I never even thought she had falsies, but I wouldn't be a bit surpised when she got some. Reluctantly, I let go to work my way down the buttons of her top. She made no effort to stop me, just kept playing with the jewelry in my nipples, and tongue. Thankfully, there were only three, and she let me slide it over her shoulders. That left my hands behind her, so I followed her bra strap to the clasp. She sighed like a horse when you take off it's saddle, and let it fall into our laps. Eagerly, I let my hands return to the front. I could feel the creases from the lingerie', the only thing that marred her perfect flesh. There was also the texture of the lace printed over them, which I ignored to reach the tips. They where already erect in anticipation, so I let my thumb prints brush gently over them. She sighed into my mouth, and I happily drank her breath. I could feel heat spread under my hands, wash across her chest. I was so glad she didn't have inverted nipples, or anything like that. They where the simple flat disks, with nice big studs in the center, the easiest to peirce. I could work with just about anything, but I didn't need the extra complication. She lay back willingly to my gentle nudging, and we finally broke free from each other's lips. "Beautifull," I gased down on her naked perfection. She smiled at the compliment, and closed her eyes. Her Breasts rose with a breath of pride, then fell in a sigh. My mouth, watering from hers hungered for them, so I permitted a feast. First, but a peck to each, then a couple deeper kisses. After each, I exhailed, then pursed my lips to blow them dry. Goose bumps rippled out, like the hot flush, and crowning erections. She let out a sound, more whine than moan. Then she sucked in as I brought my teeth into play. At first, just a gentle nip apeice, I followed it with slightly harder bites, and pulled back to let them pop back to shape. "Ah!" "Too much?" I asked after the first one. She just shook her head almost spasticly, and pushed mine back down to the other one. She let out a ragged breath as the seccond teat snapped back from my teeth, so I proceeded. "Tell me when I go far," I headed back, and once again took the hot little nugget in my incisors. This time, I carefully sheared them back, and forth, rolling it between my canines. "Uh," she started, "UhhhHHHHH!" Her hips came up, pressing her belly into my chest, and crotch against my midriff. I sank down, letting her grind into me through the fabric of her skirt. Her hands clawed at it, pulling the lace between us to expose her panties. I didn't even bother looking down, but I noticed a dampness against me, more lace soaked through with lust. She found my navel as I sawed at her other nipple, fucking into me with her hard-in. Her skinny legs hooked on mine, pulled her against me with admirable strength. "Oh, fuck!" she shuddered under me, started shaking, arching like an epileptic. I just held on, kissing, and laping at her throat, breasts, washboard of sternum between them. After riding it out, I climbed off her panting body. "Fuck!" she gasped for air, "I didn't know I could cum like that." "That good?" I grinned down at her. "I almost got off just from my nipples!" her eyes where wide, lips plumped and red with blood. Her cheeks burned, all the way down her throat, and over her whole torso. Below that, her undies where drenched, and I felt a thick drop roll down my abdomen. No makeup could recreate that effect, no amount of blush, or lipstic fake the signs of sincere arousal. Her beauty was almost blinding when she was like that. "Oh," she looked down to notice the obvious pressure in my pants. "Can I help you with that?" "I doubt it," I admitted truthfully, "I don't get off like most guys." "Really?" she looked momentarilly insulted, "How so?" "Just let me peirce you," I sighed, balls already aching for release, "I think you're nipples are ready." "Sure," I sighed with relief, brifly terrified that she wouldn't go through with it, "I probably won't even fel it after that." "That was the idea," I helped her up, and towed her back by the hand. Nude, I could see thousands of scratches in various stages of healing all the way up her arm. I guessed she'd been at it for at least half a year to create such a collection. I couldn't be bothered with it now, I was in such a rush to get this done. "Wow!"she looked around my room. It was almost austere, dominated by the gynacological bench in the dead center. "What do you do in here?" she grinned slyly while letting the hip strap slide through her hand. "Have a seat," please. It was getting downright painfull. She plopped down obediently, pert tits barely bouncing. "Lay back," she did while I pulled out a drawer. The alcahol swab caused her shrinking tip to pop out again as it evaporated I quickly put on a single glove, and pulled the tray out of my personal autoclave. She arched to recieve the sponge clamp, then shrank back with a gasp when it clicked tight. "Ouwe!" I ignored her cry, and qouckly threaded a stud into the hollow needle. "Hold still," she sucked in a breath, and held it. My shaking hand locked down rock steady just before the tip touched her. I grabbed her other tit bare handed, "Now," and popped it through. The pressure broke loose in my pants, pumped out in arterial pulses. I gasped, and moaned, pinched her untouched tip while I wet myself. "Ugh!" god it felt good. After so much lead up, it made me dizzy with release. I steaddied myself on her chest, opened my eyes to see her watching me intently, and chewing her lip. Another contraction hit, and my eyes slammed shut momentairilly. Blood punded in my ears, a double beat to the twitches in my britches. "What kind of perv are you?" she asked in wonder as I subsided. "Idunno," I managed breathlessly, "If they got a word for it, I never heard it."