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The old building that Sir Jimmy Crystal decided was to be your resting place for the next few days was drab. Most buildings were, after all the people who maintained them died, but this one particularly so. Whatever it was previously, there had been little need for windows. The only light inside was a slither from a glass slit in the doorway, the brightness dimmed by a thick layer of grime which coated either side of the door. The Jimmies had laid out their bedding and set up their temporary camp, Snake and Jones chatting quietly while all the others were occupied with their own activities. Jimmima hummed some tune you couldn't place, one which made a grin spread across Jimmy Crystal's face.
It seemed that only you were reeling from the weeks earlier events. They had shown up to your camp unexpectedly, talking of charity and helping people. You should have known better, nobody in this forsaken land wants to help anyone else. They delivered their charity, skinned and burnt the people you had survived with, carved them open and laughed with sadistic glee at the agony they caused. You could still see it if you shut your eyes, the exposed flesh, the smell of cooked meat, the ear shattering screams which seemed to haunt your every move.
At first you thought you were dead, that they would get to you and slaughter you without hesitation the same as everyone else. You're not sure if it's better or worse that they didn't. Rather than killing you, Jimmy Crystal had given you an opportunity. Pick one of them, if you kill them then you win. Winning means survival, winning makes you one of them. You won, you fought like a wild animal but you won with a strike of pure luck which severed the artery of the man you chose to fight. You're still not sure what his name was, but it doesn't feel right to ask. It wouldn't matter anyway.
Jimmy Crystal had smiled at you then, declared you - shaking, bloody, desperate you - to be one of his chosen ones. One of his fingers, part of his fist which will deliver charity to all they come across. You didn't speak, he didn't seem to mind. Instead, in a haze, you caught the bloody wig thrown at you and silently followed them.
You were snapped back to reality by the sight of sudden movement, your breath catching as you half expected one of them to be lunging at you with a blade. That was not the case, instead, Jimmy Ink had stood up facing away from you. She had taken off the top half of her tracksuit, leaving her in the dark red pants and a cropped grey top. You inhaled sharply, her back was exposed to you and you could see the black ink across her body, stretching up her spine and around her shoulders, down her arms and stopping just before her elbows. A hot feeling stirred in your gut as you stared at her, tracing the defined muscles of her body while she stretched.
"I suppose that's why you're called Ink" you murmured, eyes still tracing the lines of her body. She turned to you then, your murmur too loud amongst the quiet of the group.
"mhm, glad you're smart enough to piece that together," she deadpanned, you felt your face flush at her tone. "It's not all I do though, c'mon, show her Snake."
Jimmy Snake rolled his eyes, he stuck his tongue out to you and you noticed a little metal bar which had been pierced through the flesh. He wiggled it around a moment before it was gone, turning back to continue his quiet conversation with Jones.
"Cried like a bitch when I did that," Ink laughed, "most do."
You smiled when she laughed, though it was probably more of a grimace. "Do you do that a lot?"
"What?" she responded, "Stick bits of metal through people? sometimes, if they want me to, I always keep my kit on hand for if someone decides they want it"
Jimmy Shite snorted, "yeah, though she made me do it for this one guy who wanted one on the top of his-"
"Don't remind me of that" groaned Ink, her face scrunched up as she was forced to remember. "It was awful"
Shite just laughed, going back to whatever he had been doing before. There was a brief lull while Jimmy Ink watched you, then she spoke again.
"D'ya want some?"
You opened your mouth to deny but paused, while you were concerned about the prospect of pain you couldn't help but feel intrigued at the idea. You nodded and a grin - the first you had seen since joining the group - broke out on her face. She turned away from you again and dug around in her bag, pulling out a small bag. Turning back, she motioned with her head for you to follow her and with only some hesitation you did.
With a quick glance back you saw Jimmy Crystal watch you both walk away, further into the building, but he didn't stop you.
You followed Ink quietly, the sounds of the others faded as she wandered around before she found what she was looking for. She led you into an enclosed room, small with a chair lain out in the middle. The only light came from a skylight above you both, the chair was large, tilted back and it actually looked comfortable aside from the dust and grime which coated it.
Ink brushed her hands over it, clearing it, before she patted it as an indicator for you to sit. You did with little complaints, and she shut the door behind you both. You felt nervous now, suddenly aware of how you were both alone.
"So, where abouts do you want it?" Ink spoke up, her eyes wandered up and down your body as though she was already picturing where she wanted to pierce your skin.
"uhm," you stuttered out, "im, im not sure"
Ink didn't seem surprised by this, instead nodding, "well, most people go for the face, ears, nose, lip, tongue even like Snake out there. Others go elsewhere, belly, tits-"
"Tits?" you interrupted, flushing as she smirked at you with a knowing look.
"Aye, tits, apparently the experience can be quite... enjoyable" her voice dropped an octave on that last word and your breath caught. She leaned towards you slowly, her eyes fixed on yours and her face smirking.
"Do you want that?" she asked in a low tone, "do you want me to pierce your tits baby?"
The combination of her words and the petname made you squeeze your thighs together instinctively, you couldn't bring yourself to verbally respond but looked away as you nodded the affirmative.
You felt her place a hand on your thigh, "take your shirt off, I'll get the needle."
Her hand retracted and you did as she said, shaking slightly as you pulled off your top and left yourself bare to her. The room wasn't cold thankfully, but you still crossed your arms over your chest in embarrassment. Jimmy Ink stood up, you saw a glint of a needle in one hand, she shook her head as she looked at you.
"Im going to need you to move your arms baby," you moved your arms without hesitation, her tone and the nickname making you do things before you could even consider your actions. "Good girl."
You suppressed a whimper at her words, you couldn't even pretend not to be turned on by her anymore- the growing wetness between your thighs being evidence of it.
A gasp left your mouth, she had grabbed one of your breasts without hesitation. squeezing the mound in her hand as she hummed to herself. Her eyes were fixed to your breast, completely ignoring your choked noises as she squeezed and kneaded your tit.
"Don't worry baby, just make it easier to pierce them," She moved her other hand, taking the needle between her teeth so she could use both of them on your chest.
Her hands were warm and rough, calloused from years of fighting and surviving. She wasn't gentle, her touch bordering on painful but still making you breathless as your body writhed beneath her hands. You pushed your chest up into her hands before pulling away sharply, your body unable to decide whether it wanted her touch or hated it. She grunted at your movement, her hands chasing after you.
She let out an annoyed hum, her hands pulling away from your chest as you whimpered. You inhaled sharply at the warm pressure on top of you, she had moved herself to straddle your thighs, her hips pressing down against you. She caught your eyes with a smirk, feeling you press your legs together underneath her. Then her hands were back on your breasts.
You moaned as she began her assault again, this time she had begun to tug and twist your nipples. You felt yourself go dizzy at the feeling, the heat between your thighs growing more and more unbearable. She pulled one of her hands back, bringing it down again hard with a loud 'SMACK'.
Your breath caught at the action, body arching upwards as she repeated the action pulling a choked whimper from you. She slapped your breasts again, alternating between groping and slapping them. Your chest was red from the abuse, nipples hard and swollen, sensitive to even the slightest brush. She laughed when you began to cry, hot wet tears running down your cheeks as you winced and moaned with every strike or squeeze.
Finally, she let up, pinching your nipples hard before both of her hands retreated back. She took the needle from her mouth, "you're so pretty like this baby," she cupped your cheek, stroking your tears with her thumb as she smiled down at you, "so pretty when you cry, i thought it would have taken more but apparently you're so pathetic that it doesn't take much at all hm?"
Your hips buck up into her at the praise and she just laughs, she moves the hand on your face to grip your chin as you look up at her. "Admit it" she tells you, you go to shake your head but her hand forces you to remain still. "Admit it" she all but orders you, her voice firmer than before.
You open your mouth, eyes darting everywhere but her face as you feel your cheeks go red. "I- I'm pathetic," you whisper out, "Im pathetic" you repeat, louder this time. She smiles at you again, forcing your head to nod as she moves your chin. You feel yourself clench around nothing at the degradation, ashamedly turned on by her words and the admission she made you voice.
"That you are baby, that you are, how about I give you what you want now hm? since you've been so good for me." For one delirious moment, you think she might mean pushing her hand between your thighs and giving you what you want there. Instead, she brings the needle into frame and you are reminded as to where this all started.
She lets go of your chin, her hand coming back down to your breast while the other one holds the needle. Then she bends down, bringing her head to your breast, and wraps her lips around your nipple before sucking harshly.
Your head falls back with a loud moan, the feeling of a sharp bolt of unexpected pleasure that leaves you aching for more. She pulls back and part of you wants to grab her hair and force her head back down but you resist.
"Just wanted to make sure it was all nice and hard for me" she says, bringing the needle closer to your flesh. She studies your breast for a moment, before bringing the needle right to the edge of the skin of your nipple. She hesitates there a moment, flicking her eyes to look at your face before you feel a sharp pain.
The pain is accompanied by a flood of wetness between your thighs and a broken whimper escaping your mouth, your eyes tear up and you struggle to keep them open as she pushes the needle through your flesh. You feel it move under your skin, slowly, then the pressure as it breaks through the other side. Then it's done.
The needle sticks out on either side of your hard nipple, the metallic glint a sharp contrast to your skin. You wince when she flicks the needle, the motion creating a sharp pain which isn't entirely unpleasant. a single drop of blood seeps from the wound, her eyes follow it as it trails down your breast. She tilted her head down again and you sucked in a sharp breath as you felt her tongue touch your skin.
She dragged it up, following the red line left behind until she got to the piercing itself. You winced as you felt her trace the edge of the wound, you opened your mouth to complain but instead a pained moan escaped as she wrapped her lips around your now pierced nipple and sucked hard. Your eyes rolled back as you felt her roll the piercing in her mouth, each movement tugging at the metal and sparking pain that radiated across your chest.
She let go of your nipple, her mouth barely moving away at all- just enough that you could feel her hot breath as she panted against your chest. Her eyes were dark, her cheeks painted with an uncharacteristic flush and you noticed the faint red mark on her lip.
Blood. It was your blood specifically, you were fixated on the mark. That little part of you still stuck to her, she licked her lips and it was gone; you couldn't help but shiver at the idea that part of you was inside of her now.
You pressed your thighs together, trying to get any relief from the heat between them. She ignored your action, instead bringing her hand to trace around your now pierced nipple. She tugged at the metal lightly with her thumb and forefinger grinning at the wince it drew from you as you felt the metal scrape against raw flesh.
Without much ceremony, she turned to your other breast and began to trail hot kisses on its underside. The touch was feather-like at the start, barely noticeable, gradually she got more aggressive until every press of her mouth felt like a knife.
She left marks, sucking your skin into her mouth before biting hard enough to draw a cry from you. You felt her laugh against your chest as you panted, breathless.
Slowly, she dragged her mouth from the underside of your breast to the side, inching closer and closer to where you both craved and dreaded her inevitable touch.
The moment you felt her lips wrap around you again, you knew you were doomed. Her mouth was hot and wet on your breast, she sucked your nipple hard and you let out a broken moan when you felt her bite gently on it.
She continued her ministrations, biting lightly and sucking and tracing her tongue around that part of you. Finally, she pulled back.
A thin line of spit connected you to her and you watched it stretch as she pulled back, before it finally broke and fluttered down to land against your body.
Her face was red, eyes dark and fixed on you. She was breathing hard, almost as hard as you, like she had been the one who was getting touched and tormented like this.
She grinned at you and you saw her raise a different needle. You tensed, not out of fear but out of anticipation. Against your better judgement, you were desperate for her to push that small sharp thing inside you. You craved to whine as you felt the sharp sting as it pierced through your skin and slid along the open wound, you wanted to moan as you felt that sudden relief as it pushed and breached the other side of your skin.
As though she could read your mind, she didn't bring the needle to where you wanted it most. Instead, she dragged the sharp end across the skin of your chest. It left faint red marks and you couldn't help the pang of disappointment when you thought about how quickly they would fade.
She continued this, ignoring you as you twisted and writhed when she reached sensitive points. She began to press down harder, drawing deeper marks which left angry red streaks across your skin. You winced as one of the drags cut deep enough to split the skin, blood began to well to the surface and spilled over the edges of the thin cut. It trailed down your chest, pooling between your breasts and you noticed how Ink's breath caught as she looked on.
Enraptured by the blood, she touched it with two fingers and began to spread it across your chest leaving red stains. She took her bloodstained fingers to her face and studied them for a moment before sucking them into her mouth, you stared as she locked the blood from the digits with a moan that you swear made you dizzy with want. She brought her spit slicked fingers to the wound on your chest and pushed at it, you cried as she poked and prodded at the cut; as though she were trying to force her fingers inside of you.
The edges of the cut became flared and angry as she pressed and scratched at it, drawing more blood and cries from your throat. Your throat felt blocked, tears streaked down your face and your vision was blurred from the overwhelming pain which she was causing. You wanted to open your mouth and speak, ask her to stop, beg her to, but you couldn't get the words out as you choked on a whimper with each touch she gave.
You barely realised she had stopped, your heart pounding in your ears and the sting on your chest dulling to a constant throb. She didn't give you any reprieve, instead pushing the needle through the skin of your nipple without any hesitation. The action was quick, faster than the previous one, it stung more and you were barely able to savour the pleasant sting before it morphed into something more sinister as she tugged on both sides of the needle.
Finally she sat back, comfortable on your thighs, her hand pressed against your stomach as she looked at the mess you were. Your face tearstained, your chest red and bloody, nipples puffy and glinting with the sharp metal she had forced through them. You felt her press herself down against you as she stared, subtly grinding her hips on you.
"Im tempted just to leave you like this," She stared unashamedly at your chest while she spoke, "but then again, I want to see how you look with 'em in."
She flicked one of the needles, your hips bucked without thought and you felt the hand on your stomach drag slightly lower.
"Please" the word escaped your mouth, desperate and breathy, you weren't sure what you were begging for but she seemed to understand regardless.
"Wow, damn, maybe you are more pathetic than I thought." She teased, "does pain work you up baby?" as she said that, the hand not on your stomach pushed slightly into your cut once again. The moan that came out was hoarse and desperate but she just laughed, without much further comment the hand on your stomach pushed down to your waistline.
It remained there, teasing, scratching lightly at the skin there while you arched your hips to try and push her hand down further. Another pathetic "please" was all it took for her to concede, she pushed her hand under the waistband of your pants, past the thick of curls, and right to where you wanted it most.
The sound that you let out when you felt her touch you was loud, akin to a wounded cry more than a moan. It was accompanied by her own groan as she felt the unrelenting wetness that lay there, her fingers moved against you easily and she spread your slick up and down your slit. You dragged in ragged lungfulls of air, hips jerking as she bumped into your clit but refused to give it attention. Her fingers were rough, the callousness of her skin providing a pleasant friction. She circled your entrance, gathering your slick and spreading it around. She pushed, only slightly, but you were wet enough that you felt her slide inside of you.
It wasn't deep, only just the tips of two of her fingers. It was enough though, your jaw dropped open as you felt her press against the nerves there. Her eyes were focused on the point where her hand disappeared under your waistband, she began to push harder, sliding herself deeper inside of you as you let out breathless whines. Finally, she was knuckle deep inside of you, you could feel her digits inside as you clenched and unclenched around her.
Then she curled her fingers, you couldn't stop your eyes from rolling back or the loud moan that came from as a result of her action. You felt the rough pads of her fingers press into the soft fleshy wall inside of you, curling hard and pressing in a way which made tears prick in your eyes.
She pulled out slightly, then pressed back into you while curling her fingers again. She grinned at the sounds which you let out, repeating the motion again and again until she was fucking into you. Her thrusts became harder and harder, your own hips bucking up to meet her movements and force her deeper inside of you. You could feel a pressure start to build in your gut, one which made you pant harder and your brain go fuzzy. You couldn't think, all you could focus on was her inside of you and the pleasure which each thrust brought you. You didn't notice her other hand move back to your chest.
she squeezed your breast hard, your nipple - needle still poking through where she left it - squeezed between two of her fingers as she groped you. Then she grabbed the metal, tugged it hard and you clenched around her in response. She twisted it and you clenched harder, a pained cry escaping you at the feeling. You were crying again, sniffling as you moaned and whined, completely overwhelmed by how she was making you feel.
her hand moved to the cut on your chest, scratching slightly at the dried blood there which prompted a fresh stream to begin to well and bleed from the wound. She caught a few droplets on her thumb, bringing her red-stained thumb to your mouth and forcing it against your lips. She didn't wait, didn't ask, the next cry that escaped you was accompanied by her thumb forcing its way inside of your mouth. Your tongue wrapped around her thumb, the coppery taste exploding your senses as you licked your own blood from her thumb. Once it was clean and wet with spit she retracted it, bringing it up to her own mouth.
You clenched hard, your mouth dropping open as you watched her take her thumb into her own mouth. The unashamed moan she let out at the taste of you would forever live in your mind, she retracted it quickly and leant over you. The movement shifted the angle of her fingers inside of you and you felt that pressure inside of you grow more with each thrust she made.
Her mouth hovered over yours for barely a moment, then she was pressing up against you. Your lips clashed, her mouth hot and wet against yours. The kiss was one of passion and want, desperate as she took your bottom lip between hers and sucked. She kissed you like she was trying to eat you alive, you moaned at the feeling. She bit your lips and licked the blood which came when she bit too hard. She barely stopped kissing you, only pulling back to suck in a few deep lungfulls of air before pressing against you again.
All this time she had continued thrusting and curling her fingers inside of you, you were delirious with pleasure as each thrust drove you closer and closer to your peak. Her hand shifted and you felt her thumb brush against your clit, it was un-cooderinated and messy but it was enough to stop you from being able to do anything other than take it. She kissed you while you could barely move your lips to respond as you moaned and whined and panted, she worked you harder and harder until you were so close.
You thought you might have been begging then, pleading for her to make you come, or perhaps it was just the desperate noises escaping you that led to her tugging on the needle piercing through your skin. The sharp pain it caused launched you over the edge and you shook with pleasure. Your mouth opened with a soundless scream, legs shaking as your muscles clenched hard around her. She didn't stop moving through it, just kept fucking you hard until you were wincing from overstimulation.
you whined, feeling her fingers drag against the inside of you as she pulled out and thrusted back in- hyperaware of every brush her thumb now made against you clit, of the ache radiating across your chest. She pulled out slowly, her fingers sliding out of you before her hand pulled from beneath your waistband. Her fingers came out wet and you watched hazily as she licked you clean from them with a smile. You panted where you lay, you barely noticed her digging in her bag and pulling something else until you once again felt the needle in your skin move.
You couldn't help your hips jerking as she slid the needle out and the metal bars of the piercing through, tightening a small ball on the end to keep it in place. Despite having just come, your clit pulsed- desperate for attention. Without thinking you acted on instinct, pushing your own hand down between your thighs to touch yourself. She didn't stop you, just watched in momentary surprise before smirking.
"God, you really are desperate. Didn't you just come?" she teased, she moved her hand to grab at your wrist. She didn't pull your hand out, instead pushing her own underneath your waistband again to intertwine with yours. She moved your hand for you, you were touching yourself but she was the one with full control. She forced you to keep touching yourself even as you began to struggle and moan, forcing you to keep the same consistent pace without break.
Your clit was hard under your own touch, each touch was like an electrocution of pleasure which built up again and again. You came again, clenching around nothing as your hips arched upwards into your intertwined hands. You collapsed back, completely boneless. You barely noticed as she finished her work and replaced the other needle with the bar to match your other piercing.
She stroked your hair while you lay on the table, shirtless, your breasts glinting with metal piercing through your nipple. The red marks painting your chest made it look as though you had been attacked by a wild animal, you were a mess. She just smiled as she spoke.
"I suppose you'll have to pay me back some other time huh?" she didn't wait for a response before continuing, "maybe I can show you some of my piercings. Or give you some other ones" she finished in a low, flirting tone.
"Come on," she threw your shirt at you, you put it on, still dazed and wincing occasionally as the fabric brushed your new piercings. "Jimmy's gonna think we ran off"
She took your hand, intertwing your fingers in a way that made you blush. She led you back through the building and to where the rest of the group was. Jimmy Crystal barely glanced at you, a quick acknowledgement of your return before he returned to Jimmima who was doing her 'Tubby Dance'. Ink led you to where her bedding was laid out and gestured for you to sit, you did without complaint and she moved.
She came back moments later with your bag, she shifted your things from where they were already laid out to be next to hers; your bed roll pressed up against hers. It was a statement, one which you were too exhausted to think about or contest. You ignored the snort from across the room as Jimmy Snake saw you both, he rolled his eyes at Ink's glare but shot you a sly smile nonetheless.
Her hand came back to yours, connecting you as you unconsciously leant against you. Both of you watching Jimmima along with the rest of the Jimmies, the anger and fear which you had carried for days had relented and you found yourself with a temporary sense of happiness. You knew it was fleeting, yet you allowed yourself to embrace this reprieve as you closed your eyes and sank further against her body.
Only one thought was in your mind as you drifted off, god how you couldn't wait for the opportunity to repay her.