From bigirl7@aol.com Tue Jan 14 14:01:02 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Christine pt1 (piercing, ff, teen)
From: bigirl7@aol.com (Bi Girl 7)
Date: 14 Jan 1997 19:01:02 GMT

I didn't write this, I just had it in my files and thought someone might
enjoy it. There are only three parts, and to my knowledge it was never
finished, so don't e-mail me for the other parts. 

If you are under 21 or religious or easily offended, go stick your head
in the dirt somewhere. All others, enjoy



 

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 disapeared 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 arrangements, 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 unconcious 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 horozontaly
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 on her inner thigh. This had the effect of
permanently
holding the outer labia open, stretched even further if she spread her
legs. 
   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 afterwards 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 ruin my anal cavity anyway, so it's really there for
good. Also, the clit ring can't be romoved 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---