They stood up. Aspen got her top off. Rylie pushed her pants down but kept her thong in place.
Caihong gestured for Rylie to come to her. Rylie walked awkwardly forward because her pants were like clothing shackles on her upper thighs.
“Turn!”
Rylie turned.
She gasped when she felt Caihong’s hand on her recent ass tattoo. She looked to Aspen for support and Aspen looked sympathetic. But other than silent sympathy there was nothing she could do about it.
Caihong said, “So smooth tattoo on such a smooth rear. Yes, you have an excellent ass. Ha! They will hear you are slut, you will convince your assigned twin, and they will understand even the most beautiful of sluts is unhappy with being a slut and with having tattoos. Now turn again.”
Rylie turned and faced Caihong while thinking, “She better not touch my other tattoo!”
Rylie would draw the line at that. She’d definitely do something about that.
So she thought, even as Caihong pulled the front of Rylie’s thong down, much further than necessary, revealing the upper half of Rylie’s pussy. Rylie gasped.
Caihong leaned forward and peered closely. Rylie could feel her old woman’s breath!
Then… Caihong did it! What she should not do! What Rylie knew meant she had to do something about it!
Caihong slid her deeply lined palm over Rylie’s tattoo. Right above Rylie’s pussy!
“Yes, smooth, good. Looks and feels healed. No issue with the tissue. Remember to tell your twin you have had tattoos a few years and treatment and respect from men went way far downhill in that time.”
Then Caihong’s old hand went “way far downhill!
She turned her hand until the fingers pointed straight down. Then she slid her hand down in firm contact with Rylie’s vulva.
“Yes, also so smooth down here. Nice soft pussy lips. That is a compliment. You should thank Caihong.”
Thank her? Rylie felt like cursing her. Or at least leaving.
But she didn’t. She stood there.
Caihong’s hand slid up and down. Up and down. The old lady was rubbing Rylie’s pussy!
Rylie wanted to say something. Or do something. She was exquisitely conscious of Aspen watching.
Caihong looked up at her with a crafty knowing look in her eyes.
Rylie understood the message. She thought she did.
Caihong would keep rubbing Rylie’s pussy until Rylie thanked her for the “compliment.”
Rylie spoke the words as fast she could. She had to get that old Asian hand off her pussy!
“Thank you, Caihong!”
“Oh, no problem, I do not mind rubbing such soft pussy lips.”
Wait, what? That wasn’t what Rylie was thanking her for!
“I mean, thank you for the compliment!”
“Oh, that? Okay.”
Caihong withdrew her hand. She gestured for Rylie to pull her pants up, then turned to Aspen, “Next weak-minded American. Come to Caihong.”
Rylie saw Aspen gulp. Aspen rarely looked nervous, but she did now.
There was nothing Rylie could do for Aspen other than share her dread. But Rylie did get her pants back in place. Even though it was gone, Rylie could still feel Caihong’s little old hand on her vulva, like a footprint left in damp sand.
Aspen stepped up to the Caihong touchy-feely gallows as eagerly as the condemned approach actual gallows.
“Show me your American pierced nipples!”
Aspen lifted her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
Caihong leaned forward and peered from different angles. For a few seconds, Rylie and Aspen thought she’d spare Aspen the touching.
They thought wrong.
Caihong’s hands darted out and they each captured a pierced nipple.
“Are they more sensitive than ever before?”
Aspen grunted a protest but held her place. She wanted to cooperate but she also didn’t have much choice with her nipples captured.
Aspen wasn’t sure how to answer Caihong’s question. She didn’t want Caihong to know how very sensitive her nipples were. They were a new source of vulnerability for Aspen.
But… Caihong was the boss, such as she was. And Rylie would know if Aspen wasn’t honest. Not that Rylie would tell on her or blame her but Aspen did not like to lie and most of all did not like to lie if anyone present would know she had. Lies showed fear and Aspen liked being, mostly, fearless. Or at least faking that she was.
“Yes. They are much more sensitive.”
“Let’s see. Caihong will establish this effect.”
Then… Caihong finger-milked Aspen’s far too sensitive nipples!
And she kept doing it!
Aspen gasped once and then she put a lock on making sounds. But she wanted to make sounds. She wanted to yell at Caihong angrily.
She also wanted to moan and moan.
Caihong kept nipple-milking, little thumb and forefinger jerks, both nipples at once, making Aspen bow a little forward and bounce a little back with each milking action. Aspen tried to compensate by leaning forward at the waist but Caihong also adjusted and kept jerking away steadily. Her nipple jerks would not be denied!
Aspen couldn’t help it. She did moan. A little moan of frustration and sensation. She knew it was all too audible. Rylie heard that moan!
So embarrassing!
And then she moaned again.
Damn it! Damn these nipples!
Rylie watched the spectacle with mixed emotions. She felt bad for Aspen. It was also an interesting spectacle. She’d never seen Aspen treated this way. She’d never seen anyone treated this way. Double nipple milking right in front of her wasn’t an everyday occurrence. It was a never-until-now occurrence.
Caihong had touched Rylie’s pussy and Aspen did not say anything. But Rylie couldn’t blame her for that. Caihong was the boss and so intimidating.
But Rylie held herself to a different standard. Aspen needed help. Rylie felt like she had to say something, “Caihong, what are you doing? Stop that!”
Caihong sounded confidently relaxed, “What is wrong with your American fail-to-be-brown eyes? Can you not tell I am pulling on your friend’s nipples? That is what I am doing. Maybe you need glasses or contact lenses. It is so. I explore these nipples. I will not stop. Not yet.”
Rylie blew air upward, an old college habit from when her bangs were longer, and wondered how to handle this, what to say. Asking Caihong to stop hadn’t worked. So, what next?
Just stand there and watch?
It was… interesting….
Aspen squeaked and then moaned again. She was halfway bent over at the waist. Caihong pulled as much downward as outward on her nipples. Aspen’s chin was nearly on the old woman’s shoulder.
Caihong said with crafty amusement, “How does that feel, Flame Hair Freckle Face?”
Aspen tried to speak, released a gasp instead, reset, and said, “It feels… a lot.”
“Yes, yes, a lot. I feel such hard nipples. What is the appropriate phrase? Glass cutters?”
Neither Aspen nor Rylie had ever heard that phrase.
Caihong kept jerk-milking Aspen’s nipples. Aspen released little noises like someone stepping on broken glass instead of a young woman with “glass cutter” nipples.
“These American nipples are so hard. Hard as the barbells in them. Yes, this was wished for and expected. I arranged for this result. The piercer is most excellent at her work. She is a very special piercer. Have you heard of acupuncture? She is like that but with piercings. She knows the precise location to pierce to achieve the most fantastic increase in communication with the nervous system. She makes nipples like the clitoris.”
Holy shit! Aspen knew they felt that way but was still surprised. Caihong planned this! She told the piercer to do it to Aspen and never warned or informed Aspen let alone asked her permission.
Rylie was also amazed. What Caihong said certainly vindicated what Aspen had described. Aspen now had nipples that reacted and felt like clitorises. Amazing!
If one clitoris was good – and it had to be – then three clitorises must be… good? Or some kind of curse?
With three clitorises, a girl could get carried away… by someone else!
Rylie decided she should think about that later. Watching Caihong nipple-milk Aspen made it hard to think. She bet Aspen was having a much harder time thinking!
Caihong should let go of those clitoris nipples and leave poor Aspen alone. Rylie felt strongly about that. That feeling was so strong. Rylie thought that must be why she wasn’t able to move to say anything and just kept watching as Caihong… milked pleasure out of and yet also into Aspen?
When Rylie felt this strongly about something, she just could not do a thing. She should be happy her eyes and ears still worked.
Aspen moaned. Rylie saw that Aspen was hunched over now and her back was slack. She wasn’t trying to pull back. She was just… taking it.
Moan.
She was really taking it!
Moan.
She took that nipple-milking… like… an American slut?
Moan.
Rylie hoped Aspen was simply practicing to pretend like she was a slut for the twins. Yes, she must be honing her role.
Moan. A crackly wicked witch chuckle from Caihong.
Oh. Poor Aspen.
Could she… would she… was she going to orgasm like that?
Moan.
Rylie bet anyone would orgasm if they had two clitorises on their chest and both of them were getting jerked off. If it happened for long enough….
Caihong suddenly released Aspen’s nipples. Aspen straightened and took two stumbling steps back from Caihong, as if Caihong was a danger Aspen was in a panic to get away from.
Rylie guessed Caihong might be a danger. Some kind of danger. Or Aspen’s nipples were.
Rylie had so many questions about what the piercer did to her friend’s nipples. Why? How long did the effect last? Could it be undone? Would Aspen want it undone? Did it require the barbells through the nipples or were the nipples so powerfully sensitive even without the barbells?
Would Aspen still want Rylie to get her nipples pierced at the end of the next six months? Would Rylie want to go to a traditional piercer, which in comparison was pretty much only going through the motions, or to the same piercer to get the same effect?
Would Rylie want three clitorises or would it be terrible? She might lose control. Rylie wasn’t controlling but she hated to lose control. It was embarrassing the few times when she had drunk too much.
Too much of a good thing, clitoral/nipple sensation, might become a bad thing!
Rylie had one question that crowded to the front of her mind, “Caihong, why did you do that to Aspen, have her nipples pierced that way, without telling her what would happen?”
Rylie liked that she was, a little bit, defending Aspen. It sounded good but she knew it didn’t make up for her lack of action. She felt guilty about that. But that question sounded a lot better than asking some of the other ones she had.
Caihong waved a dismissive hand, “The no warning about making the nipples oh so sensitive? Oh, that. As a vastly wealthy person, I do, of course, know it is so much easier to get forgiveness than permission. Which reminds me. Flame Hair Freckle Face, it is time for you to forgive me for the piercing alteration sensitivity of your nipples.”
Before Aspen could stop herself, Aspen mumbled, “I forgive you.”
Rylie nearly yelled. What Caihong did was wrong! She should not be forgiven!
But she was already forgiven. It felt to Rylie like Aspen had betrayed herself.
Rylie had to admit Aspen did not look like herself. She was breathing out of her mouth and her eye movements seemed a tick behind in focusing. Her pupils were dilated. Geez, had she almost orgasmed just now, just from a minute of Caihong milking Aspen’s bright pink nipples?
That was… wow.
Caihong wanted even more, “Now that Caihong is forgiven, Caihong also think it is appropriate that Flame Hair Freckle Face thank Caihong for the increased pleasure she can receive from her nipples. Yes, I must be thanked!”
Thank her!?! That was bullshit! Aspen would never—
“Thank you.”
Aspen’s words were not loud but Rylie nevertheless felt as thunderstruck as Aspen looked.
Caihong lifted a bony finger, “Also, while we are doing this, give Caihong permission to check and touch your nipples. As needed in future times. As determined by Caihong.”
Oh no! Caihong did not intend this to be a one-time violation.
Also oh no! Aspen was talking and, from the tone of her first word spoken—
“Yes, I give you permission.”
Aspen sounded so weak-willed and she looked so weak-kneed!
She must have come close to cumming.
She must still be close to cumming….
Rylie could almost feel Aspen’s need from where she was.
She could feel that need. For sure. Right down there.
Why was it… so… interesting… and need-inspiring… to watch her fiery funny freckly friend get so worked over, so defeated by this old Asian bitch?
Caihong leaned back in her chair, cackling gleefully.
“I do it all Americans! Easier to get forgiveness than permission? Caihong Chiu achieves so much more! I got the forgiveness. Then I got the thanks. Then also got the permission for all future times. Ha ha!”
Jesus. That fucking cocky bitch! Way to rub it in!
Rylie still felt an invisible Caihong hand rubbing at her pussy. A vestigial ghost hand. It wasn’t weakening. It was getting stronger!
Rylie wondered what was wrong with her. Something. This meeting with Caihong was so weird. Hell, what was wrong with Aspen?
Aspen needed to get her clitty titties under control!
Caihong smiled a cold smile, “Now it is time you meet the twins!”
