She did feel slutty. She was wet and aroused, hard-nippled, with no man around and in a room she’d never been in, a room that was not a bedroom or a bathroom, the two locations she might normally be nude or aroused in.
But she was not a slut! She was a good person! She had high standards for herself! And she was not an idiot. She was smart, almost certainly smarter than anyone else currently at the estate, Aspen included.
Caihong said, “I will save up and deliver punishments to you when I decide. First, prove to me that Xiang pierced you and tattooed you.”
Rylie pointed at her nipples.
“Yes. I see the nipples. They do appear to be pierced. They also look erect. Do you have nipple erections?”
Fuck.
Forlornly, Rylie said, “My nipples are hard. The piercing, it—”
“I know of Dai Lu’s work. She did the same thing to Flame Hair Freckle Face. Excellent example of what not to do for the twins. I have no issue with this. It is one more example to help the twins avoid such a fate. I approve. Way to give excellent effort as a friendship companion.”
Caihong approved? Of Xiang doing it to her? Or did Caihong actually think Rylie had pierced nipples that were sensitized all in order to save Caihong’s granddaughter from the same fate? Did Caihong truly think Rylie was a good example by having these terrible pierced nipples?
Rylie felt such confusion. Was she scoring points with Caihong? Did this bode well?
But it was outrageous that Xiang had done this to her! And Caihong approved of Xiang doing it to Rylie. That did not seem right… but maybe it made Caihong more likely to take Rylie’s side?
No, that did not make sense. Caihong approved of it, but it was Xiang who made it happen. And a big part of Rylie’s complaint to report was that Xiang had made this incredible and awful permanent change to Rylie’s body.
Caihong said, “Bring those nipples to Caihong.”
Bring them to her….
Rylie’s body seemed to understand the direction faster than her mind because she stepped forward the few feet between them and found herself standing nude right in front of Caihong. Nude! Within touching distance!
Caihong showed her awareness that Rylie was within touching distance. She proved it by touching. Caihong reached up with both wiry hands and simultaneously captured Rylie’s nipples.
Rylie released an “Oooooo” sound that increased in pitch until it was no longer audible to humans but probably still was to dogs.
Her nipples! Caihong’s pincer fingers!
It was the equal to someone pinching her clit when her clit was swollen and aroused. If she had two clits and they were up on her chest!
Rylie defensively reached to grab Caihong’s wrists.
Caihong barked, “Do not dare touch me! Never touch a grand Chiu! Only if I tell you. I can touch you, but you cannot touch me. This is the way of things.”
Rylie’s hands fluttered back to her sides like wounded birds no longer capable of flight.
Caihong slowly pressed Rylie’s pierced nipples and minutely pulled on them, stretching them repeatedly.
It felt like Caihong was trying to milk her!
Caihong could not get any milk to produce or appear, but she did milk out a lot of intense pleasure. For a few moments, Rylie could not get command of her vocal cords. She wanted to say something, she had to say something, and she couldn’t say anything. She moaned. She groaned. She whined.
Rylie finally pulled in a deep, shaky breath and then spoke in an unexpectedly weak whine, “What are you doing?”
“You are such a stupid American girl. You do not even know when someone is pinching and pulling on your nipples? You are so stupid. Maybe when it rains, we’d better keep you inside so you do not look up wondering what is rain and keep looking up as the rain makes you drown on your feet.”
Caihong was so mean!
Rylie saw where Xiang and probably Fang got their cruelty from. Had it skipped a generation or were the twins’ parents total assholes also?
Rylie mustered up another word, “Whyyyyy?” It sank in volume as she spoke it, turning into a total whine.
“Caihong is checking Dai Lu’s work. Always check! It appears she has succeeded yet again. Congratulations. You will be constantly aroused all your life.”
Congratulations!?! It was a curse!
As if Caihong could read her mind, she said, “Arousal is good. It feels good. People like it. Sluts love it. I hope you thanked Xiang. You should thank her every day and in any way you can.
“All the time arousal not so good if the person is a person and not a slut. If the person has power or authority or a good mind. But if the person is only a slut and if the slut is an idiot, then her mind is not useful anyway so pleasure interfering with thought is of no concern.”
Rylie was concerned! Rylie was very concerned!
What was that part about Caihong saying there were people and there were sluts? Were sluts not people?
And that part about idiots. Didn’t Caihong know how intelligent Rylie was?
Rylie could barely stand the pinching pleasure emitting from her nipples like they were radar antennae sending out a far too strong signal, maybe one meant for a distant alien sun.
Rylie croaked, “Dai Lu needs to fix my nipples!”
Caihong laughed dismissively, “Dai Lu already fixed them. And fixed you. Your nipples were broken before when they did not make you feel so much. Your nipples are as they should be. I would not tell Dai Lu to fix them. Besides, it is a one-way process. Even if Dai Lu wanted to change them back, she could not.”
Oh, the horror of it!
Rylie felt incredibly fucked. So fucked.
And… she wished she could be somewhere else getting fucked. By any guy, even a stranger, even an asshole, even an ugly guy. She wasn’t choosy! The orgasm needy could not be choosy! She felt like begging for it. She would if only there was a mean asshole ugly stranger there. She would beg and beggars can’t be choosers!
Rylie told Caihong, “You have to stop that! You have to stop before….”
Rylie stopped herself from saying it just in time. But not in time. Caihong knew.
“Oh so slutty American girl. Old woman jerk on her nipples and she is close to cumming after a minute.”
It was true, but it wasn’t Rylie’s fault!
Caihong released Rylie’s nipples. Just in time! Rylie had nearly cum. Now she was needier than ever.
Maybe it wasn’t good that Caihong had let go. Caihong already knew Rylie was turned on. Caihong knew how needy Rylie was. Fucking Caihong did it on purpose! She was edging Rylie just like her granddaughter had!
Caihong ordered, “Now show me the new tattoo.”
The new… oh, yeah. That. It was amazing that Rylie had nearly forgotten about her new tattoo and almost didn’t think it was a big deal. A tattoo on her ass!
Then again, it was just another tattoo on her ass. She already had the other one, the Chinese X, and now she had the Chinese letter for C on her other ass cheek. It wasn’t a big deal compared to the nipple piercings, the pierced clit, or the way Aspen’s face had an additional hundred or more freckle tattoos.
Rylie turned around, presenting her ass. No way to be shy.
But there was a way to be even more humiliated.
Caihong said, “My old eyes have a hard time. I need to examine in detail. Bend over and grab your ankles. I will examine by touch and feel and sight.”
Touch and feel!?!
Bend over and grab her ankles!?!
Rylie looked over her shoulder and pointed at the tattoo of the Chinese letter for C while jutting out her hip, “It’s right here.”
“I see where it is and what it looks like. Idiot. It could be paint. It could be from a marker. It could be large bug. I need to see how it moves and stretches. I am well aware of how you Americans sometimes like to pretend you have a tattoo you were reluctantly forced to take from your Chinese friendship companion. Classic subterfuge.”
Classic? This kind of thing had happened before, but with the American slut, that was to say, the badly mistreated American victim of lesbian domination by her Chinese wealth princess, for some reason faking the part about the added tattoo?
Rylie felt like an idiot. She definitely felt like Caihong thought she must be an idiot.
Caihong’s claim did not make any sense!
Of course, none of this did.
Neither did bending over and grabbing her ankles so that Caihong could verify the authenticity of the tattoo. But that did not stop Rylie from complying.
Oh fuck! Maybe she was an idiot!
Rylie found herself standing but feeling upside down, grabbing her ankles and behind herself from near floor level, looking up at a seated Caihong who loomed large.
Caihong was leaning forward!
Rylie could feel Caihong’s breath on her bare ass!
Caihong was reaching out!
Rylie felt like standing. Or running. But she held her position and held more tightly onto her ankles. More than her need to get away, greater than her freak out, was her need to obey Caihong.
Caihong’s old hands were on her ass! One on each ass cheek!
Caihong pushed Rylie’s ass cheeks together and then pulled them apart. Together and apart.
Rylie wondered wildly what she should do and what Caihong intended to do.
Blood rushed to Rylie’s head, and that wasn’t the only place it rushed to. Her hypersensitive nipples felt like they filled to the point of near-bursting, both with blood and sensation. Her own pulse was driving her mad with nipple pleasure!
Caihong’s warm breath did not help matters. Rylie reminded herself that breath was coming from lungs that were probably over eighty years old. It was not the best time to be aroused! It was also not the best time to feel slutty. Not when you were trying to prove you were not a slut and trying to prove that the octogenarian’s granddaughter should not treat her like a slut.
Rylie felt Caihong’s rough lined hands sliding around on her smooth perfect rear. Caihong was old old old! Caihong was a bitch a bitch a bitch!
Self-reminding did not seem to help matters. It made the need to self-pleasure all the greater.
The situation was so impossibly horrible, so awful, so socially taboo, so shocking, that Rylie’s mind treated it like a masochist’s mind treats pain.
Oh fuck, oh no, oh fuck. Caihong handling her ass was turning her on. Not a little. A lot!
Rylie felt something warm and wet on her new tattoo. It felt agile…!
It felt like lips and a tongue!
Caihong reported, “It looks like a tattoo, and it also tastes like a fresh tattoo.”
Caihong had licked her ass! Caihong tasted her tattoo!
That was so incredibly personal! Caihong should have asked first. Then Rylie could have said no. She would have!
But maybe not if she’d known how good it felt. Or how much the nasty taboo of it turned Rylie on.
An old lady had licked her ass! Aspen would never believe it when Rylie told her. Actually, maybe Aspen would believe her after everything else. Also, Rylie would never ever tell Aspen this happened.
Oh fuck! There Caihong went again! Licking her ass! Licking all over her ass cheek!
Rylie released a querying snuffle of dismay.
Caihong told her, “It is most important to compare and contrast the taste of tattooed with non-tattooed flesh. Simple common verification practice.”
There was no way this was common!
This had to be super rare!
Was Caihong seriously verifying or was this something else?
Rylie felt like such an idiot. A very turned on idiot. An idiot who almost wanted an orgasm at any price, no matter what, no matter who from.
No! She must not be a fool! She must not be a slut!
“Must not” had yet to stop her since arriving at the Chiu estate.
Caihong moved her face to Rylie’s other ass cheek, “It is best practice to compare taste of previous tattoo, one known to be genuine, to that of the new tattoo.”
Caihong was licking her other tattoo! The X! Caihong was going X-rated on the X tattoo!
Well!
Well that!
That wasn’t right!
It especially wasn’t right that it felt so good. So naughty, so taboo, and so wicked.
Caihong paused her very active licking, and Rylie knew she was in deep trouble because the pause stressed her out more than the licking. She did not want Caihong to stop what she never should have started!
Caihong said, “One cannot be too careful.”
Then she went back to licking!
Was Caihong even licking the tattoo anymore? It seemed her mouth had shifted. And exactly how much tattoo tasting did she need to do? And did tattoos even have a taste?
Rylie felt like such an idiot. Correction, like such a turned on and slutty idiot.
While Caihong seemingly could not be “too careful,” it seemed like Rylie could not be careful enough or at all careful. Oh fuck. Was she a total idiot to have ever signed up, literally signed up, for this friendship companion gig? She was, wasn’t she?
Aspen, too. They were both such idiots. And such sluts. American idiot sluts.
Rylie no longer gave a fuck what her IQ tests, GPA, or SAT scores were. They were all wrong. She was an idiot!
She could not stand the licking! It felt too good!
Rylie let go of her ankles and started to stand. Caihong seemed to expect it because she quickly landed a spank on Rylie’s rear.
Smack!
Caihong yelled, “I do not permit moving! Get back in position!”
Rylie went right back into her previous humiliating bent-over position. Almost folded over. It was automatic. She did it without thought. It was like Caihong did the thinking for her, Caihong’s voice commands hooking up with Rylie’s synapses and taking over and directing her.
“Now hold those ankles! Hold that position!”
Rylie was caught in a state of utter disbelief at her situation, at Caihong’s expectations, and at her own reactions. Her disbelief and her new submissiveness during her brief time at the Chiu estate made her helpless.
Caihong’s voice went down to a low and calm tone, the anger dissipated, “Now I will test and compare the tattoos for spankability to further determine authenticity.”
Spankability of tattoos wasn’t a thing! Was it?
