Chapter 3: The Decision of a Lifetime

I gave her a few minutes to recover, but knew from experience not to let her get too relaxed. With a thought I left most of the straps in place but removed the ones that held her arms in place along with all of the barbs from the table and added some padding to make it a little more comfortable. Still cupping her pussy I let go of her hand and reached up to gently stroke her cheek.

"Mmm, that feels good," she sighed without opening her eyes as she nestled her face against my palm and pressing her mound firmly against my hand.

"You did amazing," I soothed. Looking down at her pierced nipples I couldn't help but add, "Your nipples look fantastic."

That seemed to get her attention as languidly her eyes fluttered open and she looked down. I had forgotten about the opaque side of the boxes on her nipples that faced her until, after frowning at the straps that still attached her torso and legs to the table, she asked, "Can I see them?"

"Of course," I replied slightly embarrassed as I reached down and carefully removed the vest. You could see faint red outlines from where some of the tubes had been but nothing too bad as none of the spikes had even penetrated the skin.

"Wow, I didn't realize my nipples were so big!" she exclaimed while staring at her new additions.

"Well the vest did apply quite a bit of suction to them to get you stimulated and in the proper alignment," I commented. "There's probably a bit of swelling as well and they will be tender for a few weeks, but I'll make sure they don't get infected or take too long to heal." After this last statement I felt a slight tug from my gift and knew this would be true.

"Shouldn't they be a little more, um, messy?" She asked.

"If you actually had them pierced in the real world possibly, but the vest automatically cleans the area afterward."

"Can I touch them?" she asked in a rather timid voice.

"Sure, just go easy on them for a while."

"Okay," she agreed, tentatively bringing her hands up to cup her right breast.

"Here, this might help," I continued as I held up a small hand mirror so she could see what it looked like from the front.

Interestingly, one of the first things she did was to flip the ring up and down and then slide it through her nipple until the bottom ball rested against first one side of the hole and then the other.

Looking slightly confused she asked, "Shouldn't the spikes prevent the ring from turning?"

"Again, with real world technology it would, but these are some rather tricked out rings. Plus I've gone ahead and healed these piercings to feel and act like they are about a week old. Just try not to pull very hard or accidentally activate the ball for a while."

As if the bead were red hot, she quickly jerked her fingers away from the bottom ball.

"You don't have to be that cautions." I chided her with a smile. "The balls won't just twist and turn the rings on by accident."

Giving her the hand mirror I allowed my hand to resume its position gently cupping her sex. Occasionally stroking a finger or two along her slit as she continued to explore and play with her new toys.

Judging by the half smile on her lips and they way she kept adjusting the mirror to see how her nipples looked from different angles, even from the bottom, I'd say she was quite proud of her new rings. At the same time, as she posed for the mirror it seemed as if she were always shifting just enough so that my fingers could have better access and occasionally she would grind her mound firmly against my hand.

After a few minutes she asked, "So, did I pass?"

Since she was all but ignoring me I decided it was time to get her attention. "Yes, but there's still one last thing we must do to prove before you can accept this fantasy."

Instantly she stopped her examination and looked up at me as fire once again burned in her eyes.

"I already told you that this is what I want," she replied sounding more than a little exasperated. "Haven't I proved enough?"

"No, you've proved that you could survive and enjoy this fantasy. However, you must not only prove that you want this fantasy and that it would be pleasurable for you, but that you want me to help you fulfill it."

"And how, pray tell, can you test for that?" she teased while thrusting up against my hand.

"Luckily there is a very easy test to see of your body finds me attractive," I replied giving her pussy a meaningful squeeze.

"You just want to get laid," she moaned as she trust back towards my hand and craned her neck to check me out, her eyes draw to my erection.

"Or we could finish this another time," I teased, removing my hand.

"Don't you dare leave me like this!" she scolded with a smile as she struggled against the straps that still bound her.

"If you insist," I replied. "But I do seem to be a bit over dressed."

I could have undressed in a more sexy way, but that really wasn't my style. Instead I stepped in front of her and reaching up I quickly unbutton my shirt and carelessly tossed it aside using my gift to wink it out of existence before it could land. Next I grabbed the bottom of my undershirt and quickly pulled it over my head. Unintentionally, this caused my abs to flex and gave her a rather impressive display. While not exactly huge, I used my gift to insure that I always well toned.

Regardless of my minimal effort at a strip show the Pristine seemed to be enjoying it as she had brought one hand up to cup a breast and was using other to caress her now very aroused pussy.

"Looking good," she leered.

Blushing I decided to strip a little faster and undid my belt and the top button and zipper of my shorts before lowing them to the ground. Without any further ado I grabbed the waistband of my black silk boxers and quickly lowered them as well. My boxers seemed to get hung up for a few seconds on my rather prominent erection, but with a slight tug my cock bounced free. Bending at the hips I lowered my boxers the rest of the way down and tossed both them and my shorts aside.

Straightening I couldn't help but blush and strike a pose at the blatant way she was checking me out. Her eyes seemed to be riveted to my cock and when she gasped I could tell that it wasn't exactly what she expected.

At around seven inches long and a proportional girth I am rather well endowed, but assumed it was the one inch vertical barbell through the head that really caught her attention.

"Holy crap!" she exclaimed. "It seems I'm not the only one who's pierced."

"Obviously," I replied, sticking out my tongue and letting my tongue ring flash in the light.

It was several seconds before she could manage a reply. I've learned it's best to allow Pristines to work things through on their own and didn't really mind that she was openly staring at my pierced cock. Occasionally her eyes darted to my mouth, which now concealed my tongue ring, and she seemed to contemplate the full implication of my piercings.

"Ooh, I just have to try that out," she replied while pursing her lips and practically begging me to kiss her.

Not wanting to disappoint I leaned forward and she wrapped her arms wrap around pulling me hard against her. I could feel her nipple rings drilling into my chest as her lips parted and our tongues began to duel. After several moments I decided she'd had enough of a taste for now and gently pulled away.

"Hmm, that was nice," she sighed. "Will the other one feel as good?"

"Of course."

"Will it hurt?" she asked, still eyeing my pierced cock.

"Wasn't it pierced in all of those sample fantasies you tried earlier?" I asked.

Blushing she nodded.

"Did it hurt then?" I asked.

"No, but those weren't real," she protested.

"They may not have been real, but they were accurate. Not only will it fit but you should feel it rubbing quite pleasurably, especially along the top."

"I guess," she hedged, still looking extremely skeptical.

"You'll just have to trust me on this." I soothed. "But don't worry; soon I'm sure you'll agree."

"Okay," she replied still looking a bit dubious. "Speaking of sex, shouldn't you untie me so we can go somewhere more comfortable?"

"No, I think this will be just fine," I replied as I reached forward and grabbed the lever to tilt the table back while pushing the buttons to open and adjust her feet and legs so that they were at a better angle.

With a squeal, she suddenly found herself horizontal and in an almost perfect position for sex.

"Hey!" she protested while struggling against the straps that bound her. "How about a little warning next time?"

"Party pooper," I teased as I stepped between her legs and began to slowly slide my cock along her now open and inviting slit.

"Hmm, that feels good," she purred.

Reaching down I began to caress her inner thighs and ran my fingers through her well trimmed dark patch of pubic hair before spreading her lips so that my cock could press more firmly against her clit. Her pussy was absolutely beautiful and her pear shaped inner lips seemed to perfectly frame the head of my cock as I slowly slid it along her slit. While all Pristines have had sex at least a few times, I did use my gift to remove any remnants of her hymen just to make sure that the barbell wouldn't catch when I slid it in.

Now straining against the straps, she seemed almost desperate for me to be inside of her.

"Come on, you've been teasing me for hours," she whimpered.

After a few more teasing strokes I decided she'd had enough and, leaning back slightly, I angled my hips so that the head of my cock was just barely pressed against her opening.

"This will probably feel a bit different at first, but I think you'll like it. Are you ready?

After a brief nod, and sensing that she wasn't likely to get any more relaxed, I slowly pushed forward and watched as my cock disappeared into her now dripping pussy. She was exceptionally tight, but once the barbell was past her entrance the rest slid in easily.

With only a few inches in I leaned forward and slid my hands under and around her shoulders, holding her in place as I began to make miniature thrusts into her.

Nuzzling her neck I gently nipped her earlobe and asked, "Do you like it?"

"Oh, yes!" she whimpered. "You feel amazing!"

"Still worried about it hurting?"

"Hardly!" she gushed. "But the top ball feels weird..."

"Good weird?" I asked, slightly concerned it might be uncomfortable for her.

"Oh, very good weird," she moaned.

Bending my knees I changed the angle just slightly so that the barbell would rub just a bit more on the top and was rewarded with a throaty moan as she clearly enjoyed the extra friction.

"It feels like it's rubbing my g-spot!" she exclaimed as her breathing became more ragged.

"Excellent."

Even with most of my weight now on my elbows I was standing between her legs and after a few more thrusts straightened up just to make sure I wouldn't wear myself out too soon. She gave a slight pout at the change, but then sighed in pleasure as I began to thrust slightly harder and faster.

While I'd been going progressively deeper, there were still a couple inches left to go and I desperately wanted more.

"Do you want me to put the rest of it in?"

"There's more?" she asked.

Without replying I slowly began to thrust deeper and deeper until I felt our hips meet. I could feel her stretching around me but didn't want to force her to go too fast.

Pausing while all the way inside her I asked, "How is this?"

"You feel so good!" she sighed while reaching down to grab my ass. "But we can go slow some other time; right now I want it hard and I want it fast!"

"Sounds good to me," I replied as I leaned back a little and still standing between her legs began to rhythmically thrust into her.

Sensing that she could not yet handle my full length I was careful not to thrust too deep. Occasionally, I would pull almost all the way out before quickly thrusting it as deep as she could go. Each time I was rewarded with a genuine smile as she whimpered her pleasure, "Yeah! Do it, do it hard!"

Reaching up I began to toy with her nipples, caressing the path of the ring and watching her squirm with pleasure when I gently pulled on them.

Unfortunately, with my strong thrusts it was difficult to only pull slightly on her nipples and after a particularly hard thrust she grimaced slightly.

"Hey! Careful there," she winced. "Those are still fresh."

"Oops," I replied as I removed my hands from her breasts.

"No, don't stop," she whimpered. "It really wasn't too bad, but maybe a little less hard next time?"

"I'll try," I agreed as I continued to thrust deeply into her and once again began massaging her breasts and playing with her nipples.

"You know, the next time you visit I'll be able to tug on these as hard as I want."

"Really?"

"Definitely; after they are fully healed I could even string you up by your nipples."

"You wouldn't dare!" Apparently she liked it when I talked dirty as I could feel her pussy clamp down on me and knew this was something we'd have to try later.

Unfortunately this had been a very draining day for both of us and I could feel my stamina waning with each thrust. Then again, after my near constant teasing of her pussy over the last few hours I knew she must be close to cumming.

"I'm sure we can find lots of uses for your new rings. What if I attached some weights to them and took you doggy style?"

"Oh, that would be nice..." she sighed as her hands came up to cup my own as I gently pinched her nipples.

"Taking you from behind I could watch your breasts sway as I thrust my cock deep inside of you, stretching you, filling you, possessing you completely..." I teased and could tell she was already living my fantasy.

With a gasp I felt yet a small spasm along my cock and knew she was close.

"Maybe I'll reach forward and begin to lightly tug on your nipples as they sway in time with my thrusts," I managed to gasp, my own pleasure increasing as I went along.

"Or perhaps I'll reach a little lower," I continue while removing one hand from her breasts so that I could massage the area in between my cock and her clit. Slowly I dragged my thumb up so stretched her lips around my cock while gently rubbing her clit.

"Harder! Harder!" She panted, her hips rising to meet mine.

All too soon I felt the familiar tightening in my balls and with one last lunge buried myself completely and began pumping my seed deep inside of her.

Apparently she could feel it as well as with a strangled whimper I felt her pussy clamp down around me as she strained against the straps that bound her and cried out her own release, "YES!"

As her hips begin to violently thrust against me I continue to massage her clit. After what felt like years, but was probably on a few seconds I felt her body go limp. For once I wish I had taken her up on suggestion to move to a bed as I had actually gotten rather tired from standing between her legs as she remained strapped to the elevated table. As a compromise I leaned forward and wrapped my hands around her shoulder once again rested most of my weight on my elbows as we shared a long, yet somehow relaxing kiss. I enjoyed the way her arms once again wrapped around my back as her tongue lazily caressed the top ball of my tongue ring. Pulling back, I lightly nuzzled her neck.