"You...you just like messing with us, don't you? Messing with our heads." Lyla spoke bitterly, shaking her head.<br/><br/>Niarra blinked a little at the sight of the tool, starting to grow worried as she spoke. "That's...I don't want pierc-ah!"<br/><br/>The only reason she didn't jerk hard as the needle punched through the sensitive nub of flesh was because of the order she'd been given to not move. The needle sent a spike of pleasure through her, and her vagina clenched on nothing as it did, entirely interrupting her chain of thought. She shivered as the ring was slid into place, then clamped shut so that it wouldn't come open. Glancing down, a faint part of her was fascinated to see the metal seem to flow together into a single, smooth ring. Her voice was weak as she asked. "P-please don't..."