EXTRACT FOR
Meltdown
(Anna Mann)

For a long time Pamela had known she was different from other girls.

It had all begun by accident, and in the strangest way. On the street one afternoon she'd dropped a few coins into a small bucket held by a charity worker. She couldn't recall which charity it had been, only the feeling of a sharp pin pricking her nipple. The grateful woman had insisted that she pin a flag on Pamela's blouse, she'd tried to resist but the charity worker was persistent. With a mental shrug she'd agreed, then gasped as the pin slipped through her blouse and into her thick brown nipple.

Had it been deliberate? She couldn't say either yes or no for sure. On one hand the woman had looked the clumsy type, a little angular with thick fingers, so it was possible that it had been accidental. But there had been plenty of other places to pin the flag, higher was the logical choice, yet she'd reached out and pressed the pin through her blouse on the exact same level with her nipple. Pamela was blessed with nipples that were always semi-erect, so she knew that the outline would have been clear to see. So, putting the facts together, the evidence pointed at deliberate, maybe she got some kinky kick from inflicting pain?

In hindsight Pam didn't care if there was any sinister motive, because after the initial sharp pain she'd felt a warmth spreading though her body, unbelievably it was arousal, and the phenomenon left her feeling confused and also a little embarrassed. She was wet, that was undeniable, and she arrived home feeling incredibly horny.

The woman had grinned as she pinned again, missing flesh the second time. "Sorry dear, I've always worried that I'd end up doing that to someone... I hope it didn't hurt too much."

Pamela had shaken her head before mumbling something like... "No, it's OK, it didn't hurt at all."

It had hurt but that didn't matter, because never before had she felt such intense arousal.

***

Pam stood naked in her bathroom later that afternoon and stared at her nipples, they were the reason that she rarely wore a bra. They drew the attention of strangers on the street and made them stare, she liked that. The more people that stared at her pokies the better she liked it. But now it wasn't their size or hardness that made her focus, she was plucking up courage. In her hand she held a sewing needle, and in her mind she was talking herself into something completely out of character. Ordinarily Pam had a phobia about needles, just the thought of one piercing her skin made her feel cold and a little sick. Visiting the doctor always scared her, just in case he said the words that made her recoil in fear. "Just a little prick," always following the two most terrifying words... "Blood Test."

But now I'm here, trying to do the thing that frightens me the most. She raised her hand and saw that it was shaking, not really noticeable like she was suffering from the dreaded St Vitus Dance, this was a slight trembling, not obvious to any casual inspection, but there all the same.

 

Tension and fear! Fear and tension.

She lowered her hand and placed the needle on the white porcelain sink.

Fuck, you really are gutless she chastised herself. Since that fateful event just a couple of hours earlier she'd been on fire. But now, in the privacy of her own bathroom she couldn't bring herself to physically relive that intoxicating moment. Because before I wasn't expecting it, but now I am, and I think that it will feel completely different.

But how will I know that if I don't try? she argued.

She lifted the needle again, her resolve strengthening. "I have to try it, even if it's only once." she whispered then touched the sharp point to the side of her thick brown nipple.

Do I do it slowly? Or jab it quickly?

I think the jab will be easier she thought, then closed her eyes and set her jaw, just do it quickly, no messing around.

No more delays she added then realised that her constant inner monologue was another form of procrastination.

Just do it she urged herself, then took a deep breath. She felt the point, it hadn't penetrated, it was simply pressing harder. Just a little bit more and it will pierce the skin she thought as the sensation started a tingling down between her legs.

"Now!" she gasped, and fighting against her phobia she dabbed harder, and instantly felt her knees weakening as the point finally broke through her skin. The pain was sharp, again, she gasped and opened her eyes. The needle had barely penetrated, just the very tip was beneath her skin, and instantly she felt a little disappointed. In her mind she'd seen the needle penetrate at least half way through her teat, it certainly felt as though it had. Yet reality told a different tale, and she knew that if she released her grip the needle would fall to the floor.

More she urged herself and closed her eyes again, this time she jabbed harder and groaned deeply as she felt actual penetration.

"Oh Fuck, that's so kinky," she gasped as she opened her eyes and saw that she'd forced the needle almost completely through.

"It's so fucking wonderful." she groaned as her fingers busily worked her swollen clit. Seeing the needle buried in her nipple sickened her a little, she still feared injections, yet the sharp pain was something that she knew, now she'd experienced it, was something that she would crave from that moment on.

Shaking and sweating Pamela mewled softly as creamy juices trickled down her inner thighs, she'd cum, hard.

I have to feel this again she told herself, but I'm not sure I can repeat the needle.

Gingerly she pulled it free, a single bead of ruby red blood formed on the tiny puncture, Pam felt her head beginning to spin and instantly squatted before sitting on the bath mat. She had been on the verge of passing out, and who would have thought the sight of a single drop of blood would affect me like that? In the past she'd cut herself numerous times and hadn't felt faint... maybe it's different if it's self-inflicted?

 

she reasoned. Whatever the cause she couldn't escape the facts, she needed the pain... but without needles and blood.

"I'll find a way." she said aloud, then dabbed a corner of tissue to the blood as though it were a shaving nick.