It was unexpected. There was no pain. Samantha woke up with the piercings on her tits and there was no pain.

She remembered most of last night, sure, most of it was foggy with a drunk stupor, but she did remember walking with her friends to that 24hr. Tattoo shop and laying on the table, she remembered how she moaned as the tattoo artist grabbed her boobs, her friends laughing around her, and all of them getting matching piercings.

The memory was there, and she remembered the sting from the previous night but she also didn’t remember when she got home. Her head was pounding and…

Samantha turned around and found that she wasn’t alone in bed.

Her friends were there, locked in an embrace, and so were her nipples, chained together.

Samantha got up from bed and saw that it wasn’t the only piercing she had, as she moved she felt her clit and the invasive feeling of another piercing stimulating her between her legs, but not only that.

There was another one of her friends hugging her leg, her face was covered in drool, and over her face there was a blue, double-headed dildo resting over her cheek.

Samantha pushed herself up, trying not to moan as she felt the stimulation. What happened the previous night?

Her friends stirred awake too.

“Mistress?” They called to her, the closest one pulling her for a kiss.

“Did we satisfy you, mistress?” Another one said.

“We can keep going, if you want, mistress…” the one between her legs smiled, she already had the dildo in her hands and was holding her legs spread. She kissed her pierced clit and shoved the dildo inside.

“Please? Mistress?” They all begged in unison.

Samantha knew something happened the previous night, the piercings felt warm and glowed and something took over her mind.

“Keep going, my pets. She’s still there, keep fucking her until she breaks.” Samantha’s voice came out, but it wasn’t her.

“Yes, Mistress.” They all said in unison, taking Samantha, holding her down, and fucking her mind away, one orgasm at a time.