Northern Stars Are Flaming

Oh Daddy

"Chrissy?" Stevie cooed stroking her head, she started to panic if she fucked it up and really hurt her, she had talked to an actual piercing person about how to do it all but she was worried, it had been something very uncommon but she worried she did it wrong too because she had been high when she went there, the person had said not every woman could even be pierced down there and it was rare, Stevie worried once again about Christine, she had acted hastily because of the cocaine again and forgotten the risks, what if she severely hurt her, she felt sick, like throwing up, she hated herself at that moment "Chris?" 

Christine whimpered and crinkled her face up still, all she could feel was the needle penetrating her most sensitive part and it sent off all different sensations, mainly agony.

"I can take it out, I didn't think it would hurt that much, I'm so sorry!" Stevie stammered, rubbing her thigh and cringing now she realised what she had done, she couldn't imagine the pain "Chris, please baby, talk to me!"

"It hurts!" Christine managed to mutter as she breathed in and out jaggedly. 

"I'm sorry, I can take the needle out and it should heal or I can put the jewellery in, what do you want me to do?" Stevie cooed gently, she was like an ocean, she appeared calm but underneath that façade she felt like her thoughts were at war with eachother.

"I don't care!" Christine cried and Stevie felt sick starting to move down to remove it, she felt her own eyes welling up with tears "Don't touch it, please!"  Christine exhaled shakily and opened her teary eyes. Stevie then kissed all over her face but she just kept crying and the cocaine overtook Stevie and then guilt.   Stevie panicked and climbed off the bed, it was too much, she hated herself so much.

"I went too far, I'm some kind of freak, I permanently injured you! I am a horrible girlfriend!" Stevie cried, pacing the room and chewing on her fingernails.

"No, Stevie!" Christine muttered weakly, needing Stevie more than ever. 

"I killed your clit!" Stevie yelled out "I hate myself, all I do is hurt you, I hurt you too much, you already have stitches now I did something stupid and severe!" Stevie screamed in anger at herself and ran off out of the bedroom as quick as she could. She bolted down the stairs and grabbed her car keys. In a complete cocaine high, she drove away, tears streaming down her face.

"Stevie, help me!" Christine called out crying more as she heard the car drive away "Don't leave!" Christine begged crying louder. She could hardly move, her ankles were still tied to the bed, she had the dildo still in her and the needle left through her.  She knew how high Stevie was and panicked about her driving, but she was so upset at the thought of Stevie leaving her, she had to try and get hold of Stevie.  She reached out as far as she could, yelping as she managed to grab the phone and shakily dial in the studio number, she knew she needed help and her dignity was long gone anyway, she knew John would always be there.

"Hello?" Mick asked picking up the phone.

"Mick!" Christine cried "Is John there?"

"No, why?"

"Where is he?" she sniffled.

"Not here, are you alright?" Mick asked, more concerned.

"No, I'm not, I need John!" Christine burst out crying, she was in pain still and worrying too much to even speak anymore.

"I'm coming over now!" Mick exclaimed and hung up, soon driving over there as quick as he could not worrying about finding John. He was soon hurrying up to the front door and was concerned even more when it opened easily, clearly unlocked. He was worried sick after the phone call and made his way inside "Chrissy love, where are you?" He called out, glancing about the lower level of the house.

 Christine heard him and cried more, trying to pull the sheet over herself best she could to at least cover herself up "I'm up here!" She yelled back, crying more. 

Mick heard her and ran up the stairs, stopping in his tracks as he entered the bedroom, seeing her tied up with a sheet barely covering her naked body "What the fuck, where is Stevie, is this some kind of way to get me to have a three way with you both?" He grinned.

"Mick, please, she left me here, I need help!" Christine stuttered still breathing fast.

"What do you mean?" Mick asked confused walking closer.

"Where is John?" Christine asked crying more.

"He is not at the studio, he went out earlier to get booze, but I'm here love, I can look after you, just talk to me!" Mick soothed, rubbing her ankles as he untied it.

"Stevie and I did things, then she freaked out and left me here, she drove away, I am so worried about her, she was high!" Christine whimpered talking softly.

Mick untied her other ankle and rubbed it "She hasn't shoved another monster fake cock into you has she?" He asked.

Christine shook her head and looked away, pulling the sheet up more and Mick went to close her legs but she yelled out "No, don't, please!" and Mick halted.

"Why?"

"I er, I don't know!" Christine wailed, crying more, we got kinky, I'm in a lot of pain and nothing feels right!" 

Mick tried to hug her best he could and kissed her teary cheek "Chris, I'm taking the sheet off, just lay there, what kinky shit has she done?"

"I have a dildo in me still and a needle!" Christine replied gulping and Mick looked at her shocked.

"What the fuck, what type of needle?"

"Please don't, its down there and I don't want it touched!" Christine frowned and Mick pulled the sheet back up.

"Fuck, that's through that!" Mick exclaimed pointing at her clit and she nodded scared "Fuck, oh my God!" Mick felt dizzy and cringed.

Christine watched him look pale "Mick, please, I need you!" Christine whimpered, worried he would faint.