Panditji didn't let her recover from the burning. He grabbed the iron tongs again, picked up a glowing, fresh steel needle, and clamped it directly onto her exposed, throbbing clit ring. The heat seared her skin, and he twisted the needle upward, his eyes locking onto hers.
"Listen to the rules, my new personal slut," Panditji commanded, his voice thick with sadistic authority. "There is no other rule after this. This will always be the case."
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