It's Sadistic Love, Pinia by tannim November 18, 2013 "See, it sounds a lot like laughing after she's been going for the first several minutes." Welka pinched her daughter's engorged clitoris with the pliers again. "You hate this now, sweety, but it's very good for you." She smiled at her friend. "Four week olds need their skin ripped off bit by bit, it's good for them, Irene." Irene swallowed hard at the infant she was holding. Holding both the baby's ankles and wrists let her feel it's suffering with every torn bit of clitoral flesh. She'd heard that florantians were harsh with their children, it was beyond anything she'd expected. Little Pinia was really screaming. "I'm not... sure that's right for skunk babies, but I'll..." Irene took a deep breath to try to calm her racing heart. "I'll take your word for it about florantians!" "Baby skunks would benefit from it too." Welka dabbed at the last two raw wounds with a cloth, making Pinia practically vibrate from agony. "Maybe not quite as damaging I suppose. You mammals don't seem to heal as fast." She scrubbed the heavily salted water roughly for three seconds before dropping the cloth and grabbing the pliers again. "It's a wonderful bonding time, too. If you like, you could spend some time with Pinia to see how it feels. New mothers always benefit from practice, after all." "I don't know..." Irene let go of the the baby's hands to rub her bulging belly, then took the pliers. "I suppose it would be good practice. Are you sure I won't go too far?" "We're very durable. You'll be working on her clitoris, so you can go as far as you want. It'll grow back." Pinia reached for her mom, still screaming from lingering pain. Her vision was blurred from tears, until her mother wiped them away with a soft tissue. Welka soothed her with a loving kiss to the mouth and a tickle under both armpits. It wasn't much, but it made the baby stop screaming to simply stare at her in pain. "There, she's ready to suffer more. A mother should show that she love hers her daughter, especially while torturing her. It'll make her look forward to it as she gets older. Just use the pliers to rip the outer layer of skin off of her clitoris. Pinch down on a small portion and twist and yank. I think it's Pinia's favorite torture so far." The skunk had to try a couple times to snag the first bit of skin between the metal jaws. She wasn't sure how hard to press or at what angle, but even the failed attempts made Pinia hurt. Welka had ripped off not quite a third of her flesh in splotches all over the girl's clitoris so almost any touch was agony for the baby even without tearing more away. "Are all baby clits this big?" Irene pulled the first pinch of skin off and let the thrill of really torturing the baby run through her. "There's so much to rip off." "My pretty Pinia is about average. Try up at the tip, there's a little slit up there that's the most sensitive." The pliers dug into that sweet spot tip first and Pinia stopped making noise. Her breathing turned into a choking noise which broke into a wavering bawling when Irene squeezed and yanked. She trailed off a few seconds later trying to catch her breath to cry more forcefully. Both mother and mother to be watched her, their own breathing labored, but from excitement and arousal rather than agony. Welka ran her hands over the pregnant skunk's belly and down to her wet pussy for a fond playful slap. Irene jumped but didn't complain as she tore another pinch off. Time went by slowly for Pinia, but it passed much faster for her tormenters. Little by little the skin came off, leaving the infant's not quite three inch long clitoris red and completely raw. The baby drifted in and out of sobbing and choked screaming. Welka stroked her cheek now and then and proudly kissed the girl like a lover three times before the skunk finished. The breathless mephit panted over Pinia, eying the florantian's many nipples. "Is that all? What about those?" "You could do those... but I think you'd enjoy needling her raw swollen clitoris more." Welka took her friend's pliers and pressed a smooth handled tool into her hand instead. "Have you ever tenderized meat before you cooked it?" "Of course. I beat it with a hammer until it's softer." Irene rubbed at the black top and turned it over to look at the metal bottom. Her eyes were wide at the sight of the 32 steel needles before letting her gaze drift over to Pinia's large skinless clitoris. "Wow, this is a tenderizer?" "Oh yes. For raw meat. True, she's not really meat, but that is certainly raw and meaty. Just hold it sideways so it doesn't cover the whole thing at once and push it in real slow." Welka sounded so casual about it. Irene's hand shook with nerves at using such a nasty thing on a baby, but with the mother so unconcerned, it had to be ok. The skunk to a few calming breaths, rubbed her own baby through her belly, and pressed it to the tip of Pinia's skinned clitoris. Pinia had no idea what it was or of anything other than the gradually diminishing pain in that highly sensitive organ. It didn't hurt at all beyond the pressure on already sore flesh, so she just kept quietly crying. When the tenderizer pressed her cocklike clit against her belly, though, the sharp needles stabbed into the reddened plant meat and sent a great many stinging aches to her immature mind. "Don't press hard yet, just very gradually increase the pressure. We want those needles to all go in slowly as possible." Welka stroked Pinia's tear streaked cheek gently. "And don't try to stop your hand from shaking like that. The shaking will make it hurt her a lot more. That's right, Pinia. You're going to have your beautiful sensitive clit shredded by all these needles. Be sure to be nice and loud to let us know how badly it hurts." Irene didn't watch the mother being tender with her girl. She was far more interested in watching the ten or so steel needles sink little by little into the living tissue. Piercings were common, she'd even had her own experiences with needles, but where one went in easy, pushing just over twenty in was surprisingly hard. It was rewarding though. The pitch of Pinia's crying rose quickly from a dull tired whimper to a piercing full lungs screaming before even a full quarter inch was through. With the skunk's hand shaking from the nervous excitement of torturing such a young child as well as the effort to go slow, the needles scraped and stabbed at slightly different angles inside Pinia's already sore clitoris. Each shake made the baby feel like another set of needles were tearing through her. Each slight shift also changed the angle they were forced through at, too, letting Irene tear far more tissue than she expected inside. The baby's high pitched wail gave out as her lungs did. She choked and coughed with the relentless pain stealing what little breath she could draw in. Welka pat her flat, if chubby chest, to help get the four week old infant breathing better again, but she didn't try to ease the girl's suffering. Sharing her daughter's suffering was such an arousing experience. Pinia's eyes were wide open in agony, but she couldn't see anything other than blurs with the tears. Her mother dabbed them with a cloth and tilted the baby's head up to make her watch her own torture. Irene waved at her, which just made the needles shift a bit further on their way through. The skunk took nearly a minute to push through that first half inch section. She took only a few seconds to pull the tenderizer out of the hole. Both women admired the not quite symmetrical twin rows of holes pierced through it, even as Irene pressed the needler down below them for another set. She pressed it just as slowly again and the infant stayed silent for a full four seconds before she could find enough breath and energy to let express her misery with another loud sobbing. There was no plea for it to stop since she didn't know any, just her letting the hurt out as best she could. It was quieter than before, as Pinia was nearly exhausted, but it was still what both women were after. "Oh, it's wider than before. Surprisingly tough, too!" Irene pushed it harder. "I think I want one of these, Welka. It feels so good going in." Welka watched her daughter shaking violently on the cushions she'd been laid on. She didn't think to say anything. Watching the little girl suffer was making it hard to think. Memories of her own torture as a girl had her much larger clitoris throbbing and begging to be used, one way or another. "Welka?" "Hmmm?" The skunk twisted her hand a bit without realizing as she turned toward her Florantian friend. "You're grinding against my hip. Would it... hurt her worse if you were to force that into her as I tenderize her clit?" "At first." Welka smiled at the screwed up expression of agony on her daughter's face. "But it may make her feel good after a while and we can't have that. I'll be fine, you go on and tenderize her. There's a lot of ground to cover. You'll like the center even more. That's the widest. She'll wish you were skinning her again." "Oh... I can't wait!" Irene laughed and kept working the needles on through. "But I guess I WILL since we don't want it to end too soon! Soon you'll have shredded hamburger for a clitoris, Pinia, won't you?" "And why not treat it as such? We'll season that with lots of salt and pepper and she'll sizzle nice and loud when we cook it, if we can hear it over the screams." Welka rubbed the back of her fingers down her daughter's pain taut belly and up to her chin. "Cooking you will make it hurt so badly. It won't heal quickly, either." Pinia stared into her mother's eyes as the woman spoke to her. She understood almost nothing that was said, but the expression and sadism she recognized. Even with her tear blurred eyes she could tell her momma was going to hurt her again. Hurt her deep. Welka pat her friend's pregnant bulge. "You keep working, I'm going to go fetch some things." Irene stabbed the tenderizing needles through the deep center over and over without replying. She really enjoyed feeling the resistance of the baby's tender flesh growing weaker every time. Welka left the room and the skunkette didn't even glance up. Pinia was too tired to struggle much without being held anymore and just lay there crying and took it. The older florantian was gone for close to a minute before she returned, pushing a mobile kitchen island. Irene shoved the needler in a few more times, but Pinia's clitoris was a mess of small holes from base to tip and pretty much as tender as it was going to get. It wasn't quite shredded hamburger, but it was very spongy when her mother gave it a hard squeeze. "Oh, that's about perfect. There's still a bit of resistance in a few spot, which well help it hold up for cooking." Irene shivered from a rush of nerves. "You really are going to cook her?" "Just her clitoris. She won't be in any danger. I would never do anything to risk her life! We do love our children, we just know that they grow up better if they suffer intensely throughout their youth." Welka plugged the hot plate on the small counter top in next to her baby's bed. "And with how we heal, even our sweet babies can take a lot to make it last more than a day or two. What's your favorite salad dressing, Irene?" "Uh... I guess greek, or maybe ranch. Why?" Welka set a pot on the hot plate and squirted a bottle of ranch dressing into it. "You'll see, although you'll probably guess before that." The skunkette ran her fingers along Pinia's sap coated clitoris roughly while watching the other woman. She knew the dressing would be going on that tenderized organ, just not how. Watching the pot heating up, she also knew it was going to burn terribly. Welka was right. She knew what was going to happen the moment the florantian pulled out a thick marinade injecting syringe. The idea of it made her shiver sympatheticly at just the idea of it going in. Her mind tried to imagine how it would feel stabbing through her own clitoris and the pregnant skunk had to rub herself down there to feel the pleasure instead. She swallowed hard, watching the woman testing the heating dressing. "That... is going to hurt." "I should certainly hope so. Almost boiling. I put in a little too much." Welka waited another minute with her friend, letting her daughter cool down while the pot heated up. She'd need to get some energy back to suffer better. It was hard letting the girl's tortured clitoris go without addition abuse for a little while, though. Pinia's tears stopped and her heavy breathing slowed. She was exhausted just from the needling. The four week old baby sniffed and her mom wiped her nose and face clean for her, even giving a kiss to her cheek. Pinia managed to smile for them. "There, I think she's ready. I'll do the first one to show you how to do it, Irene." Welka filled the syringe with the boiling salad dressing, then roughly grabbed her daughter's clit and stabbed it in straight down tip to groin the entire length of the thick inch long needle. Pinia's breathing stopped with a squeak as it went in. Her whole body flinched violently at the sudden intense burning sensation, then went stiff. With the source of the burn inside, she didn't know what to do and simply tried to pull everything away from everything else at the same time. Her mother squeezed the plunger hard, forcing the boiling mass in quickly and yanking it out. The holes let plenty of it squish out rather than building up pressure, but that just made the heat seep into her tissue faster with more contact. Welka pulled the needle out and handed it to her friend. "Now, when you do it, do it slower than I did. I wanted to shock her for the first one. The next ones should be slower so it's more drawn out. Her clit will also hold more that way instead of letting it all escape through all those perforations." Irene took the needle, but hesitated when Welka stirred some sriracha into the dressing. The woman waved dismissively and the skunk filled the syringe. She chose further down Pinia's clit before pushing in and injecting it slowly. Pinia's breath wooshed out of her at the new agony and she found the strength to squeal very high pitched before again breaking down into quiet tears. The breath wooshed out of Irene, too. She still found herself imagining how that boiling liquid would have felt just touching her own clitoris. Empathy had her hand shaking and she felt so short of breath from the wrong excitement at hurting one so little so badly. "This won't permanently damage her... will it?" Welka stirred more dressing into the pan and added more sriracha to it. "If we don't treat Pinia's clitoris, it will be permanent because of the burning heat. That'll damage the cells." She took the syringe from her friend's hand and refilled it. "However, if we cut the burnt tissue off, her body will regrow it as good as new, only a lot more sensitive for a few days." Irene's panted, breathing almost as shallow as little Pinia. She took the needle again and pressed it right to the infant's clitoris, near the base and stabbed it in. Hurting the tiny florantian permanently, yet not. The thumb pressed the plunger hard. Her ears flicked back at the child's sudden shriek of agony, then swiveled back at the rapid fall off of exhaustion. Her cunt had never been wetter. Her clit hurt from being so aroused, which encouraged her stab the needle into Pinia's again to make that clit suffer more. Pinia's eyes were clenched shut from the pain. She could feel the little chunks in the salad dressing inside her large nub. They felt like they tore her tissue as they shifted around with the injections. Pain from the insertion grew from the heat sinking in a second later with it. Heat that was made worse by the chili sauce mixed in. The infant didn't have any words to describe the suffering or anything she was feeling. Her wails were loud with each injection and the agony didn't diminish between them. It just grew and so did her wordless pleas for it to stop. Hands caressed her face and chest, a pair of lips kissed hers and her forehead several times, but nothing stopped it. The soothing loving words just couldn't compete with the tormenting heat in her clitoris. She liked them, needed them, but they didn't make it hurt less. Another needle ripped through her already torn tissue with more boiling mass spreading the burn deep inside and out. Another chunk of herb scraped her raw nerves and brought out a desperate wailing from the infant after a deep sucking of air. Her chest deflated quickly before she struggled for another breath. The burning felt worse. Something was wrong down in her most sensitive flesh. Her mother could see it, too. The discoloration of the little florantian's clitoris. The formerly turgid plant flesh drooped with the burning heat having cooked it mostly through. Welka knew her daughter was close to collapse, but she let Irene inject the four week old twice more before finally taking the needle away. "There, My sweet Pinia is mostly cooked down there. Just look how her clitty has wilted. Reminds me of the pictures my mom took when she first cooked mine." Welka pulled a camera from the cart and took her own pictures of her miserable daughter. She pulled Pinia's clitoris down to take pictures of the top and bottom, then slid a thermometer into one of the dressing filled holes covering the large pain button. It only drew a moan of pain from the infant as she ground it in. "Eighty degrees. That's near enough to boiling to hurt pretty bad. Isn't it, Pinia?" Irene touched it bare handed and winced at the heat. "Anything I'd cook at home would have dried out by now. Is it really that hot?" "She has a lot of moisture in the rest of her to keep it moist enough. Still, we don't want that heat to sink into her. I think now is a good time to either cool it down or cut it off." The skunk hesitated. She still wasn't sure about cutting. That always made her feel bad to see it happen, even consensually. Cutting that area especially made even her sadistic nature falter. "Lets try cooling it first." "Good choice. It'll hurt terribly the longer it's left on with that burnt tissue." The florantian mother hurried off and back and handed her pregnant friend a bowl of ice cubes. "Here. Just the very bottom though. You wants to leave the top burning so she can suffer longer." Irene giggled. Ice she DID like. The rough ice in the bowl felt like it had a lot of rough edges, too, as she picked a cube up. Pinia let out a tired yelp when the frosty ice touched the very base of her clit. The heat inside it had spread there, but not enough to risk cooking it yet. The skunk ground the frozen water back and forth where Pinia's large tortured nub joined her body and enjoyed watching it abrade the girl's plantlike skin. Cold sank into the exhausted infant's groin little by little. Irene rubbed the ice hard, adding a second cube with her other hand to the other side of Pinia's clit. It didn't hurt as much as the boiling dressing had, but the drastic textural difference of the torture made it feel just as bad scraping away at the delicate tissue. The ice made Pinia's weak legs fight to close more than the burning injections had, but her mother easily held them open for it. Both older women took turns sharing the cubes to abuse the girl and it didn't take long for the risk of burning to end. Little Pinia couldn't tell, though, the heat felt as fresh as when it was forced in. Everything burned, even the ice, which felt like flaming sand paper scraping away the base of her clitoris layer by layer. Welka nodded after another test of the temperature. "All safe. We can leave her as she is indefinitely now, which will hurt a lot. We can also make her hurt so much more just by letting you have a salad, Irene. Doesn't it look tasty?" "It'll hurt more... if I eat it?" "She'll hurt a lot while we cut it away at the uncooked section and then we can torture the new clitoris after it regrows. New growth is extremely sensitive for a few days. Using the needler on her fresh growth like you did would probably make her pass out from the pain." The mother and mother to be looked at Pinia laying there. Irene stared at the large heavily damaged clit, smiled, and gave it a poke with a finger. She wasn't hungry just yet, but maybe in a little while, after letting it marinade. She had to take care of her own clit first.