I then had them implant some very special pierced jewelry.
First was a sterling silver nasal ring, this was wrapped around her right nostril. Not only did this add to her new slutty look, but it also was functional. It had a tiny GPS tracker on the inside. I knew in case she decided to get squirrely, this would help me keep track of her.
The center piece was the sterling silver belly piercing that I had them pierce her with while they fucked her, completely against her will. It the silver stud was visible above her navel, before submerging under her skin and emerging again within her belly button. This part looked like a crystal like gem, but unknowingly to Katee also contained a microphone, so I could record her at any time I wished.
A half inch silver chain hung down from this piece before giving rise to the ornament, a glittering chain that strung together 6 letters that hung down from the main piece. It spelled out SEX TOY.
I wanted this ornament to let the world know exactly what Katee was, and how she was to be treated. I knew that jewelry like this would further enforce this new identity into Katee’s psyche. Truthfully, I knew it was just the beginning.
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Katee’s Perspective:
After having their way with me and violating my body in all sorts of unimaginable ways, they gave me my purse, clothes and told me to put myself together for Mr. Wilson.
I was standing in a dimly lit, mold bathroom, having just re applied my eyeline, lipstick and blush. My new nose piercing stung as I accidentally grazed it while doing my make up.
I wanted to cry as I looked at my reflection. I could hardly recognize myself. Looking back at me was a golden tanned face with long, overly done platinum blonde hair. I had heavy make up on accentuating my eyes, lips and blushed cheeks.
My big, now golden tanned tits were boosted up comically by my slutty pink top. My legs were completely bare, with my tight white pencil skirt My tummy was also completely bare.
I teared up as I saw my new belly button piercing. It was throbbing, mocking me. In two or three inch lettering, the words “SEX TOY” dangled down from the piercing in shiny glittery letters which I’m sure could be seen from a block away.
“Hey bitch, come out, your ‘boyfriend’s’ here” one of the men lauded
I wiped the tear off my cheek as I mustered the strength to walk out of the bathroom. With each step the chained ornament giggled a bit, tugging at my tender belly button.
I saw his leering smile almost instantly as I walked into the main room of the studio.
He came up to me, I felt repulsed as he put his hand freely around my bare waist.
“My my. Good work fellas” He sneered
He picked up the dangling letters of my belly button piercing in his hands. He beamed as he read it out loud.
“SEX TOY, ha! Sounds about right.”
I winced in pain as he gave it a tug before letting it go.
He gave the boss an envelope full of cash, the boss counted it before thanking him for hie generosity.
“No problem man.” He said as he started to walk me out of the room towards the door. “You took good care of my slut.” He then paused as he turned back to them.
“I might need to bring her back for a tramp stamp.” He smiled as he stroked my lower back to emphasize his point.
The men laughed
“Or maybe branding this sexy ass of hers.” He said as he slipped my skirt up and gave my ass cheek a smack in front of the three men.
They cheered and laughed. “Bring her back anytime man, first tattoo is on the house for you.”
I tried to hold in my tears. I was utterly humiliated as he was openly groping me in front of these strangers, treating me like a piece of meat.
Finally he led me out of the room, outside. The sun had begun to set. I was just relieved as I took a breath of fresh air in. It seemed like I had been in various dingy studios for hours.
Not knowing what this monster has in store next for me, I simply waited. I heard him whistle, as a cab pulled in to the parking lot. I could see the cab driver leering at me, looking me up and down.
The door was opened for me, and I felt Mr. Wilson’s hand on my lower back, pushing me in. He quickly got in and closed the door.
“Nudies Strip Club” Please
The cab driver smiled before starting to drive.
He turned to me and leered “Time for you to show off your sexy body off like the whore that you are.”
I felt the knot in the pit of my stomach tighten as the cab pulled out of the parking lot.
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