Adapt you can live through this

"This thing won't break you Kara" you whisper it's just your body it can't control you.

The one behind you grabs your waist while the one in front pulls your hair and strokes its self. You are still nealing head siting on the anvil, it's member grows hard quickly. The best prod you with it's leathery textured tip.

Your slit has still not closed up from the brutal initiation this morning so as it enters from behind it feels less like you are being split in two. The new peirceings also add to the sensation the cold metal shifting with your folds causes you to gasp. It seems that they might change you to suit them better, the hell of the first day might not be every time. As this new owner fills you the beast in front of you grabs your nose ring and pulls your head up.

Grabbing you by the jaw, your so small in comparison his hand is almost twice the size of your head he forces your mouth open and looks inside.

"Hrmf No Metal. Need For Mouth"

It walks to a nearby tent and disappears inside for a moment. As it does this the one inside you has finally squeazed all the way inside. You feel you vaginal muscles burn stretched to far you body desperately trying to accommodate the invader. It begins thrusting now the shocks remind you of ridding a horse but so much more jarring. Each time it slams in you feel your bones strain and it feels like someone keeps striking you in the back of the head.

It comes inside three times, the hot filling causes you to swell and the sticky mixture runs down your legs and pools at your knees. You almost start to ponder the horror of what this stuff will do to you when the one that entered the tent returns with another ****.

She is holding another set of peirceings tools.
"This master wants your toung and mouth finished you must open you mouth"

More metal? Well you are already covered with it and your dignity is already gone.