Ashley is the main course.

"Well done, ladies!" Lash cried merrily. "If you have any other friends who want to check on you, there's always room for one more."

Ashley started to try and reason with the old monster, but with a flick of his wrist, a leather coated bit gag took her speech. He beckoned and she was dragged to him as Britney looked on helplessly.

"What are they feeding you girls nowadays? You're so…developed," he hissed, his hands lingering on her young, leather clad breasts. He circled her, touching her here and there, her pony boots rooting her to the spot. "And you're both such girls next door. No tattoos, no piercings. Shouldn't both of you have masturbated for your webcams by now?"

He stopped behind his trembling new ponygirl and reached around her, sliding his ragged fingernails across her toned stomach. He pulled her roughly against him, savoring the feeling of her leather clad ass struggling against him. As if she wasn't worried enough, the feeling of Lash's erection pressed against her through his pants was unnaturally large… and seemed to be writhing like a tentacle. She moaned into her gag and struggled harder, to Lash's pleasure.

"Let me help you get caught up." He thrust his hands down Ashley's leather shorts and tickled her pussy lips. She jerked her hips back… right into his writhing monster cock. Forward into his fingers, backwards into his cock. She was trapped. A series of cold, metallic clamping sensations made Ashley jerk back. "You're pierced, and…" Something rushed around her pussy and up, to her belly button, where a cold steel ring now hung from her flesh. It was a small silver chain, and Ashley could only whimper as it attached itself to the piercing. "Now you're pussy is all chained up. That's exotic, right?"

Ashley cried into her gag helplessly as she saw ink creeping up in intricate patterns from beneath her humiliating shorts. As she watched it, Lash ran his hands over her bare biceps, leaving her with at tattoo of her and Britney in the 69 position on one arm and I heart spanking on the other. Lash's crowning achievement was her tramp stamp, which read This Girl Need Discipline.

"There you go. Now you can walk with your head held high." He brayed laughter, not noticing Britney creeping up behind him with a large brass candle holder.