First she needs to be prepared.

The next morning Emily awoke to find that Jeannie was already there dressed in only a blue silky nightgown with her stiff cock poking against the fabric. Emily was spread eagle on the x-shaped table still naked and covered in dry semen from the day before. They hadn't even bothered to clean off the cum from her body. Cameras were set up throughout the basement now all pointed at her with their red lights brilliantly glowing against the darkness signifying that they had been already set to record whatever horror Jeannie was about to inflict upon her. Emily prayed that she would be able to retain her virginity for awhile yet.

Jeannie stepped over to the table her nightgown swishing sensually, and she ran a hand against Emily's cheek before disappearing out of Emily's sight. She could still hear her captor's movements as she was moving around something metal on what might have been tray. She then came back into view with implements that reminded Emily of the stuff she had seen on tv that were used for tattooing, piercings, and branding. Fear gripped her heart as she realized just what was going to be done to her young tender body. She wasn't gagged and thus took the chance to plead, "No... please don't do this! I- I can't take this kind of pain! You'll... no. No. NO!"

While Emily had been begging, Jeannie had placed the piercing gun against Emily's erect nipple. The cold air had done all the work necessary to get it nice and stiff. Without any sense of mercy, Jeannie clicked the trigger sending a wave of pain through Emily's body unlike any she had felt before. Her back arched and tried to twist against the bonds. Jeannie's cruel smile grew wider as she stuffed the hole with a heavy gold plated ring and sealed it up with a blow torch. Emily's mouth opened again to beg in horror, "No, not again. Please not again! Please! PLEASE!"

The scream was punctuated by the sound of the piercing gun going off again and soon another nipple ring was put into place and then welded together. Emily was covered in sweat and breathed heavily as Jeannie flicked the tiny bells on the rings to emphasize her point, "These will never come off and now everyone who sees you will know that you are slut. They'll never believe you had these **** onto you, nor that you are with us unwillingly even if you do try to convince them."

Despair began to set in on Emily as the girl was right, who would believe that she had just allowed someone to do that to her if she didn't want it to happen. Suddenly, she saw the gun moving down to her pussy causing her to scream for mercy, "Oh God, please don't! Not that! No! NOOOO!"

The new wave of pain was mixed with a hint of pleasure that disgusted Emily. A new hole had been made in her engorged clit. She was ashamed that having her breasts pierced had turned her on enough to make it possible to do this at all. A new ring and bell were fitted to her body which Jeannie again flicked to make jingle. It was humiliating in the ****. Emily lay there hoping the ordeal was over and that she could get a reprieve, but her hopes were dashed when she saw Rob step back into view with the tattooing needles and ink.

Rob looked at Jeannie with a wicked smile, "And what is it you would like to mark her delicious cunt with?"

They couldn't possibly be serious, Emily thought. Unfortunately, they were as Jeannie replied, "I think Sex Toy would be perfect! I haven't named one that in awhile!"

The excitement at defacing her pussy was too much to bear, and Emily began to sob. She was too tired to even beg at this point as the needle lanced her pussy forever marking her as a sex toy. Even if she were to escape now, no one would respect her. They would all think she was a slut, a whore, and toy to be abused. Emily whimpered at the long process and was about to just pass out when she felt a slap against her pussy lips. Jeannie nodded at the handiwork and the pained expression on Emily's face as she slapped her pussy again and again until it was red.

"Now, the brand please," Jeannie extended a hand and was given the glowing red hot brand by Rob. Emily's eyes were again wide in terror, "No... wasn't everything else enough? Aren't you happy with what you did? Can you just let me go? Wait... don't... stop! Stop! No! Please, I'll do anything! Ah! AHHHH!"

Her screams filled the room a final time as they jabbed the branding iron into her lower back just at the perfect level of a tramp stamp. Jeannie whispered into Emily's, now Sex Toy's, ear as she lost consciousness from the pain, "Oh, don't worry Sex Toy, you'll be doing everything we want soon enough."