Branded

With a sniffle, Jessica prepared herself to answer the woman's question. "I will never sink to your level... I'm not gonna be Miss Wallace's little bitch slut!" Jessica yelled at her, stomping her clamped feet and wrists. The woman's eye twitched, she was serving a community service sentence to work for Miss Wallace. The very thought of being her **** angered her, she only had a year left and she would not be bullied by some low life brat.

The woman clenched her fists angrily. "Right, I'm branding you!" She yelled and raised her gun once more. Jessica's eyes widened and she panicked. "BRANDING!!? DON'T YOU DARE!" She shrieked in the same high pitched tone again, horrified by the concept. "Yes, you are by far the naughtiest girl I've ever come across, so you've earnt a nice medal for it!" The woman responded. "I hope you die in fucki-- mpphhh!!"

"Shhh shh shh! You've said enough!" The woman covered Jessica's mouth with her hand, prevented her from saying anything else harmful. The woman glanced all over Jessica's body. "Now where can I put your branding, somewhere you'll never forget..." She told Jessica menacingly. "Mmphhh!!" Jessica yelled back at her.

The woman looked at Jessica's boobs. "Oh that's perfect, I'll put it here on your cleavage, that way whenever you want to flaunt your big chest you'll also be telling everyone what you are!" She smiled, noticing the sheer terror in Jessica's gagged face. She readied her gun, flicking a switch. "This thing is pretty neat, it doubles as a laser and also a tattoo gun!" She chuckled.

Jessica shook her entire body aggressively, trying to desperately stop this from happening. "Hold still or it'll look worse!" The woman told Jessica and switched the gun back on. Jessica screamed behind the woman's hand as the needle made contact with her skin. The woman wrote a phrase across her cleavage directly above the line separating her two big boobs.

After approximately ten minutes of a slow and painful tattoo session, the woman was finished. She removed her hand from Jessica's mouth and stood back to admire her handiwork. Jessica caught her breath, her chest was in pain. "You motherfucker!!! What did you write!?" She yelled, both in anger and fear.

The woman smiled and picked up the mirror again, showing it to Jessica. The naked reporter's entire body shut down in shock. "Miss Wallace's naughty girl" had been written above her boobs. This opened the floodgates for Jessica, as tears rolled down her face. She shrieked and sobbed, horrified by what had been done.

The woman chuckled. "You've done this to yourself, you broke the law and now you're paying the price! All you are to everyone now is Miss Wallace's naughty little girl!" The woman taunted, enjoying every second of it. "NOOOO!!!" Jessica cried.

The woman took a look at the clock and realised the time. "Okay, I'll let you go back to Miss Wallace now, but only if you tell me what you are." The woman offered. Jessica glared up at the woman with her tearful eyes. "Go fuck yourself!" She yelled, her body filled with fury and rage.

The woman raised the gun and switched it on. "Fucking tell me, or you know what I'm capable of!" The woman threatened with a glare, her eyes stared into the soul of Jessica. The naked reporter gulped and flinched, terrified of that gun. "Okay okay! Fuck! I'm a naughty girl!" She panicked and responded. "Who's naughty girl?" The woman asked. "For fucks sake... Miss Wallace's naughty girl..." Jessica angrily responded.

The woman smiled with joy. "Excellent, now you can see Miss Wallace!" She pulled a lever on the wall next to the cart Jessica was locked in. The ground where the cart was placed suddenly started to rise up. A circle around the cart raised up as a piston beneath it pushed it. The ceiling opened up a circle big enough to fit the cart and the floor.

Jessica screamed as she saw the woman wave at her. "What a fucking nightmare of a woman, she keeps that behaviour up I don't wanna imagine what Miss Wallace will do..." She talked to herself, she headed back for her much needed bed.