He adds another staple to her collection

"It don' matter how much you shout, girl, no one'll hear ya," Ricardo says, and as he holds her head still he reaches for the staple gun others have used before him.

"This'll shut you up," he says, and turns her head to the side, bringing the staple gun toward her terrified eyes.

Amanda's mouth opens to scream, playing into his hands as he pushes the staple gun forward, firing a staple through her lush lips, the sharp projectile impaling her perfectly, one point outside her lip, the other bursting through her lip, a small spray of blood splattering across the pale drywall.

"Back to fucking," the man said, dropping the gun as Amanda's hands frantically rose to her face, clenching into balls as she found herself unable to touch the metal prong through her lip.

Ricardo lined himself up with her asshole and pushed in. He'd have preferred her pussy but some of the previous guys had used the staple gun on it. Now she had a hammer stuck handle-first into her cunt with the girls swollen clit wedged into the claw-side used for extracting nails. A staple went through the swollen nub into a small piece of wood.

Each cunt lip had a pair of staples in them, the thin labia lips attached to a piece of wood on each side.

Ricardo cursed being told about the girl so late in the day. He'd have wanted her when she was fresh, not fucked out like she was now. He scowled, jamming in and out with extra fervor, venting his frustration on her.

It didn't take long for the mexican to cum inside her, and the hand that smacked her ass made her scream as it hit the dozens of staples someone had used to make a dollar sign on one ass cheek, the staples looking like train tracks on her buttock.

"Can't forget to add my bit," he said, picking up a marker someone had brought up. He took off the cap, looked at her body to decide where to write. On her right was 'luv pain' so he decided to go with the theme and wrote 'no means YES!' on her left.

"Thanks slut," he said, and walked to the elevator, where the Bill and Joe had just disembarked. "Hey guys, thanks. That was worth the twenty bucks."

"No problem, Ricky," Bill said with a smirk, while Joe just stared at Amanda. When they'd started she looked a little rough but now she was a mess, cum smearing her backside and legs, extra writing on her body like graffitti, and of course the extra 'piercings' she'd been given.

"Shit Bill, we're gonna get hell for this. We shouldn't have..."

"You backing out on me?" Bill growled, picking up the staple gun, turning it toward his friend.

Joe staggered back a step, raising his arms in a warding manner. "N... No way, Bill. I mean it!"

"Good, cuz she ain't gonna tell anyone. Hell, she doesn't even know where she is. Time to knock her out again."

Amanda's screaming had subsided during Ricardo's fuck, turning into a sobbing until Bill approached her, pulling a rag from his pocket. Amanda tried to cringe away, but the staple in her lip stopped her, the pain reminding her of all the rest she now felt across her body. The staples, the bruised, the welts from belts slashing across her body.

"For fuck's sake," Bill muttered, pointing the staple gun toward her face. "You shut up, you hear?"

Amanda keened, and might have ripped her lip from the staple if Bill hadn't dropped the rag to push her face harder into the drywall.

"This'll help hold you still," he said, and her eyes widened as the staple gun came closer. A screech escaped her and she fainted when he pulled the trigger. Whatever Amanda had imagined it probably wasn't having a staple shooting through a nostril to attach her to the drywood.

"Huh. Almost don't need the **** now. Still," Bill shrugged, and pressed the rag against her face so she wouldn't wake up while they were moving her.

Eighteen floors below the men were packing up and leaving, the worksite becoming empty of everyone but them. While the last stragglers left the two men finished cutting holes in the drywall to free the girl, leaving her with small pieces of it stuck to her nipples, face and bellybutton, where someone had somehow managed to staple it to the drywall. They even noticed that a small nail had somehow put a nail through her tongue like a tongue-stud. Maybe the same one who'd then put the hammer in her cunt.

It was hard work cleaning up after themselves, but they managed to erase all of the obvious evidence that she had ever been there before bringing her limp body down the elevator and to their truck.

"What're we going to do with her, Bill?" Joe asked nervously.