Yes, because she wants to go home now

Vincent looks at her with disdain.

"But but but what?" He asks.

"But I don't want to!" Explains Cassie

"Please just let me go like this!" She pleads again.

"You have a choice now! Do what he said or we'll tie you up!" Says the tattoo artist.

"Fine," Cassie says tonelessly.

"Come on, I'll take you there too!" Says Paul.

He takes out the short rope he stuffed in his pocket earlier, knots it to Cassie's nipple carabiner.

By it he pulls her behind him onto the main street. With tears in her eyes Cassie walks together with Paul to the lantern.

Some people are already looking at them when they arrive at the lantern and tie the naked Cassie to the lantern.

He walks away from her again and Cassie realizes that even if she had the courage, escape is not possible. For a while she just stares into space, then she starts.

Slowly, her hand moves down. She is incredibly embarrassed.

Some people stop a few feet away and look at Cassie. She closes her eyes and grabs her own vagina, rattling her rings.

She starts whispering. "Look at me... I am.... I'm...." her finger moves into her vagina and she moans softly.

"What's wrong with her?" She hears a voice.

"She looks horny!" She hears another.

"Look at me am... I'm a perverted whore." She says a little louder now.

"Oh yes, and how you are!" She hears a voice.

Surely it won't be long before they come to take her out of this situation, so she continues unperturbed.

"Look at me! I'm a perverted whore!" She almost screams now.

Then she opens her eyes.

Some people are standing right in front of her watching her fingering herself and calling herself a perverted whore.

She would love to stop now and hide. But if she does that, they won't let her guys go.

"Stop that you whore!" Says a woman to her, slapping Cassie across the face. But Cassie doesn't stop.

With a red cheek, she shouts again. "Look at me! I'm a perverted whore!"

"Don't! You perverted piece of filth!" Says another woman, trying to pull Cassie's hand from her now quite wet vagina.

But Cassie fights her off and keeps going. The desire to get home is too great, and the fear of what if she doesn't do as she's told is too great.

Then the guys come to her.

Vincent filmed everything with seven cell phones.

Very embarrassed, Cassie stops fingering herself.

Paul unties her from the lantern.

Cassie is glad that it has finally come to an end and she can go home.

"Anyone who wants to fuck her or do anything else to her is welcome to do so. She'll be ready for you in the tattoo store in a minute. Only $10 for a fuck with the little one." Hearing the tattoo artist's voice quickly, a commotion of rabble-rousing women and men forms, not wanting to miss the opportunity.

"What?" Cassie asks in shock.

"No! I did what you wanted!" She says Paul pulls on the rope and Cassie gets her nipple pulled, which hurts her a lot.

"Ah!" she cries,

"Come on now!" Says he and pulls harder that she has **** but to follow him.

Arriving at the tattoo studio, the tattoo artist says. "Why don't you put it there!"

"Please, let me go, I did what you said after all!" She tries to negotiate again.

But that doesn't convince him.

"But that didn't pay off your debt to me!" Says he sternly. "Now lie down there!" He shouts.

Cassie lies down on the couch.

"How many guys have you had sex with?" He asks her quietly now, putting on gloves.

"What? Why?" She asks, confused.

"Answer me!" He says seriously again.

"With seven, if I count the two." Says she truthfully and points to Vincent and Paul.

"Good." Says he, he gets the tattoo machine and is about to stab Cassie's when she flinches.

"No! No more!" She pleads.

"I'll make you an offer." He says.

"If you let me do this now, I'll take the weights off your piercings."

"No, I'd rather have the weights!" Says Cassie, who knows that yes, she can remove the weights somehow, but not the tattoo.

"Okay, if you don't want to. Then they stay on." Says he, giving a sign, and Paul and Vincent grab her by the arms and legs.

The weights she's holding up as usual drop back down and pull.

"Ahh!" Cassie yells out.

The tattoo artist starts the machine and starts writing. Cassie's initial fidgeting is quickly stopped with violent pulling on the weights.

[Number of people who fucked me] he has now written under her belly button and drawn seven strokes underneath like a counter, with the fifth stroke going across the first 4 to symbolize a 5.

"And there's still a lot of room, I hope we get the fifteen full today." He says, looking contentedly at Cassie's pained face.

"By the way, you owe me another $100 for that"

"Why are you only asking for $10 and not more?" Vincent asks greedily.

"If I say it costs $50, only one may come. But if I say it's only $10, more than ten are certain to come! Or would you pass up a $10 fuck?" The tattoo artist asks.

"Genius!" Agrees Vincent.

"What, more than ten?" Whimpers Cassie. "I don't want it!"

"Stop whining!" Says Vincent.

"No! Let me go!" Screams she now.

"We'll have that in a minute," says the tattoo artist, pulling some rings out of a drawer.

Cassie is still being held by Paul and Vincent and now looks to him in panic.

He comes back to Cassie and holds her by the lips.

She pulls her head away.

Vincent holds her head, preventing her from pulling her head away.

The tattoo artist takes a pair of pliers, stabs through the middle of Cassie's upper lip, puts a ring through it and does the same to her lower lip on the left.

Then he gets a thread and decorates in through the rings so Cassie can't open her mouth.

"There, now it's quiet!" He says happily. "Mmmhh! Mmmhhh!" Tries Cassie to speak.

"Better, right?" Asks the tattoo artist.

"Yes, quiet she is, but how is she supposed to dick, suck and swallow now?" Poses Paul as a legitimate question.

"Oh yeah, fuck!" Says the tattoo artist and pulls the tape back out.

He opens Cassie's mouth, which is still held by Vincent, and stuffs a big ring between her teeth so she can't close her mouth.

"Aaahhhhaah!" Comes out of Cassie's mouth now, who of course can't speak like that either.

Then he sprays numbing spray into her mouth and Cassie feels her tongue and part of her throat go numb.

"This is what you actually take to do tongue piercings, but this way she will be able to say absolutely nothing for now, the ring is no longer necessary" he explains, but leaves the ring in Cassie's mouth to keep it open. Then he looks at Cassie.

"While I've got the spray in, I might as well do some piercings!" He says and gets another pair of pliers out of a drawer and a long stick and three rings.

Cassie tries to wriggle, but she is held too tightly by the two **** men.

He takes Cassie's tongue out of her mouth and pierces it once in the middle to put a rod through.

Then he makes two more holes in the front on the sides of the tip of her tongue and puts two small rings through it.

He then makes a hole in her lip frenulum and slides a ball in there that has a stone on the bottom.

"Very nice, I'll get another $50 from you for each piercing!" He says to her with a laugh.

Cassie just scowls at him as she can't move her head or say anything.

"Let her go." He says to them both and they let go of Cassie.

Immediately her hand rings to her mouth to pull out the big ring.

"Dahh allhhhaaada!" She stammers now as she can't really speak with her tongue and throat numb.

Add to that the tongue piercing, which doesn't exactly make her pronunciation any clearer.

She gets up and wants to leave, but in front of the store door, a lot of men are already waiting.

"Yes, just open the door for them. I think you're ready." Says the tattoo artist laughing.