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Chapter 11 by Moot Moot

What does Vanessa decide to do?

Madam Markle's poopy plaything!

"Okay I'll do what you wanna do, just please don't call the cops." Vanessa sighed, she had little choice in matter as she was screwed either way. The woman cheered. "Yaaay! Okay I need you to speak this into the microphone." The woman held a piece of paper with text ob it and a microphone to Vanessa's face.

Vanessa took a deep sigh, she just wanted to get this all over. "I, Vanessa Sinclair, pledge myself to be Madam Markle's plaything." She said into the microphone. The woman started clapping. "Woohoo!! Congratulations you've just signed your life away! Now first things first take off her clothes!"

More arms came down from the ceiling and started to strip Vanessa. Madam Markle smiled as she watched Vanessa's clothes fall to the floor. Within a matter of seconds Vanessa's naked body was presented infront of Madam Markle. "Hmm yes you are the perfect specimen aren't you? Now I'm thinking about keeping your love for pooping a theme, but I'll need to program it all and set things up." Madam Markle spoke as she inspected Vanessa's body.

Vanessa gulped, for the first time in her life she was left speechless. She had no idea what was going to happen. Madam Markle turned to address the mechanical arms. "While our new plaything waits, give her the 'initiation'" Markle winked at the arms.

Suddenly Vanessa was lifted away by the arms. "Wait, what do you mean? What's gonna happen to me!?" Vanessa panicked, the realisation finally kicking in. She was taken into a dark room and left dangling in the air. "Initiating subject" a robotic voice suddenly announced, as a tattoo gun was suddenly presented infront of Vanessa. "OH NO! NO NO NO PLEASE DON'T TATTOO ME!!" Vanessa begged between screams.

The mechanical arm ignored her pleas, as it moved to her neck, tattooing it. Vanessa shrieked as the ink pierced her perfect skin. Once it was finally done, another arm held a mirror so Vanessa could see the damage. She now had "Madam Markle's Poopy Plaything" permanently written along her collarbone. Vanessa bursted into tears. "You've ruined me!!"

Little did she know, that was the least of her worries...

What's next?

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