At the tattooist

Devin found himself in a new underground room; a tattoo parlour staffed by a female punk and rock chick robots, wherein loud metal music played.

Tanya was already in there getting inked herself and took the opportunity to mock Devin as a tramp stamp of a heart surrounded by thorns was tattooed just above his ass for the whole world to see when wearing low-rise outfits.

“You know, this has always been a fantasy of mine, having you here, completely helpless. I could’ve gotten anything tattooed on you, but I think turning you into the perfect slut you’d love to fuck but never could is more fitting. Then maybe you’ll see what it feels like to put your trust in a guy only for him to use your body and fuck off forever after he nuts in you. Oh, by the way, like my tattoo?”, asked Tanya, showing a new piece of ink on her leg saying ‘Fuck You Devin’ in a gothic text.

Devin could only lie there and take the abuse, not wanting to risk any worse procedures.

At the Wheel of Fucktune soon after, Jenson and Julia were selected to fuck, and the others partied.

Davina felt strange after her encounter with Tanya, feeling a sliver of a morose emotion he had never really experienced before: guilt.

This weird state put Davina on her back foot, making her more pensive and thoughtful but also tolerant of Trey and Patrick when they ogled and complimented her on how much of a sexy hellcat she was becoming, seeming like they were trying for once to be gentlemen which weirded Davina out even more.

A drunk Devin was dropped off into bed by Maria, and while Annie wanted to remind him that he needed to do his autocloset duty, she decided it would be a better idea to wait till the morning.