She's Permenantly Marked

Waking Saturday morning, she had a headache and was dying of thirst. Her pussy and tits was sore and she just shrugged it off to some late night hijinks she didn't remember. Not wanting to wake him she slowly climbed off the still sleeping man and made her way to the bathroom.

Walking by the mirror she came to a screeching halt. Looking down to confirm what she saw in the mirror, she froze in horror. Two large gold rings were sewn through her perfect nipples and looking down further she suddenly passed out.....

When she awoke a few minutes later she lay on the floor in shock. Her trembling hands slowly moved down her body coming to her bare mound. A little ways down they continued until she felt it, a ring through her clit. Oh my god he didn't she thought.....

Not being able to remember anything past the club, she realized he had taken her to a piercing parlor. That wasn't what a had made her pass out though, rings could be removed and piercings close with time. What had made her pass out was what was right above the new piece of jewelry. Looking down she passed out again at the sight.

Each letter a different color, the word fucktoy had been permanently inscribed right where her pubic hair used to be. Awaking again she realized Hunter was pissing behind her.

"Hello fucktoy" he said evilly, turning around.

"How could you, after everything I've done, how good I've been" she sadly asked him.

"Listen cunt, your mine, and that body is mine, and I can do anything I want with it. Besides you had better look at your ass. You're not going to be able to hide that," he said smiling

Tentatively standing up she turned around and her eyes nearly popped out. She felt dizzy again. Hunter walked over and cupping her ass in his hands "this is what you are and everyone who sees your marked pretty ass will know it now." On her right ass cheek near the top, but still impossible to hide with a bathing suit or underwear, was the word "slut" painted in red.

It was too horrible for her to even cry about. She would never again be able to wear a bathing suit or panties around someone without them seeing the tattoo.

Mr Taylor grabbed her and **** her on the floor on her knees in front of the toilet. This was the culmination of the months of brainwashing for him, the day she realized that she indeed was worthless. The day she learned the truth, that she was his as long as he would have her. The day she realized no decent man would want a fucked out tramp with slut stamped on her ass and fucktoy on her cunt. Sticking her head in the toilet bowl where he just pissed and didn't flush, he rammed his dick up her ass without any lube or even salvia to ease its entry.

"What are you?" he asked wrecking her round rear entry.

"WHAT ARE YOU" he screamed driving with all his **** deep into her and repeatedly shoving her head in the bowl. Her face and hair covered in dirty toilet water she started crying and yelling

"IM NOTHING, IM A DIRTY PIG, A PIECE OF SHIT, A PLACE FOR A MAN TO STICK HIS COCK, IM YOURS, YOU... OWN ME."

She believed every word of it. close to cuming he ripped her head out of the toilet and plunged his dick down her throat and came while she cried her last bit of innocence away around his cock. Hunter removed his dick from her throat and stood up and reveled in the sight before him. He had done it, created his own sex ****. She actually believed it.

Mr Taylor knew this for a fact just by hearing how strained and honest her screams were. How much they hurt her to admit. It was no game played for him, she had mean it. His next goal was achievable now he knew. As insecure and helpless as she believed herself to be right now, she still had the outside shell of her life to keep her from turning completely to him. Everyone had to know what she had become before she would be his completely. He had it planned when and where that would happen.