Yes, make it easier

You comply and she tugs the tip of your toung with a set of tongs with litte circular holes at the end. She quickly stabs the hot poker in he other hand through the hole.

Even punch drunk from the brutal pounding and numb from the ****, it causes you to scream. She's not done till seven metal studs sit along your toung and four rings run through your lower lip. Tears blur your vision and you lose track of time for a little while.

When you wake up your sure from the sore jaw and horrid salty taste the Minotaur that comissioned this change enjoyed your mouths new features.

You wipe your mouth, white jelly comes of on your hands but you know you hardy removed any it runs in slowly drying streams along the rest of your body and your slit is now a gaping hole spiking out a slow and steady river of your masters seed. Putting your hand on you seamen swollen stomach you think about what you do from here. You don't think you will be let outside for a while, not till they are convince that your broken in and definetly pregnant. But women although slaves can get some autonomy here, the piercing girls weren't always escorted or locked away an you saw ment pregnant girls wandering around the camp as they lead you to your branding cerimony.