Yes

You cough painfully, with a possible broken rib or two.

"Yes." You manage.

"You agree to honor our commandments, to take our mark, knowing that your only way out is ****?" Janetta asked sternly.

"I do." You say helpless with tears rolling down your cheek.

"He'll make a good pet!" Rita said, and the 5 or so women laughed.

"Every woman here is a Goddess, and you are her bitch! Well let's make this official then." Janetta sneered, and Ana pulled out a tattoo kit. You lay on the floor as Rita put **** on the small cuts, and Ana tattoos your ass. The needle digs into your fleshy ass cheeks as you lay your head on a small towel Rita left. The other Ladies have a few drinks and watch TV seemingly celebrating. You can hardly move, and the pain from the needle hums for about an hour. Once Ana is done she stands up, and the ladies gather around.

"Alright." Janette and the others catcall, and laugh.

"I think he should have '****' like a tramp stamp." Janetta suggested and they all laughed.

Suddenly you hear the door open and the Ladies explode in excitement. The smell of mexican food fills your nose as you lay there broken and exhausted. You fall asleep.

You wake up to someone giggling the leash to your collar, and whistling. It's Rita.

"Get up!" She orders, and you barely manage to get up with the broken ribs. She leads you into a bathroom, and unclips the leash.

"Take a shower!" Her words short, and the door slams behind you. You soak your body in the warm water, and wash your wounds. You feel much better as you dry off. You look at the tattoo in the mirror. It says "Property of Santos." You dry off, and walk out wearing a towel. The Ladies are playing pool and drinking basically ignoring you.

"Hey bitch! You hungry?" Rita called out, and you notice Janetta is gone.

"Yeah." You say, Rita holds up the pool cue, and looks mean at you.

"Yeah what?" Rita snaps.

"Yes, Goddess." You say, and a few ladies laugh, and tease.

"There's some leftovers over there!" Rita calls out as she hits the cue ball knocking in the 7 ball. You walk over to the bar and see a few tacos laying there. Your mouth is still sore as hell, but you manage to chew them up, and fill your belly. You twist around on the barstool and notice Rita giving you the eye. It didn't really process completely until now, but she's always had a thing for you. You've always thought she was sexy too.

The ladies order you around the rest of the night, grabbing them beers, and getting drinks. You keep your head down, not wanting to raise any eyebrows, and the night goes smoothly. At the end of the night Rita leads you to an empty guest room with a bed.

"Night night bitch!" She says locking you in the room. You crawl in the bed, and pass out from exhaustion. You wake up to the sound of the door being unlocked. Rita walks in and sits on the bed next to you, as you sit up.

"You feeling better?" She asks, and you rub your jaw.

"Still very sore, and a little shaken." You say to her, and she smiles at you.

"Just do what your told, and we'll take care of you, ok?" Her soft hand rubs your face, and scratches your chest. You take a deep breathe, sigh, and nod.

"Ok, I understand."

"You have to realize that this is your life now. You make the best of it, or you can make it hard on yourself" Rita stands up.

"I know." You say, and look into Rita's understanding eyes. You feel that she deeply cares, and that helps you feel better. The door suddenly flies open, and a crew of Santos women pour in howling, and whistling. Janetta walks in too, and Rita look cues you that it's time to play their game. Janetta walks up to you and your heart is pounding. She holds up a shiny purple leotard.

"I found your new uniform." Janetta teased, and her crew laughed. You're face turns bright red.