You purchase both and take them back

As we finalize the purchase agreement at the counter, I can't resist the temptation with Amy right there, her body on display for the taking. My hand rests firmly on her perfect, round bum, squeezing the firm flesh as the clerk stamps the papers. She's being sold off like merchandise, and it thrills me to push further. I slide my finger between her cheeks, probing her tight asshole with deliberate pressure, feeling it clench around the tip. Amy gasps softly but doesn't pull away, her submission evident in the way she arches just a bit, accepting the degradation as part of her new reality.

Mr. Smith nods approvingly at the paperwork, then turns to Kirsty, who's waiting obediently nearby. 'As agreed, we'll get her nipples pierced to match,' he says, signaling the attendant. The piercer steps in quickly, clamping Kirsty's full tits and driving the needle through each nipple with precise ****. She whimpers, her body tensing as the fresh bars are threaded in—matching Amy's exactly, silver and gleaming against her skin. I hand over the bars myself, watching the blood bead slightly before it's cleaned up, her new piercings now marking her as my property.

With the formalities done, Mr. Smith glances at me. 'What outfits do you want for your new toys? We've got plenty to choose from.' I take a moment, eyeing the girls, my mind already racing with how they'll look primed for use. For Kirsty, I select a simple Hooters-style outfit: a tight white crop top with thin straps that barely contain her pierced tits, the fabric stretched thin to show off every curve and the glint of her new bars. I add my custom blowjob bar logo emblazoned across the chest—bold and owning her purpose. The orange shorts are next, short enough to ride up and expose her ass with every step.

For Amy, my personal toy, I want something that gets my cock rock hard just thinking about it. I pick out a sexy bunny play suit in black, the material sleek and tight, hugging her body like a second skin. As she slips it on, the fabric rubs directly against her nipple piercings, the bars poking visibly through the thin top, begging for attention. To complete the look, I choose a bunny tail butt plug—white and fluffy, with a thick base that stretches her asshole wide when inserted. The attendant lubes it up and pushes it in firmly, twisting until it's seated deep, the tail swaying with her movements.

Once the girls are changed and ready, I lead them out to the van, collars jingling softly. Kirsty goes in the back first, directed to a bench bolted to the floor. There's a large dildo mounted there, thick and veined, waiting upright. 'Sit,' I command, and she lowers herself onto it, her pussy lips parting as the shaft impales her fully, filling her with a slick slide. She moans, adjusting to the depth, before I shackle her neck to the wall with a short chain, keeping her upright and unable to lift off the dildo. Her Hooters top strains against her tits, the logo mocking her impaled position.

I can't wait to start playing with Amy, so she joins me up front in the passenger seat. As I start the engine and pull out onto the road, my hand immediately reaches over, groping her tits through the bunny suit. I squeeze hard, pinching the pierced nipples until she squirms, the bars pressing into my palm. 'You're mine now, slut,' I growl, degrading her further by yanking her hands behind her back. I tie them securely with a quick loop of rope from the glovebox, leaving her helpless and exposed.

The drive back is perfect for breaking her in. 'Get to work,' I order, unzipping my pants and pulling out my hardening cock. Amy leans over obediently, her bound hands making her strain for balance. She starts slow, as instructed, pressing soft kisses along the length of my shaft, her lips warm and teasing against the skin. Then she focuses on the bellend, her tongue swirling all over it, lapping at the sensitive ridge and underside to keep me throbbing and on edge.

Finally, she takes me into her mouth, sucking slowly, her lips sealing tight as she bobs her head with expert rhythm. Amy's incredibly good at this—her tongue presses flat against the underside while she hollows her cheeks, drawing out every sensation without rushing. The buildup is intense; I grip the wheel harder, my hips bucking slightly into her mouth. Before I lose control, I swerve to pull over on a quiet side road, parking in the shadows.

I grab her hair, pulling her off just enough to rub my bellend directly over her extended tongue, the wet friction pushing me over. 'Present,' I demand, and she opens wide, tongue out flat to catch it all. My cock pulses, shooting thick ropes of cum onto her tongue, filling her mouth until it pools. She holds it there, eyes locked on mine in submission, before I nod. Amy swallows it down in one gulp, her throat working visibly, then licks her lips clean, ready for whatever comes next.