Last use of the night

Crystal was still bent over the armchair, naked.

Her ass throbbed from the spanking the two boys had given her, and she dreaded the ass-fucking the tattoo had promised. She had taken it up the ass before, twice, back when she dated Karl in first year. It had hurt both times and left her sore. She refused after that and Karl soon found himself on the wrong side of her door.

The tattoo which was now tormenting her was not making things easy. It had made her a slave to two young men and encouraged them to ill-use her not so much as a woman but as an object. She had dated some pigs in her time, but she had never been reduced to cunthood so.

Strangely, despite all the dread, she felt her pussy grow wet. On some level, she was enjoying all this horror.

She felt the forces of the tattoo course through her body. Her ass felt strange.

"CONGRATULATIONS, CUNT," light flashed in her eyes. "I'VE IMPROVED YOU.
YOUR ASS WILL GET WET LIKE YOUR CUNT
PERFECT FOR AN ASSFUCKING WHORE."

Crystal teared up a little. Was she a hard-working college girl, able to accomplish anything, well on her way to becoming a strong an independent woman, or was she little more than an inert fuckhole?

Henry took her, ramming her now slutty ass. It hurt as much as she remembered, but with the pain came unexpected pleasure. The vile tattoo spirit was doing things to her.

The cock pounded and stretched her nether hole, making her sobs give way to moans. It was incredible how much she found herself enjoying the violation.

When Henry came, searing her ass with his cum, she found herself collapsing in her first and only orgasm of the night. Her mind felt dulled.

She felt the tattoo imprint a leash and collar on her. John took her to his bedroom and tied the leash to his bed. He quickly fell asleep, snoring.

Crystal stayed awake for a long time, thinking of her empty apartment and what awaited her in the morning.