"Get up, slave," Olivia yelled at Katie, as she burst through the previously locked door.
"Yes, Mistress," Katie replied. She was certainly not ready for another round of training at the hands of her captors, or owners, or whatever they were. Her nipples still stung from the fresh piercings that adorned her previously unblemished D cup breasts. Her asshole still ached from the rough fucking it had received at the end of a robotic dildo, while her pussy had been brought to orgasm against her will once again. Basically, Katie was mentally and physically drained. But the beautiful prisoner knew she had no choice, so she rose from her cot and walked her naked body to where Mistress Olivia waited.
Emily, on the other hand, bounced out of bed when she heard Cesar opening her door. "Is it time to go, Master?" she inquired of her visitor, before he could even speak.
"Yes, slave," Cesar responded, amused at her eagerness. "Time for more fun."
"I am ready, Master," Emily said as she followed him into the hallway. She saw Katie entering the playroom ahead of her, and hurried to catch up.
Natasha and Cara were waiting for the two girls when they entered the room, Cara as naked as the other slave girls.
"Welcome my little slaves," Natasha said as they entered the room. "Time for the next step in your new lives. Come over here and lie face down on these massage tables."
Katie didn't think they were getting massages, but saw no choice other than to do as she was told. Katie got up on one table while Emily climbed up on the other. They were quickly strapped down by Olivia and Cesar, with their feet attached to the corners of the table and their arms pulled down and tied to the table legs.
"Come here, slave," Olivia commanded Cara, pointing to a spot in front of the tables.
Katie had a feeling of dread with her ass exposed and vulnerable in her current position. However, her sense of concern was misplaced as she would soon realize.
"Turn around," Olivia ordered Cara, who was now standing where the two bound girls could see her. Olivia reached up and brushed Cara's hair aside, revealing a fancy script tattoo of the word 'Slave' embedded across the back of her neck.
"The next step in your transformation, to publish your new title on your body for everyone to see," Natasha informed the girls.
Emily closed her eyes and sighed lightly, accepting this as just one more part of her fate.
Katie wasn't nearly as accepting. She opened her mouth to complain and plead for a reprieve, but no words came out. After all, what could she say? Nothing she could say would stop her body from receiving its first tattoo, and she would probably just be punished for opening her mouth. The permanence of a tattoo brought a particular significance to Katie, as she felt herself fall further into the abyss of her situation.
"Do Katie's first," Natasha ordered Cesar, who was preparing the equipment.
"Gladly, Mistress," Cesar replied.
Soon Katie felt a sharp pain, like a knife being drug across the back of her neck. The physical pain was nothing compared to the mental anguish of being permanently labeled as a slave. Katie's mental state sunk to a new low as she lay helplessly bound under the tattoo gun.
"All done," Cesar remarked as he finished up Katie's tattoo. "Your turn sweet cheeks," he said to Emily, smacking her ass as he turned to start her tattoo.
Emily fought back the tears as she felt Cesar begin his work. She had managed to accept her predicament, but the tattoo was a tangible symbol of her new status. The permanence of being marked like this was actually more humiliating, and less enjoyable, than the sex that had been repeatedly forced upon her.
Olivia released Katie from her bondage as Cesar began working on Emily's tattoo. "Over there," Olivia ordered Katie, pointing at where Cara kneeled.
Katie got the point. "Yes, Mistress," she obediently chanted, moving to where Cara knelt, and taking her place alongside the fellow slave. Katie looked at Cara, at the virtually expressionless demeanor she maintained while being totally obedient without question. Katie looked at Emily, who lie motionless on the table as her body was defaced at Mistress Natasha's whim. Katie looked down at her newly pierced nipples, and felt the dull pain on the back of her neck where she had just been officially branded a slave.
My God, Katie thought, we really are nothing but chattel, to be toyed with and abused as the Mistress saw fit. Will I ever be free again, or am I trapped here forever? She was afraid to answer her own question honestly.
Olivia untied Emily once her tattoo had been completed, while Cesar cleaned up the tattoo equipment.
"On with the festivities," Natasha goaded her captives. "Who is volunteering to get fucked this time?"
Katie, not wanting to make the same mistake as earlier, quickly piped up, "I volunteer, Mistress." Katie hoped that she would only have to deal with Cesar and not Cara as well. But her primary goal was to direct the harsher punishment to Emily for once. A simple fucking by Cesar seemed like a minor inconvenience compared to the other tortures that were lurking in the playroom, even if it included Cara's attention as well.
"Very well, tie her to the fucking chair," Natasha ordered Olivia.
Katie looked tentatively at the device, which was the same one Emily had been strapped to earlier. The sturdy, oversized wooden chair resembled a wooden recliner with two solid wood foot rests acting as stirrups to each side. The chair would hold her firmly with her legs spread wide, offering perfect access to her exposed pussy and ass.
Katie stepped up to the chair and reclined back into it, her body in an almost horizontal position. Olivia strapped her ankles far apart in the makeshift stirrups. Rather than strapping her arms onto the arms of the chair, they were attached to the corners of the chair back above her head. "Thank you, Mistress," she offered, attempting to make the best of a bad situation and appease her captor.
"Very well," Natasha began. "I will leave the slaves with you Olivia."
"As you wish, Mistress," Olivia responded.
"Come Cesar, I will assist you with cleaning and stowing the tattoo equipment," Natasha instructed.
Olivia grabbed an massive strap on dildo and handed it to Emily. "Emily, I assume you can handle this task since Cesar is preoccupied," Olivia said, smiling at the evil twist they had sprung on Katie.
Emily grinned widely as she slipped her legs into the strap on. "I will do a good job for you, Mistress. Thank you."
Katie for her part was so overwhelmed by the events of the day, she didn't initially realize what was happening. She was so set on having sex with Cesar, that his leaving and Emily being handed a strap on were too unreal to be occurring. But as the situation evolved and Emily approached with the huge phallus, Katie finally realized that she had been duped once again. She had hit her breaking point.
