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Breeding Stock
(Faye Valentine)

After the first three men used her as their cumdumpster, Natalie found herself crawling on top of one of the women who immediately pulled her ass back and began licking her clean. Hesitating until a cane bit painfully across her shoulders, she reluctantly lowered her head between the woman's legs and licked pussy for the first time in her life. As her tongue pushed in she felt no particular pleasure but at the same time found the taste surprisingly to her liking. Before even half the semen was eaten from her pussy she was once again stuffed by cock.

"Enjoying yourself, slave?" Emma asked as she placed several items on a small cart.

"Yes Mistress, but I could do without the pain."

"Oh, honey, if you think that was pain then you don't know the definition of the word."

"And I hope never to, Mistress."

"Be a good little slave and you won't have to. Seth, Drake, string her up so I can mark her as the slave she so obviously is."

Two of the biggest black men walked over and pulled Natalie off of the woman and the man plowing her from behind. Confused, she looked at her would-be Mistress as she was dragged to the center of the dungeon. Her legs were kicked open. Cuffs were tightly buckled around wrist and ankle which were then secured to d-rings recessed in the ceiling and floor leaving her standing spread eagle. "You said you were going to mark me, Mistress? What exactly does that mean?"

"You'll see in a minute, slave."

"You said no permanent body modifications, Mistress."

"And technically, what I'm going to do can be removed so it isn't permanent. Besides, bound as you are you don't have much say in the matter so you might as well accept it and ask me to mark you as the slave that you are."

"Please mark me as the slave that I am, Mistress," Natalie said, a little curious what she was going to be marked with while knowing she had put herself in a position she had no choice but to accept it.

"You guys didn't leave much room for me to work with," Emma said as she slowly circled her new slave. "Looks like I'll have to put it on the inner thigh. I'm not gonna lie, this is going to hurt so unless you want it all kinds of fucked up I suggest holding still slave."

"Y-Yes Mistress," Natalie said as she let her eyes fall on the cart sitting to her left. The cloth covering it was slowly pulled back revealing needles, bottles of ink, a tattoo gun, latex gloves, alcohol wipes and a stack of tiny paper cups. Scared to death, she nevertheless watched in silence as Emma put on a pair of latex gloves and then use several alcohol wipes to clean her inner thighs and the surrounding area. A deep red ink was poured into one of the tiny paper cups. Needles were inserted into the tattoo gun. A template of a triskelion was carefully placed on her inner left thigh with PAIN IS PLEASURE written around the outer edge. Gulping back her fear, she watched as her new Mistress put needle to flesh. The first line took shape. There was no going back. Like it or not, everyone that saw it in the future would think she was a pain slave whether she really was or not.