The guests were arriving at seven o'clock and at six thirty, true to his word Jamal came to inspect his girls. He liked what he saw, especially Amy. Alisya had done a sterling job making her into a complete whore. Amy was wearing a black latex corset, that was pulled in so tight that her huge tits were blatantly hanging over the rims of the cups. The corset made it look like her tits were a 38HH instead of 36E. She was wearing a red plaid micro skirt that clung to her ass and was so short that the lips of her cunt were clearly visible. Of course she wasn't wearing any panties. Her flaming red hair had been pulled into two long pigtails and plaited. She was the ultimate naughty schoolgirl.
Alisya, even though she wasn't receiving any attention for 48hrs, had dressed for the occasion in spectacular style. She was clad from head to toe in a deep purple skin tight latex catsuit. But she had manoeuvred the two way zip in the crotch so that the flange of her plug was protruding whilst her ass was still confined by the thick shiny latex. She was a vision of decadence.
Jada was absent because Jamal had caned her to within an inch of her sanity and then had proceeded to stretch her pussy with an industrial sized speculum. As a reward for enduring such treatment, he had given her the night off to recuperate.
The guests arrived exactly on time. The two men Damien and Connor, accompanied with a curvaceous Latino woman. The woman carried what appeared to be a toolbox. The men looked Amy over like a piece of meat waiting to be devoured. The woman appeared uninterested.
Jamal ushered everyone into the dining room for a meal before the evening entertainment. The meal was swift, as the guests were eager for their chance at Amy. As Alisya cleared the dishes and refreshed the drinks, Jamal led everyone to the dungeon. Once there he installed a steel collar around Amy's neck and strapped her down on the leather topped bench.
"Amy meet Stacy," said Jamal as he ushered the woman over. "She is a tattooist and piercing expert. Tonight before we partake of your filthy holes, you will receive a tattoo and seven piercings. You have the next five minutes to decide if you wish to proceed. And no you will not be told what the tattoo is or where you are to be pierced. Do you understand slut?"
"Yes Master. I am yours to do with as you please. I will use my body to please you in any way I can. This slave will wear your piercings and mark with pride."
Jamal had Stacy get in position with her tools.
"Ok slave. As I said before, you'll be getting seven piercings and a tattoo. Stacy is going to pierce both your tits with big gold rings for starters. After that, you'll get two rings in each of your outer labia. I'm leaving your inner lips alone for the moment, we can always get them done at a later date. Last, but not least, I'm giving you a large ring right through your clit. It makes girls horny as hell 24/7."
Amy steeled herself as Stacy laid out the rings and needles. The rings for her nipples looked huge. She had always thought about getting her nipples pierced but had never been able to go through with it.
Stacy grabbed a pair of forceps, and pinched Amy's left nipple with them. The pain wasn't as bad as Amy thought it would be. Then came the needle. Amy screamed at the top of her lungs, as she felt the thick metal rod passing through the sensitive flesh of her nipple. The worst part wasn't the initial piercing, but the withdrawal of the needle. It was agonisingly slow, and Amy felt every inch of the unrelenting bar. When she felt the ring being fed through her freshly punctured nipple, she practically shook as a massive orgasm ripped through her tense body. It almost felt like her nipple contracted around her new tit jewellery. She couldn't admit it at the time, but it felt exquisite.
The process was repeated on her right nipple, unfortunately without the previous accompanying orgasm. Then Stacy moved on to her pussy lips. After her labia had been adorned with their new additions, Amy's pussy was literally running like a river. Rivulets of cum coated her inner thighs, Amy was in a state of delirium.
Next up was her clit. Stacy massaged it until it became engorged, bringing Amy right to the brink of an earth shattering orgasm. Then she grabbed it excruciatingly tight with the forceps, and pulled it out of its hiding spot. When the needle punctured her sensitive bud, Amy went into an orgasmic fit. She came so violently, that she was lifting herself off the table with every writhing motion.
When she finally calmed down, Jamal manoeuvred the table into a vertical position and rolled a full length mirror in front of Amy so that she could see the new additions to her already smoking hot body. Her nipple rings only served to make her already huge tits seem even bigger. Her nipples looked fat, dark and diamond hard. Her labia rings caused her lips to hang down slightly, creating what can only be described as a dark inviting cave to her eager pussy. Amy fixated on her new clit ring. The ring caused her clit to protrude from her pussy. Anyone who saw it would be instantly thinking of how fat and waiting to pulled, massaged and stretched it was. Her slutty look was almost complete.
"Excuse this slave for being so bold Master, but I look like a complete fucking slut. I love my new additions. I feel like a bitch in heat just looking at my own reflection. I can feel sensations I never knew were possible! Oh thank you Master. Thank you for adorning this slut with such beautiful decorations," exclaimed Amy.
"You're more than welcome my fuckslut, but you aren't finished yet my pet. You still need my mark. It's going right above your pussy. As close to your clit as possible, so that anyone who fucks you knows exactly what you are and who you belong to. You will be marked forever as my slave!" said Jamal menacingly.
