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.
