Three sex slaves - Part 7 - New Jewelry

With the arrival of the master's old friend, Doctor Freddie, the women receive new lessons. They are marked with piercings on various parts of their bodies; with Claire, they focus on her face while Luke "holds her" from behind. Mia has other parts of her body marked, while Sarah is used to smother her screams and for cleanup. The women are no longer just slaves; they are becoming permanently marked property.

Tags - BDSM & Power Dynamics, Slave, Bondage, Torture / Piercing / Body Modification, Anal Sex / Rape, Oral Sex / Rape, Group Sex / Gang Bang / Rape, Voyeurism (Forced), Forced Lesbianism, Creampie, Forced Cum Eating / Cleaning, Dehumanization, Humiliation

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First, I went to Mia. She was still lying on the bed, her breathing shallow, her eyes half-closed. I carefully unbuckled the double dildo gag. As I pulled it from her mouth, she gasped for air and started coughing. Her mouth and throat must have been severely irritated.

Then I moved on to Sarah, who was still kneeling on the floor, her head bowed. I unstrapped her strap-on harness. As I took it off her, along with the internal dildo that had been teasing her cunt the whole time, she let out a soft moan; whether from relief or pain, I couldn't tell.

Finally, Claire. She was still lying on the bed, the clamps sticking out from her nipples like some kind of ornaments. I carefully unclipped them. A piercing, painful scream echoed through the room, though it was quite hoarse and exhausted, as blood rushed back into her sensitive nipples. Then I unhooked the chain from her collar and removed the ring gag from her mouth.

"Alright, ladies," I said, my voice now cheerful, full of anticipation. "Time for a change of scenery."

With Freddie at my side, we led all three of them downstairs to the living room.

"Mia, Sarah," I commanded, pointing to the rug in front of the fireplace. "Kneel. And no funny business." Without a word, they obeyed, kneeling side-by-side, heads bowed.

And then, Claire. Freddie and I grabbed her and dragged her to the wooden railing that separated the living room from the dining area and kitchen. It wasn't high, just right for bending her over it so her ass was at a usable height.

"You, my dear," I said as we bent her over the railing, her ass sticking up in the air, her upper body hanging over the other side. "You still need an extra lesson in behavior. You need more permanent, more tangible reminders of your new position as a slave." I tightly bound her hands in front, near the base of the railing. Then I tied her ankles to the railing's legs in the same way. She was now perfectly fixed, bent over, her legs spread apart, her ruined ass and cunt completely exposed, ready for the next round.

"Yes, Luke," Freddie's voice came, as he watched it all with a sparkle in his eyes. "This one really needs special treatment." He walked over to her and stroked her beaten ass. Claire flinched and hissed, but she had nowhere to escape.

"Exactly, Freddie," I said, nodding towards him. "First, let's enhance her a bit with some jewelry. She'll be easier to control with them." I smiled.

Freddie grinned widely and pulled a small, black case from his leather bag. He opened it. Inside was a small piercing gun and a pile of sterilely wrapped piercings. "Where do you want them, Luke?" he asked, his eyes looking with a devilish glint at Claire, who was hanging over the railing, completely helpless.

When Claire saw the piercing kit, her eyes widened with panic. The last shred of defiance that still smoldered within her turned into pure, unadulterated terror.