Chapter Thirty-Four
Three weeks later, Randy Davis hauled a naked Slut54 to the Ink Shop, a dirty storefront, on a dirty street, in a dirty part of town, where a little man with a hook nose added her decorations. In the past, Randy had seen that nose sniffing around Hawthorne clinic.
Like then, stretched and bound to a gurney, through ear buds, her master’s soothing voice again controlled her mind. “Slut54 is Master’s s*x doll. Slut54 is Master’s slave.” His words curled, ”You are Master’s beautiful girl. You are his slut.”
Then later when the needle pierced her c******s, her tiny squeal aided his claims, and then soon after that, Master’s slut shivered as the swish of a barber’s blade shaved her head. And at the sting of the inking gun, to keep from screaming, Master’s slut reacquainte
