Chapter 13

Becca had a new roommate and it was none other than Wendy Carter. Becca still had Lilly Hopkins as a roommate as well so all three of them were sharing the cell/suite. The space was cramped. Becca really hadn’t thought the sexual activity level could increase but, with Wendy around needing satisfaction, it had.

Jones and his followers liked to team women in pairs in the cell /suites. There were so many women and so many followers doubling up helped with space considerations. Becca wasn’t sure if they were assembled together as a trio due purely to space considerations, or because of Wendy Carter’s former importance, or because Becca was still fighting hard to resist their alluring opportunities to submit.

Becca, Wendy, and Lilly were tasked to provide each other nearly non-stop sex. Becca supposed this was done in order to keep them in a sexual thought mode. It was highly effective. They were assigned little tasks to complete. For instance, “Make your little roommate come three times before lunch” or “Make your sexy friend beg for it” or “Find a spot on your bedmate’s body free of harm and hurt it”. It was hard to think clearly when you gave and received so many orgasms per day.

Becca wondered who was even running the day to day operations at Goethner-Varner especially now that Wendy was incarcerated 24/7. It didn’t really matter since whoever it was must be a Jones disciple. It was probably Mistress Anni.

It was strange for Becca to be locked up with her idol, Wendy Carter, and doing all those crazy sexual things with the older woman. The more she did the more she appreciated the woman’s beauty. Those square shoulders built to support the heavy breasts, the womanly hips, and the thick aromatic patch of pubic hair…. You could get lost in that jungle and Becca frequently did sometimes for up to an hour.

One thing Becca didn’t like about the added roommate was that the room was meant for only two patients so Becca and Wendy always had to share one narrow bed. They usually fell asleep exhausted, entwined together in a bundle of sweaty naked limbs. She didn’t like not having her own space, not even her own bed. There was nowhere for her to retreat for even a moment. On the other hand, there was something about slick warm skin and falling asleep with the scent of female arousal still radiating from their bodies….

Becca lay imprisoned in Wendy’s bare warm embrace. She’d woken up ten minutes ago but pretended to still be sleeping in order to avoid beginning another day of use and abuse. She wasn’t sure which was worse; what was done to her, what she was forced to do, or her welcoming reactions to so many of the alien acts, thoughts, and feelings. Wendy was on top of her, her body feminine but heavy compared to Becca’s slight form. Somehow, she always seemed to end up on top of Becca, like Becca’s body was an extra mattress.

Becca tried to lie still but the hot weight and Wendy’s humid sleep breath made her feel claustrophobic. She needed escape. She turned her head to look over at Lilly’s bed to see what she was up to. Lilly always got a bed all to herself while Wendy and Becca shared. Becca was actually jealous of that.

Lilly was looking at her, “Rise and shine, Pretty Toy. It’s time for another day on the assembly line. “

There was no use pretending to be asleep any more. That damn Lilly was always watching. There was nowhere to hide from those black button doll eyes. Now Becca felt Wendy shifting and waking. This was it, the day was starting. It was like a roller coaster going downhill. Once it started it was going to plummet and rocket all the way.

Lilly was rolling and stretching in the comparative luxuriance of space her bed provided, “I just love stretching, feeling all those bumps and welts pulling and twisting, and rolling all over my big bed. I just love it here! “

It was pretty obvious to Becca that Lilly knew she didn’t like sharing the bed with Wendy. Lilly liked to taunt her with comments on her bed and space. It was another form of sadism.

“How long am I supposed to be on this “assembly line”? “

“Until Pretty Toy is finished, silly! “Lilly’s face glowed at the imagined prospect.

Now Wendy took a side, “If you really want off the assembly line you need to let them finish you. You resist the pain and the pleasure you are given. You don’t accept who you are. If you don’t give in you’ll be stuck in manufacturing forever. “

Becca wrestled out from under Wendy and jumped out of bed. Her outrage was refreshing and invigorating, a welcome change from the sexual morass she’d sunk into in the past several days.

“Wendy, I can’t believe what you’ve let them make you into and I won’t be joining you. You used to be so strong, so independent. I looked up to you! Now, you just lay on top of me squashing me while I sleep! “

“Strength and independence did not make me happy, did not satisfy my needs. They were an illusion. They made me lonely. I want you to be as happy as me and Doll. “

“Forget you two! “

While Becca paced Lilly hopped out of bed and retrieved the slip of folded paper on the floor near the door. Someone slid them under the door, or through the food slot, every night. Another set of tasks to complete. The Dominants didn’t have time to abuse all the submissives that needed abusing so they tasked them to abuse each other.

Jones needed all of their help. Oddly, despite enlisting the guards, Jones had far more submissives to keep occupied than Dominants to keep them in hand. Becca would have thought just the opposite but, apparently, more people wanted to submit than dominate. It sort of made sense from an evolutionary perspective though. Dominants were basically leaders and it would be bad to have a bunch of leaders with few followers. Just like on a chess board each side having a single King and a multitude of pawns.

Becca had no idea if the guards, Jones followers on the outside, or Wayne Jones himself came up with the sexual tasks. They were creative and Becca was often impressed and quite aroused by them. Aroused at the thought of them, turned on by putting them in action, and usually orgasmic by their completion.

Becca’s anger drained away replaced by a sexual expectation as Lilly opened the note and read it to the room, “Pretty Toy, alternately pussy lick Doll and Dummy back and forth no more than ten seconds at a time until both have come and you have sucked up their juices. Carefully taste and savor their sex fluids. Pronounce a “Tastiest Pussy” winner. For the rest of the day you will tongue fuck the asshole of the winner and the loser will watch and diddle her pussy while licking her fingers clean of her poor quality pussy juice at least once per minute. Pretty Toy may give herself an orgasm once each time she produces an orgasm in a roommate. “

And so it was until about lunchtime.

When the door buzzed open and the three of them heard high heels click across the linoleum Wendy was on one bed fingering her pussy with one hand while she licked the other clean. Becca was on all fours on the end of the other bed with her face in Lilly’s crack, her weary tongue stuck up the Doll woman’s loose wet asshole.

“Bitches! Pay attention and proper respect to your superior! “

Becca pulled her tongue out just in time as Doll stood up, her asshole tightening and closing with the position change. Wendy pulled her fingers out of her pussy and mouth. They all stared stupidly at the young woman before them. She had coppery brown hair of an amazing length down past her ass. She was nude except for high heels and black panties. She had quite a few tattoos including red and gold oriental symbols on her neck. She was younger than everyone else in the room, much younger then Lilly and Wendy and maybe a year or two younger then Becca.

Nevertheless, based on her demeanor the other three knew how to treat her.

They responded in unplanned unison, “Yes, Mistress. Sorry Mistress. “

“My name is Kira but you are to call me Mistress Flamepussy. “

Curiosity bloomed and Wendy spoke, “Mistress, I apologize for being so stupid but, will you educate us why you are known as Mistress Flamepussy? “

The young mistress grinned and pulled her black panties down, stepping out of them and proudly arching her pubic mound forward. Becca gasped when she saw. Mistress Flamepussy had a nice thick but trimmed coppery bush. There was a tattoo of leaping flames rising and curling from the top and left side of the pubic hair. The tattoo made it look as if her pussy was on fire!

“How do you little girls like my burning bush? Maybe later, if you’re good, I’ll let you try to put out my fire with your wet tongues. “

Becca felt her cheeks burn with outrage that this girl younger than her was calling her a “little girl”. It was embarrassing and wrong.

She had to admit the tattooed pussy was intriguing and the prospect of getting up close and personal with the new pussy was making the fire leap to her own pussy.

Mistress Flamepussy issued orders while retrieving items stored in the closet. The closet wasn’t needed for clothes since they weren’t allowed any so the space was used for various SM toys and instruments. The “little girls” were quick to obey the orders so in the few seconds it took Mistress Flamepussy to collect the needed items and bring them to the bed the “little girls” were able to assemble as instructed.

Becca and Wendy knelt on tender knees on hard linoleum on either side of the bed. They held each other’s hands across the bed. Mistress Flamepussy moved in with two sets of handcuffs. Becca looked at her fearfully and then watched motionless as her right wrist was handcuffed to Dummy’s left and vice versa. They were helpless, their rears particularly defenseless. They were able to see each other’s breasts and facial expressions. More importantly, they were able to watch and vicariously experience the abuses and pleasures heaped on each other.

Becca saw Lilly catch a tossed strap-on dildo and put it on and heard Mistress Flamepussy putting another on behind her. Then Becca watched as Lilly’s fingers groped around from behind Dummy and across Dummy’s full breasts to seek out and callously tug both nipples. As she saw this Becca felt Mistress Flamepussy’s harsher fingers squeeze and twist her own small breasts though they left her tiny nipples alone. While this went on the vibrating plastic cockheads teased dripping labia.

After a few moments of casual breast abuse Mistress Flamepussy told Doll to do as she did. They moved back and used bare hands to spank bare rears. This went on for long minutes, the overlapping pain building. The pain wasn’t alone. There was growing passion. Becca was no longer surprised that her pussy was running with juices. She knew pain really did the trick for her. That’s what being a masochist was about she guessed. Sometimes she wanted the pain to stop, sometimes she wanted it to become much more severe, and sometimes she wanted it to go on forever.

“Oh, Mistress. Ohhh! “

Mistress Flamepussy giggled as both she and Becca realized Becca wasn’t actually protesting and was not asking her to stop.

However, someone else did.

“Step back, ladies, I’ll indulge from here. “No one had heard the entry buzz of the door due to the harsh loudness of the spanks. Jones’ voice was a shock.

“Mr. Jones, of course, as you wish. “Mistress Flamepussy was clearly awed by Wayne Jones appearing in the flesh.

Doll backed away from Dummy and right into a wall.

Becca felt tremendous excitement and Dummy’s eyes lit up. Dummy was speechless and Becca was expectant. Becca had often thought of things she’d like to say to Jones. How she would tell him off, tell him to drop dead, tell him to go to Hell. At last he was here before her. Well, he was here behind her bare ass and wet pussy. Her anger had waited quite a few days for expression. She figured it could wait a little longer. She wanted to experience what Jones might offer. She could always tell him off afterward.

“I believe in quality testing my products. Proper maintenance is important. For instance, keeping the delicate working parts well oiled. “

Becca felt a shockingly cool wetness plop on her anus and spread, trickling down her crack and moving out on her swollen inner and outer pussy lips. She saw Dummy’s eyes rapt on the sight and she looked behind her to see Jones, nude, trickling massage oil from a bottle down onto her body. He capped the bottle and Becca couldn’t help herself from looking downwards to see his cock erect and ready for action. She knew that should worry her but she was ready for some action also.

He brought his cock up to her exposed ‘working parts’ and centred the head against her rear entry. She’d hoped he had simply missed slightly when he dripped the oil down onto her. Not so. She knew now it had landed exactly as he’d aimed. She was resigned. She remembered she’d even wondered a couple days ago if and when they would get around to buggering her. She’d never done it before but she was curious. She wasn’t sure if she was anticipating the pleasurable possibilities or the discomfort more.

Jones exerted confident pressure and his cockhead easily popped past her clinging ring and coasted inward, its passage well facilitated by the smooth oil. She gasped and gasped again as he shot a couple more inches in. Once he got it in all the way to the base and his testicles jostled her double oily pussy lips she gave a long defeated groan of confused passion.

Jones drove in and out with good speed, his hard flesh pummelling her tenderness. He was driving all sorts of feelings into her, pleasure, lust, loss of self-respect. Becca knew good girls didn’t do this sort of thing. She was cuffed to Dummy across the bed, hadn’t asked for this, or even been asked permission but she felt completely to blame because she didn’t protest and because she enjoyed it so much. As usual, her sexual pleasures were inversely proportional to her level of self-esteem.

“Your rear orifice feature is working and up to standard. Is Pretty Toy fully aware? “

“Uh, uh, uh. “Each tamping thrust pressed gasps from Becca. She was trying to think through the pleasure and the not unwelcome pain. Jones wanted her to talk and she was fairly sure she knew what he wanted to hear. She wouldn’t tell him what he wanted but she didn’t mind trying to please him with other words that were true.
“You’re fucking my ass and I like it. I’m a horny slut! “

Jones laughed but the non-stop shafting never hesitated, “Pretty Toy, this isn’t your ass. It’s the ass that belongs to us to do with as we will. You’re horny but you are far less than a slut. Don’t you recognize it? Don’t you want to admit it? Don’t you want to tell your sweet suite friends? “

Becca managed to look across at Dummy’s fervent jealous eyes and then up at Doll’s lustful shiny button eyes. She realized they really were well-named. Doll really was a doll and Dummy really was a dummy. If Becca admitted her own true status it might almost be freeing. If she gave up mental resistance along with the physical resistance she’d already lost there would be no more fighting. It would all become an endless series of doing and having done as she was instructed to do. She knew it would be a fall with no bottom, a horrible fate, but it had become so darkly tempting.

“I’m just an asshole to be fucked and I’m happy to take cock up my ass. Fuck me! I’m going to come! “

Jones laughed and pulled his cock out. Becca yelled in outrage, desperate to have it back.

“No, Pretty Toy, you are not going to come. Not yet. You are not performing up to specifications. Admit you are Pretty Toy, no more and no less. All I ask of you is the truth. “

Becca clamped her mouth shut. God help her, those words wanted to come out of her mouth. Were they true? They might be or they might not. But saying them would be the final step and would make them true. She couldn’t let herself speak those words!

Jones walked to the other side of the bed and sat next to Dummy, his back to Becca. Immediately Dummy was staring down at his steaming cock.

“Dummy, do you want to please this cock? “

The words poured out of her mouth, urgent, almost hysterical, “I do Master Jones. I’m a Dummy and I beg to be allowed to please you! “

Jones looked back at Becca and crinkled the lines around his intense eyes. It was like he was saying to her “Do you see how easy that was? “Then he spoke again.

“Dummy, are you willing to earn the privilege of pleasing my cock? “

“Yes, Master. Please Master. Anything! “

Becca saw Mistress Flamepussy had a small black leather doctor’s bag that she opened and sorted through at the end of the bed. Becca wondered what the monsters were planning and how she could get the cock to return.

“Dummy, you need a mark, just in case you are ever lost. Doubtless you’re too dumb to find your way back on your own. A Dummy like you probably can’t even read road signs let alone remember and dial a phone number. Flamepussy has a specialty. She wants to tattoo you. Agree to it and you will be allowed to please this cock. “

Dummy looked appalled as she contemplated what was being asked of her. Her mouth hanging open in dismay and her teary eyes did make her look like she lacked intelligence.

“A tattoo…. Yes, do it. “

Jones nodded his approval to Doll who began fucking Dummy with exquisite slowness. Then Jones nodded at Dummy who lowered her hungry mouth onto his hard cock, still warm from its visit to Becca’s anal passage. She showed no hesitancy over its previous use, just bobbed up and down trying to take it deep in her throat, her tongue wrapping and twirling all over it like she was trying to clean every millimetre.

Becca was amazed at how low Dummy had sunk and how high her own lust soared at the sight and the awesome knowledge Dummy was about to be tattooed. She felt so frustrated and needy. She wondered what she might agree to now if she was asked… or told.

From her position, since Jones was sitting to one side and Dummy was now standing at the bed side leaning down on her elbows while she gave Jones oral, Becca was able to clearly see the rising half-circles of Dummy’s lovely rear. She watched as Mistress Flamepussy went to work. Dummy was really being tattooed! It was horrible!

Poor Dummy agreeing to a permanent tattoo to satisfy their momentary whims. And she was doing it in order to earn the privilege of giving Wayne Jones oral sex! Becca felt bad for Dummy but also felt angry at her stupidity. How could any self-respecting human being agree to that proposition? It was horrendous and ridiculous at the same time!

Becca felt lustful and felt bad that despite watching the terrible tattooing of poor Dummy her lust only rose. She even felt a little rejected that she wasn’t getting any attention now. Of course, she realized Jones had known better than to try to get Becca tattooed. Obviously he knew her limits and his own as well. She would have told him to pack a picnic basket and go to Hell.

The tattooing and pleasuring took a good length of time and Doll’s slow thrusts kept Dummy’s passion on a boil. She was intent on pleasing Jones but sometimes had to pull her mouth off him in order to gasp or groan in frustration or pain from the needle work on the top of one ass cheek.

Another thought occurred to the fascinated Becca. Whatever the tattoo turned out to be, any tattoo on the older woman would look out of place. It was not getting inked in a publicly visible location but if she ever emotionally escaped the clutches of Jones and his followers how could she explain it to future dates? Letting them tattoo her was really closing down her options, lengthening the terms of her servitude to forever more.

Mistress Flamepussy saw Becca watching the work in open-mouthed wonder. She paused.

“Pretty Toy, how would you like your very own tattoo? Say the word, ask nice, and admit what you are. All this can be yours. “She pointed at the half-finished tattoo on Dummy’s ass cheek but she was also pointing out Dummy’s passionate total capitulation to the will of others.

Becca was fearful at the prospect, “No way, you bitch. Fuck off. “

Mistress Flamepussy and Jones shared a chuckle and the tattooing went on. When it was done, Jones gently pushed Dummy’s face away from his cock. Though the veins throbbed and it looked like it was about to explode, somehow he hadn’t come yet. Dummy was clearly disappointed she wasn’t going to get a swallow of Jones’ essence.

They had Dummy stand higher and arch her ass. Her ass rose like a ski slope from her face pressed into the bed so Becca could see the tattoo as best she could in her cuffed kneeling position.

It was of a black box-like cage with wide spaces between the bars. It was tattooed with receding sides in such a way that it looked three dimensional. Inside the cage, in bright letters were words, permanent words:

MY NAME IS DUMMY. PROPERTY OF WAYNE JONES. IF FOUND, CALL #555-264-9814. NO REWARD.

Becca gasped. She didn’t know what she’d expected but could not have anticipated anything so humiliating. She knew Wendy was theirs forever now and would always be Dummy, never again Wendy Carter. Dummy looked up at her questioningly when she heard Becca’s gasp. Becca was mentally revolted to realize Dummy herself had no idea what the tattoo was of so she was trying to surmise it from Becca’s reaction.

Becca had no idea what to say, “It’s… sort of a three-dimensional looking tattoo… with writing…. “Becca just couldn’t go on. Luckily Doll thrust more vigorously into Dummy and Dummy let her face sink to the bed sheets focusing on the fucking and gave up any concern over the tattoo. Her concerns and her humanity both melted away. Becca and Dummy both realized it was too late to do anything about it anyway no matter what it was.

While Doll screwed Dummy and Dummy’s cuffed hands spasmodically jerked at Becca’s arms, Jones turned around on the bed and casually wag-slapped his saliva-glistening cock against Becca’s right cheek.

“Pretty Toy, would you like to suck this cock or have it fuck your ass again? “

Becca debated the options. Her mouth salivated for no good reason at the thought of sucking him off. She could swallow the load Dummy was denied despite having worked hard to earn it. That was oddly tempting. The previous ass-fucking had been a tremendous new sensation though and Jones had left her on the edge. Sucking him could not possibly fully satisfy her but anal sex might.

“Fuck my ass. “A moment after she said it Becca realized she had not considered saying no, only which of the two options given she would choose. She was playing within whatever rules he made.

“Is that a request or some kind of misplaced demand? “

“I’m sorry, Mr. Jones. Please fuck my ass if that’s what you want. “Becca hated the words and submissive tone, felt butterflies in her tummy, felt her asshole clench in anticipation.

“Are you a Pretty Toy and nothing else? “

She said nothing.

“I don’t want to waste oil on a potentially faulty product. “

Becca felt him get in position, felt the cock head bounce gently on her anus, and then experienced the long, steady, continuous penetration. There was still oil from before up her rear channel so the cock slid in smoothly. The main thing was she actually felt bad for disappointing him. She felt like she ought to tell him she was a Pretty Toy, just to please him. It would be despicable but rewarding to do that. It was fortunate the cock was already all the way in so she wouldn’t have to say it.

“Pretty Toy, I shouldn’t have to do work. That’s why I like to automate. “

Jones wasn’t thrusting. The cock and the feeling of a dilated ass were good and overwhelming but Jones wasn’t moving. She wanted friction. She finally interpreted his words and realized friction was up to her, the automated toy. While Jones stood motionless behind her other than the throbbing veins in his cock, she struggled to arch and thrust her little butt. She thrust out from the bed, the cock sinking all the way down her ass channel and then pulled back to the side of the bed until the mushroom head of his cock was gripped by her flexing sphincter, then back again. She did this again and again, picking up speed, confidence, urgency, and passion. She felt more than saw Mistress Flamepussy, Doll, and Dummy watching her performance. The knowledge was embarrassing and arousing.

She could feel it! She was going to come this way! It was going to be a tremendous orgasm, both from the foreign nature of it and the orgasm delay.

He pulled away from her, his cock popping free.

“No! “

How could he do this to her? Was she ever going to get to come? Was he ever going to come? How could he stand this? She knew she couldn’t. She was going crazy.

“I don’t want to waste my semen on an inferior product. Is Pretty Toy willing to earn it? “

She was. She had to. She knew she would do anything and knew he knew it also. She had nothing to hide, nothing to give he didn’t already own.

“Anything. “

“Would Pretty Toy be proud to have her very own tattoo? “

God no! Not that! She had marvelled in horror at Dummy’s fate. The last thing she wanted was to share it, “Yes. Tattoo me. Go ahead. Please. “

Everyone but Becca was pleased by the collapse of her resistance. Jones knew she was settling in to becoming an owned sexual object even if she did not. Not fully, not quite yet. A few more nudges to push her all the way off the cliff…

She was un-cuffed and repositioned. Doll kept up her doggie style fucking of Dummy while Becca robotically followed Jones directions and lay on her back on the bed. She saw Mistress Flamepussy preparing the needle gun and the black ink well. It was all coming true. She was really about to be tattooed and she had no prospect of resistance or rescue.

Jones stepped up onto the bed and placed his feet on either side of her head, his heels against her shoulders, squatting down to bring his cock to a hover above her face, inches from her mouth.

Even if she hadn’t known where his cock had just visited she would have known from the smell. She had a task to perform and she knew what it was. She felt Mistress Flamepussy massage her right breast, her nipple already hardened and aching from denied passion. Moments later she felt a sharp pinprick on her breast very near the nipple.

Becca hoped to delay the inevitable, “Please tell me, what is going to be tattooed? “

Jones was stern, “None of your concern. “

The pinpricks and pain continued as Becca stared at Jones cock. No one said anything to her but each pinprick was like a little reminder, a little demand for her to do it. Please Jones. Earn an orgasm.

Step 1; suck that cock clean while having a permanent tattoo placed on product.

She craned her neck and gave the cock wide laving licks up and down its length. Masochistic pain and subservient pleasure joined forces to become a force greater than the sum of their parts.

She lost all sense of time and all sense of self.

Eventually it was done and Jones still hadn’t come though she thought he was very close and thought she had done a good job cleaning and pleasing Master Jones’ cock. She hoped she had.

Jones stood up off her and jumped off the bed. She sat up and blinked. It was four sets of eyes looking from her chest to her own eyes that reminded her. She looked down.

On her right breast in thick black letters wrapped in a circle just outside her aureole were the words MADE IN AMERICA.

Her mind just blanked, wiped clean of emotion. She looked at them.

“Who are you? “Jones asked evenly, casually.

She could see it in their eyes. They all thought she was pretty. They all treated her like a sexual toy. In their eyes, she could see exactly who she was.

“I’m Pretty Toy. “

“Does Pretty Toy want to please her Master? “ Mistress Flamepussy asked.

“Oh, yes, please, Mistress Flamepussy. What can I do? “

“Dummy has only one tattoo. I’m sure generous Master Jones would be impressed enough to grant you an orgasm and his seed if you agreed to a second tattoo. “

“Yes. I agree to another tattoo. If it makes Master Jones happy it will make

Pretty Toy happy. “Pretty Toy had no qualms about a second tattoo and was utterly sincere in her desire to do whatever it took to please Master Wayne Jones.

Jones lay on his back on the bed and, following Mistress Flamepussy’s instructions, Pretty Toy mounted him and impaled her small pussy onto his painfully hard orgasm-delayed cock. Following further instructions, Pretty Toy held still, only seeking to massage Jones’ cock with the slick warmth of her pussy walls.

Pretty Toy held still a long time, through many painful inky pinpricks to her left round butt cheek. When the tattoo was complete at last, Mistress Flamepussy took a step back, and delivered a ringing spank to the other ass cheek.

“Pretty Toy, fuck the cock, soak up Master Jones’ sperm. “

At last! Pretty Toy launched into action, vigorously working her pussy up and down the shaft. Jones closed his eyes in enjoyment. He pictured the tattoo he knew Flamepussy had placed, as per his instructions.

Jones climaxed profoundly and Pretty Toy felt the warm living sperm filling her vaginal cavity. She screamed her own tortured orgasm to the world.

Flamepussy looked from the semen leaking out of Pretty Toy’s loosened pussy up and to the left a few inches to the fresh tattoo centred on Pretty Toy’s tight ass globe. Flamepussy was very proud of the tattoo Pretty Toy herself was ignorant of.
There were five words written in large fancy gold letters surrounded by blazing red fire.

 

CERTIFIED HIGH QUALITY

INSPECTOR FLAMEPUSSY