Laurel’s slight pain blended so perfectly with the pleasure that it made her pussy wet and her body shiver with the slightest touch. Despite this, her teeth were beautiful and contrasted with her angelic face. The whole process didn’t last more than a few hours. They let her go when they made sure she was calmer and not so aggressive, aroused by the effects of the aphrodisiac. The man who had been with her the whole time picked her up and carried her to a second room where a tattoo artist was waiting for her. The animals had to be marked and identified so they wouldn’t get mixed up and lost.
“Will we have a lot of work ahead of us, Alexander?” the tattoo artist asked as he prepared the inks and sanitized his materials.
So this was his name: Alexander. To Laurel’s ears, it sounded perfect. She was beginning to enjoy his touch, which was always in contact with her body as he carried her in his arms. He laid her down on a more comfortable, upholstered stretcher, pinning her wrists, ankles, and head against the piece of furniture. She could not move, as this would disturb the artist’s excellent work.
“We don’t have many Ponies today. Maybe two or three. It amazes me that sluts want to become Hucows or simple dogs. Usually, Ponies are my favorite ones.”
Laurel knew what they would do, but her brain thought that was what she wanted. She was so naughty that they might not need to break her during training, but she would be a little reluctant. While she was under the effects of the aphrodisiac, nothing else mattered, only the pleasure she wanted to feel.
“P003. You can tattoo that number. On her neck. It’s more effective.”
The slut didn’t scream as the tattoo was done on her neck. Instead, she moaned like a slut and made Alexander’s lips turn into a satisfied smile. It would probably be a quiet day with the new Pony. Internally, he was a little disappointed that he had no resistance from her, but they were just getting started. The tattoo on Laurel’s neck was quick to get done. Below the barcode was the serial number to which she would now be identified and the new name she would possess: Stacy.
“Your name will be Stacy from now on, better get used to it.”
When the pain that mixed with pleasure was gone, she realized that she had actually gotten a tattoo. A tattoo that could no longer come off except with the help of aesthetic procedures. That wouldn’t be much to worry about. They would make good money and would be enough to support themselves.
“Great. My Pony is almost done. Time to get you dressed, dear.”
Alexander left the room and returned with a leash collar. Without releasing the now Stacy, he placed the leash collar around her neck and finally released her from the restraints that held her. With a slight tug, he made her stand up quickly, a little awkwardly by the sudden action.
“First lesson: When I pull the leash, you come. If you don’t come, you don’t want to know what happens.”
“Where are you taking me?” asked Stacy.
“To dress you.”
Pulling her by her collar, he led her into a darker room filled with clothes made of latex and other materials like leather. Alexander fastened the leash to a wooden pillar so that Stacy would not get out of there.A black catsuit covering her feet to her entire face was picked up, as was a body oil to make it easier to glide over her skin. Alexander dressed her entirely. The garment seemed to stick to her skin despite the oil passed, bonding like a vital part of her body. And it really was.The catsuit covered Stacy’s entire face, leaving only holes for her nostrils, mouth, eyes, pussy, ass, and the small tattoo on her neck.The feeling of the catsuit clinging to her body was uncomfortable, which made her try to remove it but without success. She tried to pull on the latex but only pulled on the skin instead. The two had merged into one, causing the woman to despair, much to Alexander’s delight. He was enjoying her behavior but missing a bit of struggle.
“You like it? It’s our main technology. We had a great incentive from the government to develop it. You won’t get it even if you try very hard. It’s your skin now, too, and you can never take your shiny skin off again. You look so beautiful like this.”
As Alexander approached, Stacy grabbed the leash, trying to pull it off the pylon. Then, she realized there was no way out and that she had fallen into a trap. She wouldn’t stay there temporarily, but forever.
“You said it would be temporary!” she exclaimed in complete desperation.
In an attempt to pull away from Alexander, the leash squeezed her neck a little tighter, leaving her breathless. With each effort she made, even tighter the leash became, automatically.
“I know we said. Ah, that. The more you try to get loose, the tighter the collar will tighten. I don’t want you to pass out now without air, okay?”
Stacy stopped moving and tried to get loose. She didn’t know where she would wake up if she fainted there.
“Then let’s keep going. You’re not fully dressed yet. You’re still missing a lot.”
One of Alexander’s hands placed itself on Stacy’s pussy, massaging her clit and again activating the aphrodisiac that was injected into the woman’s veins. The words of contestation coming out of her mouth became low moans.
“Hold still…”
With just a glance at the door, two more men entered at Alexander’s command. These would help him place all the rest of the objects on Stacy. The men wore catsuits and had their dicks covered by a metal cage padlocked shut. They did not speak since they had a dick gag down their throats. They had owned it for so long that they no longer felt the gag reflex.First, they put rugged mitts on Stacy’s hands like a horse’s legs, so she couldn’t use her fingers for anything else. They would probably atrophy in there. These were also fused to the catsuit, making removal impossible.The boots were also the same shape and merged with the catsuit. They were a little more challenging since Stacy’s feet were slightly suspended. Nothing that time and training couldn’t solve.A leather belt was weighted around her waist just as it had connections at the chest and legs. To secure it, two leather straps went under her pussy and connected behind her ass. The belt and leather straps were not merged to Stacy’s body, as they could be changed later if their owner wished.The last part was already approaching: one of the men took a mask with the same features as a Pony’s, but with some slight modifications. There was a dick gag inside the mask, which would go down her throat. The gag would not be removed under any circumstances and even had the power to absorb the excessive saliva that came out of her mouth. It would also serve as a tube for passing food and water. She would have to drink and eat it if she didn’t want to suffocate. Along with the gag, it had a breathing tube that would pass through her nostrils. Air would enter through the two air inlets of the elongated mask and not through her nose.
Putting the tube through her nose was worse than the gag through her mouth. Her nose burned from the new presence of the tube, but it soon merged with Stacy’s inner skin, making it easier for air to enter. She still had a bit of a gag reflex, but she soon got used to it, like the good slut she was. The bridle went inside the mask and wrapped the gag securely in place: something provided by the surgery performed earlier. The same bridle was to be connected from the outside and used by the trainer to indicate movements that Stacy should make.Her hair was tied up in a tail and passed out of the mask, forming a beautiful silky mane.The vision provided by the mask could have been better, but rather, darkened. It would help her in her training on very sunny days.Finally, the mask was closed and fastened around Stacy’s face. She whimpered a little inside all that clothing that was now her skin. It was beginning to be broken. Just beginning.
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CONTINUES!
[Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11ps2l0/laurel_chapter_0_part_i_body_modification_ds_m_f/)
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