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.