Owning Isabella
Copyright© 2025 by JDlit71
Chapter 3: A Trip to the Shop
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 3: A Trip to the Shop - Isabella tells of finding new purpose in her miserable lonely life as she makes bad life choices.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma Fa Teenagers Blackmail Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Torture Gang Bang Interracial White Male White Female Hispanic Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Oral Sex Sex Toys BBW Big Breasts Public Sex Size
“I’m taking both of you to your surprise. Remember Moo? Tommy promised you a surprise last night after we broke you in. Milly, you’re getting a surprise too! Oh, speaking of, Tommy took me to the best steakhouse last night, not the awful waffle. See Milly? I sucked your son’s balls and it really paid off!” Tammy bragged. “What did you two have for dinner? That Sarge is a real character, isn’t he? No telling what that old man is worth. Hopefully you’ll get a repeat visit soon. Money like that doesn’t come along often, especially in a trailer park. Well, here we are!” Tammy said as we pulled into an alley. It was like she never knew when to shut up.
She pulled into a little street behind a row of businesses. There were dumpsters and trash and bums all over. Also, several steel doors, but only numbers on the doors, no business names or logos. We all got out, Milly and I were still naked, Tammy was wearing the same crop top but jeans instead of the skirt from last night. Her jeans were so tight that I could see her camel toe outline between her legs as if she was poured into her jeans.
She knocked on the door that had an X on it instead of a number, and a huge bearded burly guy opened it.
“Tam! How the fuck are you? I ain’t seen you since you got that “thing” done, the thing you said you regretted?” he said using air quotes when he said “thing”.
“I’m great! Horny as fuck, like you, Jimmy! You like my jeans?” Tammy said as she modeled them in a 360 degree fashion.
“Fuck yeah, those are tight! Wait, those are too tight! What the fuck?” Jimmy said as he studied her jeans.
“Ha! Gotcha! They’re not jeans at all! They’re painted on, see? My cunt is right here out in the open, just like these two old naked whores I brought. Tommy and I sort of fell into some cash, so he took me out for steak last night and afterwards he took me to this chic artist who painted me up so it looks like I have real jeans on! So cool, right?”
“No way. That’s not paint!” Jimmy said as he grabbed Tammy between her legs and fingered her for almost a full minute before pulling his fingers out.
“I’ll give you 30 minutes to quit that!” Tammy said as she moaned.
“Ha, you got it. These two will take Choo Choo a while, plus they’ll have to wait, he’s got another one ahead of you guys. Follow me. They can sit in the front while you and I take care of some, uh, business in my office next door?” Jimmy said as he winked at Tammy.
We followed Jimmy into a crowded room filled with posters and drawings on the wall. There were thousands of little pictures hanging everywhere and from what I could tell it was a tattoo shop. I couldn’t believe it. Was Tommy going to brand us? His own mother? What was I doing here?
We made our way to the front where a guy and a girl were working on two biker types. They were getting very large eagles on their massive shoulders. The woman was almost finished with her eagle and was coloring the last few patches. She looked up at Tammy and nodded her head.
“Tits on this one, labia and tits on this one,” she said to the woman as she pointed at me first and then Milly.
“We’ve got business next door. Holler really loud if you need anything,” Jimmy said laughing.
Jimmy and Tammy disappeared, out the door we came in, as Milly and I stood watching the woman give the biker his colored eagle.
“Sit. I’ll be about 30 minutes finishing up with Rocco,” the woman said matter of factly.
We looked around for a chair but there were only the two that the bikers were sitting in. We looked at each other and took a seat on the floor against the wall, opposite where the two were working. We sat watching the two artists giving the bikers their tattoos. I’ve never gotten a tattoo because I’ve heard it hurts a lot. Suddenly we heard a banging on the wall behind us.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
We could feel each bang as if someone was hitting it with a sledgehammer. It continued as we sat wondering what was going on.
“Are they tearing down the building?” Milly asked Choo Choo.
“Doubtful. Just wait,” she answered.
The banging kept going and we could feel the wall behind us as something was definitely banging against the wall on the other side. Then we heard muffled voices yelling through the wall.
“YES! FUCK! Yes Jimmy! FUCK ME! POUND ME JIMMY! DON’T STOP! HARDER! HARDER YOU FUCKING BASTARD! HARDER!”
“I think she wants it harder,” one of the bikers said laughing.
“OH YES JIMMY! POUND ME WITH THAT BIG HORSE DICK! HARDER YOU FUCKER! HARDER!”
“Yup. Sounds like Jimmy needs to go harder!” Choo Choo said, making everyone in the room laugh.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
“TAKE IT BITCH! TAKE EVERY FUCKING INCH OF THIS DONKEY DICK! YOU HEAR ME? FUCKING TAKE IT OR I’LL TWIST YOUR FUCKING TITTIES RIGHT OFF YOUR CHEST TAMMY YOU FUCKING SLUT!” Jimmy hollered.
We couldn’t help but laugh as we imagined big burly Jimmy pounding away at a slut like Tammy.
“Ugghhhh, I’M CUMMING! DON’T STOP! I’M CUMMING JIMMY! I’M CUMMING! DON’T YOU DARE FUCKING STOP NOW!” Tammy screamed through the wall.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Finally the banging stopped and there was no sound. We all looked at each other wondering if they were finished. Five minutes later, Tammy walked into the shop, primping her messed up hair, as if it would help. Her crop top was on backwards and there were skin colored hand prints all over her legs and ass. Most of the blue was rubbed off her pelvis and thighs. She looked down and realized her top was on backwards, and quickly departed towards the back door.
Jimmy was just coming in as Tammy attempted to open the door and the door hit Tammy directly in her face, her nose cracking as the metal slammed into her nose.
“OUCH! FUCK! WATCH IT JIMMY!” Tammy said as she backed up and let Jimmy pass.
“Sorry! I didn’t know you were coming out?” Jimmy attempted to apologize. Tammy was as mad as a hornet. She stomped outside as her phone rang.
Jimmy walked in, his hands were blue and his face had smeared blue paint on it along with his beard. His neck also had blue paint on it.
“Whats up? They ready yet?” Jimmy said as he half-waved and pointed at Milly and me.
“Almost,” Choo Choo said, as she busted out with laughter.
We all laughed so hard at Jimmy standing there with blue paint patches all over him and the look on his face.
“What? What’s so funny? Is my fly unzipped?” Jimmy said, looking down at his crotch.
Choo Choo handed him a mirror and Jimmy held it up to his face and then looked himself over, realizing he was busted.
“OK, very funny. So what, we had a little romp. Did you see her fucking painted on pants? That’s hot as fuck! She’s walking around with no pants on and nobody knows it! Amazing, right?”
“I suppose,” Choo Choo said as she went back to her work.
Jimmy turned and walked out, slamming the door. Then we heard the door slam to the building next to us. Evidently he was in his office.
“OK, you’re all finished Tiny,” Choo Choo said to the biker in the chair.
He stood up and proudly showed off his eagle tattoo to everyone in the room. It was very colorful and detailed.
“I’ll meet you back at the shop, Ghost. By the way Choo Choo, who owns these whores? I’d like to rent this one for a couple of hours if it’s ok?” Tiny asked.
“Not my monkey, not my circus, Choo Choo replied. “Tammy’s out back there. Ask her.”
Tiny headed out the back door and was gone for about five minutes when he and Tammy came back in.
“Milly, you’re going with Tiny to his shop. He’ll drop you off at Moo’s apartment when they’re done with you. You’ll get your surprise later this week if Choo Choo has an opening,” Tammy explained.
Milly got up and followed Tiny to the front door as I watched. She seemed eager to go with him, but I was sure she had no clue what she was getting into. I had read about what motorcycle gangs did with women, especially women like Milly.
“Hey Tiny, you think we could stop off and get some breakfast on the way to wherever we’re going?” Milly asked.
“Hope you like cum, ‘cause that’s the only food you’re getting today I’m afraid,” Tiny replied.
They left and I heard Tiny’s motorcycle start up a few minutes later and then they were gone.
“Ok you’re up. Have a seat in the chair,” Choo Choo said pointing to me.
I got up and sat in the chair, covering my breasts. I was certain that Tommy wanted some kind of demeaning tattoo written across my tits. I wasn’t sure what Tammy wanted.
“Vertical or horizontal?” Choo Choo asked Tammy.
“He didn’t say. I guess vertically. That’s a little different, right?”
“Yeah, unless you want one vertical and the other horizontal? Now that’s different,” Choo Choo said smiling.
“Yeah! Let’s do that. It don’t cost extra does it? Tommy’s only giving me what he said you two worked out,” Tammy asked.
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