Chapter 13

The leather leash bit into Priyanka’s labia rings as Heffner dragged her towards his sleek black limousine. Her oversized fake tits jiggled obscenely with each step, the nipple chains clinking against the metal rings that pierced her swollen areolae. The bell hanging from her clit hood jingled like a cheap whore’s announcement, drawing stares from the black valets who smirked at the once-powerful CEO now reduced to a crawling fuckpet.

“Get in, white trash,” Heffner growled, yanking the leash so hard it made her whimper. He sprawled across the backseat while forcing Priyanka to kneel between his spread legs, her nose inches from the massive bulge in his designer slacks. The chauffeur—a towering ebony man with tribal tattoos snaking up his neck—watched in the rearview mirror as Priyanka’s trembling fingers struggled with Heffner’s zipper.

“Use your teeth, dumb cunt,” Heffner sneered, grabbing a fistful of her chemically-straightened brunette hair. She obeyed, biting the zipper down to free his thick black cock, already glistening with precum. The chauffeur chuckled darkly as Heffner shoved Priyanka’s face onto his shaft, her labia chains rattling when he thrust upward into her throat. “Drive to Brown’s place,” Heffner ordered, never breaking rhythm as Priyanka gagged around him.

Her mascara ran in black streaks as he fucked her mouth raw, the limo’s movement making her gag reflex worse. The queen of spades tattoo above her swollen tits pressed against Heffner’s thigh—a permanent brand of her degradation. When he came, he gripped her nose shut, forcing her to hold every drop of his bitter cum. “Spill one drop and I’ll pierce your fucking eyelids,” he warned, watching her bloated cheeks struggle to contain his load.

Outside the tattoo parlor, Heffner dragged her by the labia leash across the pavement. Priyanka’s knees burned on the concrete, her “Fuck Me Here” tattoo flashing beneath her miniskirt as she crawled. Inside, Mr. Brown—a muscular black woman with shaved head and gold-capped teeth—leaned against her piercing station. “Back so soon, snowbunny?” she taunted, flicking Priyanka’s drooling tongue barbell.

Heffner dropped the leash and let it slither between Priyanka’s thighs like a mocking caress. “She needs upgrades,” he said, tracing the ‘Black Owned Fucktoy’ text above her cunt with his boot tip.

Sobbing, Priyanka crawled to the preparation room, her bell jingling with every shuffle—a melody of her irreversible ruin.

After discussing with Mr Brown, both Black man entered the main chamber where Priyanka was waiting, she was completely naked and was on the table on her back. She kept her mouth tightly sealed so that the cum from her mouth does not spill out.

The heavy door creaked open as Heffner strode in, his polished shoes clicking against the marble floor. Behind him followed Mr. Brown, a smirk playing on his lips as he carried a tray of gleaming needles and ink bottles. Between them, sprawled naked on the cold steel table like a piece of meat, was Priyanka Chopra—or rather, what was left of her. The once-arrogant CEO now lay with her swollen, fake tits jutting upward, the Queen of Spades logo gleaming above them like a brand. Her mouth was stuffed full, cheeks bulging with thick, stale cum she’d been ordered not to swallow.

“Look at this fucking disgrace,” Heffner sneered, circling the table. His fingers trailed over the fresh ink on her lower back—another Queen of Spades, right above the words “Black Owned Fucktoy.” The chain between her nipple rings jingled as she trembled, the sound mixing with the faint chime of the tiny bell dangling from her clit hood. “You really thought you could run a company like this? With this pathetic white cunt begging for Black dick every night?” He grabbed her hair, forcing her head back. “Answer me, bitch.”

Priyanka couldn’t speak, could only whimper around the load in her mouth. Mr. Brown chuckled, strapping her down tighter with thick leather cuffs. “No talking, slut. Just take what you’re given.” He slapped headphones over her ears, drowning her in a looped recording: You belong to us. You’re a slave. Your holes exist for Black pleasure. Her hips jerked when Heffner shoved a vibrating egg deep inside her cunt, turning it to a low hum. Her moans were muffled, desperate, her body betraying her as pleasure coiled in her belly.

Brown didn’t wait. The needle buzzed to life, and he carved into the back of her neck first—Property of Heffner in bold, Gothic script above which he added the Queen of spades logo. She thrashed, but the spreader bar kept her legs wide, exposing her hairless pussy and asshole to the cold air. When he flipped her onto her back, she stared up at them with glossy eyes, drool leaking from the corners of her mouth. The needle hovered over her left tit, etching Property of Heffner few inches above her nipples.

“Think you’re done, white meat?” Brown sneered, pressing the needle into the soft flesh above her left nipple. Cocksleeve was etched into her left shoulder blade, each letter punctuated by Priyanka’s choked sobs. Her right shoulder got Pussymop, the ink sinking deep as her body jerked in pain. The chains between her nipple rings rattled as she trembled, her pierced tongue flopping uselessly against the cum in her mouth.

He moved lower, tracing the already-pierced flesh around her belly button. The Queen of Spades dangle swayed mockingly as he tattooed Black Owned in an arch above it, Cumbucket below. Priyanka’s breath came in ragged gasps, her nose pin glinting under the harsh lights.

Then came the worst part. Brown spread her thighs wider, his thick fingers digging into her flesh as he positioned the needle at her puckered asshole. No warning—just the searing pain as Owned Anal Whore Fuck Here was carved in a perfect circle around her rosebud. The needle drove deeper, piercing her perineum, and Priyanka screamed, her body convulsing as she came against her will.

Heffner’s laughter filled the room as he palmed her bruised tits, his dark hands a stark contrast against her pale, marked skin. “Good fucking girl,” he purred, yanking her up by the chains on her labia rings. “Now the whole world knows what you are—my property.”

Priyanka Chopra’s once-proud posture was broken, her body trembling as Heffner’s thick fingers tightened around the steel collar locked permanently around her throat. The metallic jingle of her piercings echoed through the tattoo parlor—nipple chains swaying, clit bell tinkling with every shuddering breath, the fresh perineum ring’s tiny chime marking her shame as clearly as the ink still dripping down her thighs.

“You spilled my seed like a goddamn broken cup, you worthless white bitch,” Heffner growled, dragging the former CEO off the stainless-steel table by her leash. Priyanka’s enhanced tits—unnaturally round 36DDs that mocked her former petite frame—jiggled obscenely as she stumbled, her high heels clacking against the floor. Her eyes darted across the new tattoos screaming her status: “PROPERTY OF HEFFNER” in bold Gothic script above her weeping left nipple, “COCKSLEEVE” and “PUSSYMOP” etched into each of her shoulder blade like a brand. Worst was the thick black bar encircling her belly button: “BLACK OWNED CUMBUCKET”.

“I-I’m sorry, Master,” she whimpered. The tattoo artist, Mr. Brown—a mountainous ebony-skinned man with tribal ink snaking up his arms—chuckled as he wiped cum off his still-hard cock. “Disobedient sluts get punished,” Heffner said calmly, forcing her to kneel before Brown. “Show him what your mouth is for.”

Priyanka’s nose pressed into Brown’s dense pubic hair as she swallowed him whole, the bell on her perineum ringing wildly when he suddenly flipped her onto the table. Cold metal bit into her ass as he reactivated the vibrator buried in her cunt while fucking her raw. “Please—I can’t—” she sobbed, legs splayed to display her tramp stamp: a Queen of Spades with “FUCK ME HERE” inked just above her dripping hole. Brown came across her face with a roar, painting her mascara-streaked cheeks before handing Heffner the leash connected to her labia rings.

Dressed in a sheer top that displayed her pierced nipples and a micro-skirt barely covering her tattooed ass, Priyanka was paraded past gawking Black patrons to Heffner’s Bentley. “Time to remind you who owns this corpo-ration,” he purred, shoving her head between his thighs as the Black chauffeur smirked in the rearview. The clinking of her piercings mixed with wet gagging sounds, her new tattoos glistening under the streetlights—permanent proof that the once-powerful Priyanka Chopra was now just another white fucktoy for Black kings.

The limousine rolled to a stop outside Heffner’s mansion, its blacked-out windows hiding the depravity inside. Priyanka Chopra—once the proud CEO, now just a branded fuckpet—whimpered as Heffner’s thick cock pulsed against her swollen lips one last time before erupting across her already ruined makeup. “Filthy white bitch,” he chuckled, wiping his glistening shaft on her bruised cheek, mixing fresh cum with the drying streaks left by the sadistic tattoo artist hours earlier.

“Out.” Heffner shoved the car door open, dragging Priyanka by the chain connecting her nipple rings. She stumbled onto the driveway, her oversized tits jiggling obscenely, the Queen of Spades tattoos catching the moonlight. “Show the driver what that mouth’s for,” Heffner ordered, tossing her toward the ebony chauffeur. “And don’t swallow—I want you dripping when I fuck that ass later.”

Priyanka dropped to her knees without hesitation, the bells on her clit hood jingling as she fumbled with the driver’s zipper. Her tongue barbell clicked against his cockhead before she took him deep, gagging as his musk filled her throat. The driver gripped her hair, fucking her face relentlessly until he came with a grunt, painting her nose and eyelashes white.

Left kneeling in the driveway, cum seeping into her “Black Owned Fucktoy” tattoo, Priyanka crawled toward the mansion on raw knees. The perineum bell tinkled mockingly with every movement. When she pressed the doorbell, Heffner made her wait—15 minutes of humiliation as neighbors’ curtains twitched—before finally yanking her inside by the labia rings. “Welcome home, property,” he sneered, slamming the door on her sobbing moans.