Chapter 5: Marked

At the beginning of the fifth month, one afternoon, when Aisha returned from the office, Ahmed gave us two hoods and two djellabas and ordered us to put them on. He clearly did not want us to be recognised or associated with him outside the apartment and risk losing his power over us. We went to the apartment upstairs, and there we went to one of the bedrooms. The bed in the bedroom had a kind of canopy supported by four sturdy columns.

Hassan sat me down and tied my cuffs at my ankles and wrists to a chair, while he ordered Aisha to undress and unlock her chastity belt and bra. Then he placed Aisha lying on the bed, with her ass just on the edge of the bed, and tied the cuffs on her wrists with a rope tightened to the sides of the bed. Then he tied the cuffs on her ankles with rope to the columns, forming a very flat V shape. Finally, she tied a strap around her waist, totally immobilising Aisha.

Some minutes later, the doorbell rang, and a man went inside with a large briefcase. He took a table and began to take out of his briefcase a lot of instruments. When he started connecting and preparing everything, I realised that he was a tattooist. I started to get nervous. I think she noticed it too and started to move. Ahmed pointed over the sex of Aisha and said, “I want this one permanent!” I could see that he was pointing to the tattoo with the text ‘Property of Ahmed’. She began to writhe furiously but could not move.

She begged, “Please don’t do it; I’ll have to wear it for the rest of my life; I won’t be able to take it off. Please, I beg you! I’ll do anything! Please, Please!” but they ignored her pleas. The tattooist started working, doing the same tattoo, but this time with a permanent black tint and not henna like the previous one. She resigned herself and stood still while the man was working.

When he ended, he said, “Now I’ll put on the rings”, which again produced a look of horror on her face. However, Ahmed said, “Wait, I have an idea that can be pleasurable for the Slut and for me,” and went to a cabinet where he brought a vibrator. He switched on the vibrator and put it over Aisha’s clitoris. After a while, I could see that she was turning on; she began panting, her breathing quickened, and her face was flushed. Then Ahmed took his cock and entered her pussy. He began fucking her while talking with his brother: “Do you remember her contractions when we flogged her nipples? Imagine what it can be like with a piercing,” and say to the tattooist, “Be prepared and do the piercing when I tell you to.”

Ahmed began kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples, adding more stimulation to what she was already receiving with the vibrator. When he detected that she could be very close to coming, he made a sign to the tattooist, who took a pair of pliers with a hole at the end of each arm and a big needle. He clamped her left nipple with the pliers and stretched out her breast, pulling the nipple.

Ahmed continued pressing the vibrator over the clitoris and fucking Aisha, who had her eyes closed and was moaning louder and louder, “Yes!, yes..., urgh ... I’m going to cum!, org!, here comes!, god! YEEEES!”

Just as her orgasm began, Ahmed pushed his cock to the bottom, and the tattooist pierced her nipple. Her moan became a scream while Ahmed said, “It’s wonderful; she is squeezing my whole cock like a pair of pliers; I’m on the verge of cumming; with the next piercing, I’m going to cum like never before.” He signalled to the tattooist, who quickly repeated the operation on the right nipple.

Ahmed accelerated his pounding to Aisha and her orgasm, which was on the plateau, with the pain of the piercing in her nipple and the reinforced shoving of Ahmed’s cock, jumped to another peak. She shouted, “Oh, God! It’s too much; I’m going to explode!” and fell exhausted. Ahmed cummed almost at the same time and pulled out, saying, “One of the best fucks in my fucking life!”

The tattooist took two gold rings, each about one inch long, and passed them through the new holes in Aisha’s nipples. Then he welded the ends together, making the rings permanent. He poured over her nipples an antiseptic liquid that stung and made Aisha scream.

Ahmed commented to Hassan, “Brother, you have to try it! Only one ring remains, but it’s worth two” he said, adding, “There is a limitation because we can’t use the vibrator in her clitoris, but we have other ways to turn her on”.

Ahmed took the vibrator and inserted it into Aisha’s pussy, which was lubricated with his cum and her own fluids. Hassan stood between the legs of Aisha, lubricated his cock, put it in her anus, and began pushing slowly but firmly. Her sphincter dilated to give way to his enormous shaft, and he entered her until his pubis was touching her buttocks and his whole cock was in her rectum.

He started moving backward and forward, fucking Aisha’s ass. She now had a vibrating latex cock in her pussy, turning her on, and a real one in her ass, which added some pain but also additional and intense stimulation.

Gradually, she began to near the orgasm, pushed by the pounding of Hassan in her ass, the fondling of her breasts by his big hands, and especially by the vibrator in her pussy. She again was moaning: “God! Not again! Urgh! It’s too intense! aah! ... please! yes! ... yes!” When Hassan felt that she was close enough to cum, he signalled to the tattooist, who took the pliers and the needle and, with the pliers, clamped the clitoris of Aisha and pulled it.

She was overwhelmed by stimuli and sensations, and the pressure in her clitoris triggered her orgasm. He pierced her clitoris with the needle, and she shouted. Her orgasm caused Aisha to tighten and contract her sphincters, increasing the pressure on Hassan’s cock, which cummed.

When Hassan withdrew, the tattooist passed another ring by the hole in the clitoris and welded it. Like he did with the nipples, he poured antiseptic liquid on the piercing. I thought that those rings would be enough, but he removed the soaked vibrator and took the pliers and the needle again. Aisha started begging: “Please, no more ... I can’t bear more...” and fortunately he had mercy and applied a cream to her sex lips, saying, “I’m going to apply some of this product to reduce the sensitivity of the area.”

When the area was desensitised, he made three holes in each lip and inserted a ring in each one, welding the ends of them so that they could no longer be removed. I could see that he had one last task. He applied the cream to the nose of Aisha, who looked surprised and tried to move, but Ahmed and Hassan held her head still so the tattooist could use her pliers and needle in the septum of Aisha. He installed another ring, but he didn’t weld it.

He then said, “Well, almost done; just the last tattoo...” Ahmed and Hassan unlocked Aisha, turned her over so she had her torso on the bed and her knees on the floor, and tied her wrists again to the sides of the bed and her waist with a strap. Ahmed signalled another tattoo, which I remembered meant ‘Anal Slut. I want a big cock in my ass’ and ordered the tattooist, “I want this permanent.”

He started working on the new tattoo, again with a black tint, until it was finished. He turned to Ahmed, saying, “I think I’ve earned some relaxation time, and I understood that I could take advantage of the services of this Slut. Seeing how you both fucked her, I can’t wait to try her out.” Ahmed answered, “Yes, help yourself! Just use a condom.”

The tattooist pulled down his trousers, put on a condom, placed his cock at the entrance of her vagina, and entered the bottom with a single thrust. She whined, but, tied as she was, she could not move. He began withdrawing and shoving his cock to the bottom, grabbing her hips to hold her. With every push, she whined and moaned; probably his balls were hitting her recently pierced clitoris and lips, but this simply made him more aroused.

He quickened its pace, saying to Ahmed, “This Slut is fantastic! Her cunt is tight and hot, and her buttocks are very soft and elastic. How I envy you to be able to fuck her every day ... And with the new decorations, the possibilities to enjoy the Slut have increased. Fuck! Yes! I can’t hold on any longer! I’m going to cum! Fuck! Fuuuuuck!” He reached orgasm, and after a while, he withdrew from Aisha.

All three left the room, and I could ask Aisha, “How do you feel? Does it hurt you a lot? She answered, “Yes, quite. When he pierced my nipples and clitoris with the needle, the pain was terrible, but at the same time it was mixed with the sensations of the orgasm, increasing them and provoking in me a hurricane of sensations and stimuli like I had never suffered before. I almost fainted.”

I understood perfectly what she was describing: “I think that I experienced the same sensations with your blowjob to my cock encased in that horrible cock cage with spikes. A huge mix of pain and pleasure.” She apologises, “I’m very sorry I did that to you,” but I interrupted her, “No, don’t apologise. Everything we are doing is forced on us by Ahmed. And you are taking the brunt of it.”

She then said, “It’s degrading to be marked and ringed as an animal, with rings and tattoos. To be fucked is bad, but this...” I tried to calm her down, “Don’t worry, when we get to be free, we can cut the rings, and the tattoos can be removed. It’s difficult, but it’s possible.”

We were interrupted by the return of Hassan, the tattooist, and Ahmed, who announced, “Well, now the Slave...”

They untied Aisha and ordered her to kneel on the floor beside the chair, then Ahmed unlocked my chastity belt, and I was tied as she had been, with my ass on the edge of the bed, my arms outstretched and straining to the sides of the bed by ropes, my legs forming a V-shape and tied to the columns, and a strap on my waist. Ahmed said to the tattooist, “You know what to do; begin with the ‘Property of Ahmed’ in his pubis,” and to me, “Slave, it will be painful, and you are not allowed to cum, so you won’t have anything to compensate or mitigate the pain.”

The tattooist shaved my pubic hair before starting his work. The needles of the tool for doing the tattoo were painful but bearable; I feared that the time would come when I would have to receive the piercing.

The tattooist finished the tattoo, took the pliers and needle, and clamped my nipple. My breathing and heartbeat quickened, and when he pierced my nipple, the pain was unbearable. I was panting, trying not to let out a scream. He inserted a ring and repeated the process on the other nipple, pouring antiseptic on both nipples, which again caused me stinging and pain.

He announced, “Now the last two. For these, I’ll apply some numbing cream,” and taking a cream, he applied it over the head of my cock and in my perineum. He made a hole in my perineum and inserted a ring in it. Then he took my cock, inserted a tube by my urethra, and with a curved needle, he pierced my frenulum and passed the needle by the tube up to the tip of my cock.

Then he retired the needle and tube and installed a ring, entering by the frenulum hole and exiting by the urethra, and welded its end, converting it to permanent. After applying the numbing cream, he pierced my septum and installed a ring, not welded like Aisha’s one.

I was released and tied like Aisha, with my knees on the floor and my chest on the bed. When I was ready, Ahmed sat down, saying, “Well, almost done. The Slave will have a tattoo that says, ‘Anal Slave. I want a big cock in my ass’ in the same position as the Slut, over his anus. And speaking of her, Slut!, you’ve had too much rest; come here and suck me! And do it slowly; I want to enjoy it all the time while the Slave is tattooed.”

She advanced on her knees to the chair, extracted his cock, and began bobbing up and down over it. While I was tattooed, I saw how she was giving him a blowjob. When the tattooist announced that my tattoo was finished, Ahmed put his hand on the back of Aisha’s head, pushed her until his cock was in her throat, and began face-fucking her mouth and throat. When he was reaching his orgasm, he held her head firmly, with her nose in his pubis and his cock in her throat, and began sending stream after stream of cum directly to her stomach.

They untied me and put on the chastity belt again while the tattooist gave the last instructions: “Every day you must apply this cream over the tattoos for one week to avoid infections and problems. Also, you must apply this antiseptic daily over the piercings and move the rings to avoid infections; one week too.”

Ahmed was very happy, “Thank you for your work. We’ll follow the instructions; we don’t want ‘to damage the goods’. Now we have the Slut and the Slave properly marked and decorated. The rings could be very useful for tying them and for different games. Also, they can be used as an alternative to chastity belts. Their rings are permanent except for the ones in their noses, the only ones that can be visible while dressed. We don’t want them to lose their jobs and a good source of income.”

That said, he locked my chastity belt, and we dressed and went back to our apartment.

The afternoon of the following day, Ahmed informed us about the cleaning and maintenance process: “I don’t want to bother with those tasks, so you will take care of them, always under our supervision. Slut will clean the Slave, and Slave will clean the Slut. Let’s go to my bedroom.”

In the bedroom, he unlocked my chastity belt and ordered me to lay face down on the bed.

Aisha, naked as always while at home, climbed to the bed, took the tattoo cream, and began to check and spread the cream over the tattoo. Although short and in a sore area, her delicate touch was very pleasing. After turning me over and laying me on my back, he applied the cream to my pubic tattoo. Being enclosed in the chastity belt for months without any contact, her hand in that area was wonderful.

When she began cleaning and reviewing the rings, my arousal increased. The disinfectant cream for the piercings stung, but her soft touch of her hands in my nipples, my perineum, and especially in the head of my cock had resulted in an erection of my cock that was hard like an iron bar. She held my cock with her left hand and was applying the cream with her right hand on my glans and on the tip of the cock. After so many weeks without coming and without any human touch, the pleasure of feeling Aisha’s hand was overwhelming. Although she was not masturbating me, I thought that I would cum in one minute, but Ahmed stopped Aisha. They ordered her to put some ice on my cock, and quickly my cock lost its erection, and my chastity belt was put back on.

Then I was ordered to clean and check the Aisha tattoos and rings. She lay face down; I knelt over her legs and applied the cream to the tattoo in her ass. Caressing her buttocks with my cock in the chastity belt was torture. My cock tried quickly to become erect, but the tube stopped its swell and started to ache at the base after being directed to a very forced position between my legs.

When she turned over, my situation got worse. I spread the cream over the tattoo, almost touching her sex, and then began applying the piercing cream over her nipples. They stiffened with my touch, and I could see that she enjoyed my touch as much as I did. It was the first contact with tenderness in a long time. It was the first contact that was not for abuse but for protection and affection since we spent that night together, and I got her to cum with my tongue.

The view of the rings piercing her nipples increased my arousal, but the more I spread cream on her nipples and areolas, the more it hurt my cock. I moved to another area, both because the pain in my cock was too much and because Ahmed or Hassan could realise that was not a purely health care treatment and punish me in some way. I checked and cured her septum, taking the opportunity to be able to caress her cheeks and face.

She was looking at me, trying to convey closeness and love, but without any words to avoid attracting the attention of the brothers.

During the time I was healing her nose, my erection decreased, but as soon as I moved to the rings in her sex, it returned. I spread the cream on her lips and on her clitoral area. I could see that my touch in her clitoris was arousing her, and I, for my part, was “climbing up the walls” because of my desire to touch her sex, so close to my cock but separated by my chastity belt. After some minutes of “sweet torture”, I had to withdraw.

When I finished, Ahmed ordered us to put on all fours on the floor side by side, saying, “We can’t use the cunt of the Slut, but she has two available holes, and we can also use the holes of the Slave.” He knelt behind Aisha, while Hassan knelt behind me. They fucked our asses until cumming, and then we continued with our tasks.

The following days, a new routine was established. Aisha woke up Ahmed and Hassan with a blowjob. After breakfast, they withdrew the nose ring from Aisha or from me, depending on who was going to the office. They put on the chastity belt and bra for Aisha if she was going to the office. When she or I returned, they put on the nose ring, withdrew her chastity belt, and we started the cleaning tasks, which ended with them fucking our asses.

The first Tuesday we were both in the office, we talked about the piercings and tattoos. We agree that the tattoos were degrading, and we will have to remove them as soon as possible when we return to our country. The ring could be removed easily. However, we agree that the rings in the nipples, although we had never thought of doing them, were arousing and erotic to see. Aisha told me that she felt a continuous and arousing pinching in her nipples.

The effect of the ring on her clitoris was even stronger. She felt a continuous touch in her clitoris that, depending on the position, made some days too exciting. And with her chastity belt, she can’t reposition the ring or even masturbate. She confessed to me that those days, the endless arousal of the ring made her want to masturbate, and when she returned home, she didn’t need any lubrication in her vagina.

The last day planned for the cleaning tasks, while Aisha was healing my piercings and tattoos, Ahmed received a phone call, and after talking for some minutes, he left, saying to Hassan, “Problems with our boss in the police station; I have to leave. I’ll call you to check how we explain the ‘errors’ with the drugs. Keep an eye on the Slut and the Slave.” She continued, and when I was beginning to care for her tattoo, Hassan received a call from Ahmed.

It seems that they were worried and talked a lot, and Hassan forgot to watch us, just answering the phone and checking dates and places. This made me feel more daring. While I spread the cream, I took my time doing the healing. I began to caress her nipples and her breasts with one hand while I applied cream with the other to her other nipple. She started to get turned on; her breath quickened, and her face flushed. Although Hassan looked at us from time to time, I realised that, as he was preoccupied and distracted, if we didn’t draw attention to ourselves, he wouldn’t discover us.

I began applying cream to the rings of her sex lips with my right hand and using my left hand to caress her clitoris. My right hand was hiding what my left hand was doing. I saw the pleasure in Aisha’s face. She remained unmoved so as not to attract his attention, with her arms parallel to her body, apparently resting. She closed her eyes, and I saw how her hand gripped the sheet tightly and her knuckles became white.

I saw moisture in her vaginal lips and entered two fingers into her pussy while maintaining my thumb over her clitoris. I could feel her hot channel lubricating more and more while my fingers moved in and out of her vagina. My fingers massaging her G-point triggered an explosive and, at the same time, an unmoved and silent orgasm. When she recovered, she mouthed silently with her lips, “Thank you. I love you.”