We drove in silence until the car turned into the gravel driveway of a large hotel, many cars in the carpark and it was obviously a ritzy place.

"Go around the back and go up the stairs to room 405.  It's on the fourth floor."  Suddenly, his big hand circled my throat.  "Don't try anything fucking stupid!"

"No Sir," I croaked, his hand squeezing my neck.

His other hand savagely slipped between my legs and his big finger slipped straight inside my pussy.  Laughing, he wiped his finger on my cheek.  "Fucking wet!  You're a cock hungry slut!"

"Yes Sir," I whispered, face burning with shame.

I had to go through the kitchen, struggling to keep the short skirt down and I felt every cook's eyes on me as I tried to slip through.  A few whistles followed me and I scurried up the stairs, head down as people stared at me.  The women glared at me and I heard one of them say to her friend, "Fancy letting prostitutes in here.  I thought this was a hotel of class."

As I scampered up the stairs, I struggled to keep my skirt down but I was sure anybody could look up my skirt and see my pussy, framed by the hole Jared had cut in the black tights.  I also knew the red dye on my pussy lips would make my bald pussy even more obvious to anybody who could see up my skirt.  Eyes were drawn to my chest, the red dyed nipples visible through the filmy blouse and I felt so humiliated and cheap, especially as my collar and its tags seemed to rattle with every step.

"Where do you think you're going?"  A large man in a dark suit grabbed my arm and pulled me into a small alcove.

"Room 405," I whispered, eyes down, wincing as his hand bit into my arm.

"We don't have tarts in here," he snapped.  "I'm throwing you out."

I was petrified.  If he threw me out I would have nowhere to go until Jared found me and who knows what Jared would do to me when he did find me.

"Please, please let me go.  I have to go to that room--"  I whimpered, afraid and his eyes bored into me and his hand squeezed my arm tighter.

His hand fingered the collar and his eyes narrowed as he read the tags.  "Let's see what's in that room," he said and strode down the corridor, dragging me with him.  His big fist pounded on the door of Room 405.  "Hotel Security," he barked.

The door opened and Jared stood in the doorway, smiling.  "Yes?  Can I help you?"

"This tart says she's coming here," the security man said, dragging me to stand in front.  "We don't have pros here."

"She's not a prostitute," Jared said mildly, "not yet, anyway.  I own her.  Come in and I'll prove it."

I was dragged in after them and he suddenly released me and I stood in the centre of the room, rubbing the red marks on my arm where his hand had held me.

"She's a slave, a slut who will do anything I say.  Lift your skirt, slut, and show him your cunt!"  Red-faced, I shimmied the skirt up and his eyes grew wide at the sight of my bald pussy and red pussy lips.  Jared slid his finger inside me and I moaned, wanting to rub myself so I could finally come.

"See how fucking wet she is, she loves this.  Don't you, slut?" he said in a cold voice.

"Yes Sir," I whispered, wanting to move on his finger but I didn't dare.

"Some sick little game, is it?" the security man said scornfully, but his eyes didn't leave my pussy.  "Keep your games inside this room.  I don't want to see anything in the hotel or I'll have you both out of here so quick!"  He turned to leave.

"Would you like a quick blowjob?  The slut is getting better at it... "

"You're sick!"  The door slammed behind him and I felt ashamed and humiliated.

Suddenly, Jared slapped me across the face and I fell against the sofa, legs spread.  "Stupid slut!  You should have bought him off with a blowjob or a hand job.  You shouldn't have brought him here!"

He grabbed what was left of my hair and pulled me up then ripped the blouse off me.  His hand grabbed my throat while the other hand savagely ripped the half-bra off as well, my breasts swinging free.  He grabbed my left breast and squeezed and twisted it, making me cry out with the sharp pain.

The zipper in my skirt split when he yanked it off me and I wondered what I was going to wear.  Naked except for the crotchless black tights and my shoes, he threw me on the bed.  Dazed and hurting, I lay there as he searched in his bag, returning with two pairs of handcuffs.

He clicked one cuff around my left ankle and the other part of it around my left wrist.  He did the same with the other cuffs on my right ankle and right wrist.

"Get up!"  I struggled to my feet and I had to stand bent over, my bottom exposed and my breasts hanging down.  He laughed as he circled me.

"Perfect, all holes available."

I felt him wipe something on my bottom and I jumped with the coldness of it.  Suddenly, he undid his pants, his fingers seized my thighs and I squealed as his cock started to push into my bottom.

"Stand still," he hissed as he pushed further and further in, my eyes running from the pain.  "Stand still so I can use your arse, slut."  I cried as he fucked my bottom again, the humiliation and the abuse hitting home as he sawed in and out.  The pain was terrible but I was also aroused and wanted him to reach under and play with my clit... but I didn't dare ask.

I couldn't move my hands and handcuffed as I was, I had to remain bent over.  Finally, he pulled out and spurted onto my bottom and the pain of his sudden removal was too much and I sobbed brokenly.

"Tight--probably too fucking tight," he muttered and I cried out again when I felt something push into my bottom.  I felt full, like I needed to go to the toilet and he patted my bottom.  "We'll leave that plug in for a while, stretch you a little.  Some of my guests will want to use your arse."

He made me walk around, laughing at my position, bent at the waist, hands connected to ankles.  It was humiliating and degrading but he kept me at it until he suddenly pushed me onto the bed.  The only comfortable position was on my back, knees bent and legs wide, my bottom full from the plug.

Jared showered and I wondered what was in store for me when there was a knock on the door.  Jared opened it and I blushed as he led a man with a small bag.

"There she is," Jared said, "and I want it here--"  His finger jabbed my groin, close to my pussy and I felt the eyes of the weaselly man on me.  What was going on?

The man pulled some device from the bag, plugged it in and began work.  He was tattooing me and I silently cried when after he finished, I figured out what he had tattooed next to my pussy.  It was the word 'SLUT' in red letters.  I was marked for life.

"She's got a nice cunt--the red lips show it off nicely," the tattooist said, packing his tools away after taking money from Jared.  He displayed the money Jared had given him.  "How much for a fuck?"

"No fucking, I don't want her to come... but she'll suck you off for nothing."

The weaselly man stood at the side of the bed and jammed his cock into my mouth.  I sucked and licked but he just pushed his cock in and out until he came, his come running down my face.

"Thanks," he said to Jared as he left, ignoring me as if I was a fixture.

"Like your new decoration?" Jared laughed.  I started to silently cry again.  How was I going to explain that to the doctor when I had my smear taken?

How could I explain the word 'SLUT' tattooed next to my pussy to anyone?

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