“No. Of course not. We just need to
mark you so everyone knows.” She sat Lianna down, her back against the center
tent pole and more closely inspected her n*****s. “Oh yes. This will be very
simple.”
Lianna didn’t even watch the
procedure. She just felt some tugging and manipulation of her breasts and when
she looked down she saw a short chain and been attached to both n****e rings.
“Why?” she asked. It was a remarkably silly bit of ornamentation, Lianna
thought.
“So everyone knows you belong to
Proval.”
“But my tattoo,” she said, reaching
up to touch behind her ear.
Dirna’s lip curled dismissively.
“This is a more obvious—and removable—symbol. Don’t be so simple minded. Now
lay down on the rug and open up your legs.”
Although she was certain she knew
what was going to hap
