Let's see what kind of tattoo would look good on you? Oh! I know! This won't hurt at all sis, if it does, just scream so that I know." Jeff proceeded to paint a large tattoo on Deb's stomach and them one on each of her tits. Deb wasn't feeling anything except a little pressure on her body. She couldn't see what kind of picture her brother was giving her from the angle of her head and her blurred vision. In her drug induce schoolgirl state could she only think of sex and the pleasure she was getting from moving up and down the shaft in her ass. Jeff was not concerned about Deb's moving while he was working. It didn't have Bondage to be perfect. When Jeff finished with his sister he moved the milking stool to Chris and started another masterpiece. In two hours Jeff had finished the tattoos on all 5 family members. He looked at his watch. It was eleven thirty and time for lunch. And more drugs for the family. As Jeff turned for the barn door he looked back at asian his 5 masterpieces and laughed. He exited the barn for the house to prepare lunch for himself and the 5 tattooed Johnsons'. Jeff returned with sandwiches, removed the ball gags and uncuffed their wrists so that they could eat. It would be impossible for any teen of them to rise up enough to dislodge the shaft in their ass without the stools to stand on. They ate their sandwiches as they moaned, with their mouths full, moving their bodies slowly up and down on the rubber dildos holding them in place. Now Jeff would make the final adjustments to each of their bodies. The drug he had just given each of them would insure that they would not feel anything except slight pinches while he worked. In 4 or 5 hours the Johnson's would see their new bodies, permanently decorated for their new positions in life, incapable of being undone, and utterly revolting to most normal humans. Jeff replaced the ball gags and retied their wrists behind the poles. He took a leather pouch from one of the boxes, grabbed the milking stool and sat down sex in front of his sister Deb. Reaching into the pouch Jeff withdrew a large black punch tool, usually used for thick leather hole punching. He reached back into the pouch and brought out a small box of surgical steel punch bits and eye grommets. I got off the couch and asian stood watching, my cock dripping on the floor as Peter withdrew his fingers, slipped his robe off and probed the entrance to her sex with a massive thick veined schoolgirl cock. Over a few drinks Alejandro firstly apologised for not telling me that the videos that he made at Bondage the gym were going to be sold as soft porn ones. My heart pounded in my chest, pumping boiling blood throughout my teen flesh. She was anxious about going under the needle - but felt the "rush" would be worth the consequences. sex I would give her everything she craved. "I could lie to you and say 'yes.' I like you wearing your cum." “Your coconspirators in court. Bliss..... The sky was slate gray and a gentle mist fell at a steady pace. Her eyes sparkled.