Mistake or not finally i know that it’s a big mistake part 4

After my sister left me with the receptionist and went to see her girlfriend, the receptionist started bombarding me with orders: make her coffee, sweep the floor, or take out the trash. She deliberately spilled coffee on the floor at her feet, called me over, and told me to get a mop. When I returned, she told me to bend down and start cleaning. “I don’t want to see a single drop on the floor,” she said. When I finished, I stood up and was surprised to find my sister standing behind the counter, looking at me and asking, “Are you done? Hurry up, we have work to do.”

I finished what I was doing and followed my sister. We went into the same tattoo parlor, and she told me to sit in the same position as last time. The tattoo artist came and started drawing something on my stomach. After she finished, she brought a lot of syringes and rings and started by piercing my nipples, placing a heavy ring in each one. Then she moved on to my vulva and pierced my labia, placing four rings—two in each. After that, she wrapped me in a blanket to cover everything she had done and stood me up. Then she looked at my sister and said, “My friend has finished tying the knot.”  The site uses a QR code; you can try it whenever you want. After that, my sister led me to her girlfriend’s office. When we entered, she stopped and said to my sister, “Is her new look finished? She’s gotten so fat since I last saw her.” My sister ordered me to take off the cover-up and not look at the changes in my body. I did as she told me, but my curiosity to know what she had done to me was killing me. My sister’s girlfriend approached me, put the dog leash on my collar, made me bend over, and pulled me behind her desk. She lifted her skirt and ordered me to start licking her vagina. After a while, she reached her climax, emptied her load into my mouth, and pushed me away with her foot, saying, “You’ve become an expert at licking, you whore. Go to the mirror in the corner and look at yourself.” I stood up and walked towards the mirror, scared. When I arrived and looked in the mirror, I found a large, erect penis starting above my first tattoo and ending below my breast, with the words “I am a whore. You can hire me by reading the QR code below” written above it. Then, the rings caught my attention.  My nipples dangled, and my vulva was exposed. I stood there, stunned by the sight, and began to cry. But my sister approached me and said, “There’s no need for these crocodile tears. Don’t think you can fool us. Don’t be happy that you’ll be having sex with so many different people. You might even have more than one client a day. We’ll rent you out to them, and they’ll pay us money to live off, me and my future wife. This is your life—a whore, and you’ll stay a whore for the rest of your life. But we’ve found a way to profit from this instead of wasting the money you spent on making you look like this. Starting tomorrow, we’ll begin advertising your location. Get ready to receive your first client, because it will be free. He can spend hours with you instead of the hour allotted to the next client. Any client can do whatever he wants with you; you’re his for that hour.”

After some time, the website’s advertisement spread, and clients began pouring in. Sometimes, I’d be requested by ten clients a day—both men and women. My hair started to grow back and became about ten centimeters long all over after my last shave.  After a period of time, and after my sister married her lover and sexually satisfied them before they went to sleep, and sometimes satisfied their other slave, my sister came to me and told me that I would get leave from work because they decided to look for a man who wanted to have a relationship with me and ejaculate inside me, and this would be repeated many times until I got pregnant because they wanted to wake up as mothers and I had to bring them a child. After many attempts, it happened and I got pregnant. They locked me in the basement and started taking care of my food until the nine months were completed and I gave birth to a little girl for them. After this child came, they no longer cared about me. They kept me locked in the basement, they shaved my hair every week and they removed my teeth and left me a whore to myself to satisfy myself until I got tired and went to sleep. And here I am, my little bald sister’s whore, locked in a basement, masturbating every day until I am full and I eat and then I go to sleep.