PART 2: "A HARD DAY'S WORK"


Kate sat on the couch in the waiting room. Dressed in her best outfit, a see-through shirt, she glanced around sheepishly. Surrounded by young girls, she stood out in age. A lot.

After a rather long, nervous wait, a woman a little younger than Kate entered the waiting room. She had a stern expression, short black hair, and quite shapely breasts. She wore a black suit that didn’t contain a shirt. Her breast was nicely exposed and auroras of sides of her auroras were visible from correct angles. Kate noticed that she had one metal prosthetic foot. The other foot was bare.

"Good morning, you worthless sluts," she greeted them with disgust. "I don't feel like making long speeches. I'm Molly, your dispatcher. You're here to make some money, and you're in luck. We're launching a new campaign, and Mr. Harrison needs new living advertisements. Strip down and come to the tattoo studio."

The girls eagerly began to shed their clothes and seemed quite aroused. Their bodies were becoming mere advertising space. Their entire lives had led them to this point of being used as a common object, merely a canvas to advertise a product. Kate, too, was feeling aroused. Ignoring the large trash can, the woman was putting her clothes on the waiting room couch. When she, like the rest of the girls, was completely naked, Molly approached her and quickly tossed her clothes into the trash, along with the rest.

"Hey, that was my best shirt!" Kate protested.

"Now listen here, you fucking rasin,” the dispatcher explained angrily. “You were hired only because we ran out of younger girls. So don’t get cocky unless you want me to change my mind. You belong to us now, and living billboards don't need clothes. Now go get tattooed, before I decide to snuff you."

Kate was extremely displeased, but she couldn't deny the woman's point. She hardly belonged to this place and needed to cling to it, because there was no second chance in the foreseeable future. She obediently went to the next room. There were armchairs lined up in a row. Beside each one stood a young man. Each one was well-muscled, tattooed, and fiercely handsome. The first girls were already taking their seats.

The woman approached an empty seat. Her tattoo artist was young, maybe Olivia's age. He had long hair, a tank top, and a dozen or so girls' faces tattooed on his arm. All but the last one were crossed out.

"Hi, I'm Kate," she introduced herself.

"Joshua," the boy replied. "We don't talk much."

He sat the woman down and secured her arms and legs with straps. Kate realized her pussy was completely exposed and began to blush like a girl. She also began to regret not going to the bathroom earlier.

The tattoo artist began his work by pulling out his electric razor. He carefully shaved the woman's pubic hair. He maintained a professionally neutral expression, but the bulge in his pants suggested he was feeling more involved. Kate felt intimate and exposed at the same time. It was making her increasingly wet.

Joshua then prepared the tattoo pen and hung the design in front of him. It showed a large erect penis and the words "DIKC MAGNIFIER 2000."

"I think there's a typo there," Kate remarked.

"I don't care," the tattoo artist admitted indifferently. "The client sent this design, so this is what we're doing."

He placed the pen against Kate's stomach, and she felt a stab of pain as he activated it. The steady hum of the machine, the constant pain, and the man's scent made her increasingly aroused. Her pussy was already dripping with her juices. The tattoo artist worked higher and higher, and by the time he tattooed a penis on her right breast, the pain and arousal overwhelmed her. She felt a strong spasm in her pussy. She couldn’t control her bladder anymore, and a long stream of urine shot out from between her legs, uncontrollable. Joshua chuckled at the sight.

"Fuck!" a tattoo artist from the next chair growled suddenly. "I fucked up. I spelled DICK correctly."

"Start from the beginning," Joshua suggested.

The tattoo artist took out a knife, slit the girl's throat in a swift motion, and as she gagged and squirted blood, he unstrapped her from the harness and threw her to the floor. The girl was still dying in a pool of blood, trying to catch her breath when the next in line sat down in the chair and allowed herself to be strapped in. She panted excitedly as the tattoo artist began working on her.

"Finished," Joshua said.

He studied his work on Kate's body for a moment, comparing it to the pattern. The tattoo was a bit uneven because of the woman's large, slightly sagging breasts, but it was legible. He put the pen down.

"And since you're already strapped nicely in..." he added.

He unzipped his fly and pulled down his pants, along with his boxers. Kate glanced at his hard penis and found it quite satisfyingly large. The man climbed into the chair. Kate wanted to feign resistance, to give him more satisfaction in conquering her, but her still bound hands and legs didn't give her much room to maneuver. Joshua thrust into her wet pussy and began to penetrate her intensely.

"You're just like my mom," he panted in her ear. "I loved fucking that slut."

"Oh yes, son," Kate moaned, taking up the game she knew that well. "Fuck me! Get your mommy pregnant!"

Joshua thrust even harder, and the woman felt her vagina being filled with warm semen. They both panted with arousal.

"Tattoo your mommy on your cock!" the tattoo artist next to them growled. "Unbuckle that slut and go get the next one. If we don't let them out soon, Molly’s gonna tear our asses off!"

***

Kate walked slowly down the street. Her bare feet ached from the uneven sidewalks, and the wind chilled her naked body. She felt exposed and vulnerable, far more than she was used to. Everyone who passed her turned to look at her bare breasts, tattooed with a large penis and an advertising banner. Only now did it dawn on her that (assuming she survived more than a few days) this penis would be on her forever.

She was passing a butcher's shop when she decided to stop to brush off a few pesky pebbles embedded in the skin of her feet. She jumped, suddenly startled, when she caught the eye of Shirley, whom she had recently gotten rid of. Only a dozen frantic heartbeats later did she realize that her daughter's severed head was staring back at her from the display, and this was the same shop she'd sold her to. Everything was in order.

Her next steps were directed toward the park. She hoped there would be a lot of people there on such a warm day. She walked through the gate, mentally repeating the script she was supposed to recite in case anyone asked about the product tattooed on her. Unfortunately, it was still too early. People were still working, and the park was practically empty. She decided to take a short break near a body dumpster.

As she propped her foot on a bench to pee, a family walked past. They stopped to watch the woman with the tattooed huge cock peeing. Kate, somewhat accustomed to the new levels of humiliation, looked at them in turn. The husband was a well-muscled black man dressed in shorts and a tank top. The woman, a petite blonde, looked almost like a toy next to him. She wore a loose T-shirt and skirt. She had a pregnant belly. A young cappuccino-hued girl toddled beside them, and another child slept in a stroller. The woman held the leash on which she was leading the naked girl.

"Mom, what does DIKC mean?" the girl asked.

"I think it’s ‘dick’ spelled weirdly," her mother explained.

"Dick Magnifier 2000 is a wonderful new penis enlargement product for any man," Kate recited, still urinating. "Give your woman more pleasure today before you snuff her!"

"With you, I don't need to enlarge anything," the man laughed, taking off his pants.

Kate gasped in surprise. The man's enormous penis hardened as he approached her. He certainly wasn't the target audience for her ad. He took his shirt too, then grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down to her knees. She didn't protest when he shoved his massive meat into her mouth.

Penetrated by the monster, she noticed that the man's wife had sat down on a bench, removed her skirt, spread her legs, and visibly began masturbating. The girl was sitting next to her mother, watching her father with curiosity.

The man suddenly thrust deeper. Kate felt the tip of his monstrous cock slide down her esophagus, painfully squeezing through her throat deeper and deeper. Her body couldn't decide between gagging and desperately gasping for air.

"Mom, can we go already?" the girl pleaded. "I'm hungry!"

"Right." Her mother's mood changed instantly. "Come on, Dave, we still have to cook that slut." She pointed at the naked girl on the leash.

"But I'm only halfway there," the man protested.

"Finish that slut off and come," the pregnant woman ordered.

The woman took her daughter's hand and began pushing the stroller toward the house. She hadn't put on a skirt, so her wet pussy was on full display. The meatslut smiled apologetically before being pulled behind them. The man called Dave watched them displeasedly. Kate continued to choke on his cock and was losing her vision. She tried to slam her hand against his hip and free herself. He thought for a few long seconds, then realized the knife had been left in the baby stroller. He looked the dying woman in the eye.

"The things you do for your family..."

He pulled his enormous cock out, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her to the body dumpster. He threw her out and went, naked, with his enormous penis sticking out, after his wife.

Kate vomited profusely onto the bodies in the dumpster before she managed to draw a breath. She laid there, gathering strength for a moment longer, in the dumpster where she belonged.

When she regained some consciousness, she realized one of the bodies was looking at her. It was one of the girls who had been advertising penis enlargement products with her. Her stomach had been ripped open, and her guts were spilling out onto the rest of the bodies. She was still conscious, though.

"Please, help me," she pleaded weakly.

"Sorry, I'm not paid to help," Kate shrugged slyly.

The woman climbed out of the dumpster and closed the lid because it stank inside.

"The things you do for your family..." she repeated after the man.

***

Kate entered the house and closed the door behind her. She didn’t care to turn on the light. She was naked, covered in cum of a dozen men, and the tattoo burned her skin, making it impossible to forget. Deadly tired, she walked over to the armchair, collapsed into it, and before sinking completely into it, she placed her day’s earnings on the table. It wasn't much, but as long as no one killed her, she could afford basic needs without selling anyone. Too tired to move, she simply started peeing, letting everything fall onto the table and floor.

"Mom, you're back!" Betty exclaimed happily.

The girl ran into the living room and happily jumped onto her mother's lap. She didn't care that she was still peeing. Kate, despite being practically unconscious from exhaustion, noticed that both of her arms were missing.

"What happened to your other arm?" she asked.

"Oops..." the girl blushed. "It was supposed to be a surprise..."

The sudden flash of light blinded the woman for a moment.

"Surprise!" all the children shouted.

When Kate regained her sight, she saw Olivia placing a large plate of perfectly roasted shoulder in front of her. Served with peppers and onions, it gave off an incredibly inviting aroma. Her mother realized she hadn't eaten all day, and her stomach began to aggressively demand food.

"You roasted this yourself?" she asked, surprised, before diving into the food.

"Yes!" Olivia admitted proudly. "We wanted to thank you for sacrificing so much for us."

"Most moms would just snuff us, but you're doing your best," Betty added. "You make our deaths feel significant!"

Kate's eyes filled with tears, but she cleared her throat, feigning a choke. After all, that was what family was all about, just as her own mother had taught her: live together, fuck together, and die together.

"Oh yes, I want to make you sluts feel important until you’re snuffed like trash," she promised.

“Thanks, mom,” Olivia blushed, feeling her pussy getting wet already. “Your death is only as good as your life before it.”

Mother touched her pregnant belly.

"And you’re my reason to carry on. I'll do anything to see my granddaughter."

The women smiled at each other. Life as a single mother wasn't easy, but moments like these were worth it.

They spent the rest of the evening watching TV together. Sam gave Mom cunnilingus, bringing her to orgasm every now and then. She and Olivia were making out the whole time, fondling each other's breasts. Betty watched all this, wishing she had her hands to touch her pussy with.