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casiopia: The more intersting scene:

Cold iron bit at her wrists and ankles as she lay spread eagled atop the work table. Tears ran down her face as she felt the metal jaws of the piercing tool touch her left nipple. Her body tensed in useless resistance as the jaws squeezed painful tight. She screamed and thrashed against her bonds as with metalic cha-ching the snapped home and pain exploded through her left breast, starting drops of blood to either side of her new government mandated nipple ring. The right breast throbbed with the paint of its own recent violation, the matched rings, and blood droplets glittering in the bright fluorescent light.

"Now for the really fun bit," the smiling technician told her, stroking his obvious erection beneath his trousers. Grinning, he lifted the tatoo gun, large needles black with the ink that would be forced into her body. The machine whirred as he pulled the trigger experimentally, as if eager to begin its grim task. The technician unclasped his belt and lowered his trousers, thrusting into her with a groan of pleasure.

"You will have to excuse me, but I always do a better job when I can feel my subjects wriggle..." He placed the gun against her collarbone and smiled.

"Property of the state.."