1. Tattoo (incomplete story)


    Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: catherine-belmont, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    rolled in front of her. Then, another was positioned behind her. She couldn't see the person who was positioning the mirrors around her bound body. &#034I always like to know if my customers are satisfied,&#034 the sneering woman's voice said as she grabbed Kelli's hair. &#034Take a look at your tattoo, darling.&#034 &#034Look nice?&#034 Kelli was afraid to open her eyes. The hand yanked hard in her hair. &#034I said LOOK at it!!&#034 She slowly opened her eyes and her bound form came into vision from the mirror in front of her. She was bound in thick leather straps securing her arms to two poles on either side of her body. Her thighs were spread and secured to the bottoms of the poles. Her head was held rigidly by the choker collar which also had two small leather straps pulling tightly in opposite directions and attached to the poles. She was afraid to look at the mirror behind her. The smell of burnt flesh smashed into her nostrils as she looked for the reflection of her backside in the mirror in front of her. &#034YIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!&#034 A scream of agony tore from her lips as her branded ass and thighs came into view. &#034OOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!&#034 she screamed into the darkened room. &#034WHYYYYYY????&#034 Her screams continued. Large dark brown mottled marks made horrible curving patterns in the shape of a misshapen rose petal. Deep welts from the burning rod formed the rose stems. Smaller ones made up the thorns. She was marked for life! &#034Ooooooo...&#034 her ...
    wailing continued to come from her throat. She started to sob as she realized no one would ever want to touch her body again. No man. Especially, no woman. The horrible branding she had just been through would ensure that. She sobbed harder now, and slumped again against her bonds as the realization that her desire to have just one small petite tattoo, led to this. Who was her torturer? From whose body did the voice come from. Kelli was in a nightmare but didn't know it. She couldn't figure it out. She had only entered the dark shop to finally get the tattoo she had wanted, thought about, then decided to get. As she passed through the black curtains into the back of the shop, the candle light flickering off the walls cast an eerie glow in the room. Strange place to give tattoos, she had thought. But then, this tattoo would not be just another tattoo. It was to be a small pink pale rose, on her ass cheek. The back room was the only place to tattoo so sensitive a spot, she was told. But the voice coming to her was not that of the parlor owner. Her nightmare continued. &#034I think we might add another little design to this lovely tattoo,&#034 the silken voice whispered as Kelli could feel hands touching her raw bottom. She winced, then moaned in pain at the touch. &#034Perhaps I should tattoo the words slut slave right here...&#034 SMACK!!!! The hand slapped her right at the end of the large ugly rose. &#034AAAAGGGHHHH!!!!&#034 Kelli screamed again as her torture continued. And ...
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