The Tattoo - Part Three

His story

Background
Hanna seemed a little remote when I returned from my business trip. I asked her how the tattooing went and she explained that she had changed her mind! I wasn’t completely surprised as she often would be very enthusiastic about a particular thing and then change her mind at the last moment. But on this occasion I was sure she would go through with it. I changed the subject and asked about the girls. Hanna told me that Yolanda was staying with her parents for a couple of days.

Chantelle was around and a found a few minutes to ask her about what happened during my trip. She said that Hanna ‘chickened out’ at the last moment but that Yolanda and herself had some fun being face painted. She gabbled on a bit and I have to confess that I wasn’t really listening. I made a polite interruption and went to my office to work on some papers. An hour of so later I hit on a brilliant idea and went to find Chantelle. She was good at keeping a secret unlike Yolanda!

The gift
I explained that I would like to surprise Hanna with a gift. Chantelle listened intently as I explained that I would like to pay for Hanna’s tattoo and then she wouldn’t’ be able to chicken out. We both agreed that she really wanted a tattoo and this would be an excellent plan.

They had all done something similar for me on my birthday about six months previous. I was blindfolded and driven to a surprise destination. Once there they guided me along. I was then helped to climb in to what seemed like a large box. I was then told to remove the blind-fold. To my amazement I was in the basket of a Hotair Balloon! What a brilliant surprise. Soon I could repay their thoughtfulness and Hanna’s generosity.

The morning came of the surprise. I had warned her the night before that something special was going to happen. She tried to get me to explain but I stood my ground! Chantelle pretended not to know either. Chantelle awoke us and bought us a fruit drink each.
It was a pleasant sunny Saturday morning as we drove the short distance to the tattooist’s studio. I made a couple of detours to confuse them so the journey too k about twenty minutes. Hanna and the girl’s all sat in the back wearing their masks covered by sunglasses, so as not to attract the attention of the police or nosey neighbours!

The arrival
Soon we were there. They held hands as I lead them giggling inside. We were meet by a very attractive young woman wearing a white uniform. I realised it was her I had spoken with over the phone. The woman spoke and shook my hand. She had some joke about the victims arriving! At this they all stopped giggling. I told them that they could remove their glasses and blindfolds. Before Hanna could say anything I said she couldn’t chicken- out again! ‘Yolanda and these ladies have strict instructions not to let you leave without a Tattoo’ I said jokingly.

I then gave her a kiss on the cheek and left. I had arranged a day out with some of my friends. I had given Yolanda some cash so they could all go out for the day and then get a taxi home.


Hanna’ Story


Afterwards
I didn’t know what to say when he asked about my tattoo. I couldn’t tell him the truth. Instead I told him a believable lie. He would believe that I changed my mind – I don it all the time. I had instructed the girls to say the same and on no account tell anyone what had really happened. I explained that I could go to prison for what I had done. They could become social outcasts and even be taken into care. Fortunately they both saw the sense in my reasoning and we had not discussed the matter again in the four weeks leading up to my surprise gift.

I was so pleased when I heard that I was going to get a special surprise! We usually spare such things for our birthdays. Last year I arranged a flight in a Hotair Balloon for him. Now he had something wonderful for me!

We girls sat in the back giggling. We were unable to see as we were wearing blindfolds. We must have driven for nearly half-an-hour when the car came to a halt. I was taken by the arm and lead out of the car. I held onto Yolanda, who in turn gripped onto Chantelle. I heard a bell ring and a door open. Maybe were being taken to a trendy health club? The door closed behind us. I then heard a voice that made me freeze to the spot. Surely not! There could not be two women with such similar voices. I hoped I would never again meet the Receptionist from the Tattoo studio ever again. As soon as was told I removed my glasses hurriedly followed by the mask. I was aware that my hands were shaking. As I pulled my eyes pulled into focus and couldn’t believe what I saw! To my horror it was her- the red-headed bitch!

Abandoned
I was silent and stunned. I could say nothing. Chantelle was smiling slightly and Yolanda looked completely bemused. I felt very light-headed. Robyn took me by the arm. I was aware that other women had entered the reception area. I then looked around to see that my man had gone. ‘How could this happen?’ I wondered, as I was lead into the familiar treatment room. I realised that we had been abandoned and were once again at the mercy of these perverted dykes.

My brain was having difficulty in keeping me awake. It was then I remembered the drink, which Chantelle had brought me that morning in bed. Surely, she wasn’t helping them…I cant remember what happened immediately after that confused thought. But I must have slipped into a deep sleep.
Ordeal
When I awoke I tried to open my eyes. I realized despite being very dozy that I was once again wearing a blindfold. As I came too a little more, I was aware that I was standing. My angles and wrists were tied. My body was held in a cross-eagle position.
I was wearing something, which felt like a body suit but made of stiffer fabric. The strange thing was that I would feel the cool air of the air-conditioned room on my nipples and virgina.

Realising that I was now awake one of them spoke. She ordered that my blindfold be removed. I glanced around the room. I saw the tattooist, the red-head receptionist and the blonde trainee. I then caught a view of myself in the fall length mirror. I had been stripped of all clothing and dressed up in a leather costume. My nipples, virgina, legs and arms were exposed for all to see. Worse still I had just that morning shaved all my pubic hair off thus nothing was left to the imagination! I hoped that the girls were not around to see me in such a state of undress.

Robyn then pulled open one of the curtains which divided the room. Out skipped Chantelle. Her long hair was tied back and her face was painted to look like a harlequin. She was wearing what appeared to be a gymnastics kit. She was very keen on the pastime and belonged to the local club. She did a few moves, her black short wrap-over skirt ballooning as she did. I was mesmerised. What on earth was she doing? I wondered where Yolanda was. But my eye was once again attracted to Chantelle. As the sunlight light her from the skylight I realised that her bright yellow leotard was not made of sheer fabric but was in fact just a skin of body paint!

I tried to push my legs together to hide my exposed sex but the bonds were tied to strongly. I glanced down to see that it was not ropes but leather cuffs that held me in place so firmly. Chantelle struck a pose and froze like a statue. Her back was slightly arched backed and one arm was held aloft. I tried not to look but I couldn’t help notice her little nipples standing erect in the sunlight. Then she ran off back behind the curtain.

The three young women were all still wearing their white uniform dresses. I wondered just how long they would remain clothed. I found myself imagining what they might be wearing underneath. The potion was still having its effect. I found it difficult to keep my eyes open but I just had to remain conscious. I had to try and reason with these women.


Watching Helplessly
I dozed off for a little while, just how long I do not know. I was awoken by the sound of cat-calls. My mouth was dry and I felt very light-headed. I opened my eyes to see the three women and Chantelle all dressed in black Basques and tiny matching panties! I then got a little suspicious. Could it be that Chantelle was in with them? Surely not!

I feared for Yolanda. I had not seen or heard her since the ordeal began. Just what had happened to her? Was she co-operating with them also? My mind was in a muddle and I could not think straight. I noticed that my right thigh was aching slightly and looked down. It had a small plaster on it. I then realised that during my slumber I had been given an injection, presumably to keep me in a passive state.

The three women then disappeared behind the curtains. Chantelle saltered towards my wiggling her young body, aping the way the women moved. I could hear faint shuffling and giggling behind the curtains as a watched Chantelle’s every move. It was disconcerting seeing her wearing such an adult outfit. In a strange way I remember thinking that the tight Basque suited her. Being tall for her age she could carry it off. In fact she was taller than Yolanda despite being two years younger.

Her small breasts were extenuated by the design of the garment. I noticed that she was also wearing long silky black fingerless gauntlets that came over her elbows. She is fortunate to have what I call kissable lips – that it to say full rather than thin. Her face had been made-up expertly. With just enough blusher and lipstick to highlight her features. Her waist long blonde hair tied back in a high ponytail allowed a full view of her long swan-like neck.

She then gyrated to the sound of the rock music though she was performing in some seedy bar. My concentration was interrupted when I noticed the curtains move. Out came Robyn pulling on a long chain lead. Attached to the other end by the wrist was Yolanda! The tattooist then appeared also holding a chain which was fastened to the girl’s neck by a studded leather collar. The last of the women then came out, she too held a chain that was attached to Yolanda’s other wrist. Yolanda was being pulled too and fro like a rag dole. Thankfully she was still clothed, wearing her white tennis-style dress. She stumbled about unable to see her tormenters due to the blindfold. To prevent her shouting a leather gag was in place.

The three women and Yolanda all moved around to the music pulling Yolanda between them. Occasionally they jostled her between them but never letting her fall. Chantelle was now dancing towards me. She appeared to have lost interest in her friends humiliation and had remembered me. How embarrassed I felt as she eyed me up and down. She stared at my nipples and giggled and then glanced down as my open crutch. With my lags held apart I knew she could see my virgina clearly.

After having a good and long look she got a little bolder and moved forward. I quested it was to have a better look or to speak to me. I could say nothing due to the dryness of my mouth. I would have tried to had reasoned with her and told her to try and escape and get help. I managed to catch her eye and hoped she would see I was not happy. She looked directly into my eyes. I focused hard on her blue pupils. Her face was now just inches away.

Why was she so close? Was she going to whisper something? Maybe she had a cunning plan to get us all out of this hellhole. How wrong I was! The little bitch grabbed hold of both of my jutting nipples and gently squeezed them! I let out a faint murmur of disgust. She continued to hold each one between her thumb and forefinger. She pressed to roll them gently causing them to stiffen. She continued her playing for a few moments until the rest of the gang danced over.

Robyn encouraged her to feel ‘everywhere’ and she seemed very keen on that idea. Soon her petit hands were touching my breasts, buttocks and legs. Then she stopped and took a step back and once again looked me up and down. I was aware that my nipples were still erect which I found all the more embarrassing. Meanwhile the women continued to push and pull Yolanda whilst watching Chantelle and me.

Floorshow
Once Chantelle had studied my body she again moved forward very boldly. She then knelt in front of me. I looked down and caught a glimpse of her half exposed cupped breasts. Her erect tiny pink nipples were just visible. I closed my eyes not wishing to see more. I had seen her both girls in various states of undress before, indeed our last visit I had seen them naked. But I could not cope with seeing just a young woman wearing such an adult costume.

Then I felt something toughing my exposed genitals! I quickly opened my eyes and initiatively tried to pull away. By bonds only allowed by body to move inches. I thrust by hips back and looked down. I saw Chantelle’s eyes looking wickedly up at me. Her right hand was hovering under my crutch. I managed to whisper ‘Noooo’. I don’t know if she heard but she seemed clearly set on her purpose. Why was she doing these things to me?

I looked over to the women and the pathetic figure of Yolanda. The music had changed to a loader and more rhythmic beat. The women now seemed to be taking it turns to pole-dance – using Yolanda as the pole. The poor girl stood their as each one rubbed herself up and down her juvenile body. Each dancer took it turns, holding her by the hips and occasionally moving down and grasping her buttocks. They then pulled off her mask and she glanced around the room squinting her eyes. She took a good look at me and was clearly embarrassed. Her gag was then removed with the threat to remain silent or it would be replaced. I felt so ashamed. Yolanda seeing me so exposed whilst Chantelle touched me so intimately.

My concentration was then brought back to my own predicament as Chantelle’s long thin fingers began to touch my labia. Gently she touched my exposed parts almost tickling them with her fingertips. I tried not to enjoy the soft sensation of her gentle touch. I felt my breasts start to tingle and was aware that my nipples were once again erect. I knew my body well – next I would become wet and eager for satisfaction. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on something else but my head was full of erotic imaginary. I kept on getting flashbacks of our first visit. My head was full of visions of the naked women and the girls.

I opened my eyes disgusted with myself and fixed my gaze on the ceiling. Chantelle had not stopped her gently caressing of my now wet and swollen labia. Her fingers now moved to my cleft and began stroking me their. A slight push forward and she had found my opening. My muscles relaxed and her finger guided inside me. My muscled engulfed it and she began to rhythmically move it. My juices started to flow. I was aware that my inner thighs were now damp from my excitement. Expertly another digit found my swollen clitoris and began exiting it further.

I was aware of noise and movement in the room and looked towards its source. The women had stopped dancing and were now dragging the still-bound Yolanda towards a closed curtain. They then all disappeared behind it. I tired to listen to see if Yolanda was OK. But my pleasuring was just too enjoyable for any other activity. Chantelle’s fingers expertly moved around by genitals. Fingers slipped in and out of my sex and gently flicked my engorged clit. I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy the wondrous feelings. Just how she had learnt such things was beyond me but at this moment I didn’t care.
My body started to well up in side and I knew at any moment I would have an uncontrolled and noisy orgasm. To my disappointment the wondrous sensation between my legs then stopped abruptly. I looked down to see Chantelle getting to her feet, she then walked towards the curtain and the call of her name.

Waxing
The curtain was then pulled open. I had the answer to where Yolanda was. She was laying on her back her arms bound to a couch. This couch was fitted with stirrups, like those I had seen at the Gynaecologist’s. The couch was then wheeled out and parked just a couple of yards away. Yolanda was still wearing her white dress and I noticed that her shoes had been removed and that her ankles were tied together with a black ribbon.

Yolanda was still wearing the blindfold but her gag had been removed. She was silent and had given up struggling. The Receptionist and the trainee Tattooist then untied the black ribbon. Each leg was then placed in stirrup. With her legs starched apart I got a direct view of her crotch, thankfully still covered her dainty white cotton panties. The tattooist then produced a large knife. It reminded me of ones I had seen on gangsters using in the movies. The blade must have been around eight inches long. I felt my heart start to pound. I looked at Chantelle but she did not look at all concerned. The woman then took hold of the length of discarded black ribbon, folded it in two and cut it. I gave a sign of relief!

She handed the two lengths of ribbon to her accomplices, who then tied Yolanda’s ankles to the stirrups. Strangely I remember noting how tanned her legs were. I pondered further that whilst Chantelle and I have fair skin Yolanda was fortunate in having a slightly olive skin and shinny auburn hair. A strange and rather abstract thought considering the circumstances!

Robyn then moved forward her knife still in hand. ‘Now for some fun!’ she exclaimed. With that she ran her across Yolanda’s tummy and pulled her dress up over her navel. Carefully she slipped the knife under the thin elastic waistband of the underwear, near her right hip. Gently she drew the sharp blade outward. Like a knife through butter the fabric cut, falling away from the length of the blade. The knife left via the right thigh, leaving the panties to spring away. They came to rest just covering her pubis.

She then walked a couple of paces coming to rest at the other side of the couch. Again the knife slipped up the waistband. In a quick flick the garment gave way and sprang free, disappearing under Yolanda’s crutch. I now had a perfect view of her downy covered virgina. I then noticed that Chantelle had been handed a pair of scissors. Before I could think what they might be for she moved towards her friend. Carefully she started to cut of the wispy brown hairs that barely covered her pinkness.

In a few snips and some faint murmuring from Yolanda the small bush had almost been completely removed. I could now clearly see her young sex. I tired not to look but found myself strangely interested. I started noting how different it was to my own. With her task completed Chantelle placed the scissors on the nearby tray. I then heard the familiar sound of a microwave coming to the end of its cycle. Robyn walked out of my view and returned with a white plastic dish. I wondered what might be it. Perhaps these perverts were into food play and they were going to cover us in some warm food?
How wrong I was! Once I had a better view I recognised immediately what was in the tray. It was hot wax! But who was to be waxed? I did not have to wait too long to have my question answered. The tray way placed on a small table nearby and Jacque the Trainee sat herself on a suitable low stall. She then wheeled her stall between Yolanda’s open legs. The table was then wheeled into place. She reached forward and took the brush and with confidence dipped it in the molten wax. She brushed off the excess and then slowly guided the brush towards its target.

The first hot stroke was placed in a line between Yolanda’s navel and her pubis. She writhed and gave out a faint scream. I remembered having my first leg wax. I thought I would be scolded and scared for life! But I knew that once the wax touched the skin it cooled and that no damage would be caused. Poor Yolanda had obviously not been informed of this important fact. With every application she begged for it to stop. The trainee had now covered every inch of flesh in her pubic area, apart from her most sensitive pink lips.

I had noticed that the lips had become engorged whilst the waxing was taking place. The warm sensation around her genitals had obviously caused some unwelcomed arousal. I was sympathetic. My nipples seem to have a mind of their own, as do my juices. The more I try not to focus on sex the worse it is! The woman’s hand moved forward, the brush dripping with its white fluid. She placed the bristles on the skin just above the hood of her labia. Then she drew down. The fine bristles moved, the hot wax was driven between the dainty folds of flesh, the girl gasp with a strange noise of pain and pleasure.

All went still for a few moments. Then Robyn moved forward. She reached forth and found an edge of the set wax just below the navel. She began easing the wax from the flesh. I knew this to be strange sensation and not at all painful if no hair is present. Soon she had loosened around most the circumference. Then she took a firm grasp of the wax. She seemed to wait a moment as though to build up the tension. The others looked on eagerly. Chantelle was staining her long neck to get a better view. They seemed keen that I could see everything. At all times no one got in my field of vision. It was as though they were putting on a floorshow for me.

Then a terrible squeal came forth from Yolanda. It reminded me of when she had trapped her finger in the jam of the door a few years ago. That sadistic bitch Robyn had torn the wax from her virginal flesh. I could see it in her had. She held it up like a trophy! She made a point of making sure I could see the mould of the young girl’s sex complete with her pubic hair, so cruelly ripped from her tender folds.

Chantelle then moved towards her friend. She had in her hand a tub of something. I tried not to look at Robyn who was laughing and still holing the wax. The top was removed and I could see it was body cream. Yolanda dug in her long fingers and took out a generous amount. She then placed the cold cream on Yolanda’s stinging gentiles. I could almost feel the coolness and the relief. Chantelle then began to spread out the cream making sure every bit of the reddened and bald flesh was covered. I then observed Chantelle seemed to be enjoying her task a little too much! Within in moments one of her fingers had found its way between Yolanda’s labia and was rubbing purposely up and down stimulating her clitoris it the process.

To Be Continued..