Unknown - Tattoo dreams

Kelli had degenerated into the role of abject sex slave, still looking for the perfect woman in her life.

She would never find her. She would only find a cruel sadistic woman, who would fulfill every depraved need she craved.

"You are a very beautiful girl, Laura," Barbara said as she softly stroked her young lover's arm.

Laura blushed again. "No, no, you're the one who is beautiful," she stammered.

Barbara laughed. "Tell me, what did you think of the way we left Kelli, honestly."

"Well, it served her right," Laura replied.

"I take it you didn't like that?" Barbara whispered, her breath now close to Laura's ear…

"I… I guess I didn't like her way of doing business, or the way she was treating you Barbara darling."

"You know what you like, I am sure. That is why I am so happy we're together." Barbara refilled Laura's wine glass.

As Laura watched Barbara walk to the kitchen for more wine, she looked at her longingly, again, as if for the very first time.

She was so tender with her.

So loving.

So incredibly sexy for an older woman.

Barbara Rush had such a beautiful and graceful walk, like a princess. Her long island skirt blew softly around the outline of her legs with each step she took and an occasional glimpse of white thigh protruded through the slit, fueling an immediate hot flash in Laura's stomach.

And the silken sheer blouse clung to those nipples which now were rock hard underneath the softly moving fabric.

Returning with two filled wine glasses, Barbara sat down again next to her young lover and spoke the words she never thought she would.

"Laura, darling, let's get married. I know a minister who will marry lesbian couples, and I want to prove to you that I will stay with you forever. I even want my name to be the same as yours. Barbara Conway. It has such a nice sound to it. Barbara Conway," she said as she enveloped the pretty girl in her arms, and kissed her deeply.

"Your pussy hair is too thick," the voice matter-of-factly said.

Kelli could feel fingers pulling through her cunt hairs, grabbing them, twisting them.

"A little singe or two should take care of that!"

The heat of the poker approached her pussy and Kelli again tried to scream. She was almost screamed out.

Ssssssssssss…

"Agggggghhhhh!!!!"

Ssssssssssss…

The poker's heat seared her cunt lip as it burned away her pubic hair.

"I'll bet you'd also like me to tattoo the insides of your cunt lips wouldn't you," the voice took on a sadistic tone.

Ssssssssssss…

"Nnnnnnnoooooooo!!"

Ssssssssssss…

Kelli's voice trailed off, her fear choking in her throat.

She bucked arid strained against the tight leather holding her immobile, terrified of the blazing hot poker that her tormentor wanted to sear inside of her pussy. How could anyone be so cruel?

She had come here only to be tattooed.

A nice, feminine tattoo.

A pale, pink rose on her left buttock.

Or was it right buttock?

She started to play games in her own mind.

Question and answer.

Answer the question.

Left.

Right.

She was terrified and did not want to think of what might happen to her next.

"No, I think I'll wait until the next visit," the voice said.

"I haven't finished with this yet…"

Ssssssssssss…

"Aaagghhhhhhh!!!!!!"

Ssssssssssss…

A fresh brand was placed under the crease of her left buttock.

Ssssssssssss…

Plleeeeeasse!!! Noooooo!!!"

Ssssssssssss…

She screamed into the darkness.

"Oh yes my little pet, you need much more marking."

Ssssssssssss…

The crease under her right buttock now felt the searing white hot poker.

"Arghhhhhhh!!!!"

Ssssssssssss…

Kelli started to choke on her own spital as the pain was unbearable.

Sssssssssssss…

"Aaaannnngghhhhggg!!!"

Sssssssssssss…

Her words and screams were unintelligible.

The branding continued.

"My you look so lovely," the quiet voice whispered into her ear as the poker burned her flesh over and over.

Sssssssssssss…

Kelli looked like a martyr of biblical times, her flesh burned and tormented for the sins of her soul.

The pain passed through the threshold where pain and pleasure mixed. She now welcomed the searing heat. Welcomed its cleansing fire. It washed away all the sins of her past.

Her pussy throbbed as her backside burned.

Her clit distended.

Another marking place.

"Ah, this should be properly tattooed also!"

Ssssssssssssss…

"Noooooooooooo… mm!!"

Ssssssssssssss…

Kelli's screams faded as her throat turned dry.

"I've had about all of the screaming I can take from you," the voice huskily said.

"Perhaps you'd like me to cauterize this??!!"

The poker came with in inches of Kelli's lips and the intense heat startled her as she tried to move her head away.

She couldn't.

She immediately conjured up what her face would look like if she were disfigured there by the terrible tattooing of a white hot branding poker.

"N… no… I… n… noooo…noooooooo!!"

Her voice returned to its terrified pitch as her body convulsed in absolute terror.

She would never kiss again.

She would never lick pussy again.

She would never want to be licked or kissed by anyone again if she was burned there.

She would never be desirable again.

Her agony continued, as the poker was withdrawn as fast as it was put there.

Kelli's pussy was dripping wet now.

She didn't know why.

Somehow, the terrible agony she was undergoing touched off the deepest submissive streak in her soul. The terrible ordeal was exciting her.

"Ah, I see your pussy is wet. You slut."

The voice was talking matter-of-factly now.

"Well, what if I seal it closed right now."

She could feel the heat between the tops of the curves of her inner thighs, and again tried to recoil from the terrible instrument.

Sssssst…

Sssssst…

"Arawwwwghawwwwww!!!!!" her scream tore out again as the iron touched the insides of her thighs in two quick short strokes.

Her thighs twitched involuntarily as they tried to relieve the horrible pain.

Kelli orgasmed at the same time.

"Unnnnhhhhhhhhhh! Oh God!!!"

Sssssssssssssss…

Sssssssssssssss…

The poker touched her again, an inch below the first two marks.

"Aaaawwwwwwwww… nnnoooooooo!!!!"

Her perspiring body jerked and heaved.

The passion and the pain mingled.

Kelli was transported into a rapturous state she never new existed.

Her pussy flowed like an untamed river as drop after drop of cunt cream pooled on the floor between her legs. She was cumming without any stimulus to her most sensitive parts.

She was cumming from the pain and pleasure of her punishing tattoo.

Cumming hard.

Bucking.

Heaving.

Bucking and jerking.

She started to whimper as she grew hotter and hotter. Suddenly, her tormentor's hand was on her clitoris, now distended longer than it had ever been.

Her feet pressed harder into the floor to strain her aching pussy towards the hands that were now softly stroking and exciting her pussy even more.

"You are nothing but a naughty, naughty little girl, Kelli. Shame on you for wanting to tattoo this lovely body," the hands continued working their magic.

CRACK!!

The first blow caught her just below the crease of her buttocks, where the charred thin lines still throbbed.

Kelli cried out again and pulled hard against her bondage trying to free herself from the agonizing pain.

It didn't work.

SPANK!! SPANK!! CRACK!! SWAT!!!!

Soon, fresh tears were running down her pretty face as her tormentor started to give her a paddling over her fresh branded tattoo.