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The Tattoo Shop [NF/FM]

C

Cryptogoth[FM]

Banned
Banished
Joined
Oct 31, 2009
Kar sat in the main room of her small shop, where she lived. Specifically, she sat in the chair where people usually sat when they were getting a tattoo or a piercing ‒ as it was Kar's Ink & Metal, a tattoo and piercing shop. It was like one of those chairs they had in clinics, that could be changed to a sitting-up or laying down position. It, in that small, warmly colored and dimly lit room, was where she ate, slept, and did business.

The whole shop, including her private areas like the kitchen and bathroom, were poorly maintained, but it wasn't a bad part of town. Aside from the rowdy college kids ‒ as it was a college town ‒ there wasn't that much crime at all. There were no bars on the windows, or anything ‒ the windows were simply covered by shades, so she could get some privacy, as the shop was closed.

Behind her were two sets of staircases. One led down to the basement, and another led up to the loft that she rented out to a local college girl, almost for free. She rented it out almost for free because she didn't really need that much money, and she figured it would eventually pay for itself ‒ she was cute, and Kar knew she'd bring over more cute college girls.

Like the one who came over two days prior, with a little skirt that practically begged for Kar's hand. She was thinking about it as she sat in the chair, eating a bowl of cereal as her dinner. She was disappointed ‒ she never saw that girl again after she got a handfull of pert coed ass, as well as a firm smack to the face. She decided it was alright ‒ she figured she could at least get to see her cute tenant coming through any moment, as she had a key to the shop and could come in any time she wanted.

Though, she probably couldn't hear her come in. She put a punk CD into the nearby stereo, and turned the volume way up. And to make things worse, her eyes were closed.
 
Amy had finally gotten home, or the rather unpleasant place she called home these days after moving out to attend school. It wasn't that the housing was truly that bad, but from the perspective of a girl who lived in the suburbs her whole life it seemed like squaller.

Although she had her complaints about the space she was willing to let them go, always the overachiever she told her parents she's pay for her own schooling on scholarships and the small savings she had so the cheap space was a godsend. More so, Amy was even willing to put up with the loud and rather obnoxious music that always seemed to play, and turn a blind eye to the rather despicable costumers the shop bellow her room received. It was almost unfathomable to her how people could mutilate their bodies in such a way but it wasn't her place to judge them openly so she kept quiet.

However, things had finally gone too far and she had to say something about it to her landlord. As she opened the door and walked to the backroom she saw her roommate sitting there with eyes closed and the music on. "Kat we have to..." She paused after mispronouncing the other woman's name as she was often prone to do. Walking over to the stereo she turned it off and faced Kar. "We have to talk." she continued standing in front of Kar in a pose that conveyed some displeasure. Now if her friend from before could be describe as scantly dressed then Amy was practically a nun. She wore a thin grey cardigan sweater over a t-shirt and a skirt that just hit her knees, and her shoes while being somewhat formal showed only the slightest heels. Her hair likewise was in a similar bland fashion, a light brown reaching shoulder length, covering slightly the ends of a pair of glasses.

"My new friend, my only friend out here just said she never wants to see me again. She said you attacked her and when I said it probably wasn't like that, that it was a misunderstanding she stormed off! I don't care what happened, she'll never speak to me again but you can't attack my friends, it's hard enough for me putting up with you all the time and with all of your things, and I need to make friends here after leaving everyone I know back home!" Amy said almost scolding the sitting Kar, who for the time being was at least a little shorter than the standing Amy and thus offering some dominance in appearance to support the serious tone of voice she had taken.
 
Her eyes jolted open as the music was turned off. She saw Amy, the cute girl she rented a room from who unfortunately ‒ unfortunately being in Kar's opinion ‒ never showed any skin. She looked angry, which was exactly how Kar felt then. Though she kept it in for then, choosing to go with more of a cool demeanor.

She leaned back in her chair, looking up at her. "I didn't attack anyone," She said, with a sly smile, "All I did was grab her ass." She spoke as if grabbing someone's ass wasn't anything bad ‒ she was like a guy when it came to women. "If your friend ‒ oh, former friend ‒ is so concerned about people squeezing her cute little rump, maybe she shouldn't wave it around out in the open like she does."

She set the cereal bowl down on the table that was next to the chair. She burped slightly, and then wiped her dull pink lips, which never had makeup on them. "Now could you please turn my music back on and leave me alone? ," She said, and smiled again.
 
Kar's behavior left Amy dumbfound for a moment and she stared at Kar as if the other woman had two heads. "You just grab her... Kat! I can't believe you. You can't just grab people, I don't care how my friend dressed or how you believe she dressed, she's a person and has rights you can't touch her without her premission!"

Amy's cheeks were getting red at this point, it wasn't like her to be so mad and acting like an upset mother to a woman older than her was a rather strange feeling. The blush really showed on her pale skin too. "What if some guy just grabbed you on the ass? I mean you look like some kind of freak most of the time, would it be ok if I judged you on that?"

It was very clear by now that Amy wasn't going to leave Kar alone and had no intentions of turning on the music again until she recieved some form of apology and repentance. She simply stood there, arms crossed, tapping one foot as if waiting for Kar to realize the error of her ways.
 
She didn't respond to anything else. Amy calling her a freak really pissed her off. Kar was a very hot-headed person ‒ insults were enough to make her knock a guy's teeth out, or do worse in the case of a pretty young woman. Her body language pissed her off too ‒ to her it was as if Amy was acting like she was a child.

She stood up, and looked down at Amy with her grey eyes. She was much taller than her. She was wearing a ribbed cotton a-shirt then, which showed off her somewhat toned arms, one of which had a tattoo depicting what looked like a stylized AK-47. "The fuck did you just call me, little bitch? ," She said, in an imposing manner.
 
Amy swallowed hard with the now standing Kar in front of her. No longer were her eyes narrowed and her arms crossed, but rather they dropped to her sides as her eyes grew large. She wasn't the scolding adult anymore, she was the child now, but even so never before had Amy been around someone like Kar and she had no idea what another person was capable of when angry.

"Now don't get mad, I just said I could judge you like a freak by the way you look if I wanted to and I wouldnt and that's why you shouldn't say you can grab someone just because of how they're dressed, it's not fair." Amy's voice had a higher pitch now, it was more uncertain instead of angry, and she spoke at a quick rate. Slowly she started moving back and away from the towering woman in front of her feeling the other's gaze cutting into her.
 
"Well, I dress like a freak because I want people to think that," She said, "And if I wanted people to grab my ass and whack off thinking of me, I'd wear a thong and a skirt that barely reached mid-thigh. If dumb sluts like your friend don't want to be grabbed, then they shouldn't dress like sluts."

And that was the difference between them. Kar was a different kind of feminist ‒ she was the kind that wasn't really into femininity, who sounded a lot like a misogynistic man at times. She normally kept it to herself, but she knew that would probably piss off Amy, and that's what she wanted.
 
It was hard to keep Amy from staying in a fight, she was much more likely to back out due to her timid nature, but Kar had struck a cord with her. "My friend isn't a dumb slut! She's a perfectly respectable woman and she has the right to dress openly if she wants to, you on the other hand have no right to touch her! Just because you and your failure costumers don't understand manners at all and think it's fine to live like animals doesn't mean the rest of us have to be subjected to your piggish behavior! You're lucky that my friend was nice enough not to press charges against you!" Her voice had lost any notion of her adulthood, she was once full that teenage girl yelling in frustration at someone who embodied the misogynistic male in her mind, forgetting for a moment how truly imposing Kar was.

"I can't believe I stood up for you and lost my only friend out here! You're a failure and a pig!" She finally blurted out and just as quickly as she said it her hand bolted to her mouth and the shock of her words set in. She didn't mean it, but all of the negative emotions that were bottled up escaped in that instant and she came back to herself, realizing that Kar wasn't some jock who treated her poorly in high school. "I'm... so sorry." She said in hushed tones.
 
Kar didn't even care that she apologized. When Amy called her a failure and a pig, she became incredibly angry. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth ‒ she was the type of person who met disrespect with violence. She had, in her twenty-seven years, taught many men and women not to mess with her ‒ especially women, who she did more than just hit. Which was why she sort of loved it when eighteen year old girls would come in and bitch at her a week after getting drunk and paying for a tattoo of their boyfriend's name on their ass.

"Nobody fucking talks to me like that," She said, staring down at her, and immediately pushed her down on the tile floor. Then she got down on her knees, holding her hand on the smaller woman's shoulder, standing over her, and punched her in the side of her face, with her left fist.

She was going to teach her a lesson ‒ a very special one, she thought, given how cute she was.
 
Amy didn't know what was even happening to her, one moment she was on her feet and the next she hit the floor with a thud. Before she could even come to her sense and rise above a sitting position Kar was already ontop of her. Worse she didn't even get the chance to resist the larger woman as her mind was still in a startled confusion and she took the punch head on, and down she went again the world spinning as pain spread through her face and head.

As she landed on the cold floor again her senses started coming back to her, but that came at the price of a horrible pain on the side where she was hit. With watery eyes and no better sense she managed to choke out with a stuttering voice "Get off me! I'm calling the police!" Amy didn't know then but she'd grow to mourn saying those words outloud, she expected Kar to be threatened to back off at that as most people from her town would as they all feared the law and had too much to lose. She didn't even assume Kar wasn't finished, she thought it was only a quick lash out that ended there and she went to get up as if Kar wasn't even there at the moment.
 
Threatening to call the police pissed her off even more. She hated cops, like any other shady individual like her would. "You're not calling anybody, cunt," She said, and punched her again. Then she grabbed her shoulders, and shook her in such a way that the back of her head smack hard against the tile floor.

Then, she placed her hands around Amy's neck. She continued to smack her head against the floor. She wasn't trying to kill her ‒ though that prospect didn't bother her ‒ but making her afraid and cry her eyes out wasn't bad. "You're gonna die tonight, little bitch," She said, as she tightened her hands around Amy's neck.
 
She screamed at the top of her lungs for help, but each scream was cut short as her body hit the floor. Everything hurt and the world was spinning, she cried and went silent at times, while trying to scream at other times. Even though she tried to fight back her flailing and clumsy scratching did very little.

Half conscious she felt Kar's hands around her throat and she tried to pull them away but her strength was no match for Kar. With a reddening face she gasped for air and with her glasses long gone in the course of the attack Kar could see her eyes looking up at her pleedingly as tears ran down her face and her arms fell to the sides. The world went black and Amy truly believed she was going to be killed, and with that she passed out, the look of horror still clear on her discolored and tear stricken face.
 
She took her hands off when Amy appeared to pass out. She grinned ‒ her mind immediately went to dirty places.

She stood up, and dragged Amy's unconscious body down to the basement. It was small, and she used it for storage ‒ for things other than shop-related items, like the drugs she sold ‒ or for her own private entertainment. She moved her to one empty corner of the room, and sat her up against the concrete wall. Then she knelt down, and smacked her a few times to hopefully wake her up.

She thought about how to punish her. But first, she thought, she would get a good look at that sweet body she was always hiding. She stood up, and looked down at her with her arms crossed, waiting for her to awaken.
 
Amy began to wake up, slowly. She had no idea what had happened to her, it all seemed very distant and dream like, had it really happened? She let out a groan as her eyes began to open and the pain started to return. It wasn't a dream, it was real and she thought she had died at first until the pain started... The room was blurry and bright as her eyes adjusted, she thought she was in a hospital and that someone had saved her, not knowing how much time had passed.

Yet when her eyesight finally started to unblur, as much as it could without her glasses and she realized who was standing in front of her she tried to scream out but all that came out was a choked whimper, her voice had been blown out in the screaming above or at least when Kar had choked her. She was terrified seeing Kar standing above her and imidiately the tears returned to her eyes, her lips quivered and she tried to ball up, the pain in her body a reminder of what Kar had done to her moments ago. All that could be heard from her was a faint "no... no... no..." as she rubbed her face against her knees smearing tears against her black tights that had started to rip in several places.
 
She looked down at her, as she began to wake up. She had visibly calmed down a little bit, but of course she was still burning with anger towards the girl. "Stop crying," She said, angrily, "Stand the fuck up."

She reached into her pocket, and took out a knife that she often carried with her, for some extra emphasis. Though, Kar wasn't sure Amy would be able to see her knife, without her glasses on. She hoped it would sufficiently scare her ‒ maybe even make her think she was still going to die.
 
Amy didn't obey the order, she just sat there shaking and scared, but when the knife was pulled out, as blurry as it was to Amy it was still a knife, she slowly stood up. It was clear the attack had left its mark as Amy could hardly stand and her body shook as she pressed against the wall like a scared animal. She didn't know if she would live through the night but now she had to comply or risk another attack, something that terrified her more than anything. "Please... please don't kill me" she said in her faint voice a tear running down her cheek with the last few words.
 
She lightly tapped the blade against her cardigan. "Take it off," She said, referring more generally to everything that covered her torso. "I want to see what you're always hiding from me."

She took the knife away from Amy's body, and took a step back. "Take the rest off, too," She ordered, in a very non-chalant tone.

She knew Amy would be hot under the drab clothes she always wore. In fact, she kind of liked the innocent nerdy look, but certainly not as much as the slutty stripper look. What killed it for her was how preppy she always seemed ‒ she figured she wouldn't even have any tattoos. And she thought ‒ maybe that would be a good way of punishing her.
 
Amy looked at Kar wide eyed and confused. She couldn't believe what she was hearing... "No..." She said in as much of a defiant tone as she could manage but Kar just stared at her with knife in hand. "no..." she said again with much quieter and softer voice, her hands began to tremble and she kneeded them slowly still using the wall as protection "please don't make me..." But no matter how much she begged or how pathetic she looked Kar stood there and stared at her.

Slowly Amy's hands reached up and began to unbotton the sweater, she looked at Kar one more time, hoping for sympathy but none came. The sweater was the first to go and then her shirt, revealing a white bra that held back a pair of breasts that seemed large for Amy's 5 foot build. With quivering lip she finally reached down and let her skirt fall to her ankles, then pulled down her black tights. Her panties were plain bikini style and they too were white buy unlike the bra they had small pink hearts on them. Amy's skin was pale under the clothing and her body was lean but soft, the slightest amount of baby fat could be seen around her waist showing she was in good shape but her curves had formed justly. With one more look at Kar she knew she hand no choice and dropped the bra first, her breasts perk for their size. Finally the panties dropped to her ankles and quite surprisingly her mound was shaved bare like the rest of her body. She may have not been sexual active but she was obsessive about hygien and control so it was only reasonable.

Amy covered her breasts with one arm and her front with her other hand. She stood shaking cold in front of Kar, completely humiliated. Much as Kar guessed Amy's smooth milky skin was unblemished by tattoo or anything else.
 
Kar smiled evilly when she finally caved to her demand. She felt a feeling of excitement as she stripped her clothing off, revealing her delicious pale body. It had been so long since Kar had actually gotten a girl's clothes off, so it was enjoyable to watch ‒ and it would be even more enjoyable to touch.

With the knife still in her right hand, she reached her free hand out, and lightly squeezed each of her breasts, which were quite large in terms of proportion. She moved her hand down, from her chest down to her stomach, and then reached her head over, to look down her back and at her ass.

"Damn," She said, continuing to examine Amy's body, "You look fine ‒ but you know what would make you look even more fine?" She looked her in the eye. "A tattoo." She ran her hand along the width of her belly, and said, "Maybe something right here ‒ in big letters, 'slut'." She was testing, to see if that would sufficiently piss her off.
 
Amy fought the groping hand to little success, she couldn't stay covered up and resist the much quicker motions of Kar. Even if she decided to expose herself Kar was still far stronger and would overpower her so Amy had no choice but to submit to this violation and it mad her feel dirty it made her feel disgusting.

Her ass was firm in Kar's hand and offered a decent amount to squeeze. When she heard Kar's words her expression dropped. "Please no! Please, just let me go! I won't tell anyone I'll leave and never come back please just don't do this!" She was begging Kar, she even dropped to her knees. "I can't please! I'll do anything just don't mutilate me like that!" The idea of being tattooed with such a humiliating thing made Amy scared to her very core and she begged on her knees with hands grasping at Kar.
 
The word she used, mutilate, confirmed, to Kar, her suspicions that she was a preppy bitch. "Mutilate? ," She said, "I don't fucking mutilate people." It also pissed her off ‒ she saw it as another insult to her. But as she got on her knees and pleaded, she decided she could have some use for her. She could never let her go anyways ‒ she'd tell someone, and she'd get arrested. She couldn't let that happen.

"You're getting a tattoo, Amy," She said, and grabbed her arms, in an attempt to pull her towards the stairs. If she resisted too much, she knew the perfect way to get her to be a bit more compliant.
 
Amy feared death but she didn't know whether Kar would kill her if she obeyed anyway. She fell limp on the ground, even trying to get some resistance with her legs like a stubborn child. "No, I won't! I can't!" Her voice was still soft, her throat hadn't recovered but the sound of her words denoted a loud punctuation. "My parents will disown me! No one will respect me!" She added, and in her mind Kar was killing her reputation and image by trying to tattoo her. It was a horrible feeling for Amy, it made her feel sick and he was sweating lightly, at any point Kar can kill her but if she followed Kar she'd be dying slowly forever branded in a humiliating manner, forced to endure the scorn of anyone who would see the mark if Kar did let her go.
 
Kar tossed Amy aside, causing her naked body to land sideways on the cold concrete floor. She then turned around and went up the stairs, to get some of the stuff she had left over earlier from a deal that morning.

She heated it up and put it in a syringe. She stuffed it in her pocket, and went back down the stairs. Within some time of being injected with it, Amy would have become much more plyable. That is, if she didn't have to wrestle with her once she got back down to the basement.
 
Amy stayed on the floor only moving enough to pull up her panties and slide her sweater on. It was all she could really do, the struggles had left her drained and she didn't think she could stand on her own feet after having her head hit against the floor so much. All she knew was that she had to escape, somehow, but even if she managed to crawl up the stairs Kar would be there. She had no choice but to lay there, letting the cold floor numb some of her aching body, in hopes that maybe Kar would forget about her and she could regain enough strength to make her way out of all of this. With nothing left for her she began to sob, unsure of what would happen to her and whether she'd live through the night. Never before had she faced such hardship and now it was overwhelming, it felt as if she had no control anymore, as if her humanity was being taken from her and it made her realize just how sheltered her life had been in the past. In her hands she gripped a small locket praying, she wasn't religious but there wasn't much left to her besides crying and appealing to any one or anything that may listen, no matter how small the chances were.
 
She saw that she had put some of her clothes back on. She was a bit annoyed ‒ she needed good access to Amy's arm.

She took the syringe out of her pocket, and waved it in front of her. "You think your parents are gonna disown you when they find out you have a tattoo? ," She said, "Just wait until they find out you're a junkie!" She laughed. "Take the fucking sweater off."
 
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