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The Tattoo Shop [NF/FM]

Amy looked at the needle her former fear returning and she quickly balled up, holding tightly to her arms with her hands. "You can't, no!" She was hardly coherent blurting out various sounds and words before she managed to say that much. She couldn't trust Kar anymore to not kill her even if she obeyed, not if Kar was willing to do this to her. She was shaking and clinging to herself desperately, her eyes closed tightly as if not seeing the needle could make it go away... She had worked at a shelter in the past, only once, and had seen recovering junkies, none of them were normal even if they had been clean for a long time, and she knew that if she was injected it would ruin her.
 
She went to Amy's curled up body, and grabbed the bottom of her sweater, in an attempt to pull it over her head. She was strong ‒ the buttons unclasped as she ripped it up over her soft belly, and eventually to where it was completely off of her.

Then she rolled Amy over, and placed a knee on her torso. She grabbed Amy's left arm, and held it up as she took the covering off the needle with her teeth. In a swift motion, she stuck the needle into the vein in her arm, and pushed down on the plundger, injecting Amy with the opiate.
 
She didn't make it easy on Kar, she thrashed madly and to the point of hurting herself as she tried to rip her arm free but Kar was much stronger. When the injection happened she stopped... She shook and heaved as if she was about to throw up but nothing came out. With her right hand she grabbed her arm where the injection happened as if trying to keep her circulation from happening and the injection from spreading. The whole time Amy was shaking and gasping for air.

Slowly over time her mouth started to hang open and her right hand was loosing its grip on her arm. She looked at Kar with dilated pupils, scared and with an expression of "how could you". The world was numb now, all the pain had gone but with it her feeling of being real. She began breathing faster for a time and couldn't move, it was frightening but the whole time she felt dizzy and relaxed. Through all the haze she managed to sort of collapse onto Kar, holding on to her for dear life as if Kar was a life preserve and Amy was drowning. She hated Kar, but in the dim and numb world the heat of another human, as faint as it was, was life saving. On the outside Amy looked as if she had lost her mind, clicking to Kar, mouth hanging open, eyes nearly rolling in the back of her head, and between her legs a moist spot could even be seen on the crotch of her panties.
 
She watched as Amy started to succumb to the effects of the drug. She knew she was completely out of her mind when she began to cling to her.

She grabbed her arms, and dragged her out of the basement, up the stairs, and to the tattoo chair she had been sitting on. She adjusted it to lay flat, and then she layed Amy down on it, struggling a bit, since she could not easily lift a person, despite how strong she was. She had straps in the basement, but she figured she didn't have to go back and get them now that she was in her current state.

"You ready to get your tattoo, Amy? ," She asked, testing to see how she'd react now that she was under the influence of something.
 
All Amy knew was that she was moving, her eyes kept darting from place to place and everything seemed a blur. She didn't know if she was going up, or down, or just side to side, but she clung to Kar nontheless and even refused to let go once seated in the chair but her grip was very weak now. It was strange, she didn't want to move now that she was alone and whatever it was that she was on felt cold and draining. Looking up at the cieling blankly she tried to steady herself but the world refused to stop spinning.

"Uh, nuh, guh... nuh" was all she managed to say when Kar asked her a question. She didn't know what was asked of her but she knew she was supposed to oppose it. She knew she had to get away but her body felt so heavy and each time she was ready to pull herself up she forgot what it was that she was doing or why she was running, which reminded her that she had to escape and the cycle started all over again. In the end all she managed to do was run her hands up and down her body as if looking for something and once again mumble out "no...nuh... uh... no, thing." in a tone that conveyed apathy and confusion.
 
She smiled evilly. "Don't move," She said, not entirely sure Amy could even understand what she was saying.

She put on her gloves, and grabbed the tattoo gun. And with one hand placed on Amy's torso to steady her, she began to work, slowly putting a big tattoo across her midriff, that was nothing more than the word "SLUT" in big black letters. Kar knew it would ruin her, even though Amy was too high to realize it then, probably. That is ‒ if she ever decided to let her go, which she was starting to reconsider, especially when she saw the wetness in her panties.
 
Amy continued to move until Kar put a hand on her, she grew still when that happened. The pleasant heat from Kar's hand was enough to keep her in a strange state of bliss and Amy even poked at Kar's hand with her fingers not knowing what it was at first. The feeling of the tattoo gun digging into her skin didn't register aside from a faint pressure that made no sense to her. She didn't see what was happening either as she stared at up while the roof of the room slowly spun and warmth spread to her from Kar's hand. What was happening, she wondered but got distracted too fast to every truly notice, she hated this feeling but it was so wonderful.
 
Kar was glad that she could get the tattoo on her without much resistance. It took a while, but eventually the once preppy Amy now had the word "SLUT" printed in big letters across her belly. She examined her work, and then decided to do a bit more. She smiled evilly as she pulled Amy's panties down, and tattooed a simple heart on her mons, followed by a simple "propery of Kar," in small letters, on her thigh.

She figured Amy was still under the influence, so she took her off the table, and dragged her down to the basement by her arms. She set her down in the corner, and stood, looking at her naked, now tattooed body.
 
Amy was completely out of it by the time she was brought back down to the basement, not even able to stay awake for more than a brief period before passing out again. Naked her body slumped against the walls of the corner and it exposed just how visible the tattoos would always be. Her eyes had a slight blueing to them, or the region around them did and she was covered in a slight glisten from her sweat. Every now and then a faint whimper would escape her but the drugs had completely taken her over and she was in a coma until they wore off, helpless and dreaming. It probably would be morning before she finally woke up again and felt normal, or as normal as she could before a crash started, if she avoided any further use she could avoid addiction.
 
Kar shook her lightly, and noticed she was out.

She decided she would leave her there for the night. She was getting a bit tired, herself ‒ but first, she would use the key to the loft that she had ‒ as she was the one who owned it ‒ and rummage through it a bit, to see if she could find anything useful. After doing so, she fell asleep in the shop, after making sure the basement door was locked.

The next morning, she went down to the basement. She rummaged through some of the things she had, and found a little stripper-like outfit ‒ a pleated pink skirt that would have barely gone down to mid-thigh, a pink g-string, and a thin pink tank top. She grabbed it, holding it in hand, and stood over her.

She lightly nudged Amy with her then-bare foot. "Wake up," She said.
 
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