Ink Me

Casting the Dye

disclaimer: i hold no rights to naruto and make no profit

Also i feel its prudent to warn people that not ALL of you are going to find this fic appropriate so if you are stressed by sexual situations (not necessarily penetration you preverts) then i suggest you turn back now. This piece is intended to be a very dark SENSUAL fic and there is more then a little bit of fooling around...thus the M rating. But come on people...you know you didnt press on that M Rating search button because you wanted WAFF or FLUFF so lets not kid ourselves

anyways! Hentai ahead! If you no Like you no READ!

Also if you want to review and tell me what a perv/hentai i am and/or how sick i am/was/whatever Im already quite aware of that fact hanks. Just thought id save you some trouble
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Chapter Two
Casting the Dye


By midmorning Sakura stood outside Sai's apartment breathing deeply before she dared to knock on the door. Earlier she had gone to the lake to do some laps, hoping that exercise would calm her and keep her cool, if only for a little while. Now her bikini was soaked through, leaving the t-shirt and shorts she wore uncomfortably clammy. She took one last breath, tapped lightly on the door. On hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, she almost ran the other way.


But it was already too late; the door had been thrown open to reveal the boy on the other side. He stood with his face leaning against the door jam, looking at her with dark eyes that seemed to absorb the light in the dim hallway. He gestured for her to come in, moving away from the door as he did.


After taking off her shoes, Sakura moved into the small apartment looking around. Large venetian blinds covered a bank of windows and the walls were filled with various paintings and sketches, most of which seemed to be his work. Every once in a while, an original painting could be seen that obviously didn't fit with his general style. She could only assume that it wasn't his work...it was very hard to tell which was his and which was professional. Which, for what she was about to do, was a pleasant revelation.


“We will be in the bedroom. It has the best natural light and all my equipment is in there.” Interpretation: 'I just didn't feel like moving it.'


“Ok.” She felt a bit weirded out, knowing she was to be spending so much time in his room, but that was fine.


She walked into what could barely be termed a bedroom. It had a bed but every other surface was littered with art paraphernalia, jammed wherever, around a large drawing board and a desk covered in multiple high-powered lamps and magnifiers. The far wall held another large bank of windows with the blinds drawn up, letting in sunlight along with a view of a park and side of a building, but nothing else worth a second look. The room did get the best light of the day though and that was more then enough it would seem...probably the only reason he had picked this apartment in the first place.


“Stand in the middle of the floor and take your clothes off.” He brusquely ordered her.


“Why? What does taking all my clothes off have to do with anything?!” she demanded, forgetting her trepidation from earlier.


“You promised that if we did this we would do it my way... no questions asked, remember? That was question. Technically, I could stop this right here. So, either leave or take your clothes off”
'Oh yeah, I did say that, didn't I?' She began by taking her wet t-shirt off, feeling it pull at her hair as the water-soaked top stuck at first and then came the rest of the way off. She threw it into a corner with a minor damp plop. She unbuttoned and pulled down her cut-offs, secretly glad to be rid of them. They had started to chafe against the inside of her thighs and along her waist, she was afraid they might have rubbed red marks into her skin. Sakura rubbed her arms to ease some of the clamminess out of her skin, goosebumps had raised all over her body, almost hoping he would ask her to remove the last little bits of black spandex that covered.


“The top too.” was his silent demand but at least he didn't order her to take of the bottoms.


“If I may ask, why do I have to take it all off?” she stuttered as her arms reached back behind her neck to grab the strings holding the top in place.


“I want to get a feel for what I am working with. You never start a painting by just looking at half the canvas now, do you?” he lazily drawled as he watched her take off one more bit of modesty.


She hugged her arms across her chest but was soon ordered to drop them down while he walked around her, looking at every inch of her body. Sakura gasped in shock when she felt his fingers grab the top of her bikini bottom and draw it down even further to reveal the top moons of her ass. She was grateful when he didn't linger there but instead, lifted her arms up placing her just so in the sunlight, playing with her hair; first pushing it up then letting it hang down to mid shoulder, finally draping it over her breasts where the ends just touched her nipples causing them to pucker and tighten.


She didn't see how this was necessary but he had a wild gleam in his eyes that had nothing to do with lust and everything to do about passion. She had seen lust and this wasn't it, not even close. His hands didn't linger anywhere on her body, only positioning her to get the most of every curve and form. To align every part until it looked perfect to him. Finally Sai was satisfied and stepped back to appreciate the view he had created for himself. Her hair was pulled forward to lay just above her breasts with tiny tendrils teasing her back. Sakura's body was positioned towards the window but he had her head turned looking back at him over her shoulder. Her hand raised cupping her own shoulder and the other arm resting by her side. This made the sunlight gleam around her, reflecting in her eyes and lighting her hair on fire. The morning sun playfully highlighted her breasts, shoulder, and face; leaving everything else in shadow.


He sat back on the bed staring at her for the longest time, before he pulled out a drawing pad and began a quick anatomical sketch of her standing. He didn't bother with details, only proportions. His nimble fingers started drawing in shapes and forms all around the body now laid out on his page, but Sakura couldn't see anything that looked familiar to her. This seemed to go on forever as he sketched, erased, sketched, and erased again. The scratching of pencil on paper was harsh in her ears and the lack of other sounds began to get at her. She dared not move, not even her mouth to complain, knowing that he would not have it.


After an eternity, he threw the pad aside with his mind made up and the final decision set firmly. He reached underneath the bed and pulled out the case he had painstakingly tracked down the night before, in the hopes that he might need it. Out of a pocket on the side he pulled out the scroll that had come with this rare kit and once more contemplated the secret jutsu written inside. It had taken more than a little negotiation to get the old man to sell the special inks. He had no idea if he would actually use them, but they would fit his final design perfectly. Sai had only seen the ink used on one person and it had nearly blown his mind with the possibilities. To be able to use them now was more than a high for him, he looked forward to seeing if they would really work...


Sai had spent the remainder of his night reading up on how to actually do a tattoo. He had created a few before, most notably on himself, but nothing this big. Refreshing his memory was ideal, he wanted to be sure that he didn't do anything that could potentially mess it up. This was going to be the greatest piece of “walking art” he had ever done and he had the perfect person to try it on...someone who trusted him enough to let him do his own thing.


“We're going to do this a little differently and I need you to get comfortable. I'm telling you now that the substance the pigments are made from can also work as a strong aphrodisiac. Since this tattoo is going to take such a long time you might become more than a bit...anxious.”


She looked at him over her shoulder alarmed and he realized that she still thought he wanted her standing still and silent.


“You can move now if you want.” he released her at last, but not without having considered letting her stay in the position for a longer period.


“What do you mean, anxious?” she turned around to face him completely, her arms once more coming up to cover her breasts.


“The pigments I found last night are special...used only for very special tattoos...usually only high-ranked clan members receive tattoos using this ink as it is very expensive. It is made from plant extracts and shrimp shells that are also well-known as aphrodisiacs. Normally the ink wouldn't affect someone greatly but I'm going to be using enough that you'll be receiving a large dose.” He calmly explained while prepping the area of the bedroom that he would be using for the next few hours. On the average, a project of this size would take more than one day but Sai planned to keep working until it was completed, possibly the same day or the day after.


“So...ok...I'm gonna get horny or whatever, I'll live. Uh...can I put some of my clothes back on?” she asked, hoping that she wouldn't have to spend the next hours of her life naked in front of Sai.


Luck was not with her as Sai reached out with a foot and kicked her clothes into a far corner, then pulled a chair into the middle of his work space turning it around so her back would be in the morning light. He turned her, making her straddle the chair while placing a pillow beneath her and in front for her comfort. Next came the part that Sai knew she wasn't going to like but the old man had been so insistent in the matter when he learned how Sai intended to use the ink. His agreement to the condition was probably the only reason the old man had sold the ink to him. He reached for the ties he had placed in his pocket earlier, grabbed Sakura's wrists, and quickly bound each to a chair arm.


“Hey! What the Hell do you think you're doing? Stop! Damn it, Stop it!” she started to struggle madly but once he had the drop on her it was easy to finish tying her hands and feet.


He secured the chair to the floor so she couldn't move anywhere. As Sakura continued spitting curses at him he reached around her, and while avoiding teeth, snapped a gag in place; effectively shutting her up. To his good fortune, the little bikini bottom she wore tied at the sides, it was quick work to untie and then pull the fabric out from under her.


“Now, I'm not doing this to hurt or humiliate you and I am not going to do anything to you that you won't eventually beg for later. If the gag becomes uncomfortable or you can't breathe I will take it out. But, if you use that as an excuse to remove it and start screaming, I will put the gag back in and I won't believe you the next time.”


Sai reached under the bed and pulled out the assortment of toys that the man had freely offered to him after he bought the ink. When Sai had questioned him, he had only laughed and told Sai he would find out. Opening the case he found a blindfold, handcuffs, strawberry scented lube, three different sized dildos, a small silver vibrator, a strap harness with what looked like attachments for the dildos, a small bow with a dial, and two silver bullets attached on a long cord. When he seen the contents he had immediately gone to buy batteries and condoms, he was sure they would come in handy.


As a final preparation, he reached for his CD case, picking out six discs, he placed them in the player, and pushed play. Evanescence began playing as Sakura sat tied to the chair, fear and anticipation flowing through her. She could hear Sai moving behind her and she turned her head to look. This seemed to annoy him in some way as Sai reached into the case, lifted out the blindfold, and quickly tied it in place. Reaching into the bag that Sakura had carried inside, he pulled out a hair clip and clipped her hair up out of his way.


Sakura was now bound, gagged, and unable to see what was going to happen next. All she could do was listen to the noises behind her and Amy Lee's sensual voice filling the air. She heard a scrapping sound and what she assumed to be a chair pulled up behind her. Her assumption rewarded by cool fingers coming to rest on her shoulder. Sakura felt something being rubbed onto her skin and then the harsh brush of a razor as the fine hairs on her back were removed all the way to her tail bone. Sai rolled something else onto her skin and she could smell a strong odor of deodorant... what did deodorant do?


He pulled a tray, that she had noticed earlier, closer to them and set out each ink. One color after the other went onto the tray, placing them carefully so not to spill or drop the precious liquid. A loud whining buzz soon followed as he started up the tattoo pen. This caused shiver to race up and down Sakura's spine and a fresh batch of goosebumps broke out across her entire body. Sai leaned forward against her neck and whispered into her ear.


“Here we go, you ready?”

She felt the first stab of the needle as it sunk into her skin; vibrating and punching small excruciating little holes into her. Forcing the dye far into the epidermis, at least three layers down. Sakura jumped and gasped sharply but Sai kept moving the pen in a graceful arch making the first outline in his creation. The pain was exquisite. Sakura rubbed up against the chair, squirming away from the feeling. The pen kept on buzzing, drilling into her skin no matter how she tried to move; the bonds held her in place, unable to scream, only to moan, unable to see, only to feel his hands and breath. The sounds of that small needle damaging her once flawless skin into something unimaginable.


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The discs changed as the design grew larger and larger. At first, it covered her left shoulder, then moved down over her left kidney, only to travel down to her hip. The pain and anguish seemed to go on and on, never ending in the constant dip, buzz, wipe. Dip. Buzz. Wipe. Repeat. Hundreds of cycles without stopping to rest. After the first two hours, Sakura had quit most of her struggling. She laid her head down on the chair, and let the tears pour out, soaking the mask and gag. Not even this pitiful sight made him go easy on her, he just paused, wiped ink from a spot on her shoulder, and continued on with his painstaking work. Each time she thought he might be done he started yet again at the top and began to draw in even more detail than the run before.


Soon enough she felt a slight change come over her as her flesh warmed and the room became hotter than she could stand. Sakura became disgusted at the smell of her own sweat that permeated the air as she began to perspire profusely. She wriggled, trying only to find an escape from her perspiring skin and the pillow that clung. Sakura managed to gain an inch and felt the pillow fall away in a slow sticky pull.


“Are you getting hot? Is your skin burning? I know you are, I can smell you. I can smell the heat from between your legs and how worked up you've become.” This was said in a clinical tone as he continued to concentrate on his work. The sound of the gun was soon silenced as he turned it off and wiped blood and ink from her back once more.

“I think a break is in order. You need something to help you...relax.”

Hands came up and loosened the gag. Instead of screaming for immediate release Sakura gulped in the first breath of fresh air while expecting the removal of her blindfold. Sai didn't touch it, instead he reached down to the case by his feet and retrieved the small bullet vibrators, a condom, and the strawberry lube. Her body felt weak and every part of her ached from either the needle or the hours of being tied to the chair. She felt the bounds holding her in place come undone and Sai pulled her back to lean against his bare chest. At some point during the hours before he had taken off his shirt. Sakura's hot oversensitive skin came into contact with his cool flesh and she quickly jerked away, only to be brought back.


He picked her up, set her down in his lap, spreading her legs so they hooked over his knees and tilted her pelvis out while opening her vulva to the cool air. Sakura moaned at the extra heat on her freshly cut flesh as her head fell back to rest on Sai's shoulder. Long lean hands traveled over the skin of her belly and down into the small thatch of pink curls that hid her leaky folds. His fingers dipped in and soon were covered in creamy natural lubrication as her body worked overtime in sexual frustration.


'maybe I made her go for too long?' he rewarded her patience by gently rubbing her clit with one hand. When she cried out and jerked away, shaking her head, he quickly moved his fingers away from the too sensitized nerves. Instead he pinched the hood that covered them, moving it in slow gentle circles, hoping the flesh would dull the sensation to a point that she could stand. It wasn't long before Sakura's back arched and a gush of semi clear fluid ran down his fingers to drip slowly off his hand like warm honey. Tempted by the heated smell he removed his hand from her, brought his fingers to his mouth, and sucked every last bit of juice off.


Their break finished, he reached for the last item he needed before moving on to the next step. As Sai retied her hands to the chair he bent her over at the waist. Too hyped up to care about whatever he did, Sakura allowed this to happen. He reached down, grabbed a condom, ripped open the foil, covered one of the silver capsules, and applied a liberal amount of lube to its surface. Slicking up one finger he let his hand drift down to the tight ring of muscle shielded by little pink hairs, and slowly inserted his finger with a squeal from Sakura. Quickly pushing down on her lower back, he held her in place as his finger penetrated deep into her backside. He pulled out and replaced his finger with the bullet. Pushing slowly, but forcefully, making the opening accept the intrusion until he felt the inner muscles grab the
vibrator, and pull it deep inside.


When Sakura no longer felt tension against her ass she relaxed, feeling that the worst of it was over. The second bullet was covered with a condom and Sai reached around to slowly insert it up into her vagina, easily done due to copious amounts of fluid coating her thighs and sex. While Sakura was technically still a virgin, hard years of shinobi training and the use of tampons had destroyed that fragile membrane. This allowed Sai to push the bullet far enough inside where it could pulsate against that tender rough patch directly under her mons pubis.


Untying her, he walked her over to the bed, and laid her down on one side facing him. He fired up the tattoo gun and at the same time turned the dial to allow the bullets trapped inside her warm caverns to vibrate. She arched her back and he held her down with one arm across her body while the sensations over came the renewed fear of the buzzing gun. Knowing this part of the tattoo would be done quickly, he drew the long tail that came from her lower back and curled down only to flare over the high arch of her left hip.


He rolled her over and followed the visible line of her pelvic bone flowing across her belly. Dipping down across the low stretch of her abdomen and ended right over the hood of her clit, mere centimeters from ending inside her vagina. This would pull any eye away from her lower back irresistibly to the edge of her pants and tantalize any to guess where it could possibly end. Most knowing they would never be privileged enough to see.


The closer he had come to her curls, the higher he tuned the vibrations with the dial, and when he had finally reached the end, it was a high as it could possibly go. Having been pushed into a high state of duress, she searched for some physical sensation that would send her over the edge. Longing for just one touch of his fingers on her clit or, even better, the feel of his fingers shoving into her opening. Filling the gapping hole that begged to clasp anything in order to feel full and completed.


He made the final stroke ending with a point in the direction of her open and weeping crotch. The feel of the pulses from inside combined with the rough electrifying vibration outside pressing down on her clit had Sakura once more restlessly moving. Attempting to shift her legs, screaming and pulling against the bonds that tied her hands to the headboard she was held down carefully by Sai, who kept her from moving and destroying all his work. She lay back panting in the aftermath, hardly feeling it when he added the tiny lines and detail to the thin tail. When Sakura passed out, Sai left her alone on the bed as he went to take a piss and get some sort of food into his stomach.


Having grabbed a bowl of rice and vegetables, he stood in the doorway of the bedroom contemplating the girl laying in the tangled sheets stained by sweat, blood, and ink. For now he was done and he felt he owed her an hour to relax before the next round.


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A/N: I’m assuming that Sai paints, even though we know he mostly uses ink and pencil. I’m ALSO assuming for the sake of my story the he is at least a little familiar with photography.
And why does Sai have a tattoo gun at home? LoL because the AUTHOR WILLS IT SO!

This story is also posted in other places that are more...open to this sort of content and i haven't done much to change it ( DONT BAN ME! PLEASE!) Just The idea of hacking and sawing away at my story to edit out all the parts which i think add more then detract from the story,was just WAY to painful for me to even imagine...so do you think it was too much? were you disgusted? let me know please

thank you everyone for all your support! and reviews! SO MANY WOW!
i really wanted to make this a litte different then the normal thing you see all over AFF with boy met girl/guy, angst ensues, then boy screws girl/guy, more angst ensues
i really wanted a chance to explore the kiny side of art especially if your just weird like me.


as to Sai's personality i am not going to try to tone it down at least not for that reason and i don’t know how people can say he has no personality yet...he is a nasty little git and He doesn’t have a nice thing to say about any one and he covers it up with a big cheesy smile. And he keeps dropping hints to the fact that he has a real hate out against traitors and people who dont fall in with the shinobi way which leads you to believe that he DOES have feelings and he WAS hurt by someone most likely his brother.


but there IS also the fact that i dont know as much about Sai as i would like too to truly be able to get in his head and play his character the way i would like. thats why this fic is mostly from sakuras perspective although i know it can change pretty quick in here without much warning. thats my fault and if its confusing let me know
maybe you should consider switching your fan site if your translations are that bad
i could reccomend some really good ones if you want XD