Ink Me

Disclaimer: i do not own naruto nor do i make profit from whoring them out

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Chapter three
Secret Arts


When Sakura's hour was over she had managed to sit up after convincing Sai to remove the bonds that held her to the bed. He still refused to remove her blindfold, stating that it was 'essential to his art.'


She found that she had no desire for food, despite the fact it had been hours since she'd last eaten. A sip of water was all she thought she could manage as she leaned against the headboard sobbing softly and occasionally hiccuping. It wasn't the pain, that she could take, it was suddenly feeling so powerless tied down to the chair, while Sai had done all those things to her, and she had to let it out. It suddenly felt as if she could let herself cry and no one would care. Sai wouldn't remove the blindfold or bonds, so she could cry or scream to her heart's content. Somehow it had made everything easier, and without his knowledge, hours of pain had become bearable. Just by Sai giving Sakura the freedom to let go and act the way she wanted. It was so much easier to let out all your emotions when you knew you were completely helpless to whatever fate was given to you by someone else. The tension had made her uncontrollable, it had excited her even more to be totally at his mercy. That's why she was crying now, she didn't want to feel good about it. Somehow, it felt wrong and she couldn't help but feel used and dirty... not by Sai, by herself.


Sakura self-consciously moved, rubbing herself against her thighs, attempting to ease the heat emanating forth in blistering waves. She listened to Sai as he moved around the room setting up his station with occasional clicks and clatters of tools as they were touched.


“Wha-what are you doing now?” her voice came out dry and raspy. She coughed and licked her lips, trying to find some form of moisture. She tasted the salty tears that had managed to slide past the blindfold.


“We are about to do the shading and color, I need to change the needle on the tattoo gun,” she heard the quiet reply from across the room. In some small way his voice had seemed to soften towards her, but she knew that it wouldn't make him ease up on her. He had promised that once he started he wouldn't stop and nothing was going to make him quit.


“Why do you need to change it?” she wondered out loud, and felt her voice returning to something more normal as she calmed down. It shouldn't have mattered; she would be strapped back to that chair and knew she would start crying and screaming, again.


“The shading point has more than one needle, it has five. It covers a broader area allowing me to shade more easily...it will go faster. Why? Would you prefer I use the other one?” he asked sardonically.


Sakura shook her head wildly after hearing his explanation and tensed when she heard his chair scrape back as he walked towards her. Sai grabbed her hands and she started to struggle. She had no idea why she did, she just knew that she should, despite the fact she had asked him for this. Sakura stilled at the thought that maybe deep down she wanted to be dominated by him; giving Sai the opportunity to grab a shoulder and the bottom of one thigh, and haul her over to the chair with very little protesting. He said nothing; made no reprimands, just a grunt when he picked her up, his hands gently stroked her cheeks and sides when he strapped her down. As if to apologize for what was about to happen. It didn't matter, it was going to happen anyway.


Once more she sat on a pillow facing the back of the chair, her head resting on another that cushioned her cheek. The crying began as soon as her butt touched the chair, turning into wails and sniffles before the pain could even begin. Sai sighed as he watched this, he reached for the gag, and once more put it in her mouth, tying it loosely behind her head. Sakura was actually grateful for the gag, she bit into it moaning, and her cries wet the rough fabric with tears and saliva.


She nearly screamed hysterically when she heard the loud buzz behind her. She felt a gush of warmth rush between her thighs as every cells in her body jumped, tuned to that sound. Sakura shivered uncontrollably as he placed one hand on her side to stead her, leaned in, and placed the first mark. The tip met her skin and immediately bit in deeply. She writhed and moaned loudly but...it wasn't so bad. It was broader so it didn't have the sharp driving point of the other that made you feel that someone was carving into you with a scalpel. She breathed a sigh of relief and laid her head down on the pillow. Only to softly cry and make protesting noises every time the needles cam into contact with skin already raw from the line art.


She soon found out that color could be just as horrible, every time she thought he was done in an area he went back over it again and again, and again; placing one color after another to her skin. Out of the corner of her blindfold she watched the shadows in the room grow longer, then fade away as the sun sank in the sky. He paused once to turn on the bright overhead lights and then came back to her side, untying her.


“My back is sore. Let's move to the bed, it's already covered in ink. Don't try to struggle or I'll tie you to the headboard again.”


Sakura frantically nodded her head liking the idea, and moved over to the bed, lying down on her still tender stomach. He pulled his tray over, finding another plug for the gun, and then swung one leg over her back to straddle her legs. He leaned over her and the mind-numbing buzz began, but this time, Sakura had other things to distract her. The feel of Sai's weight, right there, had her rubbing into the mattress every time he moved. It was nearly driving her to distraction. She found subtle ways to shift underneath him and occasionally lifted her hips slightly to better feel him riding her. There was something about feeling someone's weight on top of you that was enticingly erotic, all you could think of was if it would feel the same during sex. His weight resting on his hips when you lay face to face, fucking, his stomach coming down on your lower back when you faced away, the warm rush of breath on the back of your neck. She could feel his breath now on her shoulder and she shivered in reaction, clenching all her muscles in rejection of the feeling while embracing it as well.
Occasionally, a hand would lazily drift down her side, setting her mind on fire as the effects of the ink continued to course through her body. She panted and moaned, writhing; he would just place a hand on the back of her neck, and press her into the mattress in warning to be quiet. She became warm, started sweating and dampened the fabric underneath her. The once clean white sheets were again a mess of blood, ink, and sweat; they were also uncomfortable to lay in. Sakura could see partial stains of ink out of a small corner of the blindfold, but the only colors she could make out were black, yellow, green, and possibly, red. She couldn't tell if it was red ink or blood.


Her breathing was heavy, her sight becoming blurry; she felt him turn her once more to work on her stomach. She curled around the fiery pain in her back and Sai pushed her legs back down, leaning over her. He was so close, she could feel his breath on her skin and her hand found itself on his thigh, squeezing tight when the needles bit into her. As the pain continued her hands moved, running self-soothing circles on his thighs, noticing the hard muscles as they tensed and relaxed under her fingers. No longer caring what he thought, one hand came up to pinch her nipple. She moaned and rubbed her hips up into his lap, grinding against him; holding herself to him with the other hand when he attempted to move his hips slightly off and away from tempting flesh. This didn't deter her, she was beyond thought as she tried to drive herself more frantically against him. Sakura squeezed her nipples roughly in an attempt to bring herself off. Unable to work, Sai rose up and shoved a knee tight into her crotch. He placed the other not so gently on her chest to hold her in place. This made it easier for Sakura to wrap her legs around the thigh he had wedged into her and rub against him until finally, she came in great shivers. Throwing back her head and screaming, allowing the moans to break on the gag and be absorbed.


“Oh GOD!”


Her hand traveled up the thigh perched on her chest while the other continued to rub her breast in lazy circles, allowing herself to come down from the orgasmic high. Sighing, he rolled her onto her belly causing the fresh ink and blood to soak into the sheets. He reached over to the tray to change the colors in his pen before starting at her shoulder. This would be the last time, he was almost finished with the last color; a bright shade of pink to add the final touches.


Then, with no warning, it was over. The gun was turned off and Sai sat back bringing all his weight down on her hips. He slowly reached up and untied the blindfold, then the gag. Sakura lay blinking as her sight came back, unwilling to move, and not wanting to. If she did, Sai would move off of her. So they sat there, not wanting to break the contact, reveling in the feel of him behind her. Sakura stared at the wall, waiting for some sense of normalcy to return to her body.


Without the blindfold or bonds she didn't know if she could face him...it had been so much easier when she could allow herself to be whatever she wanted to be. Without fear of repercussions while behind her mask of cloth and leather, but now that she could see him it was different. There was still that burning in her stomach, pushing her to be closer to any body or source of pleasure that could drive her over the edge. She moved restlessly as the fire rekindled, every movement of her breasts sending shocks to the bottom of her gut that radiated out to her clit, causing her to clench her legs tightly together to hold the feeling in.


Finally he moved off of her before reaching for a cloth and walking to the bathroom. Sakura heard the running of water and watched Sai walk back to her. He started to softly rub away the last remnants of ink that stained her skin, cleaning it off her sides and back. The cool cloth felt so good to her that she arched into it and moaned. Sakura looked up to see a silly smirk pulling up the corner of his mouth before he rolled her over and ran the cloth over belly. Then lower, allowing it to run between her thighs, soaking up the sticky mess she had made. The fabric was no longer cool but welcoming just the same, she widened her legs and pushed up her hips to grind herself into his hand.


Sai pulled his hand away and sat on the side of the bed with his head hanging low in exhaustion.


“Do you want to look at it?” he asked, indicating the floor length mirror across the room with a tilt of his chin. Sakura pulled herself off the bed, the sickly feel of the sheets pulling away from her tender skin was a more unpleasant accompaniment than any movement could be. At least most of the bleeding had stopped.


She stood facing the mirror looking at a tail that snaked across her belly dipping to just touch the top of her mound. Slowly she turned around and took her first look at what he printed into her skin forever. It was huge. And, it was beautiful.


Sakura gasped, “It's a...”


It was a giant sinuous dragon, it's head rested on her shoulder looking back at her, just as she had when Sai forced her to model. It had bright red scales colored in with the occasional pink highlight, fading into gold followed by a tinge of green on the belly. It seemed to shine up at her and she realized that the ink was metallic, giving the illusion of movement every time she shifted or turned; a scale would flash back at her. It had bright green eyes that looked straight into hers, almost daring her to stare back.


'I can't believe I'm having a staring contest with a dragon tattoo...a dragon portrait of ME!' she couldn't believe that Sai thought of her as a dragon, but she had to admit, it did have appeal. It fit, there were no other explanations. And it was perfect.


She softly stroked the tail that ran the length of her belly and reached up to pet the head that rested on her shoulder staring back at her languidly, with half-lidded eyes.


“It's beautiful,” she stated quietly while stroking her skin.


Sai came up behind her and allowed himself to trace the spine of the dragon. Starting at the head, gliding his fingers down her back, over her hip, and around to cup the hand resting on her belly. He surprised her when his other arm came around her and lifted up into the sign of the ram.


His mouth came down to rest against her ear and his eyes met hers in the mirror, “It's not over quite yet.”


His fingers moved into a quick set of seals that even her trained eye couldn't follow.


“Hijutsu: fugou no ryu,” she heard him mutter and with a surge of chakra he placed his hands; one on top, the other at the bottom of the tattoo. She felt the chakra jolt through her skin and sink deep into the dragon. Sakura mused, wondering just what he had done. She felt a tingle move all along her tattoo, a wash of cold came first, then it burned hot, and got hotter, the sting almost driving her crazy. When she felt as though her skin was set on fire, Sakura lost all sense of time and place, and she screamed.


Sakura woke to find Sai holding her upright, one hand around her chest, the other covering her mouth to keep the neighbors from hearing her screams.


She breathed out loudly from her nose as the sensations in her body finally began to settle down. She turned to stare angrily up at Sai, urging him with her eyes to let go of her.


“What the hell did you just do to me?” she nearly screeched once he let go. She calmly noticed that he didn't step back and she didn't step away either.


“Secret Arts: Mark of the Dragon. The ink I gave you is very special,” he stated once more in her ear.


“But what does it do?” she demanded.


He turned her around and forced her to look at the dragon reflected in the mirror. She stared at the mesmerizing sight, but there was something strange about it. Did it...did it justmove?


A/n: So yea last night i forgot to answer another question about the silver bullets
it isnt one battery its several thus the pack at the beginning. corney i know but ok
or maybe ninja batteries are just BETTER then everyone elses...they gotta be

and also silver bullets dont work the same as a normal vibrator, they arnt air tight for one, well they are and they arnt. They can easily be contaminated by fecal matter and it is very hard to clean it all out. Thats when doing anal penetration it is 'reccomended' that you use a condom. I know some of you kids like to live on the wild side and do it without it anyways but i just have to say......anal to vaginal penetration ....NOT GOOD!

sukara: wow really? thats awesome ive been having alot of dreams about AFF stories lately too
ok now that i have given my public health announcement of the day i feel better

lol.....you know i told one of my firends about the reviews you guys have been leaving me and she was shocked. Her > "Oh my god do you realize that you have probably driven so many people to go out and get tattoos of crap that they will eventually regret in five years? your horrible krickitat (my name...eh kinda. You guys call me kri-chan)
and i was like....."at this moment i have never been more proud of myself. I have PERSONALLY seen to another step in the downfall of society. I can rest another year knowing i have made my contribution, and i won the day."

SO GET TATTOOS! I DEMAND IT!

so you guys wanna see my newest tat?
http:// www. deviantart. com/ deviation / 23421009 /

just remember to take out the spaces in between if you want it to show.
and yes...it is my own design
and i have already started work on the next chapter, but its going a bit slow i have writers block for all my stories. im forging ahead anyways but im just not inspired. i dont know if its better to wait for bursts of genius or to just keep plunking away a little bit every day. Somehow that just seems a little bit too mundane to me.