Kerri Ch. 05

Author's note:

All characters involved in adult activity are 18 or older; most around 30.

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I do not condone any of the behavior in this story. It is just pure fantasy.

Many thanks to KS for proofreading, and significantly improving the presentation of this story.

Kerri, Chapter Five (continued)

Forever marked

Day 2 (continued)

The car ride was quiet, Kerri left to her own thoughts. She sat stiffly, fingers twisting in her lap, the lingering ache between her legs, in her ass, a constant, throbbing reminder of what had just happened in the clinic. She didn't ask where they were going-- she had come to know better by then.

The jeweler's was in a pedestrian area, and Carl had to let Andrew and Kerri out to walk to the storefront. In her skimpy outfit, Kerri was very aware of the stares from passersby, and she clung to Andrew, trying to hide herself as much as possible.

He chuckled, "Don't be embarrassed, Kerri, you're looking beautiful today." He squeezed her ass as they walked along, intimate and possessive.

The shop itself was reasonably smart, with racks of jewelry displayed in the window, from rings to earrings, necklaces to watches. Bars on the windows protected the merchandise. The interior of the shop was blocked from view by the displays itself, but Kerri could make out movement of two or three people inside. She shuddered, anticipating what Andrew had in mind, and subconsciously put her hands on her nipples protectively.

"Let's pick you out something pretty," said Andrew, opening the door for her and gesturing her through. The bell above the door jingled as they went in.

Kerri found herself in a single, medium-sized room lined with display cabinets showing yet more items for sale, and a sign above the counter announced free piercings with any purchase. Another sign advised that only adults were allowed in the shop, warning patrons that piercings were done on the premises. There was a vacant client chair in one corner. A couple were looking through a display of earrings, looking for the perfect pair of diamonds. In another display, there were dermal implants of all shapes and sizes.

She could feel the couple's eyes on her as they entered-- the girl's curious, the guy openly appreciative, as his gaze flickered over Kerri's body. Heat crawled up her neck. She knew what she must look like-- flushed, dishevelled, still smelling vaguely of sex from the morning. The owner, a wiry man with a septum ring and sleeves of tattoos glanced up as they entered.

"What'll it be?" he asked, his voice rough, addressing Andrew.

Andrew didn't answer straight away. He stepped behind Kerri and slipped off her blazer, exposing her in her lace bra to the jeweller. "Nipples, of course. Then clit or nose," he murmured in her ear, "your choice, darling."

The other patrons stiffened at the words, unable to hide their smiles. The man couldn't help but glance in Kerri's direction, before going back to focus on the display in front of him.

Kerri hesitated.No, please, no.But she knew better than to refuse. The owner's gaze was on her by then, his dark eyes assessing, his lips curling into something that could have been a smirk. Kerri's fingers trembled at her sides, her body already anticipating the moment, the pain.

"Choose," Andrew ordered again, no latitude in his voice. "Nose, or clit."

Her stomach twisted. A septum ring would always be visible-- constant, inescapable, a mark she wouldn't be able to hide from the world. The clit... pretty, private, intimate... hidden.

"Clit," she whispered.

The jeweller nodded. "And what would you like them in, gold? Platinum?"

"Titanium," Andrew responded, decisively.

"You sure about that, miss?" asked the jeweller. "Kind of hard to cut off, if you change your mind."

Kerri nodded once. She'd only ever had her ears pierced before and was vaguely terrified at the prospect of having these ones done. The jeweller shrugged, and gestured towards the client chair, reaching for the sterile needles.

"Nipples first, take off your bra, please."

"Don't you have a private room, or something?" Kerri asked, in astonishment.

He gestured around, "Does it look like I have that here, this is the only option, miss."

This was happeningin the open, in front of strangers. She should've known the humiliation would only escalate after the exam. Andrew was always going to take it further.

"Do as you're told," murmured Andrew in her ear, squeezing his hand around the nape of her neck and drawing her close.

She hesitated for only a second before her fingers trembled at the hem of her blouse. The couple was watching. The girl was staring, her eyes wide with a mix of fascination and envy, as Kerri unhooked her bra, dropping it on the floor; her breasts spilling out into the cool air of the room.

The piercer let out a low whistle. "Damn. You got perfect tits, miss."

Kerri's nipples pebbled under their gazes, the attention making her skin prickle. The girl bit her lip, her boyfriend's grip on her hand tightening, as his eyes raked over Kerri's chest. She could feel their stares like physical touches, she could practically taste the arousal thickening the air. The girl's free hand crept up, her fingers brushing over her own nipple through her shirt, her breath coming more heavily.

The piercer snapped on a fresh pair of gloves and rolled his stool closer. "Sit back on the chair. Arms above your head."

Kerri obeyed, the vinyl cold against her bare back as she stretched out, her breasts on full display. The piercer swabbed her left nipple with antiseptic, the liquid icy against her heated skin. "This'll pinch, but it's quick. Ready?"

She barely had time to nod before the needle pierced through the tender flesh.

"Fuck!"

The word tore from her lips, her back arching off the table as white-hot pain lanced through her nipple. Tears pricked her eyes, her breath coming in sharp gasps as the piercer swiftly threaded the ring through the fresh hole, closing it tightly with pliers to ensure it stayed in place. Blood beaded at the entry and exit points, trickling down the curve of her breast, warm and sticky.

"First one's always the worst," the jeweller said, already moving to the other side. "Second'll be easier."

Kerri didn't believe him. She squeezed her eyes shut as the antiseptic swab pressed against her right nipple, bracing herself for another intrusion.

"Shit!"

This time, her hips jerked, her thighs pressing together involuntarily. If anything, the pain wasworsethis time. Her hips rose up from the chair, trying to contain the hurt, to escape the violation.

Andrew's hand landed on her sternum, pressing her back down. "Look at me."

She forced her eyes open, meeting his gaze. His eyes were wide, his lips parted just enough that she could see the tip of his tongue as he wet them. He was hard. She could see the outline of his cock straining against his jeans, thick and heavy, the fabric barely containing him. The realization that he was turned on sent a fresh wave of heat through her, her pussy clenching around nothing.

"Beautiful," he praised, his voice coaxingly smooth. His thumb brushed over her newly pierced nipple, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure straight to her clit. "Ringing yourself for me."

The piercer finished securing the second nipple ring and sat back. "Nipples are done. You want the clit next?"

Kerri's pulse raced.Oh god.She hadn't even let herself think about that part. The idea of it-- of spreading her legs in front of all of them, of letting a stranger touch her there, let alone pierce her-- made her dizzy. Blood roared in her ears, her hands kneading at the vinyl beneath her.

Andrew didn't wait for her answer. "Yeah. But she's gonna need a little prep first." He gave the nipples a lick, sucking them one after the other into his mouth, playing with the rings with the rings with his tongue. Biting hard. She gave a yelp, and moved her hands to stop him, but he pushed them down with authority. Then his hand slid down her stomach, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her skirt. "Off. Now."

Kerri's pulse roared in her ears. She fumbled with the clothes, her fingers clumsy as she shoved her skirt and panties down her hips, kicking them off with trembling legs. The cool air hit her bare pussy, her folds already slick with arousal. She was soaked. From the pain, from the exposure, from the way Andrew was looking at her like he wanted to devour her.

He grabbed a towel, and dabbed at her pussy, drying it off as best he could. "This is why I needed you shaved this morning," he grinned.

The girl on the other side of the room let out a soft, hungry sound, her thighs shifting restlessly. Her boyfriend's free hand was tucked between his legs, stroking his cock as he stared brazenly at Kerri's naked body.

The piercer rolled his stool between Kerri's spread thighs, his gloved fingers parting her folds without ceremony. "Damn. You're dripping."

Kerri cried as the piercer swabbed her clit with antiseptic, the cold liquid making her twitch. The girl was watching, her own pleasure-hazed eyes locked onto the sight of Kerri's exposed, glistening pussy. Kerri could feel their gazes like a leaden weight, could see the girl's fingers twitching against her boyfriend's wrist, like she wanted to reach out and touch Kerri herself.

"This'll hurt like a bitch," the piercer warned, lining up the needle. "But you'll love it after."

Kerri barely had time to brace before the needle punched through the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Oh! Fuck!"

Her back bowed off the table, her hands flying to grip the edges as white-hot agony exploded between her legs. It burned a searing, relentless pulse that radiated outward, making her vision swim. Tears spilled down her temples, her thighs trembling violently. The pain was intense, but beneath it, something else unfurled--something shameful, something good.

Andrew's hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her cries. "Shhh. That's it, baby. Take it for me."

The piercer worked quickly, threading the tiny ring through the fresh piercing before securing it. Blood welled around the jewellery, mixing with her arousal-- obscenely intimate. Kerri was panting, her body strung as tight as a bow, her clit throbbing with each heartbeat. The piercings in her nipples ached in time with it, the pain and pleasure twisting together, until she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.

"All done," the piercer said, sitting back to admire his work. "Looks good. Might wanna ice it later. Keep it clean. No sex for at least a week. See you soon, Andrew."

As Kerri was once again pulling on her clothes, she heard the girl whisper to her boyfriend, "I want to get rings just like that."

* * *

On the other side of town, Steven was at work, oblivious to what was happening to his wife. His entire morning had been unproductive. How could he possibly work, to pretend as though nothing had happened? His mind was racing to catch up with the night before, of him cheating on Kerri with Sarah. The feeling of her body, her taste. Her pussy around his cock. Those red lips whispering dark secrets in his ear. Wracked with guilt over the wreck that was his marriage.Oh god, what will Kerri say if she finds out?

His phone pinged. It was a selfie from Sarah, of her lying naked on his bed, playing with herself.

Sarah:Waiting for you to come home Steven.

A co-worker looked over his shoulder and burst out with a gasp, "Steve? What the fuck?"

Steven quickly covered the screen, and tried to bluster it away-- spam mail, unsolicited texts, but he was entirely unconvincing. Shit, shit...shit. When the co-worker had gone, he quickly deleted the text, and set the phone to filter the number to a separate folder.

His mind went back to Sarah, wondering how soon he could fuck her again.

* * *

The tattoo parlour was a couple of shops down, reeking of ink and ozone. The walls were covered in flash art, and polaroids of past work-- newly inked customers with red, sore, but very impressive tattoos.

As they went in, Andrew said, "You're getting two tattoos, one on each hand. Your choice what they are, so choose wisely."

The floor fell out from under Kerri's feet. She had no tattoos. Had never even thought about getting one. Didn't know anyone whodidhave one. She swallowed. The rules were always the same-- obedience, but with just enough flexibility there to make her feel like it was her own choice.

The artist was a young woman with a shaved head, sleeves of vibrant tattoos reaching down her arms, and multiple piercings through her ears and lips. She introduced herself as 'Bishop' as she eyed Kerri with a mix of pity and professional detachment. She noticed Kerri's sensitivity around her nipples and clit, recognizing recent work.

"What'll it be?" she asked, her voice rough, but confident, gesturing around, "look around. See if any of these pictures inspire."

"She's picking two tattoos, one on each hand," said Andrew.

Oh god... leaving the choice to her. That was almost... worse than him choosing for her. She looked around, having little interest in anything she saw. Certainly not for thehands.Nothing... nothing... Then she saw one she actuallyliked. A rose, twisting around her wrist, creeping on to her hand. Well, if she had to go down this path, at least she'd have something she could look at and enjoy.

"That one," she said, "on the right hand."

"Good choice, a classic. Pain's a bitch on the inner wrist though," said Bishop. "That okay with you, boss man?"

"Fine with me. She can take it, can't you, Kerri?"

Kerri sat, straight back. Trying to hide from the moment. Trying to block out what was happening. The stencil for the rose was quickly drawn on her skin, curling around the wrist, growing on to the back of her hand. She didn't move as the needle gun blazed to life, as the cold wipe brushed against her skin, the alcohol stinging.

"Last chance," said Bishop, "if you want out, you just need to give the word."

Kerri winced at the unintentional parroting of Andrew's words from earlier. "Do it."

The first touch of the needle was like fire. She gasped-- she'd never understood how much this was going to hurt. The pain was bright, searing, white hot, but underneath it, she gradually saw the tattoo of the rose grow around her wrist. The tattooist did good work. Beautiful even. She worked in smooth efficient strokes, the needle dragging through the skin, the ink bleeding in vivid crimson lines. Kerri's vision blurred as she cried through the pain, through thepermanenceof what was being done to her. By the time the last of the excess ink was wiped away, Kerri just wanted to protect her hand, hold it tight where no one else could hurt it.

This man will ruin you, her mother had said.

"Done." said Bishop. "Now, you said you wanted two designs, one on each hand? What's the second one going to be, sweetheart?"

Kerri flexed her right hand, it having become strange-- unrecognizable as hers.To know it like the back of her hand. Not anymore, she didn't, it was a stranger's hand. Then she looked over at her still unmarked left. She met Andrew's gaze. This was the moment.Your choice what they are, he had said. Well, let's see if he meant it.

"I want letters," she said defiantly, "KD, SD, with a heart between them."Kerri Dawson loves Steven Dawson.

The meaning of the letters was not lost on Andrew. "You're joking. You think I'm going to let you carve that into your skin?"

"You promised," said Kerri, "you said I could choose."

"Within reason."

She tilted her chin up. "This is my choice."

For a heartbeat, she thought he might refuse. Might drag her out of the shop, and punish her until she begged for mercy. His eyes flashed with an anger she hadn't seen before, and for a moment, they stood, staring at each other. Then his lips curled into a smile, slow and dangerous.

"Fine, but not on the back of your hand. Not on your wrist. Here, right in the centre of the palm, where it'll fade in a year. Where, every time you wash your hands, you'll wash away a little bit of it."

Bishop cleared her throat. "You sure about this, honey? Palm tattoos hurt like a bitch-- worse than wrist ones, and they don't last."

Kerri didn't look away from Andrew. "Do what he says. I'm sure."

"Your funeral," said the tattooist, getting to work, without a stencil this time. The pain was worse, deep, like it was scraping the bone. Kerri barely noticed. She was too focused on her first minor victory against the Baxters. An act of defiance, even within their twisted game.

The letters were done quickly, each one a fresh wave of agony. Kerri's palm was on fire, the skin already swelling, the ink bleeding in stark purple lines. She accepted every wave of it, absorbing it, turning it into something much stronger.

Forever marked.

"All done," said Bishop. "Keep them clean, invest in some gloves to make it last longer than six months. And... and good luck out there, honey. You watch out for yourself. That'll be two hundred."

Andrew lifted her left hand, and before she could protest, he took off the ring that Kerri was wearing there. Her wedding ring. The one Steven had given to her the day they got married.

"Keep the change," he said, dropping it into Bishop's hand. Kerri reached out for it, but it was too late. It was gone.

"Please," she begged, "Anything, but that."

"Play silly games, pay the price," growled Andrew, "that's the price of the tattoo." Without saying another word, he strode out of the shop, Kerri following-- lamenting the emptiness on her finger.

The moment they were out of the shop, Andrew then whirled her around. In the coldest, hardest voice she'd heard from him yet he demanded, "What the fuck was that? You think this changes anything?"

Kerri met his glare, her green eyes bright with unshed tears and defiance. "No, but it will remind me."

For a moment, something flickered in his eyes. Admiration? Respect? Or maybe just the thrill of the fight. But then it was gone, replaced with his familiar cruel smile, returned to composure. "Cute, but you're going to pay for that little stunt right now."

They walked for a distance, moving to a quieter part of town, until he found what he was looking for. The alley was narrow, the brick walls on either side stained with graffiti. Andrew walked to the far end, where the dumpsters blocked most of the view from the street, the only sound being the distant murmur of traffic and the occasional laugh from the bar across the way. He turned to face her, his back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.

Kerri stopped a few feet away, her pulse kicking up. She knew that look--the slow, deliberate way his eyes traced over her, like he was peeling her open layer by layer. The alley wasn't private, not really. Anyone could walk by. Anyone couldsee. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, her pussy clenching around nothing, the piercings sharp, insistent aches, hands crying out for mercy.

"Take your clothes off," Andrew said, his voice cutting through the quiet.

Kerri's breath caught. "Here?"

His lips curled, not quite a smile. "You got a problem with that?"

She didn't. It wasthe need to obeythat was the problem. The idea of stripping down in this grimy, half-lit space, where the wind carried the sound of strangers just beyond the brick walls, where the risk of being seen was real--she hated it. Hated the exposure, the risk, and yet she knew she was going to do it anyway. On top of that, her body was starting to respond to the risk, to the exposure. She could already feel the dampness spreading between her thighs, the piercings throbbing in time with her pulse. God, shehatedthis man.