Tattoo-part 2

The three women then disappeared behind the curtains. Chantelle saltered towards my wiggling her young body, aping the way the women moved. I could hear faint shuffling and giggling behind the curtains as a watched Chantelle’s every move. It was disconcerting seeing her wearing such an adult outfit. In a strange way I remember thinking that the tight Basque suited her. Being tall for her age she could carry it off. In fact she was taller than Yolanda despite being two years younger.

Her small breasts were extenuated by the design of the garment. I noticed that she was also wearing long silky black fingerless gauntlets that came over her elbows. She is fortunate to have what I call kissable lips – that it to say full rather than thin. Her face had been made-up expertly. With just enough blusher and lipstick to highlight her features. Her waist long blonde hair tied back in a high ponytail allowed a full view of her long swan-like neck.

She then gyrated to the sound of the rock music though she was performing in some seedy bar. My concentration was interrupted when I noticed the curtains move. Out came Robyn pulling on a long chain lead. Attached to the other end by the wrist was Yolanda! The tattooist then appeared also holding a chain which was fastened to the girl’s neck by a studded leather collar. The last of the women then came out, she too held a chain that was attached to Yolanda’s other wrist. Yolanda was being pulled too and fro like a rag dole. Thankfully she was still clothed, wearing her white tennis-style dress. She stumbled about unable to see her tormenters due to the blindfold. To prevent her shouting a leather gag was in place.

The three women and Yolanda all moved around to the music pulling Yolanda between them. Occasionally they jostled her between them but never letting her fall. Chantelle was now dancing towards me. She appeared to have lost interest in her friends humiliation and had remembered me. How embarrassed I felt as she eyed me up and down. She stared at my nipples and giggled and then glanced down as my open crutch. With my lags held apart I knew she could see my virgina clearly.

After having a good and long look she got a little bolder and moved forward. I quested it was to have a better look or to speak to me. I could say nothing due to the dryness of my mouth. I would have tried to had reasoned with her and told her to try and escape and get help. I managed to catch her eye and hoped she would see I was not happy. She looked directly into my eyes. I focused hard on her blue pupils. Her face was now just inches away. 

Why was she so close? Was she going to whisper something? Maybe she had a cunning plan to get us all out of this hellhole. How wrong I was! The little bitch grabbed hold of both of my jutting nipples and gently squeezed them! I let out a faint murmur of disgust. She continued to hold each one between her thumb and forefinger. She pressed to roll them gently causing them to stiffen. She continued her playing for a few moments until the rest of the gang danced over. 

Robyn encouraged her to feel ‘everywhere’ and she seemed very keen on that idea. Soon her petit hands were touching my breasts, buttocks and legs. Then she stopped and took a step back and once again looked me up and down. I was aware that my nipples were still erect which I found all the more embarrassing. Meanwhile the women continued to push and pull Yolanda whilst watching Chantelle and me.

Floorshow
Once Chantelle had studied my body she again moved forward very boldly. She then knelt in front of me. I looked down and caught a glimpse of her half exposed cupped breasts. Her erect tiny pink nipples were just visible. I closed my eyes not wishing to see more. I had seen her both girls in various states of undress before, indeed our last visit I had seen them naked. But I could not cope with seeing just a young woman wearing such an adult costume.

Then I felt something toughing my exposed genitals! I quickly opened my eyes and initiatively tried to pull away. By bonds only allowed by body to move inches. I thrust by hips back and looked down. I saw Chantelle’s eyes looking wickedly up at me. Her right hand was hovering under my crutch. I managed to whisper ‘Noooo’. I don’t know if she heard but she seemed clearly set on her purpose. Why was she doing these things to me?

I looked over to the women and the pathetic figure of Yolanda. The music had changed to a loader and more rhythmic beat. The women now seemed to be taking it turns to pole-dance – using Yolanda as the pole. The poor girl stood their as each one rubbed herself up and down her juvenile body. Each dancer took it turns, holding her by the hips and occasionally moving down and grasping her buttocks. They then pulled off her mask and she glanced around the room squinting her eyes. She took a good look at me and was clearly embarrassed. Her gag was then removed with the threat to remain silent or it would be replaced. I felt so ashamed. Yolanda seeing me so exposed whilst Chantelle touched me so intimately. 

My concentration was then brought back to my own predicament as Chantelle’s long thin fingers began to touch my labia. Gently she touched my exposed parts almost tickling them with her fingertips. I tried not to enjoy the soft sensation of her gentle touch. I felt my breasts start to tingle and was aware that my nipples were once again erect. I knew my body well – next I would become wet and eager for satisfaction. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on something else but my head was full of erotic imaginary. I kept on getting flashbacks of our first visit. My head was full of visions of the naked women and the girls.

I opened my eyes disgusted with myself and fixed my gaze on the ceiling. Chantelle had not stopped her gently caressing of my now wet and swollen labia. Her fingers now moved to my cleft and began stroking me their. A slight push forward and she had found my opening. My muscles relaxed and her finger guided inside me. My muscled engulfed it and she began to rhythmically move it. My juices started to flow. I was aware that my inner thighs were now damp from my excitement. Expertly another digit found my swollen clitoris and began exiting it further. 

I was aware of noise and movement in the room and looked towards its source. The women had stopped dancing and were now dragging the still-bound Yolanda towards a closed curtain. They then all disappeared behind it. I tired to listen to see if Yolanda was OK. But my pleasuring was just too enjoyable for any other activity. Chantelle’s fingers expertly moved around by genitals. Fingers slipped in and out of my sex and gently flicked my engorged clit. I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy the wondrous feelings. Just how she had learnt such things was beyond me but at this moment I didn’t care.
My body started to well up in side and I knew at any moment I would have an uncontrolled and noisy orgasm. To my disappointment the wondrous sensation between my legs then stopped abruptly. I looked down to see Chantelle getting to her feet, she then walked towards the curtain and the call of her name.

Waxing
The curtain was then pulled open. I had the answer to where Yolanda was. She was laying on her back her arms bound to a couch. This couch was fitted with stirrups, like those I had seen at the Gynaecologist’s. The couch was then wheeled out and parked just a couple of yards away. Yolanda was still wearing her white dress and I noticed that her shoes had been removed and that her ankles were tied together with a black ribbon.

Yolanda was still wearing the blindfold but her gag had been removed. She was silent and had given up struggling. The Receptionist and the trainee Tattooist then untied the black ribbon. Each leg was then placed in stirrup. With her legs starched apart I got a direct view of her crotch, thankfully still covered her dainty white cotton panties. The tattooist then produced a large knife. It reminded me of ones I had seen on gangsters using in the movies. The blade must have been around eight inches long. I felt my heart start to pound. I looked at Chantelle but she did not look at all concerned. The woman then took hold of the length of discarded black ribbon, folded it in two and cut it. I gave a sign of relief!

She handed the two lengths of ribbon to her accomplices, who then tied Yolanda’s ankles to the stirrups. Strangely I remember noting how tanned her legs were. I pondered further that whilst Chantelle and I have fair skin Yolanda was fortunate in having a slightly olive skin and shinny auburn hair. A strange and rather abstract thought considering the circumstances!

Robyn then moved forward her knife still in hand. ‘Now for some fun!’ she exclaimed. With that she ran her across Yolanda’s tummy and pulled her dress up over her navel. Carefully she slipped the knife under the thin elastic waistband of the underwear, near her right hip. Gently she drew the sharp blade outward. Like a knife through butter the fabric cut, falling away from the length of the blade. The knife left via the right thigh, leaving the panties to spring away. They came to rest just covering her pubis. 

She then walked a couple of paces coming to rest at the other side of the couch. Again the knife slipped up the waistband. In a quick flick the garment gave way and sprang free, disappearing under Yolanda’s crutch. I now had a perfect view of her downy covered virgina. I then noticed that Chantelle had been handed a pair of scissors. Before I could think what they might be for she moved towards her friend. Carefully she started to cut of the wispy brown hairs that barely covered her pinkness.

In a few snips and some faint murmuring from Yolanda the small bush had almost been completely removed. I could now clearly see her young sex. I tired not to look but found myself strangely interested. I started noting how different it was to my own. With her task completed Chantelle placed the scissors on the nearby tray. I then heard the familiar sound of a microwave coming to the end of its cycle. Robyn walked out of my view and returned with a white plastic dish. I wondered what might be it. Perhaps these perverts were into food play and they were going to cover us in some warm food?
How wrong I was! Once I had a better view I recognised immediately what was in the tray. It was hot wax! But who was to be waxed? I did not have to wait too long to have my question answered. The tray way placed on a small table nearby and Jacque the Trainee sat herself on a suitable low stall. She then wheeled her stall between Yolanda’s open legs. The table was then wheeled into place. She reached forward and took the brush and with confidence dipped it in the molten wax. She brushed off the excess and then slowly guided the brush towards its target.

The first hot stroke was placed in a line between Yolanda’s navel and her pubis. She writhed and gave out a faint scream. I remembered having my first leg wax. I thought I would be scolded and scared for life! But I knew that once the wax touched the skin it cooled and that no damage would be caused. Poor Yolanda had obviously not been informed of this important fact. With every application she begged for it to stop. The trainee had now covered every inch of flesh in her pubic area, apart from her most sensitive pink lips. 

I had noticed that the lips had become engorged whilst the waxing was taking place. The warm sensation around her genitals had obviously caused some unwelcomed arousal. I was sympathetic. My nipples seem to have a mind of their own, as do my juices. The more I try not to focus on sex the worse it is! The woman’s hand moved forward, the brush dripping with its white fluid. She placed the bristles on the skin just above the hood of her labia. Then she drew down. The fine bristles moved, the hot wax was driven between the dainty folds of flesh, the girl gasp with a strange noise of pain and pleasure.

All went still for a few moments. Then Robyn moved forward. She reached forth and found an edge of the set wax just below the navel. She began easing the wax from the flesh. I knew this to be strange sensation and not at all painful if no hair is present. Soon she had loosened around most the circumference. Then she took a firm grasp of the wax. She seemed to wait a moment as though to build up the tension. The others looked on eagerly. Chantelle was staining her long neck to get a better view. They seemed keen that I could see everything. At all times no one got in my field of vision. It was as though they were putting on a floorshow for me. 

Then a terrible squeal came forth from Yolanda. It reminded me of when she had trapped her finger in the jam of the door a few years ago. That sadistic bitch Robyn had torn the wax from her virginal flesh. I could see it in her had. She held it up like a trophy! She made a point of making sure I could see the mould of the young girl’s sex complete with her pubic hair, so cruelly ripped from her tender folds. 

Chantelle then moved towards her friend. She had in her hand a tub of something. I tried not to look at Robyn who was laughing and still holing the wax. The top was removed and I could see it was body cream. Yolanda dug in her long fingers and took out a generous amount. She then placed the cold cream on Yolanda’s stinging gentiles. I could almost feel the coolness and the relief. Chantelle then began to spread out the cream making sure every bit of the reddened and bald flesh was covered. I then observed Chantelle seemed to be enjoying her task a little too much! Within in moments one of her fingers had found its way between Yolanda’s labia and was rubbing purposely up and down stimulating her clitoris it the process.