You get marked.

Becca tests the needle in the air making sure everything is working as intended before putting it down and pulling a sketch book along with a ballpoint pen. She focuses intently on the sketch book for a few minutes, drawing as she goes.

Meanwhile Sarah has found herself a chair and is currently occupied leaning back on it and checking her phone. Leaving you more or less to your own devices for now.

You study your surroundings for a bit, taking in the various sketches of tattoos hanging on the walls. In another time and place you might have found yourself appreciating the work gone into creating these works of art. Right now you're mostly restless and nervous, seeing as your naked in the parlor and you're going to be openly marked as someones bitch. You clamp down on these second thoughts, figuring they will do you no good at this point anyway.

Out of the corner of your eye you notice Becca putting down her sketch book, seemingly satisfied. "Sarah, come check the design out real quick!"

Sarah rises from her chair, locking her phone as she goes and makes her way over. Taking the sketch book from Becca she looks it over, a pleased grin appearing on her face. "This'll do nicely, I want this one.." Sarah looks over at you and your heart skips a beat at the look she sends your way. "..go ahead and do it Becca."

Nodding her assent, Becca sets up the sketch book next to the chair so she's got a good look at it before pulling out the needle, switching it on and leaning in over you.

You scream in agony as Becca begins the process of marking your skin, sterilizing it first and then going to town with the needle, none too gently. The tattooing drags on for what seems to be hours, but is probably near that long as you try to steel yourself to the pain. Despite yourself you feel tears running down your cheeks and grunts of pain escape you every now and then.

Surprisingly, Sarah pulls up her chair next to you and comforts you as Becca works at tattooing your lower stomach. "You're my bitch.." Sarah whispers in your ear. "..and my bitch can take all the pain dished out, can't you?" Focusing on her voice, you nod your head and the pain somehow seems more bearable.

"That's a good bitch.." Sarahs voice drones on in your, almost hypnotizing you. "..going to look all nice and sexy for me.." Her voice blocks out anyone other thoughts in your head. "..marked up as MY bitch!"

The rest of the tattoo session drags on in pretty much the same way, Becca working at the tattoo and Sarah indoctrinating you with her dirty talk, of being her bitch, her pussy in that casual yet cruel sadistic tone that she seems to have mastered.

Eventually Becca switches off the needle and puts it away, stretching as she does. "There, that should do it!"

"Becca, you've really outdone yourself this time!" Sarah sounds obviously pleased and you glance down and see the first glimpse of your new tattoo. From your point of view it's obviously upside down yet you can make out the text and it reads Sarahs bitch. What stands out however is the depth of the letters, standing out in deep black, shaded in a nice purple tone.

"Now you're really marked as my bitch." Looking over you see Sarah looking mighty pleased and you smile weakly in return. "Go on Sarah, get this pussy out of here before I get some paying customers in here!"

Urged on by Sarah you shuffle into your clothes, tattoo stinging as you pull on your underwear and and your pants. After Sarah finishes saying goodbye to Becca she makes her way back to the car with you trailing in her wake.