Crystal's true master makes an appearance...

Crystal felt the barest caress to her pussy when the sky went black. The city streets outside the limo were gone, and the familiar sensation of a car in motion was gone. Now it almost felt like the were floating on water, the car rocking gently back and forth. She could no longer see the man across from her but wasn't too worried about it at the moment. She could feel the tattoos rushing across her skin in the darkness. She felt a significant compression to her body. She had been clothed again, in something extremely tight.

"WHAT IS THIS?!? WHO DARES!?!" the man screamed. Crystal could hear him fumbling in the darkness. The interior light came on, revealing what the tattoos had done. Crystal and the man took the sight of it in together. Her outfit was back, only more extreme. The corset was leather, and much tighter, significantly reducing her waist. The ruffled skirt from before had been replaced with a short, black petticoat. The cruel heels adorning her feet gleamed in the low light. The darkness outside the car windows seethed, moving like smoke or liquid. Like Crystal's tattoo.

The man looked around nervously, sweat beading on his brow. He looked from Crystal to the doll in his hand. He blew on it again, and while Crystal could feel the breath on her exposed skin, the clothes remained. He reached between the doll's legs with his finger. Crystal flinched, but not from what her was doing. Something cold had flowed tightly around her waist and between her legs before solidifying. The man poked the doll's groin desperately, but Crystal was unaffected. She pulled up the petticoat to reveal a smooth black strip over her genitals. She had been made chaste.

Pleasure assaulted Crystal from all points as the ink flowed out from under her clothes in complex patterns, covering her until her visible skin was more tattoo than pale flesh. She squirmed there as they both felt a presence approach. The man bolted for the door, but the living darkness outside sealed him in.

"SHE'S MINE," a disembodied, inhuman voice bellowed. "ACCEPT YOUR PUNISHMENT AND BE GLAD YOU KEEP YOUR LIFE."

The man desperately tried to get the door open. Crystal watched with some satisfaction as ink appeared on his forehead.