Katie doesn't make it far

Katie ran for her car. She made it in then the ring spoke. "Drive to a tattoo parlor."

Katie drove to the tatoo parlor where she had gotten a small heart tattooed on her hip.

"Now go inside and ask for a bullseye on your ass with the center being your rectum. Allow the artist to give that to you."

Katie whimpered and tried to resist.

Suddenly she felt as if someone had rammed two huge dildos up her and they started vibrating. Then she felt as if somene were twisting her nipples. "No whimpering. Act like this is all your idea, and you enjoy it!"

Katie stopped whimpering. She got out of the car, and the sensations stopped. She walked into the tatoo parlor. The way she looked drew some attention from the two tattoo artists. One was tattooing a Celtic armband around some preppy college boy's arm, and the other was reading a Mad Magazine. "May I help you?" said the one reading the magazine.

"I would like a bullseye on my ass with the center being my rectum," said Katie with fake enthusiasm.

"Seriously?" asked the man. He was about 30 with a goattee, a beer gut and was wearing an Oakland Raiders jersey and a pair of cargo shorts.

"Yes, please," said Katie.

"OK, I guess that'll be around $100," he said.

"That's fine," said Katie.

Soon she was on her hands and knees on a soft massage table, and wincing as the needle did its work.