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profession.
    “I’m fine, thanks. And thanks so much for your concern.” Something in her didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of getting her admit it hurt this much already. Submissive, yes, but not a wimp. Not a baby. Definitely not a quitter. She viewed herself as strong and independent and tough. Able to take whatever someone dished out. No whining, was her motto. Usually.
    But this was something else. She caught her breath again as a new wave of pain hit, completely erasing any snarkiness she’d managed to put on just a moment before. “Oh fuck YES it hurts!”
    “Hurts just a little, huh?” Mark’s eyes narrowed. “But I bet your pussy is wet as fuck right now. Let’s just check on that, shall we?”
    The sharp, searing pain stopped and she relaxed her entire body, surprised to realize how tightly she’d been holding herself, holding every muscle, every nerve, in a strained, protective posture – the body’s natural defense against an assault, against slow, sustained wounding.
    Great. So there are actually two kinds of pain in this. There’s fresh, immediate, searing pain while he is actively scarring me for life with that thing, and then there’s the throbbing spreading hot pain of the open wounds after he STOPS. God, I am so very, very fucked. This is insane.
    Mark pulled off the black glove on his right ha nd with a snapping noise, like a surgeon coming out of an operating room. He tossed it into a red plastic bin on the floor. Hazmat. Janna lay still, aware of the incredible wetness between her legs. His bare fingers stroked the outside of her pussy as he held her in his dark gaze.
    “So, Janna. Do you want me to touch you?” His eyebrow raised, his dark eyes meeting hers. “Ask. Ask me.”
    “I – Yeah, I do.”
    “Ask.”
    “No, I can’t … just–”
    “Ask.”
    “Touch me, touch me, please. God.”
    Mark lightly slid a finger back and forth over her moist pussy lips, teasing, stroking. She involuntarily jerked a little in response, her entire groin area arching up slightly to meet his touch. The heat in her arm wounds pulsed and now seemed to blend with the heat in her pussy.
    “Oh God, please, Mark … just do it, please,” she moaned and closed her eyes, her breathing coming faster. She wanted his fingers inside her. Now.
    “Jesus, look at this wet cunt,” Mark rasped, still stroking just the soft smoothness of her outer labia. “Little Janna is a pain slut, I think. Big turn on for you, isn’t it, Janna?”
    She moaned again, squirming, trying to make his fingers touch her throbbing clit. Dammit, just touch me already. Rub my fucking clit. Fuck.
    “No, I don’t think so, Janna. Not now.” He withdraw his hand completely, then tugged a fresh black glove from the dispenser box on the table and started pulling it onto his fingers.
    Are you fucking kidding me? !
    “See, i t doesn’t work like that. I’ll give you what you want when you answer some questions for me. Let’s play a game.”
    The gun buzzed back to life.

Chapter 5
     
    The needle pressed in again on the tender skin of her inner arm, near her armpit, and she bit her lip hard and mouthed a silent “fuck!” to try to control her reaction – not that it helped. Every nerve ending was already inflamed, heated, raw, screaming. And now there was more pain.
    Jesus Christ. New pain on top of the old pain. This is fucked up. Why does he have to press so hard? Is that really necessary? Shit!
    “OK, Janna,” he said quietly, “I’m going to ask you questions and you’re going to answer me honestly. The only way I lift the gun off you to give you a rest for a few seconds is if you answer honestly. Clear?”
    She nodded, still wincing as the tattoo gun whined along her wounded flesh.
    “First question. When you touch yourself, what do you think about?” He kept working, swiping hard at her arm to wipe off more blood and ink.
    “Jesus, Mark,” she felt a flush of heat in her face. Nothing near the heat coming