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little.  It’s a much more fitting tribute now rather than just looking like a skull in a photo frame.
     
    Because there’s a slight curve to my spine Joe asks me to sit back to front on a high stool in front of him, it will keep the skin tighter, making the end result look better.  I straddle the stool, placing my arms on the padded backrest.  I remove my shirt, sitting there in just my bra and shorts. Joe’s not much for small talk, he just likes to concentrate on his work, which is fine by me.  He reaches for the remote control, upping the volume on the music filtering through the speaker system.  Picking up his tattoo gun he starts work, and for the next few hours I lose myself remembering the man I am getting inked for.
     
    The first time I met Satan was at a party in the Carnal MC clubhouse. It was one of many, but this one was special to me. It was the night I was going to finally have Satan. As always when he walked in he looked fucking hot and I desperately wanted him to choose me.  I was just one of many club whores that night, all wanting some Carnal dick inside of us. Gathering up my courage, I sidled up to him, drawing my long painted nail down his bare chest.  He looked so fuckable in his tight leather laced up trousers and black leather cut. His bare tattooed chest on show for me to drool over.
     
    “What can I do for you tonight?” I purred in what I thought was my most seductive voice. It usually makes any man drool at my feet and gets me anything I want, but as I knew already, Satan was no ordinary man.
     
    He turned and looked me up and down. There was no lust on his face, just clinical appraisal. The way his eyes addressed me, didn’t make me feel sexy or desired at all.
     
    “I suppose you’ll do.  For now.” He added.  Way to go Satan.
     
    Make a woman feel wanted why don’t you.  Of course I kept my mouth shut, I wasn’t stupid.  Satan had a reputation as a great fuck, but a cruel man. A deadly, evil man. The last whore who opened her mouth to him was found dead in the woods a few days later, the tell tale ‘S’ scored into her chest. Even with that knowledge, I knew that I wanted him. The chance of a great fuck outweighing the possibility of being killed.
     
    In the middle of the clubhouse, Satan opened his trousers and pulled out his impressive cock. The sight of it had me wet in an instant. He was pierced and huge, with veins pulsing down his length. We were in a room full of people but he ignored them all. Only interested in his own pleasure. “On your knees. If you suck me off and do a good job of it I might just fuck you on a bed, if not I’ll fuck you on that table over there.” He gestured to the pool table.  So fucking cliché, but right now I really didn’t care. He sounded harsh, but this is what he was famous for amongst the Carnal whores. Only the bravest girls approached Satan, and I couldn’t wait for my turn. Call me crazy, but I was craving him.
     
    I must have done a passable job at sucking his dick because he took me to his room and fucked me all night long.  His reputation didn’t do him justice.  He was the best fuck I’ve ever had. No man since has matched up, and I doubt they ever will.  He was also the most selfish man I’ve ever slept with.  The more he ignored my needs, and the more he hurt me, the better it was.  I guess I’m one sick and twisted puppy to have taken so much pleasure from it. But who cares?
     
    That was six years ago.  Six long, lonely years where I was nothing more than an occasional thought.  It was probably safer that way. Too many of his conquests ended up dead. Satan played dangerously, the more pain he inflicted the harder he got.  Sometimes he got so lost in what he was doing he’d go too far.  The tattoo on my chest is testament to that. Joe had to do some pretty intense cover work to cover up the scars from all the knife work Satan inflicted on me that night.
     
    Despite the scars, that night left me