Chapter 5

Allison closed her eyes and tried as hard as she could not to bite her already swollen and bloody bottom lip. The stinging pain above her shoulder blades had become a general feeling of numb, dry agony.

"How're you doing love?" Dell had been sitting by her side the last four hours as the large man tattoo'd her upper back. "You need a rest?"

The blonde kept her eyes closed and stayed unresponsive. She had long since stopped pleaded for the man to stop or for Dell to help her fight him off. After the first hour of non-consensual labeling, the two had unstrapped her waist from around the back of the chair and untied her hands. She had no more energy to fight.

After a few moments of quiet, Dell sighed and ran a small pale hand through the doctor's bangs; the rest of her hair was swept up in a bun to keep it out of the way. "Alright then." The woman looked at the man and shrugged.

A few seconds later the buzz of the needle sounded up again, but still Allison remained quiet. She had to, for she knew if she started to cry from the built up shock of everything that had happened to her the past 24 hours, she wouldn't be able to stop.

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Remy hadn't moved from the overstuffed chair she'd sat down in after first arriving in the 'den', as the women called it. She had uncurled her legs from her chest though, and was now laying with her upper body against one cushioned arm and her legs thrown over the other. Cory had given her a blanket, which she now clung to like a child.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed for there was no clock or windows in the room. The other girls had left her alone for the most part; none showing hostility, but more because they understood her need to be left alone to come to terms with everything.

Soon, despite her best efforts to remain alert, she found herself drifting off into sleep. There was a general lull of voices echoing through the room that had a calming effect on her, though she wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was like 'white noise', or something. She didn't care. She closed her eyes and let out a yawn.

"I wouldn't fall asleep if I were you." A low resinant voice spoke up a few feet behind her. Remy jerked awake at the intrusion into her personal space and craned her neck and upper body around so she could see who this person was.

The woman was maybe a few inches shorter than herself but quite stocky and intimidating. Her hair was cut short, barely falling over her ears. She had on similar attire to what Cory had been wearing, though managed to make the outfit look more risque. That was probably due to the fact her tank top barely covered her midrift and was so tight, Remy wouldn't have been surprised if at any moment the fabric gave way at the seams.

"I'm Olga; don't look so scared, I won't bite. Unless I have a reason to…" The woman flashed Remy a half smile, half grin and crossed her arms over her large chest. "They should be coming for us soon to take us to the bunker."

Remy didn't like the sound of that. "Bunker?" Her voice was hesitant and raw from lack of water. It wasn't that she hadn't been offered something to eat or drink, she just hadn't felt well enough to accept anything. Now she was wishing she had at least taken a bottle of water.

Olga came around the chair so Remy didn't have to twist to see her, though remained still a good distance away. Perhaps she knew her appearance was intimidating. Or maybe she just did it without a purpose or thinking. "It's where we sleep." Suddenly, as if they had been listening, the door opened and two men entered the room.

These men weren't dressed in black or held any sort of weapon; they seemed like any normal guy you'd meet on the street. Neither of them spoke aloud, but all the girls began to pull themselves from their seats on the couches or floor and drifted towards them.

Remy looked to Olga, as if asking if it were safe. The woman simply held her arm out, offering her hand. Hesitating for a moment, Remy reached out and took her hand and allowed herself to be helped off her chair. As soon as she was on her feet their connection was broken. Without any further prompting, the brunette took a deep breath and followed the girls out of the room.

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The tattoo on Allisons back had been transformed into a large tiger that started across and down her left shoulder then wound around so it's back legs and tail were on her side. It was nearly as long as her upper body was; the tail of the best an few inches above her hip bone.

The only reason she knew what was being imprinted on her was from Dell's description of it. She hadn't moved from the chair in almost eight hours, though it felt more like days. "Don't worry love, it's almost done." The petite woman tried to reassure her.

The blonde had given up on trying to remain stoic and was crying silently with her cheek pressed against the head of the chair. She'd worn her voice out hours ago. "Okay." It was barely a whisper but it was as good a response as she could offer.

Dell responded with a small sympathetic smile. Allison was by far the strongest woman she had seen tattooed. Most of them broke down after an hour or two, even though they knew their mark was going to take several sessions. The blonde wasn't even given that luxery but had outlasted them all.

Soon the buzz of the needle ceased and more relief than she'd ever thought possible washed over her. She felt the large man move away from her and then heard the tool he'd been using being placed on a tray. Soon a slightly damp cloth was being rubbed down over the most recent part of her tattoo. She knew it was bleeding.

The man finished cleaning her up and then placed a very large bandage of some sort over the entire work of art. It was taped into place. Allison had closed her eyes and was practically hugging the back of the chair. "Could you give us a few moments before you take her to the bunker?" She heard Dell ask the man. He must have agreed because there was the sound of footsteps and then the opening and closing of a door.

"Are you alright hun?" The australian woman stood up from the seat she'd taken next to Allison and placed a gentle hand on the woman's untouched shoulder. The blonde sniffled but didn't answer. Once more Dell shifted so she was standing practically in front of the girls turned head. The small woman moved her hand and cupped Allisons chin, tilting it up until their eyes could make contact. Dell hesitated in asking, but finally, "So how many times?"

Allison scrunched her face up in puzzlement. "How many times what?" Her voice was still soft yet scratchy. Her entire body was coated with sweat and now that the attention had left her back, she was more aware of how uncomfortable she was pressed into the faux leather specially tailored chair.

Dell cocked her head to the side before responding. "How many times did you cum?"

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Authors Note: Bwah! I was gonna go further in that scene but felt it was better left a cliffhanger ;) next chapter, the two girls will be re-uinited :) and the drama shall begin! Or, continue, depending how you look at it. Review please! :D