#menah

Ink

Meulin was out of ink. That might not be a problem for most people, but pens were in limited quantity in this purgatory. Meulin had asked Menah to help her with her pen problem, at which point Menah took her to an ink processing plant she had gone past dozens of times when Beforus still existed. The creepiness of the place freaked Meulin out. Here they were in the ghost ruins of her dead planet, looking for ink.

“This way, hurry the fuck up, I have somewhere to be soon,” Menah exclaimed as she shut the door behind them. Menah grabbed Meulin’s hand, practically dragging her through the factory floor to the giant vat standing at the center.

“Up here, I think there’s an opening where we can get a refill for your stupid pen.”

Meulin tried to sign that she had a bad feeling about this place, but Menah had already started up the stairs expecting Meulin to follow. Meulin sighed and started climbing as well. She kept trying to catch up to Menah until they reached the top, out of breath. Before them was a swinging vault door into the vat.

Menah opened the door, allowing Meulin to peer in. Seeing no ink, she looked back to ask Menah what they were supposed to do next. Menah, however, said “Lean in you idiot, it might not be full but you might be able to reach some,” as she handed Meulin a cup.

Meulin took the cup and leaned in, trying to see if a level lower than them had ink. However, Menah pushed the surprised troll into the vat. She tumbled down, being suddenly caught by a net. She tried to climb the walls around her, but the cylinder vat was entirely smooth on the inside.

Menah raced down to the level she set her net. And opened an air duct at the level. Menah then put on her gas mask as she released a chemical agent from a container next to her, letting it into the vat.

Meulin, scared, kept breathing faster and faster, unknowingly racing to an unfavorable fate. The room grew hotter and hotter, she felt like her skin was on fire. No longer caring for taboo, Meulin took her clothing off, blushing at the heat and nudity she was facing. Th heat continued unabated though and Meulin felt like she was melting. As she reached up to wipe the excess of sweat from her brow, meulin noticed how sweaty her hand was. And it was dripping Pure black.

Frightened, she looked down at her body, noticing this was affecting her whole body, black liquid dripping to the bottom of the container with a *plink*. The speed increased along with the heat as the liquid poured faster and faster from Meulin. It sounded like rainfall in the container as Meulin’s arms and legs melted away into pure ink along with the rest of her body. As the last drops fell, she was collecting at the bottom to the same quantity as her old body weight.

Hearing the rainfall cease, Menah strolled to the bottom of the vat to the main control console. Selecting the fuschia color option, dye was applied to the ink in the vat and mixed together until all the ink was the color Menah desired. Menah then filled three container’s worth of ink before heading to Porrim’s place.

Once there, Porrim opened the door and stood to the side as Menah smiled widely carrying a contained of ink. Porrim sighed into her hand.

“You know I have ink here, right? Where did you even get all that?” Porrim questioned, shutting the door behind Menah.

“I had some at my place, I always wanted a badass tattoo, I stocked up a bit too much though. I have some other containers in this shade if you want them.”

“Sure, more ink is never a bad thing I guess.”

Porrim lead Menah into a room where a table had already been cleared. Pulling off her underwear and pants, Menay flopped onto the table and then turned over onto her side, exposing her ass.

“You still want that imperial symbol on the left cheek, right?” Porrim asked. Unpacking her tattoo equipment next to the table.

“Yeah im sure, I’ve been sure for months now.” Menah said as Porrim moved a chair close to Menah. She plugged in the gun and dipped the vial into the container Menah had brought over. She looked up puzzled when she heard Menah giggle above her.

Porrim looked up with a puzzled expression. What would cause Menah to laugh? Menah tried to stop giggling, putting a hand to her mouth saying. “Sorry, im nervous. This is my first tattoo.”

Noortje had a wonderful wedding with herself. She sinked deeper into her other self and exchanged vows. A kiss with a mirror ended her emotional bondage. The yellow fabrics are tie-dyed by yours-truly. Drawings by Menah.

Athena & Lucas had a very special naked bondage wedding in a private session at night. Two witnesses made live drawings to register the ceremony. I felt very charged and happy after this one.