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For several years after our divorce Erla kept pestering me. One time with an anonimous letter, then again with a silant phone call.

It became more serious when a girl friend of mine got a letter in the mail, accusing me of cheating, telling that I ws bi-sexual, etc. etc.

Now, it is true that I was thinking about revenge already for a long time.

But how, was the problem. I would need money and didn't have that... so nothing came from it.

A couple of years after our divorce, I visited a long lost uncle in the Far East. He had lived an adventurous life and told me a lot of stories.

I told him about how my ex had treated me and how she had lied to me and had cheated me many times.

To my utter surprise I got a letter from a lawyer one day, telling me that this uncle had passed away and had left me all he owned ! !

Suddenly I had no money problems anymore as this uncle had amassed quite a fortune. It included a villa in the Far East and a big yacht !

It didn't take me long and I was living like a prince,  girl friends galore,  they presented them selves one after the other. Fighting each other for my attention...

I enjoyed it very much of course, but something kept gnawing on me. namely Erla, my ex.

I just had ti get even with her... They say: don't  get mad, get even.

I started to fantasize some plans.

Slowly the plans become more real, I had no financial limits !

Money was NO PROBLEM ! !

To the yacht had a crew of three Orientals. I explained shortly what I was planning. If they had any objections, I would pay them off with a fat bonus. If they came along with me I would triple their wages !

They stayed.

Bill, a friend of mine, had been in all kinds of trouble in his life and laughed his head off when he heard of my wild plans."Count me in !"

Bill became the would be owner of the yacht. He moved it to California, close to Erla's apartment.

A meeting was arranged and as soon as she smelled money, she fell for him like a ton of bricks.

After a few months of dating her, he anounced that he wanted to sail to the Orient.

She pleaded him to take her along !

She quit her job and moved out of the apartment and onto the boat, as if she had all her life lived in that kind of luxury. She treated the crew like they were slaves...

Bill screwed the hell out of her and she enthousiastically  let him ! !

The fun started not untill after they had reached the Orient.

One day in a small harbor, they got a visitor.... Me...! !

I'm sure she smelled a rat, but where could she run ?

She was trapped. As soon as we were out at sea , the fun started.

I told her to go sit in the fighting chair on the aft deck.

Haughtily she asked who I though that I was.

She figured that as the girl of the owner she she had that clout.

I called two crew members and they forced her on the fighting chair.

A fighting chair is meant for sport fishermen, but doubles nicely as a barbers chair....

The men fastened her arms and legs, while she was screaming her head off...

When she saw that Bill was calmly watching her, she knew that she was trapped.

She felt the cold steel ofthe scissors in her neck...

She pleaded, not to cut her long jet black hair appealing to Bill, still not understanding the situation.

I moved the scissors up to the hairline in the back and ... schchippp.... About eightteen inches of hair fell to the deck !The wind swiftly moved it and dropped it in the ocean....

I slowly worked around her head.

The men were grinning and laughing. I had a big bulge in my pants and I guess the others too.

Cutting off a woman's hair is a sensuous thing, no doubt, but cutting it off againsst her will, his a hell of a sensuous thing....

I had to contain myself not to cream in my jeans....

Erla's long hair was not flowing in the wind anymore, the wind just moved one lock after another off the deck, never to be seen anymore....

Her long neck became much more apparent..

Slowly but very surely Erla got a very short haircut.

I cut her bangs straightacross her forehead and took out the electric clippers to do her neck..

The longest hair was on her cheeks, just in front of her ears and a little higher than her earlobes....

When we turned her loose, she was so pissed that she attacked me with her long nails....

With the result that we cut her nails off too, real short and the promise that if she would try to bite we would pull her teeth too...

That made her behave !!

We let her be for about a week, enjoying looking at her.

I she had only known what more was waiting for her....

Watching her, I noticed a difference in her...She treated the crew better and she was less haughty.

Me, she tried to avoid as much as possible, knowing well that I wasn't finished with her...

We gunkholed from one romantic spot to another. It would have been a dream for her if it wasn't for my presence !

When I had enough of her looks, I directed her to the chair again.

This time she didn't have to be forced, but she complained bitterly....

I made ssure though that, again, she was fastened well.

This time I took out the clippers and went to work on her....

About an inch from the middle I parted her hair.

I started the clippers.

Erla cringed when she heard that...

Neatly along the part I cut all hair away !

One strip of skin after the other became visible. it reminded me of a wheat field just after harvesting....

Carefully I shaved all the hair away, right down to in her neck.Then I combed a part on the other side and repeated the process..

The left over hair on top I cut carefully down to about three quaters ofan inch, leaving her with a glorious Mohawk !!  The crew had of course been watching again and applauded !!

But I wasn't done yet ! Hair will grow out again and I wanted something more permanent for Erla.

So I got out my piercing equipment.

I pierced her ears all along the edge with fifteen holes and put rings in them in increasung size from top to bottom.

I did that on both sides, not bothering to put a ring in the hole in her earlobes. She had had them pierced a long time ago and had made a big deal about her bravery !

When all thirty rings were in place I took out some more specialized tools.

I cut a slot of about five millimeters vertcally in her earlobe,  leaving enough meat on the bottom...

In the hole she got,what is known as a flesh tunnel. That is supposed to keep the hole open until it has healed.

She got both ears done !! She bitched about pain, but we did pay no attention to that.

Yet I was not done with her.

"And now the nose ring yet !"

That,she objected violently to, but could not prevent me from pushing  a leather cutting pliers in her nostrils.

The thing was actually too big for her nose and I had to work it slowly in place.

Just above the fleshy part of the septum there is a place of nothing but skin. That's where I had to get the pliers.

With a small needle nose pair of pliers I pulled the fleshy part down.

She moaned pitiously and screamed when I squeezed the cutter shut !Erla had a nice big hole in her septum to accomodate a huge shiny ring...

Ihad the rings specially made. There was a hardened steel cable inside that would resist a hacksaw and the ens were so constucted that once squeezed shut it would lock permanently.

Maybe `I was getting carried away a bit, but I removed her shirt with the scissors and went to work on her nipples...

 I cut a five mellimeter hole through the nipple, very much like I had done to her ears and inserted a big ring..., this time she really screamed.

When I did the other tit, she actually lost her voice, yelling and screaming.

But Erla had now all kinds of shiny adorning rings ...

WE figured that was enough for one siting and untied her again.

We of course, didn't allow her to weara shirt again...

The next en days or so we took good care of the holes I had cut in her, so they would not get infected. All of them healed up nicely !

"Well, that is more permanent than her haircut" said Bill admiring her as he took out his camera to make some intersting portraits of her.

"Next thing willbe very permanent, I assure you..." I said.

One of the crew was sent ashore to get help for the next operation.

That was going to be the grandest of them all...

After a couple of days they came. Two native men each witha neat suitcase.

Erla notced that both of them were tattooed....

I tried to explain what I wanted them to do, Erla overheard part of the conversation. One of the men said "Wan alm. ome man, today"

She tried to make outwhat theywere talking about.

It turned out that he had said: "One arm, one man,two days"....

This time Erla resisted violently,' noooo....., no tattooinbg..... noooo....."

Shewas never the less placed on the chair again, screaming and crying....: "Oh god, nooo, pleaeaease don't tattoo meee...."

The men unpacked their suitcases and set ip teir equipment.

Her arms were prepared. They shaved them sarefullu to remove what ever fuzz may have been there, then they desinfected them carefully.

Erla kept screaming and pleading...

The electric guns were plugged inand the fun started...!

She heard the buzzing sound and felt a scratching on her skin... The first black line was in her skin..., to stay forever...

Erla freaked out completely now...

She swore at me like atruck driver and next prayed to god that itwould be onlya nightmare.... She cried and moaned all day...

That day they did all the outlining, from her shoulders to on the back of her hands.

She cied herself tosleep that night.

The next day they put the colors in. She  was a spectacular sight !!

The tattoo artista worked on her daily for about a minth... Her whole body got covered. The last was her face ! She got bright red lipps outlined in black and a heavy eyeliner with blue eye shadow. Her eyebrows were removed electronically and she got a big tattoo on her forehead to replace her eyebrows.

After a yearand a half I got tired of her, Billhad had connections with a big fancy brothel there and one day the owner showed up.

He offered to buy Er;a.

A deal was made and she became the prperty of a very rich pimp !

It seems that kept her as a pet, for his amusement and for his special customers...

And tha was the story of Er;a, the tattooed woman !!

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