Author's Note: This could happen


Chapter 1

Matt was somewhat successful, single, worked as a financial planner and at only 29 yrs old had managed to build a very nice client base. He was liked by everyone, and while he had built a nice life and had a high income, he didn't flaunt it. He had a beautiful condo in the city, yet he drove a modest automobile, he was not flashy and worked hard to save his money and just enjoy his friends. Many girls tried to tie him down and hoped for marriage, but Matt just wasn't ready, but he was never mean or cruel. He as decent looking guy, very gentle.

He was in real need of a vacation. The long hours had taken a toll on him and he needed to get some rest, learn again how to have fun, meet new people. 70 hrs a week in the office was making Matt miserable. Living in Dallas made it easy for him to go into Mexico, into the mountains, spend a couple of weeks just exploring the towns an culture. Luckily Matt had taken Spanish in college so he felt comfortable that he could navigate the Spanish speaking country, at least enough to get around. Matt decided to not tell anyone where he was going, his employer only knew he was on a two week vacation. He was a little concerned about the potential of crime in Mexico and thus decided to rent a car and leave his at home safe in his garage. With his rental car obtained, laptop, cell phone, passport, wallet and suitcase all packed into his car, he headed off to Mexico for two weeks. His first stop would be nuevo laredo, about an 8 hr drive from his Dallas condo. He did not want to arrive at night so he left at 6am. He called ahead and got a room at La Casa Grande. Best of all, Matt loved mexican food.

Matt got through the border checkpoint just fine and by 2pm had checked into the hotel around 2pm, and decided to explore the town. I was not a large town but the centre where the hotel was located had a bustling atmosphere with street vendors,cantinas, and beggars. Matt politely avoided the beggars and browsed the shops for a while. A few blocks from the hotel he came across a seedy area of the town, adult stores, a tattoo shop and hookers. As the hookers approached him he avoided them by running into the tattoo shop. He had never been in one before although he had thought someday he might get a small tattoo, hidden of course. As he closed the door and turned around he was greeted by a beautiful 18 yr old mexcian girl at the reception desk. Her dark hair in a pony tail, a few ear piercings, a nose stud, belly ring and a cute flower peaking up from under her pants reaching her navel. "Hola, hablas espanol" she said to me, I replied I spoke better english, and luckily she spoke english. She laughed as I told her I had ducked into her shop to avoid the hookers. "Don't worry, I get off in 5 minutes, they will think you're with me". I thanked her, but she went on to say "but you will buy me dinner and some drinks, and maybe we will see where it goes, would you like that"? I am sure the bulge in my pants was not missed by her as she glanced down then back to my face with a radiant beautiful smile.

She then told me she was also a tattoo apprentice and would I like to let her practice tattooing me, just a small tattoo. "I am not sure, but maybe later" I replied. She went to the back of the shop and packed a small tool box with a tattoo machine, some inks, needles and other supplies. "Just in case Matt" she said as she winked at me. We walked out the tattoo shop, she locked up and we headed back towards my hotel where the nicer restaurants and shops were. As we're walking she told me her story, her parents were killed when she was 14 by drug lords, mistaken identity, she was an only child, the tattoo shop owner is her uncle, he took her in, but his apartment is too small with his wife and three kids, so she is homeless, most nights she will sleep in the shop, other nights on the streets. She was not able to finish highschool but she learned pretty good street smarts. She squeezed my hand as she told me she did not have a boyfriend and then told me she thought I was handsome. I told her a little about me, my education, that I lived in Dallas, no girlfriend (that made her smile), i did not divulge that I was financially comfortable. She brought me to her favorite restaurant and for the first time in a long time I was enjoying myself, with a beautiful girl and completely relaxed, not thinking about work at all.

After dinner I offered to walk her back to the shop, but she said it was too dangerous for me to then walk back without a local like her to protect me. They all knew her and her uncle, she was becoming my safety net. "Emilia, I don't want to say this the wrong way, but would you like to crash at my hotel room, it is large with a bed and a sofa". She smiled, looked down, then back at up me and said gracias. We actually both just crashed early that night, no sex, i wanted her to see a real gentleman, i was falling for her. The next morning after showers and breakfast, her shop was closed it was Sunday, I took her shopping for new clothes. She was thrilled, after $400 she had a wardrobe that she had never imagined before. We went for lunch and then she took the wheel of the car and drove me to some beautiful parts of the area that a tourist would never experience. We got back to the town, I asked if she wanted again to stay with me at the nice hotel, she jumped and screamed yes, then she said "I am going to give you a present tonite for being so nice to me".

We got back to the hotel and this time we slept in the same bed. She rolled towards me, took my face in her hands and gave me a long sensual kiss. We both naked and explored each other body for what seems like hours, and as I rolled on top of her she stopped me, said she was virgin, and wanted to wait, but tonite she said i would lose my virginity, my tattoo virginity. I tried to protest but she climbed on top of me, kissed me, put her boob and my mouth and told me to suck it. While i was totally lost in her soft warm boob, I did not see her reach under the bed for the tool bag she had packed at the tattoo shop. She pulled something out and stretched my arms over my head and while still with her boob in my mouth she handcuffed each wrist to the metal bed frame. I tugged my arms and realized what she had done, but she calmed me down and said "trust me, I am a very good artist". She then explained because tattoos hurt she needed to secure my legs by the ankles so I didn't move or kick and ruin the art work she planned. She then blindfolded me.

"Matt, I am going to put a small tattoo on your foot, but I don't want you to see it right now, and nobody will see it except me, I will let you see it later after it has healed". She got her equipment ready, I was impressed with how she was so good about sterilized needles. I noticed she only put black ink into a small cup, no other colors, she dipped the needle into the ink, grabbed by foot firmly and began tattooing my right toe. I had no idea it would hurt this much and no idea what she was permanently etching into my skin. I could feel the needle working the top and sides of my big toe, it seemed was tattooing from the beginning of the toe all the way to the toe nail. "Matt, you're doing great, not too bad right?" I think i grunted something back, she continued with "you have been so nice to me Matt, lunches, dinners, all my new clothes, i nice hotel room, and now letting me practice my tattooing on you". I tried to say something but she then stopped, put down the tattoo machine, she took of her panties and put them in my mouth and said "Matt you're too noisy, I have to concentrate". She announced she had finished tattooing the toe, and then to my surprise said "you know Matt, you have been too good to me, I am going to give you another tattoo now, would you like that"? I shook my head no and tried to say no through the panties in my mouth, but my words came out incoherent. "Ok Matt, I think you said yes and you seem very excited for me to continue, here we go". I couldn't beleive it, here I was tied to a bed frame with no keys to the handcuffs, while a beautiful 18 yr old tattoo apprentice began on the next toe. All I knew is she was only using black ink, I had no idea what she was putting permanently on my toes. I could tell from where the needle was hitting that she was just about done with the second toe when all of sudden she moved on to the next toe. Over the next 45 minutes she proceeded to tattoo all the toes on my right foot.

She got the off the bed and stretched, then she layed next to me, played with my cock, then whispered in my ear "I won't tattoo your left foot at this time as you can't have both feet swelling up, we have to still be able to walk around town and see the sites". My toes were sore, they hurt, she wiped them clean with some nice cooling witch hazel. The tattoo started with her wanting to give me a small tattoo as a thank you and she then proceeded to tattoo all the toes on my right foot. I realized there was nothing i could now except hope the tattoos were tasteful. Just as I was thinking at least it's over and I can refuse anymore tattoos, she did the unexpected, the got back on the bed, sat on my stomach and turned the tattoo machine back on. She began making long strokes with the machine from the point where the toes meet the foot all the way up to the top of the foot near the shin. I shouted into my gag but she said "don't worry Matt, I want to do this for you". I must have fallen asleep because when I awoke she was sleeping next me, I could feel my entire foot was wrapped in something. Her firm nude body felt so nice next to me. I went to grab her to pull her in tight to me but my arms wouildn't move, they were still handcuffed to the bed frame as was my each leg.

She finally woke up, kissed me and went to the bathroom. When she came back she starting talking. "Matt, you're are a real find, I really like you. I might even let you take my virgnity before you go back to Dallas next week. I want to spend every day with you while you're here. I know you had planned to drive to more destinations over the next two weeks, but I can't go with you, i have to help my uncle in the tattoo shop. And i hate to tell you this, but you're going to be traveling around Mexico, I am sorry to do this, but while you were sleeping I went through your backpack and found your passport and wallet. I locked them along with the car keys in the hotel safe, only I have the password to open it. I have to go to work now, come by at noon and we'll do lunch. Oh, you'll notice your entire right leg is locked into a walking cast, I have the keys to that also, so no peeking at the tattoo. Adios, hasta luego".

She unlocked the handcuffs, kissed me and left. After I showered I checked the hotel safe in the room, it was locked. Emilia had tattooed me, locked away my passport, wallet, car keys, I had no money, no identification, and it appeared I was at her mercy, for now. I liked her, she was beautiful, but what I have I gotten into? Not to mention I foot was sore, locked up and whatever she did that with that tattoo machine, it was with me for the rest of my life. A small tattoo, yes, but how would I explain whatever was on my foot to my future wife, my future kids.


Chapter 2 (added: 2017/10/15)

After brushing my teeth and showering, which was not easy with a walking plastic cast locked onto my leg, I got dressed and decided to go out and get some breakfast. I went over the kitchen table in my suite and noticed that one of the two keycards to the room was missing. I assumed Emilia had decided to keep one for herself. As I put my keycard into my pocket, a harsh truth just dawned on me, I could not go out for breakfast, i had no money. This was supposed to be a relaxing vacation full of traveling and no stress, but here on my 3rd day of vacation, I was beginning to worry what Emilia was planning. Yes, she is beautiful, brown skin, a few tattoos, a smile that can melt you, but I had to regain some control here. I decided I will try and see if the hotel has free coffee and then during lunch with Emilia I would get firm and tell her I like her, I am not going to leave her, but I can't be wandering around Mexico without ID and money.

I went to the reception desk and inquired about the coffee. The girl behind the desk directed me towards the dining area and as I was walking away she said "your wife is beautiful, so nice and talkative". My wife??? What has Emilia told her? I went to the girl and told her I couldn't remember the safe password, does the hotel have a maintenance man that can open it? She told me the hotel uses a man named Julio, his company handles all the safes in the hotel rooms, but he's on vacation now, she could schedule him to be here in three weeks. What can I do, I have to be back to my job in less than two weeks, and only Emilia has the combo. Will she give it to me?

I limped my way to the tattoo shop and arrived just as Emilia was coming out of the shop. "Hola Matt, come esta"? Oh my god is radiant. "Emilia where are we going for lunch, and how will we pay, you locked my wallet in the safe?" She replied "no problem Matt, I am smart teenager, I took your ATM card from your wallet so we can have a nice lunch". I put my hand out gesturing her to give me my ATM card, she laughed at me. "Matt, you're a white man in Mexico, I can not let you have your wallet and ATM card on you, if you get mugged they will take them. But everyone here knows me and my uncle, no no no, I will hold your ATM card, it is safer. " She walked me over to the only bank in her town, up to the ATM machine, she inserted the card. "Matt, what is your PIN?" My laptop is locked in that safe, so as long as she has my PIN, without my laptop I can't monitor the activity on my ATM card and bank account. I had to think quickly, I wanted her badly, I wanted to take her virginity, but I also was feeling very vulnerable now. "Emilia, I can punch in the PIN". She pulled me in for a very deep kiss and her body and aroma was so intoxicating. "Matt, the PIN por favor". "4321". I heard her gasp a little when she saw the $90,000 balance in my account. She punched WITHDRAWAL, and when the different option amounts came up she selected the max amount, $500. She placed the cash and the ATM card back in her pocket, smiled at me and took my hand and we walked to the restaurant for lunch. "You know Matt, I would love to see the city where you live, I have never been to the USA, perhaps I can use the cash to obtain a passport, would you do that for me so I can come to your city often to see you?" I of course said yes.

We had a nice lunch, I was relaxed, had pretty much forgotten that she had my ATM card and cash, and the password to the safe. During lunch while I was not looking she put a sleeping pill into my drink. "Matt, are you excited to see the tattoo I gave you last night?" "I am, but I have to be honest, I only wanted one toe tattooed, you did all the toes on the right foot, all in black, and then is it my imagination, did you also tattoo on my foot?" She smiled, reached over under the table and carressed my crotch, she was driving me wild. "Matt, we will have fun again tonite, I have a lot of plans for us, I might be falling for you, you are such a nice person. I have to ask, that was a lot of money I saw in your bank account, is that all your money?" She was still playing with me under the table, I couldn't keep control of the situation. "Emilia, well, I do have other accounts but I want to remind you, I have to leave next week, and I still want to see other places before I go, will you give me the password to the safe, please?" Emilia looked sad, she pulled her hand away. "Matt, I have to go back to work, I will see for dinner back in the hotel". "Emilia, please, can I have some money so I can browse the shops and bars?" She walked away, no answer. She had my ATM card, my cash, and had everything I brought to Mexico locked in the safe, even the car keys. I can't buy anything, I can't drive the car and I can't get back into America without the passport.

I went back to my suite. There was no sense in walking around the town, no money. I laid down the bed, I was all of a sudden very drowsy. I don't know how long I had slept, I woke to the gentle carress of her hand, her lips kissing me, I went to hug her but my arms would not move, I looked up and saw I was again handcuffed to the bed frame. She noticed I had discovered my predicament and smiled, giggled, and got off the bed and walked to the kitchen table. From a distance I saw she had set up her tattoo equipment. My legs were also secured to the bed frame. She carried her equipment over to the side table of the bed. "Emilia, please no more tattoos, don't do this". "Matt, you made me sad this afternoon when you asked for the safe password, it's like you don't trust me. So, I am going to give you a small tattoo, a symbol of trust, then I will stop, ok?" I shook my head softly no, but she ignored me and then put her mouth on my cock and gave me an incredible blow job. Just before I was going to orgasm, she stopped, positioned her vagina right over my cock and gentle lowered herself on me, and stopped. She did this for at least a minute but never let herself lose her virginity. When she was done, she said "be a good Matt and maybe next time I will go all the way with you". She got dressed, unlocked the walking cast, I could not see what was tattooed on my toes as her back was blocking my view. She dipped the machine into the black ink and began on my shin. My shin!!!! At least with the toe tattoos I could hide them with sneakers or shoes, and still wear shorts in the summer. Now, there will be no way to hide this, I will have to wear long pants always in the summer. She worked her design over the entire shin from my ankle to the top of the shin. She must have spent over two hours. I only know the back of my calf had not been touched. She cleaned me up, locked the cast back on, and went to the safe. She came back with my laptop, sat on my lower stomach, placed the laptop on my chest, I could not see the screen as she was sitting on me facing me. "Matt, I need the password to your computer". I had no choice, I gave it to her. "Well Matt, let me just change you admin password to something easier for me to remember. Good news, the tattoo shop has wifi, so when I can bring my new laptop with me to work each morning. Plus the shop needs a new computer, we can do research, get programs for this computer to draw new designs, won't that be exciting Matt?" "Emilia, you can't take my computer from me!!!" Emilia leaned over the computer and kissed me. "Matt, c'mon, you have plenty of money, you can replace this when you go home, but I need this computer, so it's final, ok?". She spent time going through my files, my pictures and videos of my family and all the holidays. She got a look on her face. "Matt, are all these files backed up somewhere? I hope so because I need more space on the hard drive." "Emilia, no, I had meant to back them up but I had not created a cloud drive yet, I was too busy at work". "Oh Matt Matt Matt, you silly boy. Oh well, it's my computer, so let's see, hmmm, family pictures and videos, wow, these take up a lot of space Matt, well just wait a sec, let me drag this big folder over to, yup, recycle bin. There we go, now let's see, yes, "empty recycle bin", and done !!! All gone Matty." I couldn't believe it, that folder had over 10 yrs of memories. I pulled at the handcuffs, I had to put a stop to this. Yes, I liked her, yes, I wanted sex with her, yes, she was exotic. But .... then she spoke "Matt, I found this folder, it lists all your accounts, user name and password though are hints, hmmm, I am sorry about the pictures, but Matt, I will need access to all your accounts, ok sweetie"?. "No Emilia, I can't do that, I promise you I will spend time with you, pay for your passport, but not that". "Matt, I already went to the office for passports, mine will be here in 3 days, it usually takes two months, but when I gave the man the $400 I had left over today, well, now I can come to the US to see you". With that she continued on the laptop .."Matt, what is this work folder, oh we don't need that, there we go, gone. Hmmm, what is this, new client folder, well they don't belong on my new computer, there, that's better. So Matt the only thing left on my computer is your personal finance folder, but I understand you can't give me the login info, that would be silly, so let me give you another present and then maybe you'll change your mind". She got off the bed and came back with towels and a pair of scissors. To my horror she proceeded to cut my hair, within minutes my head was just stubble. She then produced a razor and shaving cream and shave my head bald. "Now Matt, do you know what I did today after I left our lunch? Of course you don't so I will tell you. I opened a bank account, yes ,I have never had one, I never needed one, I have had money, just enough from my job for food, and as you remember I told you I am basically homeless. The lady at the bank told me something interesting, that people can send money to each other doing something called wire transfers, it was fun conversation with the lady, and did you know every online account has that ability, it was amazing. It may think, now you have $90,000 in your bank account, and I have $10 in mine. You dont' really need $90,000, do you Matt"? I could not believe this, I had a beautiful 18 yr old girl sitting on me in my hotel suite and she was asking me to transfer money to her. "Emilia, please just use the ATM card, you can take money once a week, ok, I will keep that promise". She cocked her head, gave me a crooked smile, and went back to the computer, logged onto the hotel wfi, and went to my bank website. "Matt, what is your login id and pw for your bank?" I didn't answer her. I tugged on the handcuffs again, to no avail. She moved the laptop of my chest, schooched up, stuffed my own underwear in my mouth as a gag, grabbed the tattoo machine, dipped it in the ink and went to my bald head and began tattooing my skull. She had my head tight in her grasp using her knees, there was nothing I could do. She drew a line from the top of my head down towards the ear, stopping I hope before the end of my hair line. She did it again, this time from the top of my head to my forehead, once again hopefully stopping before the end of my hairline. She continued this for over 40 minutes until my bald head was tattooed my hundreds of lines just like the first two. Did she stop in time? At least my hair will grow back. "Now Matt, the good news is that your head is not all black, just black lines. I think I remembered where your hairline was, I guess you'll find out when you get home and your hair grows. Now, Matt, I was nice to you, I didn't go too far onto your ears, neck or face. Give me your bank log in". I realized that this was not going to end well if I didn't comply. I gave her the info. "Well, let's see, I don't like that password Matt, so I am going to change it. I know that means you are now locked out of your own bank, but if you call them, all you have to do is answer security questions. Hmmm, first security question, changed, good, Next, done, Third, done. Ooops, Matt, what I have I done (giggling), now you can never get back in. You'll have to go to the bank when you're home and close it and start a new one. Ok here we go, oh this wire transfer looks easy. I enter my routing number, good, my international wire code, good, and now my account number, perfect. And let's check off the box to save this info, that way you can wire me money anytime, oh, wait, you can't get into this account anymore. Matt, that kinda means this isn't really your account anymore. That would mean this isn't your money anymore. Oh well, enter amount to wire your beautiful mexican teen princess, $89,000. See how nice I am, I left you some money to buy food when you get home. Just hit the confirm button, and "click", done Matty, all done. You are too kind to me". I was furious, i knew there was no way to retrieve that money, by the time I got home it would be too late. I was in a very bad place now. A mexican teenage girl had me trapped, I couldn't get the safe guy out here for weeks, I was now tattooed on my toes, foot, calf and head. I had also noticed that the cleaning staff was not coming to the room, I would find out later that Emilia had promised each cleaner $2,000 to stay away from the room until my last day.

Emilia logged out of the bank, logged off the computer, and went about cleaning up her tattoo equipment. When she was done she came back, sat with her vagina at my mouth and said "lick".


Chapter 3 (added: 2017/11/11)

I awoke the next morning hoping this had all been a bad dream. Emilia was gone, I was no longer handcuffed. My right foot and leg were no longer locked into the walking cast, but wrapped in bandages like a mummy. At least I could walk easier. I went to safe to see if perhaps she had come to her senses and opened it for me, now that she had $89,000 of my money. The safe was gone. I went to the kitchen table and found a note from Emilia. "Beunos dias Matt, I hope you slept well after bringing me to three orgasms with your tongue last night, it was awesome. Soon I think I will give you my virginity. Would you like that Matt, your beautiful teen mexican girlfriend all to yourself? Do not remove the wrappings on your leg, I don't want you to get infected. I will remove the bandages tonight after we have some fun in bed and you will finally get to see the present I have given you for the rest of your life. I know you have been worried about the safe and your possessions, so I had the hotel unbolt the safe and I have hidden it away so you will not worry so much. I have some good news, my passport will arrive tomorrow, I can now leave Mexico and go to Dallas with you when your vacation is over !!! I brought my new computer to work today, it will be so good for my uncle's tattoo shop. I am worried about your safety here in my town without me with you, so I had the hotel lock your door from the outside. Be a good boy and wait for me to come home tonight. Ti amo". I rushed to the door and tried to open it to no avail.

I had to go to the bathroom, I walked in and saw myself in the mirror and began to cry. I saw a bald man with a very intricate spiderweb tattooed on his entire head, it appeared that Emilia had gone right to the hair line on the forehead, temples and around the ears, but the back of my head the tattoo went all the way down to the base of my neck. My firm has a "clean cut policy", no hair over the collar, how I will hide this tattoo? My vacation was turning into a nightmare. No matter how adorable she was, this has gone too far, the problem is that I have no idea how to escape from Emilia now before it gets worse. I am locked in my hotel suite, no passport, no car keys, no access to money. I had to get the ATM card from her. It's the only way to access money since she locked me out of my bank account by changing the password and all the security questions. To make matters worse, she thinks she left me a $1,000 in my bank account, but I have my mid year bonus being deposited this week sometime, if she sees it she will surely take it from me. I decide I must get out of this hotel immediately, find the American Embassy and get help. I can't go the police in this town, they probably know Emilia and her uncle. I call down to the front desk. "Hello, front desk, how may I help you?" "Hi, I seem to be having trouble with my door, it's stuck, I can't open it". "Ah, Matt, yes, your wife when she left this morning asked us to secure the door for her, she is so cute, she worries about you. But don't worry, we're bringing you breakfast in 30 minutes". She hung up.

I showered and got dressed. This was now out of control. Emilia has made it impossible for me to do anything without her knowing and without her help. I was realizing I was at her mercy. I also knew she had no intentions of giving me back any of my possessions until she was ready. I didn't even know if I still had a rental car. I heard someone at the door, before I could make a dash towards the person, a tray of food was slid in and the door slammed shut. I figured all I could do now was enjoy the breakfast. I began to eat the food, it was good, nice mexican breakfast. I finished the coffee and began to feel dizzy. My vision began to go blury but I could see the door open and two figures walk towards me. I tried to lift my arms to push them away but I was paralyzed. I felt them lift me onto bed, on my back. My vision cleared enough that I could see they were two girls, about the same age as Emilia, beautiful, brown goddesses like Emilia. They gently tied me spread eagle to the bed. "Matt, Emilia sent us to take care of you, I am Rosa and this is Maria. We are not virgins, so we are going to fun with you. Emila is so nice, she also hired us at the tattoo shop as her new apprentices and said we can practice our tattooing on you. Don't worry, we will be gentle. Emilia got her passport, so she left today in your rental car to visit your house in Dallas. She'll be back tomorrow. Now let me make you feel good". The paralysis was wearing off and I was beginning to get hard as Maria began sucking on my dick while Rosa sat on my face and had me lick her to an orgasm. Maria got me hard and then slowly lowed herself onto me, I was finally having sex, I was out of mind happy, completely forgetting where I was and what Emilia had done to me. The girls each had sex with me for almost two hours before we all collapsed, three happy naked bodies on my bed.

Reality set in a few hours later. The girls ordered room service and ate dinner, giving me a few bites of their tacos. I was still tied spread eagle to the bed. I watched in horror as they each set up their tattoo equipment, and their black ink. I begged them not to tattoo to me, but they just took their panties and stuffed them both in my mouth. Rosa proceed to shave me from my whiskers to my the toes on my left leg. Maria spoke first. "Matt, gracias for letting us use you as our canvas. Emilia wants us to perfect a new tattoo fad called blackout tattoos, I think you will like it." I shook my head no, tears welled up in my eyes. Maria started on my left toes, Rosa started on my dick and private area. All I could think was it would be impossible soon to remove all this ink with laser, it would be too much, and how will I ever be able to walk around in a bathing suit, how would I ever find a girl that would want me now. The girls worked for the next 6 hrs, I faded in and out of sleep. When I awoke the bandaging on the right leg was gone, I finally saw what Emilia had tattooed on me. From my toes to my knee, it was all solid black. Maria had tattooed solid black on the left toes all the way up to the top of my thigh. Rosa had tattooed my dick and pelvis and all the way down my thigh to my right knee. Rosa spoke this time. "Matt, we're done for the night, but we're going to stay here, it's not safe to walk home. Good news, we will start the back of your legs tomorrow morning ..."

Emilia had beautiful drive north to the border patrol. She was happy, beaming, chatty as she showed her passport to the officer, who waived her through. She couldn't believe it. She was in the United States and on her way to Matt's home in Dallas. When she arrived she could not believe how nice his house was. It was huge compared to anything she had seen in her village. She got in the house and immediately opened the garage door and drove the rental car in and closed the garage. She then looked at the car Matt had, a 2017 BMW convertible. She grabbed a beer from the fridge and took a tour of his 4 bedroom home. It was fantastic. Emilia sat in the living room and started to think about what she had done to Matt and what should she do now. Should she let him go, she had more money now than she ever imagined? But he had more money, this house, the car, but no, she thought to herself, she'd done enough, he was nice man, let him go, or be with him, but wait, she had Rosa and Maria using him as a canvas, she should stop them, but she had no way to get hold of them. Emilia was confused, she wasn't sure what she should do. Emilia finished the beer, laid down on the couch. She could be happy in Dallas. Did she really need Matt? She's beautiful, she will meet someone, but what will she do with Matt? Should she head back to her village and stop the girls before they cover half his body in a blackout tattoo? Emilia smiled, she thought to herself, she has enough money to hire a lawyer to process her legally into the USA, and she could have even more money from Matt ...


Chapter 4 (added: 2017/12/04)

Matt woke up to the smell of coffee and breakfast, still secured to the bed, Maria walked over from the table with a shock collar in her hand and fastened it around his neck, locking it in place with a padlock. "Matt, this collar can severely hurt you, so I am going to release you so you can use the bathroom". Matt didn't dare try to attack the girls and escape, he was extremely sore, naked, no ID, no money, no car, the seriousness of what Emilia has done to him was becoming all to clear to him. While he washed his face and brushed his teeth, he got a real good look at somebody in the mirror he no longer recognized. The front of his body from his waistline to his toes was solid black, a harsh contrast to his white torso, arms and hands/fingers. He had yet to even complete the first week of his vacation, and other than the day Emilia drove him around the surround mountains and nature of her village, his vacation had become a disaster. He had no access to his online bank, he had watched Emilia transfer $89,000 to her new bank account, and he knew while he watched his life unravel, she was sleeping comfortably in his house in Dallas. With no mortgage on the house and the BMW also paid for, Emilia had enough money now to pay the taxes, insurance and utilities for at least two years. In the meantime, Matt had no idea how he would go to work in 10 days with a bald tattooed head. Rosa and Maria had ordered him breakfast and he was famished, he wolf'd down the food, drank his coffee which had been drugged by the kitchen staff. The girls led him back to the bed, secured his hands and fee spread eagle and began setting up their tattoo equipment. He soon passed out.

Meanwhile back in Dallas Emilia was meeting with an immigration lawyer. She was told that for $5,000 she could have an expedited student visa, processed and she could start school in August, a few months away. The lawyer knew the dean of liberal arts at the local university, made the call and she quickly had her classes. She was so happy her uncle had insisted she learn English, even though it was difficult. Being bilingual made it easier for her to get into the college. She told the lawyer that she was renting the house (she did not mention the landlord's name "Matt"). The lawyer told her to go back to Mexico and the local immigration office there would finalize her paperwork. The lawyer also told her that after she got her degree, he would be able to get her on track for a green card and then citizenship. She could not believe her luck in meeting Matt. She went back to Matt's house, locked it up, went to the local post office and added her name to Matt's address so all her college paperwork would arrive there, had the post office hold her mail until she came to pick it up,and drove back to her village. On her way back to the village, she got an email alert on her new cell phone from Matt's bank. She forgot she had deleted all of Matt's contact info and put hers in. Apparently Matt has certain alerts set up. She looked at her pop up email message and saw "Notice of large deposit to your account". She could not check it now as she was driving, but now she decided she had to drive straight to the tattoo shop and get on her computer. She'd been gone now for almost two days, and except for a brief thought about what Rosa and Maria were doing to poor Matt, she had sort of forgotten about the man she just met 4 days ago and now, as she cruised towards the border patrol checkpoint, she only now reflected on what she had accomplished. She had an american man locked in a hotel suite, she had taken his rental car, passport, wallet and $89,000 as well now owned complete access to his bank with no way for him to ever gain back control until he got back to Dallas. Emilia mulled this over in her head. She had just told a lawyer that she lived at Matt's address, all her college paperwork, mail, would be going there. If Matt were to go back to Dallas at the end of next week, he would walk into the bank, gain back access, possibly have her arrested, not to mention her bright future of a college degree and citizenship would be ruined. On the other hand, he might love her so much he'd marry her, accept that he would have wear pants in the summer for the rest of his life, but he'd be able to go back to work and keep making his big money. But, she remembered she had tattooed the back of his neck, would that show at work?

Rosa and Maria took a break after 5 hrs of continuous tattooing of the back of Matt's legs. They had started at his heel and both legs were now completely black up to the base of this ass. Matt was just waking up, he gradually felt his sore skin getting worse as the drug wore off. The girls fed him some crackers while they enjoyed a fantastic early afternoon lunch. Rosa spoke "Matt, Emilia has not yet returned, but she did call and let us know she'll be here in the morning. We told her we had tattooed you up to the top of your legs and well, she is our boss, she told us not to stop until she returned. Gracias Matt for being so kind to offer yourself as our canvas. We are gong to be really good tattoo artists thanks to you". Matt heard the sound of their tattoo machines starting up. He knew he was deep trouble now. Nobody knew where he was since he hadn't told work his itinerary and had no family to speak of. He had figured out by now that his room was not going to be paid by his credit card, all this meals he now realized had been paid with the local currency, no credit cards had been used.

Emilia arrived at the tattoo shop that evening and logged into Matt's bank account. The last time she had logged in, just two days ago, his balance was $1,000. She was now looking at a balance of $251,000. She sat there, mouth opened, heart racing. She thought to herself he must have gotten some kind of mid year bonus. This changed things now. She could be very very comfortable now. She could take this, she'd have almost $340,000. If Matt had this much cash, what else did he have. She opened his financial folder, copied it to a new file, removed his name and account numbers, just left the names of the institutions and the descriptions next to them, words she didn't understand, like CD, brokerage account, IRA ..., and emailed this to her new lawyer in Dallas, telling him she was reading some financial articles and would he explain these words to her. She also decided that she would have Matt push the "Send wire now" button on this online bank screen, which she felt would help him realize she was in complete control and there was nothing he could now. She wondered if he was beginning to realize he had no way to get out of her country without her help.

She closed down the computer, took it with her as she locked up the tattoo shop, headed to the hotel to sleep, tomorrow would be a very busy day ...


Chapter 5 (added: 2018/01/26)

Emilia quietly entered the hotel suite, it was 11pm. She walked over to the bedroom and looked in. Matt was tied spread eagle to the four posts of the bed, his shock collar locked on. Rosa and Maria were asleep on the pull out sofa. Emilia examined Matt for a moment. She could not believe the progress the girls had made. The only part of his body that was not now permanently black was his neck, face and hands. She thought back 6 days ago when she met Matt, she knew then she would take a little advantage of him, she thought maybe even move with him to Dallas, or maybe stay with her uncle, but get just enough money to get a small house in the village. But now she had seen America, that is where she belonged. Bringing Matt back with her was risky, he could easily get her in a lot of trouble for what she had to to him, this was extreme. Even if Matt promised not to do anything, she didnt' want him anymore, I mean look at him, he's 95% tattooed, what could she do with him, he could never go to beach, he'd have to always be fully covered, how he could he even live in Dallas in the summer heat. She went back to the lobby to see her friends at the desk and got a key to a vacant room.

She came back to the suite in the morning, Matt was coming of the bathroom, the girls were setting up their tattoo machine, breakfast had arrived. Matt saw Emilia and dropped to his knees, hugged her legs, "Emilia, please don't leave me, look what they've done to me, I have nothing, I need you, take me back to Dallas, now". Emilia hugged his head, feeling a bit sorry for him, but also thinking, she had to get moving on her plans for Matt. She had been up at 5am, talking to her lawyer in Dallas and learned what Matt's financial folder meant. She told the girls to have their breakfast and took Matt by the hand and guided him to the bed. She tied his hands behind his back and pushed him down on the bed. She got him aroused and began giving him a blowjob. She stopped, "Matt, you are becoming a beautiful black man, your dark skin against my light brown skin is so sexy. I want you to take my virginity today. But first, let me show you your bank account. I know you can't log in, but I can. Look at this balance, Matt". He couldn't believe his bonus had arrived. Emilia went to the wire transfer screen, her bank info was already saved, she entered $250,000. She put the laptop down, resumed her blow job on Matt. "Matt, I will sell you my virginity for this wire transfer. All you have to do is push the button." He could not do it. Emila spoke "Matt, I am disappointed. I stopped the girls from completely tattooing your whole body so you could return to Dallas and your job with me, and continue working while I went to school, and we could live together". Matt's tried to lunge for the computer to stop her as she pushed the button and the money left his account forever, but with his hands tied behind his back it was futile. Emilia had the girls come over with their tattoo machines and ordered them to fill in the spiderweb tattoo on his head for his refusal to push the button. "Matt, I tried to be nice and let you hit the button, now your head will be black like the rest of your body." While the girls worked on his head, Emilia was printing out a deed transfer form for Matt to sign over his house to her. "Matt, if you sign this form, the girls will leave your face, ears and hands white, you will still be able to live a life as a white man, you'll make money and soon replace what I took". She untied his hands, zapped his collar as a harsh reminder to not do anything stupid, and signed away his house. She then presented him with the title to his BMW and he signed the title over to her. Just as Matt thought perhaps she'd release him from this horror, she brought over a pen and paper. "Matt, I need the ID an PW to your brokerage account and 401k plan". Matt was really scared now, if she took these he'd be completely broke. He shook his head no. He then lost it, "damn you bitch, you've taken my bank money, house, car, my body, enough, let me go" to which Rosa hit the remote and he crumbled to the floor. The three girls picked him up, laid him on the bed, and Maria proceeded to begin tattooing the back of his right ear while Emilia and Maria held him still. Matt gave up the info and Emilia logged into his 401k and her mouth fell open ... he had $400,000 in his account. She executed the online form to close the account to her bank account, and then sent his employer a letter of resignation per her attorney's advice. She went to the brokerage account and liquidated it to the tune of $190,000, into her bank account.

"Matt, I am so sorry to tell you, you have no job, no money, no house, no car, and by the way, I burned your passport and all your identification in your wallet. I did return your rental car, so I thing that pretty much means that you will have to stay in Mexico with Rosa and Maria. They will take care of you. Girls, you might as well tattoo the rest of him, he'd look silly part white and part black".