What if you have a fuck-me tattoo drawn on a newborn, permanently branding the little tyke as fuckmeat for life. I wonder how the tattoo would change as they grow up, how it would look when they finally become an adult? Imagine being the tattoo artist doing the deed, penetrating the squirming little thing with your sharp needle, injecting your stain into its skin, marking them with shame before it even knows what it means, just that it hurts, hurts, hurts.