Cutty

No character is or was ever real. All parts of the story are a fantasy of the author. No part of this story may be used or posted on a site without expressed permission of the author.

Copyright 2007 by Bokkey.

Story by Bokkey

e-mail: bokkey2004@yahoo.com

The First Body Modifications

”Wake up, Donna!”

Donna woke up shivering from the cold.  She rocked back and forth a bit in her bondage before she was totally back into the real world.  The pain in her vagina was still there, still intense.   The muscles of her arm ached having been strung up to the ceiling for hours.  Her back hurt from being bend over, and her legs were cramped from being folded for so long. As she moved, Donna heard the chain around her neck rattle softly.

“It’s chilly in here, don’t you think?” Ninon asked.   She stood fully clothed beside the naked Donna in a dark blue business suit that featured long warm pants.  Donna moaned in quiet misery; she couldn’t do anything else.   Ninon took the remote and lowered Donna’s arms.  Next, she removed the leather straps from Donna’s wrists. Donna gratefully slumped forward on the bed, trying to stretch stiff and sore muscles, rolling into the warm thick blankets.  Ninon stepped away to return the bondage straps back to the drawer.

Ninon turned back : “Now don’t get all used to that, Donna, you have to shower, and get ready for the dentist.”  Donna had been making her way into bed.  Ninon walked up to the bed and clapped her hands – a parent getting a balky child up and out.  “Up, up, up.” 

Donna felt like a little girl who didn’t want to go to school.  It felt so good.  She tried to make her exit from the warm bed as slow as she could.  The warm pillows and blankets were so inviting!  But Donna knew better than to refuse.  With a sigh she hopped out of bed.

“Stand up straight.” Ninon ordered.  Donna stretched herself into position. As she did, the chain still around her neck clattered off the bed.  Ninon touched her face, inspecting the bruises left by last night’s punishment.  “It doesn’t look too bad,” Ninon looked Donna over quickly, “but we’ll see better after you’re cleaned up.”   Ninon loosened the chain and tugged. “Let’s go to the bathroom.”

Donna remembered last night’s “lessons” and walked behind Ninon, her head humbly down.   On the way to the bathroom, Ninon made her kneel and stand several times.  Testing if Donna still “remembered her lessons” as Ninon put it.  Ninon attached the chain to the drain below the sink.  “Shower and take an enema, brush your teeth.  Be ready when I return.” Ninon told the shivering Donna.

“Yes, Mrs. Bondain,” Donna replied and Ninon left her alone.  Donna quickly turned on the hot water to get rid of the cold.  The room had grown terribly cold and uncomfortable through the night and the cold had crept into her bones.   As the shower warmed up, Donna switched into her plastic high heeled slippers and collected the enema kit from under the sink.  For a short moment she looked at the humiliating chain that Ninon had secured there.  Untying it would cause so much trouble she knew, but not doing so was so…

“It’s so humiliating! Would any other woman allow herself to be trapped so easily?”  Donna got the kit ready.  “I’ve been turned into a will-less person.  Whipped inside my vagina, of all places.  Left in the cold, tied, and now chained in my own bathroom.”  Donna tested the shower water; it was almost ready.  “Like a slave!  And now even being told to get myself ready for the next ordeal.   And I’m actually doing it!”  She shook her head.  “If I fight now, I’ll be in for a hell of a beating, let alone what they will do to my family. And if I don’t, I will surrender any self esteem that I might have left.”

Donna looked at herself in the mirror as steam filled the room, warming her and fogging the mirror.  “What would another woman do in my place?  How many females have they subjected to their treatment already?  They seem to know what I’m going to do even before I do.  If I reluctantly go along, they’ll just raise the bar; if I don’t, they have some terrible consequence ready for me.”  Donna felt her sore nether lips. Even walking hurt. And her vagina was leaking juices in reaction to the pain.  “This is just not normal …”

Donna had the kit ready and lubricated the nozzle with some soap before inserting it into her ass.  She couldn’t look into the mirror anymore.   She had become too ashamed of her own actions to be able to watch what she was doing herself.  “There must be a way out of this,” she thought.  “But how?  How …?” Donna lifted the filled enema bag up in the air and bent down on the cold floor, ass in the air.  The chain links clinked as they tapped the floor tiles.  Donna closed her eyes.   “Just do it,” she told herself and inserted the nozzle carefully into her sore asshole.  Donna opened the tap to let the fluid run into her body.  The warm liquid felt good.  It warmed her up and she found herself enjoying that for as long as she could.  After a few minutes, Donna stepped over to the toilet, and removed the tube.   “Well, that’s over,” she told herself thought as she whipped her ass clean, flushed the toilet, returned the kit into the sink, and drained it in water to clean.

She pushed aside the shower curtain and reveled in the wall of steam it released.

She adjusted the water, and stepped into the shower.  The chain around her neck pulled at her, reminding her of its existence.  The hot shower finally warmed her up; she loved it.   But her itch increased where the warm water flowed along her labia and ass-crack.   The soothing gel that the doctor had given her was used up, she remembered.  “I should see the doctor before heading to Robert’s parents,” she told herself.  “Or maybe when I’m at the party at Ms. Brendan’s, the doctor will be there and she can get me some more gel.”

It was a strange experience to feel her vagina throb from both pain and being inflamed at the same time.  It was the same weird feeling as an itching healing wound.  She gently scratched herself by inserting a soapy finger in her ass and a wet one in her pussy.  The nails did their work but she knew it would be only temporary. If she continued, she would make the irritation worse and perhaps even do herself an injury.

“I’ll just have to endure the itch for as long as I possibly can. Maybe it will ease off a bit as the day goes on.”  But she feared it wouldn’t and Donna didn’t want to think of the torture it would bring.  “I’ll have to block it out of my mind.  If I pay attention to it, focus on it, it’ll only get worse.”  Donna had to be very careful as her labia were extremely sensitive; every small touch caused her to stiffen from the pain. Out of curiosity she sat down to inspect her vagina.  She wanted to know what damage had been done.  Outwardly, apart from some swelling, everything appeared to be normal.  She tried to stretch her lips outward to have a peek, but it was not doable.  The pain was too great, and so she left things as they were.  Regardless, it was clear to her she had been beaten raw there.  Donna did shave herself, but very gingerly, stretching the painful skin as little as possible.  It took much longer than usual, and Donna experienced it as akin to a long torture session.  She told herself that she must do whatever it took to avoid a whipping like that in the future.  Not only was the whipping awful, but she began to understand that the aftermath of being whipped so savagely was maybe even worse.  Walking hurt, shaving hurt, and she didn’t want to think of using a dildo.  Masturbating with her fingers alone was agonizing.

After the shower, Donna picked up a fresh towel and dried herself thoroughly.  She felt her skin where she had been whipped.  It was still sore, even the skin on her face. She wiped the fog from the mirror to look at herself.  She saw some light marks on her body where she had been whipped, but not too much. Only her arms bore clear red stripes.  “At least it doesn’t show too much,” she sighed with relief.

Donna cleaned the enema kit, dried it, and stashed it back under the sink.  “Until tomorrow,“ she told herself with some remorse.   Looking at the kit made her aware again of her itch and she quickly forced herself to think of something else.  She hung her towel and was ready.  She looked at the door and listened to see if she could hear Ninon in her bedroom, but there was nothing.  Donna didn’t know what to do so she just waited.  It was maybe the most humiliating thing that she had done up to now. She was actually waiting, chained to a sink.  Fully aware that she could simply untie herself but she didn’t.  Instead, she simply stood there in her own bathroom, waiting for Ninon to tell her what to do next.  She didn’t even dare sit down.  

“What would other woman do?  Go to the police?   Run away with the whole family?” she asked herself.  “Doing something right now is not an option.  But I don’t think I can even plan my escape anymore.  The new schedule is too intense.  Or should I do something this weekend when the family is together and away from Ms. Brendan?  If we are out of town, are we out of her reach?”  The latter thought made Donna wake up to her situation.  “The situation is as bad as it gets. I need to take drastic actions.  When we’re flying to Robert’s parents, I’ll explain everything to them.  We can just hide for a while and call the police.”

The solution was so simple Donna wondered why she hadn’t thought of it before but as she was thinking up ways to disappear a new thought dawned.  “They’ll expect it. Ms Brendan will anticipate that I’m going to try to escape with the whole family.”   Donna looked at the door again.  “I must be careful, very careful.  Maybe even planning the escape just on my own, and without explaining it first to my family, forcing them into a cab, and drive away suddenly, switching cars, making sure no one follows us…”

“You’re ready?” Ninon had opened the door and looked at Donna. “Perfect,” she complimented when she saw her standing, waiting for her.  Donna noticed herself smile automatically at the compliment. “Get a grip on yourself,” she reprimanded herself.  “It wasn’t anything difficult to do and you embarrassed yourself because you did just what you were told to do.”

Ninon walked in and took Donna’s face by her chin with one hand.   She moved her face sideways, inspecting the bruises. Next she looked at her shoulders, breasts for bruises, touching them roughly, and checking Donna’s face for her response.

“Turn” she instructed, and Donna turned, showing her back. She felt Ninon’s hand running across the marks on her back.

“Ouch” Donna said when Ninon pushed too hard on one of them.

“Shhh” Ninon warned.

“Turn back to me,” Ninon ordered when she was finished with Donna’s back.  Like a little wind-up doll, Donna turned, facing her tormentor again.  Ninon grabbed her arms and inspected them.

“Ok, so here you have the most visible marks.” she said “Not that bad - luckily.  We’ll put some ointment on the marks and by the afternoon most of them will be gone.”   Ninon unhooked the chain from the sink, and walked out of the room, Donna padding silently behind.

“No make up today as you are also having your skin done,” Ninon explained, as she steered Donna to the dressing table.  With a tug on the chain, she forced Donna to sit down in front of the mirror.  Ninon sat on the bed.

“Apply the soothing oil,” Ninon instructed.

Donna saw the bottle standing on the table, and did as she had been told.   She avoided looking at the mirror as much as possible but for her back, and for the total picture she had to.  She saw herself sitting, with a chain around her neck which trailed off the mirror to her trainer. Totally naked apart from the plastic high-heeled pumps, whip marks on her body, Donna hated the image.  Rubbing the soothing ointment into her skin made her think of the gel that was finished.  She forced herself with difficulty to block it out of her mind again.

“Now you’re finished; you’ll dress,” Ninon said when Donna had applied the ointment to all marks as best as she could. “Just wear something according to the rules”

Ninon held the chain in her hand, inviting Donna to go to the closet and pick

something out.  Donna knew this was another trick. She hadn’t read all the rules yet, and even if she had, this was an odd situation. It wasn’t work, it wasn’t a party, it wasn’t going out, it wasn’t being at home. She didn’t know what to wear.  She walked up to the closet and thought hard   “Okay, I have to go to the dentist and then to a clinic so I don’t go overboard with the fetish wear, but I can go sexy.   And short.  I’ll be inside most of the time.   No underwear, that’s easy … maybe a short skirt… “

Donna fumbled through her closet as she tried to guess what would be best.  “What will satisfy Ninon?  And Ms. Brendan?” Donna shuddered at the thought.   Luckily most of her clothes were gone now so only “approved” clothing was left.  She decided on a blouse with a deep v-cut that showed a lots of breast.  And a skirt that could only be called “tiny.”.  She would have to endure the cold nearly naked but she was pretty sure the outfit would please her tormentors. As for shoes, she noticed the chain was too short and she couldn’t reach to them.

She looked back at Ninon, who just smiled back at her.  Donna sighed:“Ms Bondain, please, can you allow me a bit more chain so I can grab my shoes?”

“You don’t ask standing, now do you?” Ninon corrected.  Donna fell to her knees, and repeated the question, frustrated, suppressing her will to rebel.

“Okay,” Ninon replied, and inched a bit towards Donna but remained on the bed.  Donna tried to reach for the shoes but could only reach if she pulled hard against the chain, forcing her to choke herself a bit. “Just like a damn dog,” Donna cursed to herself as she managed to reach the shoes she needed.  “She has me pulling at the chain just like a damn dog!”   Angry as she was, Donna had her wits about her enough to thank Ninon once she had grabbed the shoes.

“Pose,” Ninon commanded after Donna slipped into her shoes.  Donna posed in the way she was taught yesterday, even turning around to give Ninon a full view of her outfit. She ended with a submissive look on her face.   Donna hoped the outfit and her little performance would get Ninon’s approval.

“Good” was Ninon’s only remark.  She got up and pulled Donna behind her, out of the room.  Donna wondered if she had worried too much about what to wear. Had she overdone it with the short skirt?  Maybe she could have gone with the business suit?  “I’m totally lost.  My biggest fear is coming true; they have me torturing myself!”

Meanwhile Ninon led Donna downstairs to the kitchen, where she tied Donna’s  chain to the sink again.  “Make some breakfast for us,” Ninon instructed and left the room.

Donna heard Ninon in another room making phone calls while she boiled some eggs and set the table.  When Ninon returned, she was standing beside the sink and the table was ready.

“Good,” Ninon said, “from now on, you eat standing up as per your new rules.”

With that, Ninon sat down and started to eat while reading the newspaper.  Donna at first hesitated a bit.  The new unknown rule worried her.  “Am I now forced to eat breakfast standing up while everyone else sits down?   How will Robert react?  He likes it when the whole family sits down to eat together.  How do I explain it to him?”  Donna moved towards the table, her vagina aching with every move.  “I must read as much of the rules as possible.  I must look for ways to get around them, find loopholes… Or else Robert will find out, and… But what am I saying?  This weekend I’ll end this charade, we’ll run off, and I’ll tell him everything.  No more rules from thereon.”

Donna took a slice of bread and some marmalade.  As she took little bites, she glanced at Ninon reading the paper  “Unless they have found some way to stop me. But how?  Once I’m out of town they can’t control me, can they?”  Donna’s mind whirled in uncertainty, wondering what Ms. Brendan and Ninon were up to up to.  

Ninon finished eating.  “Time to go,” she said as she looked at her cell for the time.  “Or else we’ll be late. Traffic can be killing at this hour.”

“Clean up quickly,” Ninon stood and walked out of the kitchen to the closet.  Donna quickly cleaned up the table and put the dirty dishes in the sink.  Just as she finished, Ninon came back into the kitchen and unhooked the chain from the sink, leading Donna to the closet on her “leash.”  When Donna had her coat on, Ninon finally removed the chain and hung it in the closet. “For future use,” she said with a smile. Donna meekly smiled back, happy the humiliating chain was off. But her ordeal was far from over.

They went outside into the cold and Donna shivered as her bare legs came into contact with the cold wind.  Ninon led her slowly to her car, parked in the driveway. It gave the cold enough time to take hold of Donna’s body and she was shivering badly by the time they reached the car.  In the meantime, Donna noticed a few neighbors watching her walking - either from their front windows or the car they were driving.  She could see them wondering about her appearance.  Donna knew that she looked like a slut.  Her legs bare in high heels, a short fur coat, only the make up was missing.  No one greeted her and everyone turned their eyes as she looked at them.  But she could feel their gaze as she looked down in embarrassment.  This would be the talk of the town this coming weekend, she knew for sure;   “Did you see Donna Alldring in that whorish fur coat, the high heels.”,  “Her husband is away for work and she immediately abuses the situation.  She’s such a slut.”,  “I never would have guessed she would cheat on poor Robert like that.”,  “Well even so, I’m ready to shag her good if she needs it!” 

Happily she got into the car, away from any more judging looks.  It had begun, she was becoming an outcast in the neighborhood.

“Buckle up,” Ninon said as she reversed down the driveway to the street.  When she had the car moving on the road, she started to speak again.  “We’ll go to the dentist’s, who will whiten your teeth and add a small diamond.  Then, your skin will get its first treatment. Over time, you will have more of these treatments but the first ones are always the heaviest. So be prepared, it will be painful.”

Donna nodded when Ninon briefly looked at her for a response: “Yes, Mrs. Bondain.”

“And by now you have a feel of how tough the new schedule and rules will be. It will need your full attention at all times. No more wondering about other silly things for now, just focus on following the rules, following your therapy.” Donna looked at Ninon, trying to hide her shock. “Is she reading my mind or something?”

“Yes,” Ninon smiled as she saw the surprised look. “I know you have been thinking about how to get out of this situation.  That’s only normal.  It would be crazy if you didn’t.  Why do you think I let you wait, chained, so many times, only to hurry now? You needed some time to think and go over your situation, to think of ways to get out.  Knowing how bad the situation has gotten for you.” Donna looked at Ninon who looked at the road.  She knew she was about to hear how they expect to control her.  “We just want you to know that we know you’ll try to escape this weekend. What you’ll do is always something we bet on. Go to the police, run away with the family, come back or fight us. It always involves telling all to the husband, the family. It’s funny how behavior can be predicted so easily.”

A silence fell as Donna absorbed what was just said to her. It was just as she thought, they knew she was going to try something, they were even betting on it.  She thought of her plan to escape, … well, her rough idea.  She had not even thought it through yet.  Donna was afraid that her “plan” would now get her in trouble, even before it was carried out.

“So,” Ninon broke the silence after the car maneuvered through some traffic.  “Can you give me a hint what you’re up to?  I figure it’s running away, since you’ve already tried the attack once.”  Donna knew Ninon was playing with her. She felt stupid.

“Cat got your tongue?” Ninon said smiling.

Donna stayed silent, her mind racing through her options.  “They know I’ll try something, they’re even betting on it. They know what I’m up to even before I do. And I don’t even have a clear plan yet.  If I tell her, I’ll have to change plans; if I don’t tell, she probably will whip me or she won’t let me go...”

“Show me your tongue,” Ninon instructed.

Donna meekly obliged and stuck out her tongue, wondering why.

“So the cat does not have your tongue.” Ninon faked relief “Okay, then tell me what you’re up to, little scheming bitch, so your trainer can win the bet.”

“I…” Donna closed her eyes “I was planning on running away.” She couldn’t come up with anything else, so she just blurted out her real plan, much to her own annoyance.

“Where to?”

“I haven’t thought of that yet. Just away from this, and with the whole family.”

“Husband, children, grandparents, brothers, sisters?” Ninon replied. “That would be quite a large group. You would have to make some arrangements and during the holidays all the flights are full, or almost full.”

Donna looked at Ninon, who just drove on. “I’d have to take the other family members too,” Donna began to explain. “The grandparents, his brother, his sisters, I don’t have any brothers or sisters, but I do have a lot of cousins, uncles and aunts…” It was something she hadn’t thought about and how hard it would be was catching up with her.  And Ninon brought it up to make me understand they’ll hurt any of my family members that they want to use.

“Well?” Ninon pressed on

“I…I haven’t thought of that…the other members I mean..” Donna stammered.

“You don’t think of a lot of things, like the rules for instance.  How should you refer to me?” Ninon demanded.

Donna panicked. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Bondain.  I just spoke my mind, and forgot…”

“And where is Lenny?”

“Oh shit!” Donna looked around; she hadn’t taken him from the room!  She didn’t even thought about bringing a bag, let alone carry that damn phallus.

“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Bondain. Please forgive me, please!” Donna said in fear as she looked at Ninon, tears in her eyes.  She was so afraid of what was going to happen to her; she was actually crying!

“So, you thought of running away.” Ninon went back to the subject at hand, ignoring her pleas. “That’s what most of us picked. You’re so predictable!  Now what do you think will be the consequences of that action, hmm?” Ninon asked. “Once we ‘convinced’ you to see it our way again, after we find you?  I mean, you will be tracked down again, even if you manage to get away that is.  Most likely you won’t even make it to the door.”

“I, I…” Donna stuttered.

“Well?” Ninon pushed on.

“I.. I didn’t think about that either, Mrs. Bondain,” Donna replied honestly.  Ninon shook her head.

“Well think about it now,” she said and with that a silence fell, with Donna vainly trying to conjure up an answer. 

“How terrible, I don’t want to think of the consequences!  They’ve been ruthless with me every time I disobeyed.  They raped me, whipped me, pierced me against my will, made me lie to my family.  I had to act like a total slut with complete strangers, have done the most vile things… No I don’t want to think what other sick things they can do!”

“It can’t take so long,” Ninon said. “Come on, what were the consequences of your first attempt to fight Ms. Brendan?”

“I…, Vivian died.” Donna admitted somberly.  Had Vivian died only a few days ago?  It seemed so long ago now.

“That’s your opinion. But apart from that, what else happened?”

“I .. I am now under a strict regime, I’m whipped, I’m mistreated, my cloths are gone, I’m told to become a whore, a pole dancer, I’m going to get plastic surgery…”

“Okay, you do understand the picture,” Ninon cut Donna off. “Now let’s see what we’ll do when we have you in our paws again, and you’re family knows what’s going on.  Can you imagine what we’ll do?”

Donna stayed silent, she refused to think of the cruel things they would do to her. She did her best to not think of them.

“Can’t imagine anything?” Ninon pressed once again.

“No, Mrs. Bondain, I can’t.  You’ve already done anything you could to me.” Donna

Answered.

“We haven’t, Donna, we haven’t” Ninon said. “We can always make it worse for you if you wish so.  But I know you’re lying and I know that you can think of things we can do to you that would hurt more that mere physical punishment.  You just don’t want to.  Try again, I order you to think of something.” Ninon demanded.   “Speak your mind.”

Donna sighed and thought up something quickly.

“You might kill Robert, Mrs. Bondain.” She said.

“Donna!!” Ninon yelled angrily, startling Donna. “Quit playing with me. Give me a serious answer!!”

“My daughters, you will go after my daughters!” Donna blurred out. She held her head in despair with both hands in her lap, and started to cry.

“Now that’s a much better consequence,” Ninon said approvingly  “And what do you think we will do with your daughters?”

“The same you did to me,“ Donna sobbed.

“Forgetting the rules again, aren’t we?” Ninon said.

“Sorry, Mrs. Bondain. … Sorry, Mrs. Bondain…” Donna stammered, out of control, crying, rocking in her seat.  She was beyond caring for herself now.  All she could think of was her daughters and in how much danger they were thanks to her.  She cared about them, not anymore about her stupid self.  

“Be more specific, what do you think we will do to them?” Ninon ordered.

Donna cried as she started to think.  Disturbing images, disgusting, graphic images flooded her mind’s eye.   She frustratingly tried to block them.  Her girls bound, being used, the ways she had been used.  Donna broke down and began to cry loudly.  She hated to think of what they would do to her own children – even make her do things to her girls. Begging she wouldn’t have to.

“Tell me!!” Ninon shouted, as she grabbed Donna by her hair and roughly pulled her up.

“I see them being fucked by Mrs. Brendan and whipped by you!” Donna cried hysterically.

Ninon let go, and Donna slumped back in her chair to cry.  “I see them being trained, just like me, with dildo’s, with whorish clothing….” Donna rambled frantically. “No, I don’t want that, Mrs. Bondain, please leave them out of it… Please…”

Ninon looked at her sternly:  “It is up to you if that happens or not.”  Ninon spoke coldly. “You run off, and that might just happen if we catch you.  And we will catch you.”

“You just keep on imagining Ms. Brendan ass-fucking little Trixy, bent over a chair, with you watching. Or holding her down. She’ll hate you for it. She’ll be in a lot of pain, not to mention the fact that her future will be quite different from thereon.”

Donna cried, seeing vivid images of just that going through her mind.  She found herself helplessly imagining Julie going through the same treatment.  Her beautiful Julie.  “Please, please, I won’t run off,…” she begged softly “Please leave my daughters out of it. Not them.”

“It’s up to you. You know now what the consequences might be if you run off. I think it is fair to say that Ms. Brendan will punish you by punishing your daughters.  But you never know,” Ninon added, “she might even find something worse…”

“Please, Mrs. Bondain, I’ll be good, I won’t run off anymore. I’ll return, and I’ll behave, I’ll follow the rules, I’ll do anything you want me to… Anything.  Please. Mrs. Bondain...” Donna whispered.

“So, can you see Julie and Trixy sucking a total stranger’s old wrinkled cock on a bed in some sleazy motel?  Can you?”

“Yes, Mrs. Bondain, I can.” Donna replied, as the scene unraveled in her imagination like the porno films she had been watching.

“Convince me.  Convince me that you can see it all.  Tell me what you see.”

“They’re wearing whorish clothes,” Donna began brokenheartedly, “but are partially undressed.  They are going to be fucked hard in the pussy, and most likely also in the ass. They’re bought for for the whole night by the sleazy pervert…”  Donna cried

“Please mrs Bondain, no more, no more…” she begged as the picture became more gruesome.

“What color are Trixy’s stockings, Donna?” Ninon asked.

Donna cried in her hands as she thought of the color of Trixy’s stockings.  “Blue, they’re blue,”she answered.

“And Julie’s?”

“Red, red fishnet stockings,” Donna answered.  She sobbed as she saw the picture clearly now, with the red an blue stocking, her daughters licking at the shaft and the balls, skinny, trained, tanned just like her. She saw it, she saw it vividly. And she knew that was what Ninon wanted. To have her see the picture clearly.  The picture that would haunt her every time she would think of quitting.

“Good. Now you really get the picture.” Ninon said.

She drove on in silence, and Donna sobbed as she was fighting to wipe the picture out of her mind, but every time the awful image of her daughters licking, fucking an old pervert, being sold as whores, returned.

They finally arrived at the dentist’s office. The building stood on a large area, surrounded with a metal waved fence. It was located in a business area, and on the other lots were huge silos, with trucks coming and going.  It was a strange place for a dentist.  The building itself also was out of place. It had a Victorian look, as if it was the last building standing of a village that had been turned into a business area.

“Get out, and walk up to the door, and knock. They will take over from there.” Ninon said as she left the engine running.

Donna quickly got out of the car. She was glad to be out in the cold again.  Anything was better than to be forced to think in detail of ... “No more!” she told herself as she ran up the stairs to the entrance. “No more!.” She let the cold get a good hold of her so her mind was distracted and the images disappeared.

She knew now how stupid she had been, to ignore the depth of her problems or the cruelty of her attackers. She shook her head as she walked to the entrance, not believing how low she had fallen. How stupid she was.

She had to be much smarter, she understood now.  Just running off without a plan was not an option. She knew that if they got caught, her daughters would end up as whores or worse.  She knocked on the door as she looked back and saw Ninon leave.

“No, I will not put my family in danger, she decided.  I will do as they say for now, and plan a much, much better escape.  This coming weekend, they will probably watch my every move.  I have to wait till they totally trust me.  And until that time I’ll play along with their filthy game. I’ll have to… But I’ll outsmart them.”

The door opened, and Donna slipped inside, into the warmth of a large white corridor.  She looked around, and saw it looked more like a small hospital, than a dentist’s office.  Lots of doors as the corridor went straight thru the house to its rear.  Black and white tiles on the floor, and halfway up the walls.  Light green walls above that, and white door posts with white doors evenly spaced.  There looked to be maybe ten rooms just on the main floor.  Big curving stairs on either side of the entrance hall led up to the next floor.  Donna suspected even more rooms were up there.

This isn’t a dentist office; it’s a hospital!  Donna looked at the surroundings.  A few chairs at the beginning of the hall with a handful of well used magazines were the only things she kind of expected in a dentist office.  The nurse helping her was a young girl, and she took Donna’s coat and brought it into another room.  After the nurse had gone, Donna cursed herself again.  The young girl made her think of Trixy in blue fishnet stockings. The images made her sick, and she fought to get them out of her head. She needed to be distracted, and fast.

“Follow me, Mrs. Alldring.” Donna gladly did. Her heels clicked on the tiles loudly, the echoes resonating throughout the long corridor. She was ashamed of her short skirt, and low cut blouse. She was glad no one was sitting in the hall.  After all, anyone looking at her would surely mistake her for a whore.

“But I’ll get my revenge!” she told herself.  Thinking about getting even, or fighting them turned out to be the best way to get her mind straight again. Even though it seemed quite hopeless.  They were always one step ahead, or better, many steps ahead. 

She was led inside a room halfway the corridor.

“Sit please, Mrs. Alldring, the dentist will be right with you. I’ll prepare everything.” The nurse guided Donna to the chair in the center of the room.  Donna sat down, and the girl quickly fastened her arms and legs with leather straps. Donna knew this was strange, yet didn’t object. It happened before she could really react, and the girl did it in such a way as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do. Donna actually even relaxed when the chair was positioned horizontally. It was warm, and chair was soft. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment. Only now she noticed how tired she still was. She must have slept only a few uncomfortable hours last night.

“Now don’t fall asleep.”

Startled, Donna opened her eyes and saw the gay man who had inspected her at Ms. Brendan’s standing next to her.  He was wearing a white doctors coat and was going through the utensils.

“So, is the little slut ready to be changed forever?” he said with a smile as he put on plastic gloves.

Donna didn’t know what to say so she just smiled politely back. She knew he was into the scene, so he wouldn’t help her anyway if she objected. And one thought of her daughters hurt was enough to squander any resistance.  And after all, she told herself, whitening teeth and cleaning skin isn’t that bad.

“Open the mouth,” the dentist ordered and packed cotton inside her mouth.  Next he picked up a metal frame.

“And open again.” He placed the frame in her mouth. It forced her mouth to stay open.  A few adjustments and the frame expanded, forcing her jaws achingly wide.  “That way I can work better, without you biting me,” the man said only half joking.  The gay dentist went through her mouth with a metal excavator, scratching her teeth at places, checking them out.  When he was finished he picked up a needle, and bent over her again.

“We’ll anaesthetize you’re whole mouth as we’ll have to do work everywhere. All grey fillings need to go, for instance.” He explained “This might sting a little…” and with that, the large needle went into the back of her mouth.  She stiffened when the needle painfully bit into her gums but the cage kept her from biting down, and the bonds kept her from using her hands. All she could do was make some  incoherent mumbling because even her tongue couldn’t move, blocked by the needle stuck in her mouth.

“There, that’s done,” he said after a while. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

As Donna waited, she felt not just her mouth getting numb, but also her mind. It kind of slowed down, her vision was blurring, her tongue felt swollen. She understood she had gotten a pretty potent drug.   But she could still …

“Are you with me?” she heard from a distance, and she vaguely saw the head of the gay man moving above her.

“How many fingers?”

“She’s okay.”

Had she answered? Donna didn’t know. But how could she with that cage in her

mouth?

“Those breasts need a lot of work.”

What she heard was incoherent, and she had difficulty answering. She felt her jaw being opened a lot more stretching them even more. She saw movements, but it was all too fast to react to. The next hours passed by in a blur, as she felt her teeth being drilled at times, scrubbed, lights in her face.

“It’s happening….” became her only thought after a while, as she gave up trying to understand what was going on.

“EEEHW!!” Donna shouted as an acrid smell roused her. She tried to get up but her bonds held her back.

She looked around.  “What…?” she thought.

“Welcome back to the living, sleepy head,” the gay doctor said.

She looked at him.  He was sitting on a high chair, looking down on her.  He had opened her blouse and was fondling her breasts, checking out their complexity. She noticed the nurse still in the room, smiling at her as she cleaned up.

“Mbbbl”  Donna tried to say something but her tongue was like rubber in her mouth. The room seemed to be spinning.  She laid back to recover. . A sharp pain at her left breast woke her up again, and she looked at the dentist.  He had squeezed her nipple roughly.

“Stay focused please.”  Donna nodded and tried to focus on his face.  “We’re done with the first treatment.” The dentist spoke slowly so that Donna could follow. “We’ve replaced all of your fillings, and whitened all of your teeth.  They have responded well.”

She frowned, unable to comprehend what he was saying.  “Boy, did they ever drug me!! Everything is wobbling around.”

“Of course we added the diamond. It looks beautiful.”  As he said so, he

pulled back her upper lip for a close inspection.

“Now you’re still pretty drugged…”  He shook her face a little.  It caused her vision to blur and disoriented her.  “It was necessary because we had to do so much.  For the next several days, you will use painkillers; if not, you will be in terrible pain.  The dental nerves need some time to calm down.”

Donna tried again to feel anything, but her mouth was a rubbery mess.

“As a result, you’ll only eat soup and with a straw.  Avoid using your teeth for this week.”

Donna nodded slowly.

“Ok, we’re going to take you to another room for your skin treatment. Nurse, bring Donna to Room 5, will you?  And feed her a bit.”

She was indeed hungry. She felt her stomach ache as she was led through the corridor to another room. She couldn’t recall being released from the chair.  When she was laid down on a hospital bed, she noticed for the first time that she had been walking with her breasts bare.  As she laid down, the nurse undressed her. Donna felt helpless as everything just happened before she could react.  Donna couldn’t talk, the frame still in her mouth, her mouth totally numb.  All she could do was make some muffled noises.

“Relax, and take the straw.” The nurse said, and Donna was suddenly sucking up some soup. “There, good girl.” The young nurse said. Where was the frame? It was out of her mouth. She looked next to the bed, but it wasn’t there. She shook her head a little, every time she closed her eyes it seemed hours passed by.  Donna felt her tying her up again, to the bed this time “So you won’t fall.” She explained.

Donna didn’t really care. She was busy fighting with the damn straw which flipped out of her mouth all the time it seemed.

“Can you hear me Donna?”

Now Ninon was standing over her. 

“I brought you your friend” and she held up the big black dildo, and waved it in front of her. Donna followed it with her eyes, but was still too drugged to respond.

“I’ll leave it here, don’t forget it again.”

She vaguely heard Ninon talk with the nurse as she left. How long had she been with her? What time was it?

“We are moving you into the laser room, it’s time for your skin treatment.”  Donna turned to see two nurses begin to move her bed into the hallway.

“She’s pretty out of it” was the last thing she heard, before she dozed off again.

“Wakey-wakey,” a smiling doctor said.  Donna woke up, pretty clear this time, and she tried to get up.

“Hmmmm!” she screamed. Her body was in agony.

“Don’t try to move too much. We’ve pretty much lasered you everywhere.  Your skin is very irritated.”

She looked down herself, naked, spread-eagled on a bed. Her skin gleamed from the oil they had applied to it.

“As you can see, your skin is quite reddish.  Even despite your dark tan and the oil applied to it.” The gay doctor explained “Once we got going, we found a lot of small disruptions in your skin, which we removed to the best of our abilities. “

“Gggmh” Donna tried to ask something but her mouth would not obey.

“Talking will be difficult the next few hours, maybe even days.  Normally by tomorrow, the sedative should have worn out but you have gotten two sedatives in one day, so you can never really tell.” The doctor explained: “Just don’t try to talk for now. You may find your thinking fuzzy and that you are easily distracted.  Don’t worry about it, your brain is still foggy.”

He dragged  a finger gently across her torso. It felt like a knife cutting her skin “Very sensitive still,” he said aloud to himself.  “You’ll be on some heavy painkillers this weekend, unfortunately.” The doctor looked back at her.  “So no alcohol at all, please.”

Donna didn’t mind that; she disliked alcohol ever since the Caribbean anyway. But she wanted to see herself and she wasn’t able to.  That frustrated her.  “They’ve done something to me, and everybody can see it but me!”

The doctor stroked his fingers through her hair, watching her frustration build.  “Just sleep for now.  All went well, and you’ll see the new you more than enough in the near future.”  He looked her in the eye, with a gentle look.  “And you’ll be picked up around 10 tonight. Ms Brendan has a party, remember?”

Donna laid back and tried to think things over. As she did, the drugs took over again, and she fell back into a deep dreamy sleep.

The doctor smiled at her as he looked at the sleeping naked woman in front of him. He was quite pleased with his work. Her teeth had gone well, and the diamond inserted in one of her teeth shined brightly when the light hit it. It was the exactly the effect that he had wanted.  And her teeth were brightly white too.  He had gone a bit overboard, so she would feel a lot of pain the coming days but well, beauty without pain.  He closed her mouth gently.

As for the skin, he complimented himself on a job well done.  Every blemish had been removed, all unsightly flaws gone. As his hand glided across the skin from Donna’s shoulder to her hip, he surveyed at the overall picture Donna now created. Even in a tight close-up, she would have a perfect complexion.  Maybe she would need one or two additional treatments if a blemish returned but certainly not much more than that.  He also had removed her pubic hair from the sides of her vagina, leaving only the hair above. For now.

The fact that Donna was under orders to shave had made it very painstaking job to permanently remove hair by laser.  Normally clients would have been given instructions not to shave.  The laser was more effective if hair stubble was easily visible and could be burned off.  Now he had to almost dig into her skin to get at the hair to be removed, and that would be certain to make her recovery all the more painful in the coming days.  Maybe that’s what Ms. Brendan wanted, he speculated, but it was also possible they forgotten to tell her.  Then, the poor thing had just followed her old orders to shave, and so prepared herself for an unwanted torture.

Her ass crack had been much easier.  He rolled her on the side, and opened her ass cheeks to check upon the result.  Not much hair there and she had done a less thorough job in shaving.  Most likely, she can’t see too well when she shaves there. Anyway, that was all over now. That ass would be hairless for quite a while, he saw.

Her legs were done too as well as her underarms.  He rolled onto her back again. It felt quite smooth but he knew it was also due to the oil on her skin.  But her long legs had no more hair and almost every blemish lasered away. They looked fabulous oiled as they were. 

Ms Brendan wanted a “clean canvas” and here it was.  This woman was ready to be painted upon. He stood up and admired the naked women one more time.  She was indeed a beauty, though a bit old he thought.  The doctor turned and left the room, leaving his new patient to sleep.  She would need her sleep, he knew, she had still had a party to attend tonight.   No doubt, Ms Brendan had something special in mind for her latest “girlfriend”.