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0 yrs, 0 mo, 10 d
She awoke groggily, uncomfortable. She felt like she had drank too much the night before and woke up too early the next day. She couldn't see anything. The room she was in was dark. She started to move her hand down to her face, only to find that her wrists were bound up over her head. Her ankles were bound as well, so that her legs were straight out and she was forced to lie on her back. Something seemed to be stuck down her throat. She tried to call out, but whatever was in her throat kept her from speaking. She began to panic. Where was she? Her breath came quick. She started to really strain against her bonds. Just as she felt self control really start to slip, the lights came on.
She blinked and squinted, momentarily blinded by the bright glare. She was in an off white room, restrained to a cot. In those first few blind moments, that was all she could determine. Then a familiar voice spoke.
"Ah, you're awake!" he said pleasantly.
She strained to look towards the direction of the voice, and saw him walking towards her.
"I'm sorry about the restraints. For your own good, I'm afraid," he said has he began undoing her bonds. "Also the tube in your throat. Standard procedure I'm afraid when someone's been anesthetized. Hold still. This is going to feel a little uncomfortable." He sat her up and began to pull the tube from her throat, and it was indeed an unpleasant sensation. A little like vomiting, but not as intense, and with the sense of pulling rather than pushing. As the tubes came free, she breathed a deep, shuttering breath and her head began to slump forward. He caught her under the chin with his hand and lifted her face.
"Not yet," he said. "As per our agreement, you are going to learn to follow some rules. But not quite yet. Right now I want to show you something. Don't look around, don't look down. Simply look in my eyes until I tell you."
This seemed reasonable enough. So as he stood and began to lead her off, walking backwards as he did, she complied. They only went a short distance, just over towards one of the room's walls, before he stepped aside, revealing a full length mirror. It was only then that it really registered to her that she was completely naked. Her eyes widened at the sight of herself.
The first thing she noticed was her tits. When she had come to stay here, her tits were a meager A. A little less, really. Now, they were a perky C, bruised and red from the recent surgery. She was so shocked by the sudden and unasked for increase in size, it took her a moment to note a silver glint on each breast. Her nipples had been pierced! Each nipple sported a small silver ring. As she looked further, she noticed a similar glint in her crotch. Her clit was pierced! It sported a similar ring. Subconsciously, her hand started to move towards it.
"Ah," he said, "I see you've noticed the piercings. One in each nipple, and on your clit. Also, open your mouth." She was too stunned to do anything but comply. "A stud through your tongue as well. I've also had electrolysis done on all of the hair on your body except on the top of your head and your eyelashes." She blinked at that, and leaded her head slightly forward as she looked more closely at her reflection. She had been so dumbfounded by the piercings that she hadn't even noticed the lack of hair, most immediately noticeable at her crotch. Before she had had a thick, dark bush of hair down there. Now it was completely smooth. Suddenly, it dawned on her completely what he had said. Everything but the top of the head and the eyelashes. That meant..... Her eyes scanned back up to the reflection of her face. No eyebrows. She looked like a freak. No eyebrows?! Why would he do that? It didn't even make sense. She felt anger rising in her, but she was still so groggy and muddled from the anesthetic that she couldn't get her thoughts together to make a coherent protest.
"Come," he said before she could recover, "let's get you settled in the spare room." Spare room? Get settled? She'd been sleeping in that room for a week. She was so confused and drug addled that all she could manage was an shaken, "Wha....ok" before following him out of the room.
He lead her up a flight of stairs and she found herself following him through a door that had until then remained concealed in to what she had thought of as the basement. He continued to lead her on through the house, finally arriving at a room that had already became familiar to her in the short time of her stay. The spare bedroom, or at least one of them. He stopped at the door as she reflexively stepped in a few paces.
"I'm going to leave you here to adjust. Do whatever you like in here today. Tomorrow, we'll get you started on your new routine."
She felt there was something ominous to that as he shut the door and she heard the lock click. He had never locked her in before. She plopped onto the bed, and looked around the room aimlessly. Her anger was still there, but dulling a bit. After all, was it so bad? She had always been ashamed of her small tits, jealous of girls who had bigger, which was pretty much every girl at her school. She had to admit that they would look pretty nice once the redness and bruising went down. She actually wouldn't half mind them a size bigger. And the rings, she had thought about getting all kinds of piercings once she turned eighteen. The only thing that she really didn't like was the eyebrows. There would be no real way to hide those, not on a long term basis. She could wear sunglasses a lot, but not forever. Taken altogether, she wasn't sure how to feel.
Right then, she just felt so tired, the anesthetic not totally out of her system yet. And oddly, she felt just the slightest bit horny. So she laid down with out bothering to look for something to wear, pulled up the covers, and went to sleep.
When she woke up she felt much better, though she had no idea how long she had slept. It was still light outside. She sat there, looking at the sunlight through the window. She could get out through that. Even if it was locked, she could smash it and run. But run where? Back home? To a neighbors house? She was still naked. She looked in the dresser draws and in the closet. All empty. She could scream for help, but what then? A screaming naked girl running through the streets? As she sat there she realized that the sense of arousal that she had noticed just before falling asleep was still there, but stronger. She supposed that it wouldn't hurt to stay for a little longer and see where all of this was headed. So the guy was a little kinky. The arrangement was still essentially the same. She got a place to stay and he got touching privileges. If things got too weird she could always run then. Besides, unlike other times when she had used her body to get what she wanted, this time she had actually enjoyed most of it.
She quickly found that there wasn't a lot to do in that room. There was no TV and nothing to read. Oddly, there was a well stocked mini-fridge and a working microwave. Finding that she was ravenous, she fixed herself a microwave dinner, ate it, then heated up another one. Then she sat there alone with her thoughts. Naturally, with nothing else to do, she started to explore the new changes to her body. Her breasts were the largest and most obvious alteration. She'd always wondered what fake breasts felt like. As she squeezed her breasts, she found that they felt pretty close to how they had before, albeit much larger. Her hands moved up to her nipple rings. She flipped them back and forth a little bit. She noticed that her nipples were hard. She pinched and rubbed them a bit, to see how they reacted with the rings through them. She closed her eyes and moaned a little bit at the sensations this sent shooting through her body.
She sat up on the bed, the better to examine her clit ring. It moved easily as she flipped it back and forth. Her clit was swollen and hypersensitive as well. She found her other hand drifting back up to her breast. She began to rub her breasts and clit, moaning more and more regularly as she did so. She plunged two fingers into her pussy and found it sopping wet. Her rubbing became more and more furious as she felt the stirrings of a powerful orgasm building in her. Soon she was grunting hoarsely as waves of pleasure washed over her, then she collapsed backwards onto the bed. At last she released, waves of pleasure rippling across her body as she came.
She laid there for some time before starting to move again. There really wasn't anything to do in that tiny room. She ate again. In a surprisingly short amount of time, she felt her arousal building again. She had never felt like this before. Maybe it was the adventure, or the mystery of it all. But before she knew it, she was masturbating again. Eventually, she fell back asleep, but not until she had masturbated no less than four times. She had never touched herself so much in one day, nor had so many orgasms. After bringing herself to climax that fourth and final time, she finally drifted in to a deep slumber.
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