VACUUM IN MY LIFE

BY JAR

Chapter 1

As I sat in a bar after work on a Friday evening, I reflected that it had been a good week.   I had applied several months earlier for a job at a major Stockbroker in London and had started on Monday.   I knew the tails of how the Financial World was male orientated and women were classed as little more than sex objects, not to be trusted with any thing too serious.  Well that suited me fine as I was only looking for the “right man” i.e. loads of money and if possible good looking, that bit would be as may be, money was the first thing.  It had been said that I had an arrogant manner but the truth was, I knew what I wanted and would do anything to get it.

As I finished my second drink I noticed a woman about two tables away, she was looking at me.   She had not looked away as I turn to look at her, she just smiled at me.  I then realised that she had been in our office that afternoon, with my boss and by the way all the men were acting, she must have been one of the firm’s big clients.   She got up and came over to my table and said “excuse me but do you work at RGS, as I think I saw you there to day.

Thinking that this could be good for me if I got in with one of the firms best clients, I quickly got to my feet and said yes.   She appeared impressed with my polite manner and asked if she could join me.   She introduced herself as Lady Charlotte Tammlen-Brown.   We had chatted for about half an hour when she said that she had come up to town to see Gerald, my boss, but after the meeting had decided not to go back to her house in the country as she was to tired and instead had booked into the Grand Hotel.  I was impressed as the place was the best in town. 

She said it occurred to her that if she rang friends and told them she was in town it would result in a boring night and wondered if I would join her for bit of fun.   It was soon agreed that I would go home, shower and change and meet her in her Hotel room at about 8.

As I soaped my body in the shower, many thoughts flashed through my mind.  Was she a lesbian and if so what would I do.   Well I will cross that bridge if we get there.   If the price was right anything was possible.

The lift stopped at the top floor and I walked down the corridor looking for the room number.  The door was at the end of the corridor and I pressed the doorbell.  Lady Charlotte opened the door and invited me in, as I entered my mouth dropped open at its size.  Without noticing the look on my face she offered me a drink and we sat and talked.    After some time I started to feel cold and as I tried to move the glassed dropped from my hand and I fell back on the sofa.   On hearing the glass drop a man dressed as a Chauffer entered the room and proceeded to give me an injection in the arm.   I realised that I could hear and see but could not move, however much I tried to.  

He left the room and came back with a large trunk on wheels.   The side was opened and he lifted me up and sat me in the trunk.   Straps were placed around my waist and upper chest holding me firmly against the back of the box.   A ball gag was placed into my mouth and he finished strapping me in.   Despite not being able to move from the drug it was obvious that even if I were not drugged, movement would be impossible. 

The side was shut and I could hear Lady Charlotte telling him to take the trunk down to the car and she would see him back at the House.

The full horror of my situation hit me as the trunk was being moved, no one knew were I was.  I would just disappear, work would think I was not able to take the jokes aimed at women and my rent was paid by standing order so it would be months before any one noticed I was no longer around.   I started to cry. 

The journey seemed to take forever and the trunk was becoming stuffy, as it had not been modified in any way.   My hopes built as I heard the engine being turned off.   I had been trying to move and noticed that the effects of the drugs were wearing off.  If I could surprise them when they got me out of the trunk may be I could escape. 

As the trunk was opened a new face looked in, he smiled and held a syringe up to my face and said, “Welcome to Hell” and injected me with the paralysing drug.  As my body went cold and stiff I knew the chances of escape were nil.

He was a short guy and liked to talk, I later learned his name was Jimmy.  It transpired that, as he was only 4 feet 11.  He had been bullied at school, which had resulted in him not getting the required grades to enter medical school.  He had studied medicine on his own, until by chance he meet Lady Charlotte and she offered him a job modifying girls she kept at her estate.

He undid the straps that held me in the trunk and pulled me out and put me onto a stainless steel trolley.  In a matter of moments he cut off my clothes and put them in a dustbin.  I felt my self-going red all over my body as he gave me a ‘very’ through inspection and removed the few items of jewellery I was wearing, this only added to my embarrassment. 

Why should I be embarrassed I though I may be only 5 feet 1 but had a very firm but petite body with small breasts 36B?

“Right were off to my office now” he said and pushed the trolley down a corridor to another room.  He stopped the trolley in the middle of the room and put on the brakes.    As I could not move all I could see was the ceiling, which was, covered all over with a mirror, allowing me to see the whole room abet from the top down.   .

Lady Charlotte entered the room and gave Jimmy instructions that I was to be fitted with a collar, shoes, ankle cuffs with chains, wrist and arms in normal place.  The usual gags and insertions please.  Send her to my room when you are finished.  She smiled at me and left. 

“Well if that’s what the Lady wants” he said.   He measured my throat and from a drawer remover several steel collars till he found the right size.  When placed around my throat I was sure it was too small as it made swallowing difficult.  “To small” he enquired, well most things will be too small or too big, that’s part of the fun, not for you but her Ladyship.  The same procedure was followed at my ankles and wrists and elbows.  My ankles had a 12-inch chain connecting them.  My wrist and elbows pulled together behind my back and then joined with metal pins.   An inflatable gag was put into my mouth and pumped to the point that I though by jaw would break.

A large dildo was inserted into my arse and pussy both pumped to their fullest extent and to make matters a bit more uncomfortable via the Butt pug water was pumped into me making my bowels swollen and painful, then they started to cramp from the water.  5 inch heal shoes were fitted and strapped to my feet.   By now the effect of the drug was fading.

Despite his size Jimmy was a strong guy and lifted me from the table and stood me on the floor.  Without the use of my arm I found it difficult to balance in the high heals, but a few cuts from a cane across my arse soon gave me the incentive to master the problem.  He attached a lead to my neck collar and led me through the house to Lady Charlotte room.   She was lying on the bed naked watching television as we entered.  ‘O’ good not much on tonight, you will make up for that Vicky.  Jimmy removed the lead and left the room.

“Come here she said, I did not move, no one talked to me like that.  “O good a stubborn one, they are always the best to train” she said.   Her hand came over her body so fast I did not see the whip until the end landed on my left breast making a very long red mark.  I tried to step back but the short chain between my ankles tripped me and I fell heavily on to my back crushing my arms under my body.  I lay there in pain with the wind knocked out off me.  “Do I have to tell you again” I heard her say?  I had lost the will to fight and crawled on my knees to the bed.  That’s better she said.   Perhaps you will remember this, next time I give you an order.  I just stared, with tears running down my face.

“Let me explain your position” said Lady Charlotte.  “I keep slave’s here to operate the house or for my pleasure.  Some of them have requested to be slaves, some like you, have not but the end result is the same if you don’t do as you’re told you get punished.   Come closer”, I was quick to obey this time and she removed the gag from my mouth.   Have I made my self-clear?  I quickly answered yes and received a hard slap to the face.   You know that I am a Lady and should be address as such also any person who speaks to you is addressed as either Master or Mistress.  “Yes My Lady” I was quick to say.   “Good, see how quick your training can take”.

“Have you ever had sex with a women” she asked.  “No My Lady” I said.  You are to lick my pussy she commanded.  As I started to crawl on to the bed her foot kicked out and landed in my stomach, again I fell backwards but this time my head caught the bedside cabinet and knocked me out.  I came to with ringing in my ears and my legs on fire.   As I opened my eyes her Ladyship was caning my thighs.   “Never get on to my bed unless I tell you to” she said.   As I scrambled back I was angry and said “Yes you did it’s not my fault if you can’t make your mind up”.  She stopped and a smile came to her lips but her eyes were cold.  

She came off the bed and pushed me fully to the floor.  In a sweet voice she explained that I had been told to lick her pussy not get on the bed.  She tied a rope from my ankle chain to my wrist chain and pulled the two together making me arch my back in a most uncomfortable position.  To complete it she tied a rope around my forehead and down my back to the wrist chain.  My neck, back arms and legs were in agony as I knelt on my knees and the ball gag replaced, it was hard to breathe.  

With a cane she whipped the soles of my feet and my arms but mostly my breast and belly.  After about 5 minutes I passed out from the pain. 

The next day I had a large bruise to the side of my face and sported a black eye.  My legs and arms were covered with red strips from the cane.  My feet were badly swollen and I found it very difficult to walk.   Each time I fell to my knees to relieve the pain my head was pulled back and my breasts caned.  I pleaded for her to stop, promising to do any thing.  “Anything” she said. “Yes anything” I said.   In that case you will sweep the floor in the corridor, you can only hold the brush with your teeth.

On my knees with the brush head held in my mouth and my arms bound behind me I swept the floor.  About two hours later she returned with another girl who was introduced as Maryclean.  Maryclean is responsible for keeping the house clean she is also a slave but is here by choice and therefore you will do anything she tells you as though it came from me.  Is that clear?  “Yes My Lady” I said.  I had taken an instant dislike to Maryclean.  She was dressed form head to toe in yellow latex rubber, very shinny.  She wore black 7-inch high heel shoes and a black French maids dress over the latex.  The latex was even up to the edges of her eyes, even the eyelids were covered, when she opened her mouth and I could see the inside was also covered.

I later learned that 10 men had raped her and after she recovered kept having desires to repeat the experience, which so revolted her she had requested to have her breasts removed along with her ovaries, womb, and clitoris.  Her pussy had been sown up and her bladder diverted to come out her arse.  She hoped that by having no sex equipment that would end the desire, but it had not done so completely therefore she took it out on other slaves.

“What do you think Maryclean?” said her Ladyship?  “The floor needs washing My Lady” was all she said.  Good idea, fetch a bucket and ensure she washes every bit in the usual way.  “Yes My Lady” said Maryclean and curtsied.   5 minutes later I am knelling next to a bucket.   “Wash floor” she said.  “How do I get the water out and onto the floor” I said in a tarty voice.   “Use your mouth your good at that”.  A cut from the cane in her hand persuaded me not to argue any more.  So I sucked up a mouth fully of soppy water, dropped it on the floor and holding the scrubbing brush in my teeth scrubbed an area of floor.   I looked up and Maryclean “That’s right use your mouth” I groaned as I licked up the dirty water.  I was just about to spit it back in the bucket when she caned me across the arse and said, “No swallow it”.  Nearly throwing up I managed to swallow the water. 

Again and again I repeated the process as I worked down the corridor.  Maryclean left me to get on with her job and came back ever so often to check on the amount done.  About half way down the corridor she brought a fresh bucket of hot soapy water. I needed to go for a pee badly.   “Please Mistress can I go to the toilet”? I asked.  No she said and walked off.  I was bursting but the though of what would happen if I peed on the floor made me cross my legs so to speak.  Half an hour later I let slip some urine on to the floor.  With out thinking, as I was so frightened I licked it up and swallowed it.   Moments later I realised what I had done and cried at how low they had made me go.

Maryclean returned and lead me to a room, the door had a toilet sign on it but it was empty except a girl on her back with a funnel in her mouth.   Maryclean instructed me to squat over the funnel and pee into it, warning that if any missed I would have to clean it up.  I could hear the girl groan as I relieved my self, without a care for her misery.  She led me back to the lounge where Lady Charlotte was informed that I had completed my task.

Lady Charlotte though for a while and said, “Maryclean would you like to have Vicky as your floor slave, we could call her Vickyvac to show her duties.   You would be totally responsible for her punishment if she did not perform to the highest standards”.  I could see her eyes light up with the thought of all the horrible things she could do to me.  “Can I have her modified as I please?” she asked.  “Yes” said her Ladyship you don’t have to ask my permission just get Master Jimmy to do what every you require.

With that Maryclean lead me away to storage room where the cleaning materials were kept.   I noticed her bed in the corner.   She opened a small cupboard door under a worktop and pushed me in, it was only just large enough for me to craw into.   It was to narrow to turn around in so I would have to remain in the same position until the door was opened and I could back out.  She locked the door.

At 5 o’clock the next morning the door opened and she set me to work cleaning the floors.   I had to go round the house on my knees as I had been banded from walking, she also had my arms clamped behind me.  I became quite good at picking up things with my teeth or lips. But my lips and tongue were sore from the work.   My legs, breast and arse were black with bruises from the caning she gave me every time something was not perfect.

One afternoon, about a week later, she was about to feed me in the bowel on the floor as normal when she pulled it away and said, “report to Master Jimmy’s office for modification”.  No indication of what was to happen was given and I knew not to ask if you did not want a beating. 

Naked and on my own I crawled down the corridor to the Office and banged on the door with my head.  Jimmy opened the door. “Ah Vickyvac I was expecting you” he said.

Lay on you back and lift up your ankles, he removed the ankle cuffs and shoes.  Stand-up and turn around he said.  He released the clamps holding my arms together and removed the armbands he also removed the neck collier.  For the first time since entering the house I had no straps, bands claps etc.  I would have enjoyed it if the calves of my legs and the muscles of my shoulders and arms were not screaming in pain.   Get on the table and lay down he said.  I see Maryclean has taken a likening to you by the amount of bruising on your body.

First we must insure that you are kept under control and he inserted an IV in to my arm and taped it down it to insure that it would not come out.  The drugs now flowing into you will immobilise you while I carry out the modifications Maryclean has requested.

The other end of the tube ran to a very impressive machine with a large control panel.   This he explained would be the means by which he could control the drugs and nutrients my body required, your other functions I will deal with later.   

He went to a small trolley covered with instruments and drawers, this and a chair he placed next to me and said this will hurt but then so will most things I will be doing to you over the months to get you up to specification.   He smiled and said “This is going to be fun”, I am going to place rings in your shoulders and hips to allow me to suspend you from wires, that way we don’t have problems with access to different parts of your body or pressure sores.  

He picks up a threaded rode and inserted it into an attachment in the electric drill.  Feeling the hip nearest to him he probed for a moment then place the screw against me and drilled it through my flesh into the bone until the top was level with my skin, a small trickle of blood ran down me, which he cleaned away with a surgical wipe.  Tears flowed down my face with the pain and the vibrations that went though me.  He quickly repeated this on my other hip and two more rods were inserted into the top of my shoulders. 

From a drawer of his table he picked up four bolts with stainless steel rings attached.  He was at pains to show me that the rings could move about even if the threaded part was held.   He inserted the rod into the holes inside the screw he had placed in my hips and shoulders.   As I lay there I could see the rings hanging down the side of my body, which in a perverse way turned me on.   He rolled me on to my stomach and attached thin wires hanging from the roof.

Walking over to a bench that ran the length of one of the walls, he picking up a remote control and pressed a button.   I could hear motors as the cables attached to me lifted my body off the table.    In my paralysed state my arms, legs and head hung down like some old sack.  Once I was clear of the trolley he stopped the hoist and moved the trolley to a corner of the room.    Retuning to his seat he picked up a set of steel bracelets, which he attached to my wrists and ankles.  He then lowered me till my body was a comfortable height for him to work on and chained my legs and arms to the floor via the rings set into the cuffs and the floor.  

“Good news” he said, we do not need to use the paralysing drug for the time being as you can’t move from the position you’re in and that will allow us to talk to each other.   I should warn you that if you start screaming or make to much noise I would take measures that you will not like.   As the drug wore off I was able to lift my head and close my mouth that had been hanging open.   “Why are you doing this to me?” I asked him.  It’s my job, he said and I do enjoy my work so I would suggest that we make an agreement that I will try not to hurt you to much and give you pain killers etc if you corporate with me, that way both our lives will be easer.  “What do you say?”  Realising the impossibility of my position I said I would try to do as I was told.  Good he said.

He next inserted a tube up each nostril, and down into my lungs.  This will insure that you are able to breath and stop you chocking etc.   I will insert a catheter into your bladder to get rid of your pee and we will give you a quick enema to clean out your bowels and I will say good night.   Ten minutes later I was alone but he had left the lights on so sleep came slowly.

VACUUM IN MY LIFE

BY JAR

Chapter 2

I had been awake for what felt like years before he came the next morning.  Right he said we have much to do to day.  Maryclean has ordered a lot of modifications that need to be carried out to your body.   Trying to control my voice I said please could he let me go, I don’t want to be modified, what ever that means.   Sorry he said that’s not possible but I will stick to my bargain of not hurting you too much if you cooperate with me.  I nodded my head and cried.   First I need to support you head so I will put this strap around your forehead and attached it to a cable. This enabled me to see into the mirrors he had pace in front of me, now giving me a clear view of my suspended body.   

He said it’s a little known fact that if you take your nutrients directly into your blood stream then you mostly make piss.  If you eat via your mouth then you get shit and piss.   See it’s like being back a school he joked.  Not that I though it funny.  I watched as he picked up a large rubber plug, this is a butt plug he informed me it goes in your ass and plugs it up but you will note that it has a pump to expand its size and your hole, I could see it had a pipe through its centre.   He rubbed KY jelly over it and inserted it in my rectum, it felt like a tree trunk it was so big but he still gave it a couple of pumps.   Just to make it watertight he joked.  God I though please keep your jokes to your self.  He connected the pipe to his machine and I felt my bowels being filled with fluid. 

Next he came round to my face and I could see he had a ring with straps attached in his hand.  He pushed the ring into my mouth and pulled it up to the back of my teeth, the size made my jaw ache with pain but what could I do.   He then pushed a pipe through the middle of the ring and said when this gets to the back of your throat swallow, it will help.   As the pipe touched the back of my throat I started to reach but he pushed harder and the pipe went in and down to my stomach but I could still taste bile in my mouth.  The pipe had a bulge about four inches from the end and he did not stop until I could feel it in at the top of my chest.  The bulge will stop any thing coming back up your throat and into your lungs.  Fresh tears of pain and frustration over whelmed me.   The helplessness of my situation had over come me, my body was suddenly racked with huge sobs.  He did not appear bothered at all and just carried on.

The pipe was connected to his ‘machine’ and I felt fluid flooding in to my stomach.  How pissed off was I getting with that ‘machine’ I felt it was taking over my life.  His face appeared in front of me and said how does that feel? The idea is to get rid of all the waste in your system he said.  Twat I though, but in a muffled voice said, “how do you think and for fuck sake turn off the tap to my ass before I explode”, the pain in my bowels was unbearable.  “Ops forgot to set the machine”, with that he pressed a button. I began to empty but the flowed continued as the mouth feed had gone all the way through me.  A day should do the trick and pressed several buttons to input this into the computer.  

I will give your head a quick shave to get rid of most of the hair now, the rest will go in a few days when the drug I have been giving you via the IV destroys the hair follicles.   This will affect all your body including eyelashes, legs etc, and is permanent, like most of the things I will be doing to you.   So the good news is no more waxing for you.  I am giving you another drug, see if you can work out what it is doing to you. That may help take your mind of things.

Next I need to make modifications to your ears and it will be best that you are not at home for this and with a press of a button I stared to feel sleepy.   When I woke, he did not appear to have moved and I could see his mouth opening and closing but no sound came out of it.  Must be a dream I thought, then he got up from his chair went to the ‘machine’ pressed a button and I could hear again.

“Sorry about that, forgot to switch you on”.  I will explain, I have removed both your ears down to the nerves and put in an implant that connects direct to the nerve ends, this will allow you to hear but can be turned on or off as we wish.  The canal has been packed with tissue from the lobes I cut off and a flap of skin pulled over the wound, which will heal to leave hardly any scare at all.  With that he picked up a mirror to allow me to see what he had done, at the sight of my earless head I fainted.   Some minutes late I came round and he again held up the mirror.  The side of my head was smooth with a small crescent of neat stitches holding the skin till it healed.  In some way it made my now baldhead look even smoother.  Well it’s been a long day he said and the best thing will be to start afresh tomorrow, good night and he left the room.  

As I hung from the wires I could see my head in the mirror in front of me and with a bit of a strain could see the work he had done and despite the throb in my head could not help but admire the quality of his workmanship.   Then a voice said nice job isn’t it and Lady Charlotte appeared in my view.  Just popped in to see if Jimmy was looking after you all right and to fit a bit of a present for cooperating so well.  

With that she despaired from view and I felt a hand between my legs and she pushed a dildo up me and with a bit of surgical tape made sure that it would not fall out.   After a few minutes I realised that she had left the room.   The dildo felt quite big but I was sure she would have bigger as it did not hurt me too much but made me feel turned on.  

After about half an hour the ‘machine’ switched on the dildo, which was in fact a vibrator.   The vision of my earless head and the vibrations started to get my juices flowing and just as I reached the point of an orgasm it stopped. I felt anger and frustration, and then I headed her laughter in my head.   This I realised must be via the implants, and it occurred to me that I could only hear via a microphone, which could be any place in the house.   The vibrator then started again and carried on for the next 5 hours, never allowing me to come, when it stopped I fell asleep.

I see Lady Charlotte gave you the present she was talking about at dinner and I expect that is what has put you in this mood.  He stood there a moment and looked me over. I think a bath is in order you have been here over a week and we have not even cleaned your teeth.  He removed the pipes from my mouth and arse but left the dildo in.  With that he set to and washed my body all over.  As he worked I could see large amounts of hair in the flannel, which he was at pains to rinse off into the bowel.  We talked as he worked and we exchanged histories etc.    When he finished I felt much better and more able of coupe with my situation.  Now your clean on the in and outside we will get on he said.

With different presses on the buttons of his remote control unit he repositioned my body and legs via the wires till he was able to work on my pussy in comfort.   He lowered my head till I could see in the mirror, he had put on the floor, my now hairless virgina.  He picked up a steel instrument like scissors but with a pair of jaws that opened when he squeezed the handle.  Then he inserted the blades into me and opened me up.  All ways one for a joke he called out “Any one in there”.   I could not help but smile.  In case your wondering what I am about to do. I will remove your ovaries this will stop your periods etc and make life easer.   I will put then into storage in case we need to bread from you at a latter date.   For the next hour I could feel the instruments up inside of me cutting and stitching.   A most unsettling feeling.  “There” he said as he came around in front of me with a surgical dish in his hand containing two round, what looked like meatballs.  “Life” he said profoundly as we looked at them, and then strode off to put them into storage.    I had never really liked the idea of having kids so this removal did not upset me too much. 

The ‘machine’ was used to turn me over and a small table placed under my back for support.   With my leg held wide apart and my arms firmly clamped I racked my mind as to what he could do next.  Of course the list was endless to these people, just beyond my understanding

“Now for the big one” said Jimmy we are going to remove your digestive track from the neck to your arse and insert a pipe to reconnect the two.  There is a bit more to it than that as I am sure you can guess.   I know how you like to know what is going on so I will let you watch.  I’m sure you heard about people who have had operations and due to some mistake they have felt every thing, well you just got lucky.  To help I have slowed you heart beat to the minimum.

A cut was made from just above my belly button to my ribs and cross at about half its length, the four flaps were pulled back and in the mirror I could see my insides.  This he said is your intestine and he started to pull out this long grey tube and placed it in a plastic bowel, 32 feet he said as he pulled it out.  I need to be careful he explained, as we don’t want to contaminate the inside of your body and start an infection.  Running his hands along the top end he removed more bits till his hand was just below my neck.  He cut the end.  Travelling the other way he removed more organs until he eventually arrived at my arse hole but on the inside, leaving about 6 inched of tube he cut the rest away.  He showed me the large pile of organs before putting them in to the incinerator.

He picked up a long stainless steel pipe, about 3 inches in diameter at the bottom end and about 1 inch at the top end.  The 1-inch end was inserted into my arse and it was a good job that a dollop of JY Jelly had been put on my arse hole as he pushed the whole length into me.  When he had about an inch sticking out my arse hole he secured the pipe in place.  The flesh tube that ran from my arse was held against the metal tube by a rubber band, which would give it some movement.   Straps were attached from the stainless steel tube to the inside of my ribs and hipbones also to my spine so that my body had no flex at all and was held ridged.  Several other boxes were secured to the Stainless steel tube and connected in place.  With my inside again full the flaps on my belly were sewn together and that part of the job completed.   I did not know what the equipment inside me was for. 

“I need to remove your noise and replace it with the inlet socket” he said, "We need to give you new way to breathe".  He removed both of the tubes in my nose and I watched as he reinserted them through the back of my neck, on a level with my shoulders, about 3 inches either side of my spine and into my lungs. Over the ends of the tubes he attached a fancy surround to my skin with some sort of super glue, which he said would be permanent.   You can also continue to breathe through your mouth but I am sure at time they will fill that with some thing.

He then sliced down the centre of my noise and the side of my neck so that he had access to the top of the pipe from my arse.  He pulled back the skin around the noise area and pushed in a pipe till he could connect it to the main pipe.   With the base end secured he fitted a plate to the other end, which he screwed to the bone of my upper jaw, cheeks and noise area.   The flesh was repacked in the nasal area to form a lump under the skin, which was clamped around the edge of the inlet nozzle.  The inlet nozzle socket, a round metal plate with a hole in the middle, was about 3 inches out from my face.  My neck and face were sown up.

“You don’t have to worry about eating etc” he said “the IV will take care of that while we take time to let you heal again”.

During the next week I developed a fever and infection.   The drugs and fever made me have some horrible dreams but in reality nothing to compare with what was really happening.   Slowly they nursed me back to health over the next 3 weeks.  Several time Maryclean visited me and I was sure she was concerned but it was difficult to tell behind the rubber mask of her face.  One of the problems I had was that my body and neck were ridged and so they had kept me suspended from the wires in the vertical position from my shoulders.  

The IV had kept my alive with antibiotics and nutrients also had supplied the drugs that destroyed all my body hair forever.  I now understood about the other drug Jimmy had mentioned as my breasts were bigger than their original 36B and must have grown to a CC at least.  As I had always longer for slightly larger tits I did not mind. 

We don’t have to worry too much about scars except if they leave a large ridge or hollow.  These will go with the ones on your face, neck and belly.  I am sure there will be more. So I will cut your chest between the breasts to give me access to the ribs underneath.  We are going to insert and attach a plate inside your ribs under each breasts to give us a firm anchor point to attach another plate on the outside of your chest it will surrounded the base of both tits and has sleeves that extended about 2 inches up both breasts, they were so tight that they restricted the flow of blood thus making them a dull red colour and increasing their sensitivity. 

The feeling of having plates screw to bone is most weird only surpassed by watching wire being pushed through your tits till it could be screwed into the base plates.  The other ends were connected to domed washers that fitted over my nipples.   Between and above my breasts was a socket the purpose for it I did not know.    The next day after a he had checked me over said I could go back to Maryclean.  She was summoned some how and told the good news.

Jimmy was talking to Maryclean and said I was fit to leave but should be handled with care until I got my strength back.  She fastened the cuffs around my ankles and pulled them up against my thighs so that I had to balance on my knees.  My wrists were strapped to my upper arms.  She told me I was to crawl on my elbows and knees and not to try and stand up at any time.  I had a neck collar to which she attached a lead and led me back to what I now considered my cupboard.  It was during the crawl back that I fully realised what the effect of the Modifications that had been carried out were.  The 3-inch stainless steel pipe sticking out my arse was painful and had stretched my arse hole somewhat cruelly but not as bad as some of the things he had inserted.  I could feel the equipment inside but as of yet did not know what was use.  My head was a mess I had no ears or noise just a pipe sticking out.  I cried all the way back.

As this was the first bit of excise for 4 weeks I felt exhausted by the time we arrived.  You will no longer use the cupboard but that corner of the room.  We need to dock you now so that your body can be fed etc, that is the reason for the post in the corner and the socket on your chest.   Go and climb over the first bar that is to rest your hips on.   You should be able to see the top of the post and the socket on your chest, line up the two and press them together you should hear a click, which I did.  She placed a strap over my hips and I was not able to get up.   During the week I was sent on errands and had a rack strapped to my back.   This enabled me to carry the cleaning equipment for Maryclean as she went about her duties.

By the end of the week most of my strength had returned or enough to do what she required.  A pipe had been added to the pipe in my arse, which came up at right angles and passed up the crack in my bum to the small of my back, connected to this was a Bag.  A short pipe was inserted into the inlet socket or as I called it the noise hole and locked in place.  The other end had the head of a vacuum cleaner on it.  Some how she switched on the motor and I was told to vacuum the carpet in the lounge.  I was to be a vacuum cleaner and that was why they called me Vickyvac.   Waves of despair descended on me at the though of being reduced to a piece of household cleaning equipment.

I took a while to get the hang of the best way to do it, if I moved slowly I found that I could keep the head flat on the floor.  It took about an hour to do the job properly, which earned 14 cuts from the cane, that I was told, was too long.  During the following week we found that if she released my arms I could rock back and forth on my hands and do the job better and faster.  My legs remained bound, not to be released until the next modification visit. 

At the end of the week I was sent to Master Jimmy for more modification.   This time he attached the wires to my hip and shoulder sockets and lifted my bum up till, with my chest and knees resting on the ground my upper leg were at right angles to my body.  It felt funny having my bum stuck up in the air, but I did as I was told.   He cut into the side of my leg about 2 inches above my knees on both legs and inserted a bracket with a tube attached.  The bracket was screwed to the bone in my leg.  He stitched up the wounds and sprayed them with an antiseptic spray.  I now had a hole through my thighs

A 2-foot rod was put through the holes in my legs and secured in place keeping my knees apart.  Wheels were attached to the rod or should I now say axles and I was lowered down on to my new undercarriage and the wires removed.  He inserted a ring behind my Achilles tendon and with a length of chain pulled up my feet and attached the other end to the rings in my hips.

He also attached a rod from my knees to the chest plate, so that I could not straighten my legs.  Using the shoulder wires he raised my chest off the ground and attached a pole to the plate between my breasts, the pole had a castor type wheel on the end.   Good he said that’s done now and I see your breast are growing nicely.    Go back to your quarters and you can have the rest of the day off to recover.  Using my arms I was able to pull my self along. 

Back on my docking pole I was in despair, what would these bastards think of next I would never be able to go back to the outside world?  I had no digestive system and my face and leg were mutilated.  I cried my self to sleep. 

VACUUM IN MY LIFE

BY JAR

Chapter 3

The wheels did make the vacuuming easer as Maryclean set the height of the chest pole so that the hover head was just off the ground.   She also made me carry heaver loads on my back, at one point she even sat on me and I got my first feel of the rubber suit she wore.  As the weeks went on the wounds in my legs healed nicely so I was not surprised to be told to report to Master Jimmy for some more modifications.   With a heavy hart I set off for his office.

Jimmy inspected my legs and said the wounds had healed completely but the muscle in my bum and thighs had wasted a bit.  You also have some loss on your calves, I will speak to Maryclean about making you use your feet to move along with and to only chain them up after work

He made some modification to the axel and several brackets etc were added.  He then inserted a dildo up my pussy and ordered me to move about.  He had installed a crank so that as the wheels turned the dildo fucked me.  I was red in the face and felt so humiliated but managed to say nothing, as I knew that it would make no difference other than a beating.  The faster you go the faster it will go, he said and don’t tell me that by the end of the week you will not be enjoying it.  He then fitted a rack to the hip sockets to replace the chains.  Use these to rest your arms in and push your self along with your feet.  Right off you go and I will see you next week.

Maryclean though the dildo very funny and proceeded to tie my arms into the rack. With the chain attached to my collar she ran up and down the corridor pulling me along to see how fast the dildo would go.  My problem was that after a sort time I had nothing to lubricate the thing with so it begin to hurt and I cried out. 

At this point Lady Charlotte and Katikitchen came out to see what the noise was about.   Good I though Maryclean will get a beating when her Lady Ship see what they had done to me.  To my horror she made them run even faster and had them do a relay so that I did not stop.

Jimmy came into the corridor and pointed out that I would end up with bad friction burns and may never recover any feeling if they carried on with out lubricating me.   A dollop of KJ Jelly was put on and off they went again.   It was an hour and 4 orgasms before they stopped and I was allowed go back to my post by pushing myself along with my feet.  Jimmy called Maryclean over and said some thing to her, which I could not hear.

The hovering was very slow to do using just my feet so she released my arms for that task.  I also found that if I used my arms to go back and forth to vacuum an area of carpet then the dildo would move in and out slowly and I could have an orgasm.  By making sure that no one was around I could get about 9 in a day.  My life now had a purpose.  But of course Maryclean was not stupid and let me get to the point were I could think of nothing but getting on my own to have a fix.   She would remove the dildo and would not put it back unless I sucked her arse.  She also told me that for each orgasm I had during the day I would get 20 strokes of the cane.  At the end of the days work she would ask me the total and if I lied about the total number, the amount would be doubled.

The next day I managed not to have any orgasms by stopping before I got too worked up, but that got me a beating for being to slow.   What’s the point of a caning for being slow when I could have the same beating for having an orgasm?    The next day I ended up with 6 but said 5 for some reason.   That’s not what the meter said, so I make that 20 times 6 is 120 and double for lying makes 240.   I am going to be tired and sore tonight but not as sore as you she laughed.  Up and down, back and front, top of feet, soles of feet and my pussy all got her attention.   As she had inserted a gag all I could do was lay on the floor and accept it.  I did not sleep that night as I was in so much pain.

The next day I was washing the floor in Jimmy office when he came in.    He took one look at by body and called for Maryclean.   “Look” he said “I know that Her Ladyship allows you’re to punish how ever you want but if you want me to carry on with the modification then you will have to stop beating her for the next 2 weeks to allow the wounds to heal”.  “Ok” she said brightly, “I will keep a record and save it up until you have finished then give it to her”.  “All right,” he said and I groaned at the though of the beatings to come.

Two weeks later I was back in Jimmy ‘Office’ for more modifications.  Again the wires were attached to my hips and shoulders and I was lifted off the floor

As the ‘machine’ had put me back into the normal upright position it occurred to me that he would be working on my head end, which filled me with dread as I racked my mind as to what he could do next.  Of course the list was endless to these people, just beyond my understanding. 

With his normal joke he answered my unspoken question when he returned.  Eye, Eye Captain was the remarks that I did not at first understand and the frown on my face made him explain.  We have developed some very special new eyes for you and will be fitting them over the next days, the procedure is not very complicated so you will know every thing that is going.

 

First we are going to cut and peal back the muscles around your eye socket.  With no eye lid we will put a special plastic covers over your eye balls, as you know the surface of the eye must remain damp, if it dried out it would be damaged which we do not want to happen.  Then we attaché the new lens to the bone around the socket and at the same time with a special glue attaché them to the covers over your eyeballs.  You will not be able to move your eyeballs to look in different direction.  I need you to be awake so that I can line up your eyes or you will find things out of shape and not able to judge distances. 

When you see the new shape and look I think you will be pleased.   Four hours later and in much pain despite the painkiller he had given me via the IV he finished one eye.  That it for today I will do the other in the morning.  I have programmed the ‘machine’ to put you to sleep in two hours time.  That should give you enough time to look at the work I have done.

One side of my face looked normal despite the tears from the pain I was in.   The other side now had this pointed oval shape lens were my eye should be.  The skin had been pulled up tight to the lens so it looked like one continues surface.  It reminded me of the face of those grey aliens I had seen in films.   As I fell asleep from the drug I knew that my tomorrow both eyes would look like that and I would never cry again.  Sleep that night was a relief from this horror.

Now for you mouth.   First I will remove all your teeth, as we do not want to spend time cleaning them, it will also stop gum disorders when the gums are sewed shut.  The jawbone will be removed from your lower jaw and again the gums sewed shut.   Then a band will be attached just behind your lips and attached to a small servo fixed to the roof your mouth.   This will give a pursed look when fully closed but allow us to open your mouth fully.  With no teeth the size of the object we can insert will be very large and you will still have the use of your tongue

You will have no control of this function, we will be able to turn on or off your hearing and eyesight or open or close your mouth, as we require.  “No control is what your life will be about dear girl,” said Jimmy.   Next I will inflate your lips with chemicals to about 4 times their normal size. 

He made some carefully measurements to the top of my head and made a mark.  I am going to insert some reinforcing straps under you skull and then fit a stainless steel ring to the top of your head.  The reinforcing will allow it to take your full body weight without pulling the top off your head.

I have here a very special hood for you.  It is made of a special material that breaths like skin but is very shinny.  The problem from your point of view is that it is glued to the skin and cannot be removed without cutting off the skin underneath.   We though British Racing Green would look good on you.  I won’t fit it yet but wait for you to heal first.

Early day today he said.  I am going to put you on auto pilot for a couple of days to allow the work done so far to heal before we start the next more complicated work.  I have set it so much of the time you will only just be aware of your surroundings and Lady Charlotte’s little toy will also make life a little better.  As he left the lights went out and I floated in and out of consciousness for the next four days.

Well did you have a nice rest he said smiling at me.  My head felt like ants were crawling all over it.  “The surgery I performed is healing well,” he said as my mouth was opened by remote control and he looked inside.  Um very good no sign of infection any were.

He said, “Look at your nipples”, the breasts have grown but the nipples are stuck to the washers and are folded inwards.  With that he pulled them down and out the centre hole.  At this rate you will be a 38HHH at the end of the month.  Excellent.

During the time he was inserting my other eye lens he’d informed me of another fact.  If a muscle is kept immobile for any length of time the muscle withers away and it could be impossible to get it back, however much physiotherapy was applied.  We intend to keep parts of your arms in this state so that we end up with just the bone with a small amount of flesh around it.   For god sake “why” you say  “will never be able to use them again”.  Exactly he said.

I am also feeding you a drug that will make your tits produce milk, which should come on line in next day or two.  It will also help increase the size.  Now you under stand why I put in the wires to make them stand out rather than sag down.  Also we will attach a cap to the washer to stop the milk dripping out on to the carpets etc.  We plan to be able to mike you 4 or 5 times a day.  Isn’t life’s a cow he said and laughed?

The days dragged by each one bring some more loss of control and more sever body modifications.

I am going to free your left arm, it has been held captive now for two weeks and I would like you move it.   As it hung down I tried to lift it up but could get no movement from my upper arm.  As I said if you immobilised muscles over time, complete loss would occur.  He released the other arm.  We are going to graft both arms down to the elbow to the side of your body and attach the elbow joint to your hipbone.  To do this I will remove the skin from the inside area of your arms and the side of the body were they meet and with a metal strap attaché the arm bone to your hip.  When I sew the flesh together they will heal making a permanent fixture.  Your lower arm and fingers I will leave unattached to allow operation of the controls we are fitting.   

By the end of the week my head had healed and I was informed that the new latex rubber skin would be added all over my body.   First we will do your head.  The hood was stretched over a frame.  My head was painted with a special glue which I was informed would permanently attach the hood.  The latex was a breathable membrane but at the cost that it could not be removed without surgery.  When the hood was in place they cut away the latex from my lips.  What about my eyes I asked. Those are to be kept covered.  The lens we fitted will transmit to your eyeballs like TV screens that way we can turn them off along with your hearing and voice.  Like I said total control.  Fitting the latex to my legs was somewhat easy, but my body was a bit of trouble so they had to do bit at a time.   When they had finished the joints between sheets was not noticeable at all.

I will use a new substance that I have been working on to give you back the shape to your upper body.   He explained that this substance was a sort of liquid flesh and would grow inside my skin staying firm.   It was not muscle so it did not need excise to stay firm.  He would inject me many times with this fluid all over by upper body and head.    I could feel the skin/latex stretch as the size of my head, shoulders chest and arms were made much bigger that before. I felt like a pincushion.  He had increased my chest size from 38 to 46.  When he did my head it was like being injected with liquid fire.

When he switched on the eye screens and I was able to look at my new self for the first time I let out a long wale of despair.  What’s the matter he said don’t you like your new look?  “I look like a freak,” I said.  My head was just a dark green round ball.   On one side a mouth with a steel pipe sticking out just above it, no other features on it at all.

Around my neck was a metal collar with rings on it.  The cameras were mounted on stalks from the collar. One was also mounted between my legs, up against the metal tube from my arse.  A pad covered with buttons had been added to the heal of each hand.

My upper arms had disappeared and my chest just ran around in a smooth surface over my upper arms except for the metal plate on my chest at the base of my tits.  My tits were enormous and had a metal washer attached around the nipple, which was not covered in the latex, and glass bowels to contain the leakage of milk covered the nipples.

My bum had been pumped up and stuck out at the back.  On my feet were pointed shoes so that I could only walk on my toes.  Over the next two day I was instructed in how to use the controls and cleaning equipment attachments.    Right that’s the end of the modifications that have been requested and I am going to show you one last thing, which I am sure you will hate.

Stand with your legs apart he said he inserted a rod into the holes just above my knees.   It was locked off and wheels and motor added.   The dildo and crank mechanism were then added as before.   I knew that as I moved I would get fucked.   A vacuum head was inserted into the noise socket on my head via a flexible hose, it stuck out about 6 inches and was about a foot round and had castors to allow it to move over the floor.   I was lowered to the kneeing position and then I had to bend at the waist till my headpiece touched the ground.   A rod was attached from my chest plate to my axel.  My feet were attached by chain to my hip socket.

This is the bit you will hate he said and laughed.  With that my eyes and voice were turned off.  I will send you to Maryclean by remote control.  We have programmed the computer to clean several areas without you being in control.  Enjoy, and off I went.   It was a very unnerve feeling to have no control and not to be able to see as I went down the corridor to her room.  Luckily the door was a swing door as I did not stop and banged the door open with my head.  Maryclean was there and said Vickyvac your back just as I wanted.  What do you think of my modifications?  I could not say any thing and she caned me 5 times before she realised that she had to turn on my voice.

Realising she was looking for any excuse to hurt me I said she had made a very good machine.  In a huff she punched several key on a control panel and my voice and hearing disappeared.  The next thing I am off again and I banged my head as I left her office for a day of cleaning directed by the computer.  At first the quiet and darkness were welcoming but several time I bumped into walls etc and I begin to panic.  It took every ounce of control not to freak out big time.  The only bonus was the dildo as that gave my several orgasms during the day and helped my focus.

Suddenly I stopped and a clamp was attached to the ring at the top of my head and I was lifted off the ground.   I could feel hands removing the rod to my chest and the chains to my feet.  Although my legs now hung down below me I could not touch the ground.  My eye, voice and hearing came on and I realised I was in the dinning room.  Her Ladyship, Jimmy and several other men were eating. Her Ladyship look up and said to me “You remember when we had that drink the first time we meet and you said there was a vacuum in your life, well you must agree that is no longer true”, they all laughed.

A voice said remove the glass covers to your nipples.   I realised that it was the computer talking to me, I did as I was told.  Large tube slid over my breasts and smaller tubes clamped over my nipples.   I felt pedals, like on a bicycle, come up under my feet and the voice said “pedal”.  As I moved the pedals up and down the dildo went in and out, the suction increased on my nipples and a constricting tube started to squeeze my tits helping to pump the milk out.  Lady Charlotte looked up and said “I want a pint of milk by the time I finish dinner, don’t let me down”.   I started to pedal faster which increased the suction and squeeze effects but it made the dildo go faster which started to get me going.

“O by the way” said her Ladyship don’t have an orgasm, you will not like the punishment.  I tried to think of other things as I watched the bottle filling up with milk.  They were on desert and I still had some way to go.  The pain in my breast, from being crushed by the bands around them was horrible but I knew I could not fail or the pain would be worse.

I managed to get there without the orgasm.  The pedals and breast equipment were removed and a tube was connected to my chest plate to feed me.  I was allowed to just hang there in peace as my breasts and nipples recovered.  This turned out to be a nightly occurrence.

One night after being milked and feed I was order to give one of her guests a blowjob, at other times I was sent to a room for sex with a guest both male and female.   Some times Maryclean took great delight in leading me around, with me walking, my eyes turned off and a flexible hose from my nose nozzle. Some days I would have to vacuum by using the nose nozzle on my hands and knees the next time it would be on wheels. 

The next year was one of constant pain from beatings and other forms of punishment from Maryclean, Her Ladyship or her guests, till one day a guest broke my thighbone.  Jimmy plated it but the wound got infected.  In the end the infection got to the point were it would kill me if the leg was not removed.

When I had recovered, Jimmy told me what had happened and as my eyes were switched on I saw this one legged horror in the mirror.  Jimmy had removed all of the leg bone so that there was no stump at all, just a sort of continuation of the roundness of my bum.  We have not yet made up our minds if we will remove the other leg.   We are going to see how you get on with just the one.  

Just over a week later I was strapped down on Jimmy’s couch in panic, as he got ready to remove the other leg.  They had turned off my voice so that my pleas for them not to do this to me went unheard.  I was only mildly sedated so could feel the knife cut into me and hear and feel the saw as bones were cut.  I drifted in and out of consciousness and the dream like state carried on for an eternity.   I think I must have passed out as it was much later that I fond my self-hanging by the hook in the top of my head with a throbbing pain in my foot.

I tried to lift my foot so that I could rub it with my hand but as tied to feel around with my hands could not feel anything, I could not feel my legs with my hands , in fact I could not feel my hands either.   My eyes, ears and voice were off and all I could do was hang there with this throbbing pain in ever part of my body.

I jumped as a voice said, “How are your Jenny?”  A metallic robotic sounding voice came out as I said “what have you done to me now”.   Jenny, Jenny we talked it over with Her Ladyship and felt that you were getting used to the modifications that had been made and a completed reconfiguration was required to make you uncomfortable again.  We know that you enjoy the things that are done to you.  Before I could answer he went on to describe the modifications he had made.

We have completely upgraded your mechanical parts so there is now no fear of a break down.  I have removed your legs and arms completely including all the bones and tissue.   I have also removed the Pelvis bone, the bone around your spine, your ribs and shoulder bones and skull so in fact you have no bones in you body at all.  

We have given you a hard shell of rubber to keep you in your new shape. With this he switched on my eyes and a camera pointing at me showed me the full horror of what he had done. I was now made up of two Bright Shinny green balls.  My neck had been stretched to about 2 feet long but was only about 3 inches across and had a sort of flexible pipe on the out side.  The round ball that was my head was still the same size as my old head. My lips had been made bigger and covered in thin red latex, as had the inside of my mouth.  

The lower ball that was my chest/upper body had two hatches on the front that covered my breasts and that would give access to the nipples beneath.  The nipples had also been covered in latex. We have removed most of your internal organs. You have retained your womb and I have reconfigured it so that the dirt from the vacuum is now collected in it. When the vacuum is turned on air will inflate it and cause you considerable pain, it should also look quite good.  The embarrassing thing from your point of view is it will sound like your farting. Don’t worry I have left your clit in place and it is encased in a special container that will allow me to give you both pain and pleasure as I please.

I have fitted an electric stimulant to your hart, which will control the rate that it pumps at or not if we wish to, also your diaphragm muscles have been fitted with same electric control so you have lost control of your lung function. Your blood will be cleaned and filtered by another machine. All very small   All the mechanical parts of the vacuum cleaner are now housed in the area that was your arse.  As you can see the base of the ball is flat with motorised wheels for movement.

The neck tube can be bent as we wish and can be locked into that position.  The only muscle that work is your tongue.  I will fit from time to time different control boxes into your mouth, which will give you limited control of a function via your tongue.  Other than that your body is totally controlled by this computer.  I will give you a demonstration.

Suddenly I felt my lungs sucking in air faster and faster till it started to hurt and I became giddy from over ventilation.  Then they stopped I tried to breath but nothing happened.  Panic griped me as the time passed and I heard him say 2 minutes, as we got to four minutes a grey mist was starting to descend on me and I felt my hart beat increase then that too stopped.   I was glad in away to die as I would no longer be a plaything to these people was on my mind before blackness embraced me.  You did not think we would let you escape did you said Jimmy as I came too.

Next the rubber of your shell covers every part of your body so you will no longer be able to feel anything of the outside world if we do not wish you too.  The bad news from your point of view is that the inside of the of the shell is connected to the nerves all over the remains of your body which means that the computer can cause you excruciating pain and you are unable to flinch or move away from it.   I fact if you thought the last year was painful; next one will twice as bad. And with that he set the controls on the computer and said two days for a start should apprise you of its value, he pressed a button and left the room.

Immediately my skin felt it was on fire, my clit was simulated and I started to have an orgasm within two minutes.   My skin felt it was crawling and I wanted to scratch but of course I could not.   I suddenly realised that they had left my voice on and I could hear my self-scream.

Four hours later my voice had become too sore to scream and the brain had some how accustomed its self to the pain and it was more manageable.  Then it all stopped which made it more painful in away.  An hour later it started all over again.  This routine went on for two days. I could feel my mind going as the attacks were made on my body with pain. I seem to go into a dream state.

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