by Mark Andrews
“You must really hate me,” she said very tentatively, obviously testing the water.
“You’re right,” I said calmly. “I do, more than anything I have ever hated in my life ...”
“Are you really going to do to me what has been done to those others - and then sell me?” she asked after a few more minutes.
“Yes,” I replied, smiling easily straight into her eyes which were on a level with mine although upside down to them. “You will soon be depilated totally naked - all that beautiful curly brown hair on your head; your fine eyebrows and long curling lashes, all gone ... And then, Dr Trudeau will perform her operation on your body, removing your womb, slicing off your little love bud and then closing off your sexual opening for ever ...”
I spoke slowly, deliberately, relishing her despair, savouring the moment as she realised, once and for all, the depths of her downfall - the consequences of her deliberate action in stealing Toby from me, then I got up, moving to her to run my fingers over the awful welts all over her body while she moaned in more pain but also in a real humiliation that her body could be so easily inspected, her nakedness on view to all and sundry and her wide open sex there for all to see.
Then I left her to go and have a session in the gym. For all my pleasure at watching her degraded, I wasn’t going to let my own body go to seed.
The gym was large and boasted more male gymnastics equipment than that normally used by us girls. There was a horizontal bar, parallel bars, vaulting horse, box and roman rings as well as tumbling mats and a series of ropes to climb up and down. I had tried out on some of these items before and now decided to try my hand at them for real.
Mary had a very good trainer in here. He was a Korean who had once been on the country’s Olympic squad and he knew his onions all right. He told me he would be pleased to help me along if I wanted to spend time with him. I eagerly accepted. In fact, I decided I liked swinging around the parallel bars and horizontal bar although I found the sight of the couple of slaves in there, performing on the equipment stark naked, even more interesting.
I spent a profitable two hours with him, learning the rudiments of male gymnastics but then it was time to go and watch Amelia being depilated.
This was a process Mary had told me I would enjoy. I did, too. Amelia was let down and then brought along with us to the room that contained the depilation race. This was rather like a sheep dip which, if you are not familiar with them, are long narrow concrete channels filled with the insecticides that keep the sheep healthy. They have sloping ramps at either end and the sheep are pushed into one end and have to go down the ramp and into the liquid. The pressure of those behind them keeps them moving forward to emerge up the ramp at the other end.
In this case, the physical shape of the race was much the same, although here, there was a grille mesh over the race that sloped down with the ramps and went just under the surface of the liquid for the six foot length of the deep part. This forced the girls to duck right down, immersing every part of their naked bodies under the surface as they struggled to move as quickly as they could through the liquid - for it was very hot. Far too hot for comfort.
Apparently heat assisted the process, opening the pores to allow the liquid to get right down to the roots of the hairs. I could certainly testify to how hot it was for I dipped my hand experimentally into the reddish liquid - and quickly pulled it out again. It was far hotter than I would like my bath to be!
Amelia struggled. She knew this was going to be the end of her beautiful hair, her fine eyebrows and long lashes and she fought tooth and nail to hold onto them, the first elements of her feminine beauty to be removed from her.
Mary just laughed. “You have just earned more punishments, Cunt-tease,” she said, at which Amelia crumpled.
“Not more cane?” she faltered.
“Oh no, much worse than that. Electric shocks to the most sensitive inner parts of your sexual organs,” she said, grinning at the new horror written all over Amelia lovely face. “Now, get into the race ... and I’d advise you to make haste before the heat of the liquid boils you up like a lobster ...”
Her voice was harsh and grating, not at all like the tones she used when talking to me and I had to smile at the difference. Amelia just sagged, her shoulders slumping in defeat as she contemplated both the heat and effects of the depilation race - and the new horror of electrical torture ...
She moved into the downward sloping ramp, a guard following her with a prodder active and ready to thrust into her still throbbing cheeks, in case she reneged when she felt the heat of the water. She did and paused, her face tragic as she turned to us, pleading silently for a reprieve. It was not forthcoming however and she moved on, her calves now covered by the hot red liquid that swirled around them.
She moaned in a combination of fear, revulsion, resignation and pain as the liquid now engulfed her thighs and reached up to her naked vagina but would ensure no hair every grew back there again
- or anywhere on her body, for that matter.
I watched, gloating as her body sank further and further into the crimson liquid and then eventually, she had to dip her head right down under the grating and pull herself along it until she emerged at the other end where we waited to greet her. She came out puffing and blowing, her face - and all her body - as red as a lobster (from the heat, not the colour of the liquid) and somehow stumbled up the ramp to stand and stare at herself in the mirror - and then she started to cry.
She looked terrible. Her hair was not all gone. It had certainly thinned and there were great holes where her scalp showed through but I’d say only a quarter of it was actually gone. And it was the same with her eyebrows and lashes. The rest of her body she had kept shaved so I couldn’t see any change there, of course.
Mary left her standing there, staring at herself in the mirror on the wall facing the exit ramp, for a good few minutes while her body cooled and her skin began to assume a more normal colouring.
“And now it’s time for your second dose, Cunt-tease ... Round to the beginning and in you go again,” she said brightly, as if inviting her to tea and cakes ...
“Nooo! Please! Not again!”
“Oh yes. Certainly again - and again - and again, until you are totally and completely naked - forever.” She paused a moment or two and then her voice turned into a snark: “Get moving, slut - or shall I ask the guard to shock your breasts ...”
The guard grinned and moved up to her as if to carry out this threat. Amelia beat him, however. She scuttled around to the entry ramp and moved down it, watching the guard who had followed her, his prodder held at the ready to thrust into her breast, or anywhere else on her body he could reach, if she failed to obey his employer’s orders.
This time, knowing what to expect, she moved faster and the chemical had less effect. As she emerged this time, her head now looked like that of an old crone, the hair wispy and lank, plastered down to her more naked skull, her eyebrows and lashes half gone now.
The guard was ready for her and didn’t give her as much time to stare at her reflection in the mirror, herding her around to the beginning again and so down and through the steaming liquid once more.
It was nearly over now. There were few hairs remaining on her head as she emerged from the too hot for comfort bath but there were enough to demand she went round yet again, to suffer what must have been an awful experience.
This time, when she came out, despite an intensive examination by Mary, Barbara and me, there was no sign of a single hair from the top of her scalp to the tip of her toes. She was totally, completely - and more importantly, permanently naked of hair, all over her body.
She looked weird. Even I had to admit that. Nothing like the beauty she had been only minutes before. She was a thing. An android; a store dummy. A very beautiful store dummy, for her physical shape was exactly the same. It was
only her lack of head hair that had changed her.
She was heartbroken - a fact I relished. I hated her as I could never have believed I could hate anyone. She stared at her new appearance with eyes that were wide with horror and wet with tears for what had been - and now could never be again. Even if she somehow got free and bought a wig, she would have to paint on her eyebrows and put on false eyelashes - which never look the same as the real thing. She would look like the tart she was ...
It was time to start her on her course of hormones. Hormones that would begin to change her shape, make her more masculine, ready to take the exercise programme that would turn her into a muscle freak ...
The hormones were administered by means of a huge suppository that was forced up into each of the girls’ rectums. They were lined up in the treatment room off the gym and then had to come forward, one by one, lie down on the metal table in the centre of the room and draw their knees up to their now almost non-existent breasts and spread them wide apart to expose their anuses to Dr Trudeau. The others stood in the line, each staring with resignation and/or horror (a mixture of both) as Barbara took the enormous thing in her hand and, grinning evilly down at the girl, pushed it in through the puckering opening until it disappeared inside her rectum and the anus closed over it.
These suppositories really were quite huge. If you can imagine a Havana cigar, then you have it. Each one was around six inches long and easily an inch thick in the middle, tapering off at both ends. They were brown, too, adding to the cigar illusion.
The girl then jumped off the table and the next one came forward to take her place and receive her ‘cigar’. Amelia was last and I watched with relish as she stared in horror as the other ten girls each received her suppository and then rejoined the line.
But that wasn’t all of it. Those who were new and the girls who were deemed even a trifle recalcitrant, now had another trial to go through.
Mary now dismissed those girls who were deemed ‘good’. Cunt-face was among the three she now named to stay and as her name was called, each of the first two looked quite tragic. Amelia was left to last but she had looked at the other two in mystification as they had assumed an air of tragedy.
Mary had explained to me that Cunt-face had been sold. She would be transported to her new owner tomorrow. This was by way of a parting shot to remind her that she could always be brought back here for a refresher if she failed to please her new owner. Other reasons for a girl being selected to suffer now were that they had either failed to live up to expectations so far as work and effort was concerned, or had committed some other offence such as speaking without permission.
The duty guard, grinning widely now, moved over to a wall that was covered with a curtain and moved the curtain aside - to reveal a row of items that had me staring in wonder. They were shaped rather like small skittles - you know, those old-fashioned ninepins, except these ones were bolted to the floor. They differed from skittles too, in that at the base, they didn’t recede inwards. They had a small swelling at the top and this receded in to a narrow neck but then swelled outwards again. The top node was about two inches around and the widest extremity of the lower section, right at the base, was about four inches. They were quite smooth, being fashioned of polished steel. On the wall immediately behind each skittle a ring had been affixed, about three feet up from the floor.
Cunt-face was first and the guard moved her up to the first skittle. Mary gestured to it and the girl, her face now a real mask of tragedy, squatted down over the monster while I stared in astonishment - and growing glee as I glanced at Amelia whose face now showed utter horror as she realised what was going to happen to all three of them.
The so incredibly muscular girl took the monster into her anus (pushing the suppository right up into her bowels in the process) and now waited while Barbara and the guard completed her punishment.
Barbara produced two tiny chains and clipped one end of each pair to the girl’s nipples while the guard drew up first her right foot, enabling Barbara to snap the small manacle on the other end of the chain around her big toe. She repeated this with the other breast and leg while the guard held the girl’s body steady as, with both feet now up and off the floor, she would have overbalanced.
Now I found out what the ring was for. Barbara snapped a pair of handcuffs over the girl’s wrists after pulling her hands behind her back and then pulled them backwards and up, locking them to the ring on the wall. She was now secured on the skittle with her feet pulled up off the floor but the position of her arms up behind her back meant she was bent over nearly double.
There was one final adornment.
“Open wide and poke it out, Cunt-face,” ordered Mary, and then Barbara snapped a much larger crocodile clip over her now protruding tongue. To the clip was attached a short chain with a heavy weight on the end. This would ensure the girl’s tongue stayed right out of her mouth - and also prevented any speech between the three girls - and especially Amelia who was new and might have tried to talk.
The second girl, whose slave name was Ugly-tits (but whose breasts were anything but ugly), was similarly impaled and then secured, and then it was Amelia’s turn. They had to drag her over to the third skittle and she struggled hard - until Mary reminded her of her coming torture.
“You are already facing electrical punishment for resistance, Cunt-tease. Do you want another punishment to follow that?”
She calmed down quickly then. By now she knew Mary didn’t mince her words. What she said, she did. She certainly didn’t threaten and then fail to carry out her threats. But she still stared in horror at the (to her) enormous skittle-shaped dildo bolted to the floor and cried out as they backed her up to it then forced her body down, down, down, until she was squatting right over it, the little, onion- sized bulb at the top now touching her anus.
The guard grinned, leant over her and placing his hands on her shoulders, just pushed down while she screamed blue murder: “Aaagheeeaaaghoowwwghaaagh!” she cried as her anus was stretched wider and wider - but then it was inside her and her body flopped down over the narrow neck of the thing.
That was fine, but her weight, added by the raised position of her feet when Barbara clipped her big toes to her nipples by means of the little chains, meant she sank even further down onto the thing, stretching her anus even wider.
She cried pitifully at the pain - which, I admit, must have been horrible and of course, when they dragged her feet up and clipped her big toes to the chains now dangling from her breasts, that pain was made much worse.
You may be wondering why a little pressure on their feet didn’t snap the crocodile clips off their nipples? Because in the middle of one side of each clip, there was a single, very sharp needle that pierced the bud of flesh - right through. Opposite the needle, on the other part of the clip, a hole had been made that allowed the needle to pass right through the flesh of the nipple and then right through the hole, thus securely locking the small alligator clip in place. If they relaxed their thighs and let their feet drop down, it would tear the nipple on that side right off. Needless to say, they were careful to hold their feet up high with the knees spread open, thus exposing the smooth sexless area where their vaginas had formerly been.
The strain on their thighs was enormous. Try it. Sit down and raise your knees up to your chest - not hold them there, imagining your big toes were clipped to your nipples as I have described ... Not easy is it? I tried it and I didn’t last more than five minutes before I gave in. They were going to be there for a full hour.
The large alligator clip on their tongues was a final indignity. The weight on the end of the chain attached to it was heavy enough to drag their tongues right out of their mouths, making speech an impossibility.
The whole ensemble was quite horrific and utterly demeaning. It was supposed to be. The huge dildo up their bottoms pushed the suppository further into their
rectums but it wasn’t necessary. The lower bowel was quite able to absorb the hormones in the huge cigar- shaped plug inside their bottoms. It was the punishment of the position that was important here and in Amelia’s case, she was learning humility through pain and degradation.
Once all three of them were secure, the guard and Mary and Barbara left the room. I stayed to gloat over Amelia and to stare in awe at the magnificent bodies of the two more senior members of the camp.
As I said, Cunt-face was about to be shipped off to her new owner. This was by way of a parting shot for her. Her body was now about as muscular as they could get it and any champion male bodybuilder would have been envious of her development. Her muscles fairly bulged all over.
She looked grotesque, really - if you knew she had once been a woman. Not that there was much to allow you to draw that conclusion. She had no sexual organs. Her breasts were now just about non-existent and I have seen many male muscle-men with chests about the same shape as hers. Her muscles - particularly the shoulders, arms, belly, buttocks and thighs, were so huge, few people would guess she had once been a beautiful - and very sexy woman. Added to which, her total lack of hair, often the means by which we distinguish between the sexes, made it a near impossible task.
Mary had shown me pictures of each of the present inmates before they began their ‘treatment’ and during its progress and I had to laugh as I noted the transformation. This girl, whose former name had been Sandra, had been really beautiful. She had been a blue- eyed blonde in the Swedish style, her hair ultra-fine and so glossy it gleamed in the photos. She had been almost voluptuous in body and I knew she would have turned any man’s head as he passed her in the streets.
Not now, though. Most men, if they had realised she was a female that is, would have stared at her, but not in lust. Most would have sneered in contempt at what she had turned herself into for none could have realised it had been done to her and certainly not of her own volition.