Zippers

PART 9

 

 

As we drove back, I tried to piece it together in my mind. There had to be a reason for everything, I had no doubt of that.

 

I had been awoken to another breakfast in bed. As I had eaten and looked forward to another morning in bed the nurse had told me that she would make sure everything was set for my discharge, that afternoon. I didn't want to leave my room, it felt protective. I had been cared for there, looked after; and well at that. Nothing bad had happened to me since I had been unwillingly operated on, so I associated the room with peace. It was my sanctuary. I was troubled at the thought of leaving.

 

That morning I had been given another massage and then another bed bath. During this, my dressings were taken down for the first time so that the nurse could examine the wounds. I couldn't see my nose at first but she looked happy enough with it and said that although the dressing could stay down, some clients preferred to keep one on for discretion, especially when they were leaving the clinic. I said I wanted to leave it open to the air, the dressing had been annoying and impeded my view. She warned me that it wasn't pretty and would take days for it all to settle but showed me my face in the mirror. There was heavy bruising and swelling all around my nose and lips, I looked like I'd been a punch-bag. I looked away. I hoped that I would look all right when it settled down. I was neither vain nor especially pretty but my face had been unblemished, before Vivienne had ordered me cut upon. I started to get teary again at the thought of my helplessness and had to shake myself out of it. What was done was done. I tried to think of Janine. I tried to remember that many girls saved long and hard to have this kind of thing done to them. I tried to convince myself that maybe I was actually lucky; that I may end up looking beautiful at the end of all this.

 

She slowly took the dressings off my chest. I watched anxiously as my breasts were revealed to me for the first time. They were also heavily bruised, blue and deep red shades swirled on the tender skin of my giant battered orbs. They were much bigger. They looked like they had been stuffed full. The skin, designed for my small, understated mounds, was taut and ripe to burst such were the size of the implants sealed inside my skin. My nipples now pointed upwards and outwards. I considered them and gulped to myself. They were now a pair of well above average sized breasts, at least a D cup I thought, probably more, I was no expert. I was scared of them. I remembered how I'd felt when Trisha had made me wear the push up bra, even with my small breasts. I had felt so naked, so displayed and so ashamed. I would not be able to hide these anywhere near as easily; even in a normal bra their shape would show, no matter what I wore over it.

 

I pulled myself together and again tried to remind myself that many women better than myself had opted for breast enlargements. Maybe it was all for the better. My attempt at self deception didn't last long. I soon had full teardrops running down my cheeks, I hated that my body had been mutilated against my will. I hated the hideous projections on my chest, they were not my breasts anymore; they were alien. I didn't know if they belonged to me or if they were really Vivienne's and I was just wearing them, permanently. I wanted to tear the scars open and rip the hideous things out. My mind moved to wondering about the true reason for it all. I desperately avoided spending any more time dwelling on the terrible purpose that had Lisa and me at this clinic; it would surely just upset me even more. I had told myself I must try and think of something else.

 

The nurse tried to soothe me and reassure me that it would all settle down; that really he had done an exceptionally good job on me. She said it was very normal to have so much bruising at this stage. I ignored her and tried to think about something totally different. I thought of the office, of Melanie and my boss. I thought of the girls at work. Oh god, would I have to go back to work like this! Oh no! I started to worry all over again. I desperately hoped that the changes would be subtle. I didn't think I could face the other girls if they knew I'd had time off for cosmetic surgery; or my boss for that matter; or anyone in the whole office. I fretted to myself as the nurse cleaned and re-dressed the wounds under my breasts. She told me everything was healing well. I didn’t care.

 

Then she examined me down below and pulled some bloody swabs from my vagina. I was shocked! I didn't know why I had bled from there. It was heavier than a period, a lot heavier, and I wasn't even due on mine. I so wanted to ask her what had been done to my sex. I was starting to get very upset at the thought of this new violation. I searched for sensations there, trying to gather evidence. I could feel all my vulva as she wiped me. I felt her swabbing my lips and my clitoris, so I didn't think it I had been cut there, I was relieved. I was sore in the depth of my belly but I couldn't think why that should be. I felt a sudden sharp, burning pain as she drew the catheter out of me and gave me a quick wipe. As the smarting subsided she put a thick, clean pad under me and pulled some fresh panties onto me. My bed bath was now complete. I was still trying to hold a straight face.

 

When she left, I turned, put my head sideways on the pillow and sobbed to myself. I would have buried my face into it if my nose hadn't been so sore. I curled myself up like a foetus and wished that none of this had happened. I reached a finger down between my legs and felt myself. I could feel the pad. I was scared to feel inside. I wished that I could jump back in time. I would take my old life back. I would be drab and dreary again. I would be boring and plain but I would be in control and safe and I would have my own body. The more I thought about it the more I wept.

 

The thought of harming myself crossed my mind. I surprised myself with this but I was desperate. What if I just ended it all? It wasn't going to get any better. What if I cut my losses and took my own life? I could swallow some pills and it would all fade away. It was worth carefully considering as I remembered that I had given my life away already. Maybe I should steal it from Vivienne as a final 'fuck you'. It would have given me great pleasure to annoyingly snatch a stalemate from her won position. I hated her so much now; she had taken everything from me. She had made me have obvious, big tits. She had interfered with me in other ways that I didn’t understand. I was so scared that I'd be made to show my breasts off, to look like the kind of woman I despised. I gently put my hands on them. They were me now, I couldn’t take them off.

 

 

 

Back in the car I sniffed back a sob.

 

‘Anita, be quiet’, came a voice from the front.

 

‘Yes, Mistress’, I said, steadying myself.

 

From my right, in the seat next to me, I felt fingers take hold of my hand. I looked at her. Lisa couldn’t speak to me but her eyes were soft and understanding, trying to comfort me. I gripped her hand and didn’t let go.

 

 

I had been surprised as I had sat in the car. The nurse had helped me dress in the same clothes that I had arrived in and had packed my bags for me. She had led me out to a waiting room where she had handed the bag to a waiting, smiling Trisha. She had then left and returned with a package. It looked like a small box measuring several inches along each side. It seemed heavy and was wrapped in light brown paper, knotted with string. Trisha took it and put it carefully in her own bag.

 

With the simplest of controlling gestures she led me outside and sat me in the back of her jeep, stowing the bags in the boot. She hadn’t spoken to me but left me there for at least half an hour. I had sat and sulked, dressed as a cheap slut again. At least my hair was tidy and my face was clean, albeit colourful in its own way.

 

I heard crunching on the path and turned to see her returning, this time with Lisa. She was carrying a bag for her too and in the other hand had another brown parcel, the same as the one she had collected before. She opened the door on the other side and put Lisa into the seat next to me. As she shut the door and went back inside we looked at each other in fear and when Trisha was out of sight we rushed into a tearful embrace. I quickly took her arms off me. I didn’t want us to get into trouble but I was so glad to see her. I gave her a careful kiss and gripped her hand.

 

Trisha got into the driver’s seat and turned to face us. She broke into a grin.

 

‘Well look at my sluts now. Very nice. Hot little bitches I think'

 

She eyed us both up and down making approving noises. She snorted, derisively at Lisa next to me with a look contempt. Her face relaxed as she returned her focus to me, finally resting her gaze on my breasts. She looked me in the eye and winked at me. Then she turned back to face the road and laughed to herself. She turned the radio on and then sped the jeep off, down the driveway.

 

 

We arrived at my flat in record time, Trisha liked to drive fast, frighteningly so in fact. She got out of the jeep and took the bags out of the boot.

 

'Out sluts', she snapped.

 

We both got out.

 

'Bring your bags and follow me'

 

I was puzzled as both Lisa and I picked up our bags and tottered after Trisha towards my flat. She let herself in, with a key that she had obviously had cut for herself, and left the door open for us. I stepped in after her with Lisa behind me, staring around inside. My flat seemed, thankfully, much as I had left it.

 

'Make me a cup of tea, Anita', came Trisha's voice from the living room.

 

I put my bag down in the hallway and put the kettle on. I walked into the living room to check if anything had been altered. It was all the same except for two large boxes set in front of the television.

 

'You now have a room-mate Anita', Trisha said, 'Lisa here is going to be living with you for a while'

 

We exchanged looks, this was not too bad at all.

 

'While you are here you may both speak totally freely, if I am pleased with you that is. If not, you already know that I can take your privileges away as easily as I can give them out.'

 

It was true. She had all the power.

 

'You still have some recovering to do from your operations but that doesn't mean that we can't put the time to good use otherwise. You, Bitch', she said looking at Lisa, 'strip. Now!'

 

She began taking her clothes off.

 

'Where's that tea, Anita?'

 

'One minute Mistress', I said, hurrying out to the kitchen. I wanted to be able to talk with Lisa. I wanted to keep Trisha happy. I returned with her mug to see Lisa completely naked, lying face up on my sofa. Trisha had opened one of the boxes and taken out a large but mysterious, white electrical appliance. It had a number of leads and tubes attached, I didn't recognise it. As I set down her tea on the table I watched as she connected the various wires and plugged it in. As she turned it on a number of lights flashed and some LED numbers glowed on a small faceplate.

 

'You strip now too Anita and then come here next to me'

 

I quickly followed her orders, I was not overly pleased to once again be naked, but was very glad to get the sore, cutting straps of my shoes off the stripped, angry skin at the back of my ankles. As I took my panties off, the thick pad stayed stuck underneath me. I peeled it off. There was a small patch of reddish, yellow staining there but nothing like what had been there earlier. Conscious once more of the florid bruising on my battered body, I was about to kneel next to Trisha, near the sofa.

 

'Hold it there, Anita. Stand up straight. Let me look at you'

 

I stood up straight, staying on tip-toes because I couldn't flatten my feet. It hurt to have to hold my whole weight on tiptoes; the first time I had stood without the support of high heels. My weak muscles started to shiver and shake. I tried to hold myself still. I didn't like her looking at me but I was much more scared of displeasing her. Moreover, I wanted her to let us speak to each other. I almost wished I could put the shoes back on as the discomfort grew.

 

'Wow! Nice tits, slut', she said with appreciation, 'why not stick them out just a little more for me'

 

I pushed them out as far as I could. She chuckled to herself.

 

'Yes, very nice. Turn around now Anita and bend over, let's see all the goodies'

 

I turned and bent to touch the floor.

 

I felt her forcefully spreading my buttocks. Then she gave a little contented chuckle and told me I could kneel next to her.

 

'Pull your legs up an spread them wide, Bitch', she said, slapping Lisa on the leg. She raised her feet high above her head and spread her legs wide, completely exposing her crotch.

 

'Look at how smooth and soft her sweet little ass is now', she pointed at Lisa's anus, ' yours is the same, Anita darling. You've both had some bleaching tattooed all round your sweet little ass-holes while you were asleep. It looks a lot less purple and...well.....bowel-like now don't you think? A lovely, baby-soft pink. So, innocent, so much more..............inviting.'

 

I swallowed.

 

'It makes you both look much more sophisticated, believe me', now she was mocking us.

 

'You will both be very special, very...', she looked into my eyes,'....desirable when I am done with you. That's what you always wanted isn't it, slut? You wanted men to lust over you.'

 

'No!! Not like this!', I silently protested. I wanted to be loved for who I was. I wanted to be beautiful, so beautiful that it inspired irresistible attraction; who didn't want that? Attraction, not lust; not crude sexual desire.  I averted my eyes, I didn't want her to see the dissonance in my thoughts.

 

There weren't many reasons I could think of for making a girl's ass look pretty. I watched her, numbed, as she took a tool that trailed off from the electrical appliance and held it up for us both to see. It took my mind off my backside. It looked a little like a soldering iron. It was essentially a handle with a thick umbilical connecting it to the box. There was a compact, little button on the handle and a short needle a it’s tip. The needle tip was much, much finer than a soldering iron's. It looked like it would bend if you blew on it.

 

Trisha unhurriedly took her cup and sipped her tea.

 

'Watch closely Anita. This is an electrolysis machine. It's for hair removal. The little needle tip here fries the roots of the hair follicles, where they grow from. It's like plucking the hairs except they don't come back afterwards. It just stings a little bit when it fires'

 

With that she carefully put the tip into the root of one of Lisa's leg hairs and pressed the button. The machine buzzed and I could see a tiny patch of whitened skin under the surface. As she pulled the needle back the hair fell off of it's own accord and Trisha smiled contentedly.

 

'There you are you see. Really not too bad', she said hanging the probe back on the machine, 'I can assure you that it's not rocket science. It's not difficult to find the right part of the hair, it's just very boring and very, very time consuming. Normally this machine would be used to remove a few stray hairs on the eyebrows or around the lips. It's a top of the range machine so you are both very lucky'

 

With this last remark she smiled at me and took a long drink from her mug.

 

'You try it Anita'

 

She put the probe in my hand and guided me to sit over a quivering Lisa.

 

'Relax, both of you', she said moving my hand so that the needle touched the tip of another hair.

 

'Now. Just work it down into the follicle a little.......There, that's it......Now zap it'

 

I pressed the button, the machine buzzed again and the hair floated off.

 

'Well done', she said cheerfully, ‘now carry on repeating that, Anita. I want you to be confident with the technique'

 

With that, she got up and took a seat at my dining table. I took the needle to another hair and once again zapped it. I did it again and again, each time the tiny hair detached and was swept away by the currents from my breath. I looked up to Lisa, I didn't want to be doing this but I had no choice, I was commanded. She shook her head at me trying to smile but I could see that she was upset. She didn't want me to feel bad though, God she was so sweet!

 

Trisha let me carry on for another ten minutes. She had bought a newspaper on the journey back and was casually flicking through the stories.

 

'Well done Anita, that's good. What a quick learner you are! I'm sure that will come in very handy', she flashed me a demonic grin, 'Now let's swap places. You lie down there and you, Bitch, get up here and take this'

 

I lay down on the sofa and Lisa took up the instrument. As before, Trisha took her through the technique, demonstrating the proper method first. As the machine buzzed I felt the mildest nick above my ankle. That was fine, I had thought. I was more nervous when Lisa took up the tool and I could feel her unsteadiness. She got it wrong the first few times and buzzed the wrong parts. It didn't hurt any more than before but I gathered that she wasn't doing it right.

 

'You are quite a stupid bitch aren't you?', Trisha asked her.

 

Lisa kept quiet and ignored her.

 

'I see. So you like to not speak....Eh bitch?'

 

'Please answer her', I was thinking, I could see where this was going.

 

'Yes, Mistress Trisha. I am quite a stupid bitch', came her reply. I wanted to be relieved but her tone had not been at all respectful.

 

'Oh, I know that already, slut. You clearly need to think about your manners I think'

 

'No Mistress, I am very sorry', she now realised that she had made a mistake.

 

'And to think, I was going to let you both chat away today as well'

 

'Please Mistress, she didn't mean it', I had blurted out. I was anticipating punishment and I so didn't want to have my speech confined again.

 

'Don't you dare tell me the way things are either, slut', she snapped at me, clearly displeased. This was not going well. I whimpered. I just wanted things to be a little easier if they could be.

 

'I can see you both need to learn lessons. You need to learn that those mouths are now our property, that they respond promptly when talked to and that they don't interfere in things that don't concern them. I will deal with this in a moment'

 

Turning back to me she caressed my leg.

 

'You won't ever have to shave these again Anita, think how much better that will be'

 

She moved her hand upwards.

 

'You will remove all the hair on each others legs. Then you will attend to this', she grasped a pinch of my pubic hair and tugged roughly on it, 'all of it, so there's not a hair left. Get round the back as well, I want you both beautifully bare all down here. Then do each others armpits and all down each others arms. Then do any stray hairs on your faces, round your lips or on your necks, backs or belly'

 

I was looking up at her in absolute horror. She smiled back at me

 

'That's right Anita, you'll be baby-smooth all over. Not a hair on your body'

 

She stood up. Her face hardened.

 

'Now. Up sluts! Stand there', she pointed

 

We both got up and stood side by side facing the window. She went to the other box behind us and I could hear her removing something.

 

'Now then. Open wide Anita'

 

I opened my mouth as I felt her hand behind my head.

 

'Wider'

 

I opened it all the way. I felt something around my head and then, suddenly, something large, thrust into my mouth. I tried to let out a muffled noise but she was pulling it further in. It felt like a thick rubber shaft, filling my mouth. I tried reflexively to spit it out but there were two straps, one on either side. She grabbed one in each hand and pulled hard so the thick rod was pulled much more deeply into me, jabbing at the back of my throat, making me wretch. I was frantic and wide eyed as she buckled the strap behind my head, yanking it and tightly securing it in place. I fought to keep my hands at my sides throughout, I knew that the last thing I should do was anything to aggravate her further. It was all I could do to not reach up and tear the vile intrusion from my throat. My eyes watered as I swallowed on it, the foul rubber slipping over the back of my tongue and throat as I gulped. While I was struggling to hold it together she fitted Lisa with the same device. I could see a thick strap around her head holding it in place. I could see that she was gagging, and hating it too. Trisha stepped back in front of us and smiled.

 

'You will wear these for two hours and then two hours a day afterwards. I hope you are pleased with yourselves about this. This will punish those displeasing throats for you. I strongly recommend that you take the time to think very carefully about how you want to speak to your Mistress, and whether she wants to hear it. Two hours can very quickly become four or six, so be careful'

 

I cursed Lisa to myself and then quickly ticked myself off for it. It was not her who was forcing us to wear these gags. I couldn't get comfortable in the damn thing, it was so horrible.

 

It wasn't long before I was back on the sofa with Lisa zapping me again. In no time Trisha was getting ready to leave.

 

'Remember sluts. Two hours a day in the gags. You will not touch your own gag. You can gag each other and be sure to fasten them tight. You can choose when your two hour slot is. With the hair removal, take turns on each other. You have three days. There's food in the kitchen so you have no need to leave the house. You remember all that you stupid sluts?'

 

It was not easy to forget. We both nodded in our gags.

 

'If I find a single hair on either of you when I come back....well, I think your Mistress has offered you both alternatives should you not wish to devote yourselves fully to her. These will be realised for both of you if I find a hair between you. Three days is not very long for two whole bodies. You will have to work long and hard to do it, so get on with it'

 

With that she turned on her heels and left. I looked up at Lisa. Her brow was furrowed in deep humility, I could see she was so sorry about the gags. I held her arm and tried to show her that it was all right. She held up the electrolysis tool. She was not at all happy to make herself an instrument of my torment. I pointed to my leg and nodded at her; we had to do this, there were more terrible things than depilation. I was trying not to think about what would happen when she finished my legs.