Still blindfolded and unable to see her surroundings or the two mute set of arms carrying her towards the shower block, Veronica found herself with little on her mind other than the enormously satisfying thought of being given the chance to bathe. She knew she reeked of old sweat and sex, and her skin felt oily. Her hair, she thought, would probably be in a much worse state having been left tucked under the skin tight hood. A heavy clanking sound of a metal door echoed down the corridor, and Veronica was brought into the shower block. The set of arms carrying her by the legs set her feet down onto the cold tiled floor, and busily began to tie her arms together behind her back in a kind of harness. A cable was then padlocked to the end of the harness, and the sound of an electric winch starting up was the only warning Veronica had before her arms were pulled up over her head. Still gagged and weak from her time spent motionless in the suspended vacuum bag there was little she could do to protest the uncomfortable positions she was contorted into, and what she had been imagining to be a near forgotten luxury quickly seemed to be escalating into another torment for her training.
Hands roughly pulled her feet apart, and the cold metal of what must have been handcuffs were clasped around each of her ankles. What was obviously a spreader bar was then locked onto each set, leaving her just as unable to move as she had been not long before.
It was then that Veronica could feel the drag of the latex over her face, pulling her hair with it, as the hood was finally removed from her head. The light was blinding and all she could do was force her eyes shut to escape the searing white around her. Hands from behind her kept her steady as she recoiled from the shock, and even through her eyelids she could still see white light, shapes, and stars. Slowly her eyes began to adjust to being used again, and the movement of shadows behind her eyelids started to sharpen up into the outlines of a figure, before fading into blackness. Opening her eyes to allow the slightest amount of light she could handle, the figure in front of her returned and drew into focus.
Veronica could tell it was a woman immediately by the shape of her body. Her waist was incredibly thin, and as colours started to fill into Veronica's world, she could make out it was from what looked to be a tightly bound corset. Shiny black boots flowed right up from her feet to her thighs, ending at what seemed to be a metal chastity belt. Her breasts were pushed up from the half cups of the corset, and Veronica could see the glint of two thick metal hoops hanging pierced from each of the woman's nipples. Widening her eyes more, Veronica began to make out the woman's face, and was surprised to see that in the middle of her young features she was also wearing what seemed to be a large stainless steel ball-gag. 'A slave here, herself..' Veronica realised.
The slave woman unbuckled a hard leather pouch hanging from the side of her left boot, and withdrew from it a bright red shaver. The slave woman's face was impossible to read with the metal ball between her lips, but the dramatic way she held the shaver was enough to let Veronica know exactly what was going to happen next. 'No.. not my hair..' she moaned to herself as her heart sunk in her chest. Since she had resigned away her freedom she had only felt this truly helpless and out of her league once before, and those memories of back in Frank's office suddenly returned to her.
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Veronica experimentally bit down onto the hard rubber gag she had just placed into her mouth, and took a deep breath in through the hose through the middle of it. Breathing seemed to be easy enough, so she took the two straps and buckled the gag up tightly around her head. She knew that a verbal contract had now been for filled, and instantly she began to regret what she had done.
"That was quick." Frank chuckled "Usually people take a few visits before they'll give themselves away." Standing up, Frank walked over to a large antique cupboard, and unlocked the door. Inside Veronica could see small stacks of cardboard boxes, most of which were labeled with people's names. Frank selected an unlabeled box, and tossed it to Veronicas feet. "To be honest I couldn't care less why you've turned up here and decided to jump into the deep end of my pool," Frank began, returning to the chair behind his desk, "But by the time we're finished together I doubt you'll know either. Get your clothes off."
Veronica felt her face flush with heat, while a chill ran down her spine. She had expected and was prepared for instructions such as these, but being there in the moment she was nearly too nervous to stand up. Eager to make a good first impression however, she forced herself up, and Veronica began to peel the tight strapless dress down over her breasts, rolling it down her body till it dropped to her feet. Now half naked, Veronica stopped to show off her body, hoping for approval.
"Dress goes into the box." Frank grunted. 'So much for a compliment', she figured. Her boots were the next to go, which she removed by rolling each boot down to her ankles, kicking them off into her cardboard box with the dress. Her last item of clothing was the latex panties, which without wasting a moment she pulled straight off with her two thumbs, dropping it on top of the pile in the box.
"Get on the desk.. on your back." Frank ordered her. Veronica climbed up onto the table, and lay herself down in front of him for his inspection. Opening a drawer in his desk, Frank retrieved a small voice recorder, and turned it on. "First physical inspection of new slave 'Veronica' is.. not encouraging." He began to recite into the device. "Slave is clearly not prepared for the program ahead, and could likely take up more time than she would be worth." If she wasn't gagged Veronica thought to herself that she would probably be protesting what she thought was quite an unfair assessment. "Open your legs, slave." he snapped at her. Quick to respond, Veronica spread eagled herself, and waited for for what he would say next. "Slave has a full head of pubic hair on her pussy, clearly a sign that she no idea has no gauge of our standards here. Removal of the offending bush will need to be first call of action."
Veronica felt her face flush hot with blood from a mixture of humility and shame. Her pubic area had always been a sore issue with her boyfriend. As much as she had always tried to be sexy for him in the past, that particular area had been a little too private for her to groom away completely. Seeing the bald pussies of the woman in the porn he had downloaded from the Internet had put her off the idea even further, and made the thought of being that naked unbearable. Veronica cursed herself for not considering this before hand, and knew she would have probably chickened out if she knew. Not sure if she was going to cry, Veronica struggled to keep her legs from shutting while Frank examined her pussy in detail with his fingers.
"Not a single piercing," Frank sighed into his recorder with irritation. "Going to have to make it an ordeal for her as punishment for wasting my time. Thats at least a month before heavy training is an option." The meaning of 'giving away her rights as a human being' was quickly starting to show it's extent to her, and with little to do other than worry about what was to come, Veronica decided the best thing to do was to close her eyes and wait for it to all be over.
Frank turned the recorder off and pressed a button on his desk. "Charlie, I'm going to need a pot of hot wax with plenty of waxing strips in here," he requested into the microphone.
"Right away, sir." a female voice replied though the little speaker.
"Oh, and get Jerry on the way over here too." Frank added. "Tell him to bring his full kit - I've got some new work for him."
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