4 comments/ 70293 views/ 16 favorites Body and Mind By: Zygote_Shyly Please do offer feed back (positive or negative) if you'd like the story continued. It's what keeps writers going :) Thank you Although she was half delirious, Veronica knew immediately knew when she was being moved out of storage. She had been left suspended upright, sealed in a latex vacuum bag for what she had been told would be a week, though she had thought for some time now that she'd been forgotten about in that dark place months ago. Blinded by the thick black latex she was sealed in and deaf from the earplugs that were blocking her ears, the only stimulus she was receiving was from the vibrations of the butchers hook holding her bag up off the ground, running along what she thought must be a rail on the ceiling. During her time alone in the void she had nothing to focus on, other than the dull ache from the piercings she had received before being zipped in. The uncomfortable feelings from the tubes in her ass and urethra had only taken what could have been a day or two to get used to, and in time even the pain from the piercings faded. Now she was being ambushed by the faintest sensation of movement, and thoughts were rushing though what was moments ago a blank and mediative mind. Flashing back to a mere two weeks ago, Veronica was a world away from where she was now. She could only vaguely remember the detail, but she knew that her boyfriend had left her for another woman, and that she had only an afternoon to move out of his apartment to find a new place to live. Veronica had never handled the feeling of rejection well in the past, and she had the tendency in the past to let herself get walked over. "I'm not going to spend the rest of my life with a frigid prude." His final words came back to her now, and she chuckled mentally. It was a fetish model that he had left for for, she recalled. It seemed like the logical thing for him to do, looking back on it. Right up until the last year or so of their relationship he had constantly tried to talk her into letting him tie her up, and he even asked her once to get her tongue pierced. It frightened her at the time, so she had been firm in her refusals. Firm enough for him to give up and look for what he wanted elsewhere. The rattle of the hook holding her off the ground came to a sudden stop, and she could feel herself in the bag sway back and forth from the momentum. The sense of movement was the first she'd had in what could have been months, and she felt dizziness and vertigo in the blackness all at once. The next thing she knew, her asshole felt like it was going to be torn in half as the thick plug at the end of the tube was pulled out of her. The emptiness in her ass felt like an ecstasy she had never before felt, though she knew it was merely a feeling she had long since forgotten. Next out was the catheter, which stung like hell as it was pull out from her, making her bite into the rubber gag. 'Thats right,' she recalled. She remembered the gag. It was one she put on herself in the office of the agency she went to. It was all coming back to her now. She had been in a state after the breakup. For days afterwards she had been too grief-stricken to leave the room she had rented in a seedy downtown hostel, and she remembered thinking the only thing that would make things better was to win her boyfriend back. She had to let him do as he pleased with her, and if it was a kinky whore he needed it was what she had to become. Unsure of where to begin, Veronica visited a fetish clothes store, and had hoped to make connections to the sort of place where she might get the opportunity to plumb the depths of depravity. Lost amongst the PVC and latex garments around her, she was beginning to feel out of her league, when a chirpy PVC-clad store assistant had tapped her on the shoulder, and smiled at her. "Lemme guess - you're looking for a ten year anniversary present?" she grinned. "It would have been.." Veronica weakly smiled back. The chirpy girl gave a frown, and nodded. "That was my second guess." She said, with some sympathy. "So.. lets find you something that'd make him regret whatever it was he said then!", she chuckled. Feeling like she was on the right track, Veronica started to feel a little better about how she was going. The shop girl had managed to find a number of outfits that fit Veronica like a glove, but in the end she settled on a short, tight fitting black latex dress, a pair of matching latex panties, and a pair of thigh high boots. "All dressed up with nowhere to go." Veronica joked, as she looked herself over in the mirror. "Not nessacarilly.." the shop girl smiled coyly. "A lot of the fetish clubs out there are full of oversexed creeps, but I know a good place I can get your name on the door list to." she offered. "Oh please do!" Veronica cried happily, as the girl was already writing down an address. "I'm so new to this, and I just wish there was some kind of course people could take to learn the ropes." Veronica joked for the first time in days. The girl stopped writing, and looked Veronica closely in the eye for a moment, searching perhaps for genuine desperation underneath the surface. "You didn't get his name from me," she started slowly, "but when you get there tonight, ask for Frank." The weight to her words said enough, and Veronica felt a chill down her spine. "I... I will." she stammered, as she got her credit card out to pay for her outfit, "Thank you..". The girl gave another small smile and nodded but didn't say anything else until Veronica had left the shop with her new clothes. As Veronica motioned to hail a cab, she heard the girl call out behind her. "Wait!" She shouted as she ran over to her "You'll need this!". She had in her hand a small black box with a black ribbon around it. Placing the box into Veronicas hands, she looked her in the eyes and put her hand on Veronicas shoulder. "If you follow though with this you're braver than I was." She said, supportively. "If I'm brave enough I'll come back and let you know." Veronica promised. "If you're brave enough, you might not come back for some time," the girl warned. "but if you do, my name is Susan." Veronica was brought back to her current situation by what felt like her vacuum bag being lifted off the hooks, and then laid on her back on what felt like a cushioned table. As she tried to move she found that she was no more mobile lying down as when she was hung up vertically, so she resigned herself to waiting longer to see what would come next. A strange slither from her wrist, which she presumed was the needle for the food from the drip was drawn out, followed by the sound of a zipper being undone. 'This is it.' She thought to herself. 'I'm almost free..'. The tight hugging latex that has housed her shape for so long started to let go of her body, and the cool air from the world outside rushed in, enveloping her body. Finally able to move her limbs freely, she suddenly found herself too uncertain to do so. The door to her prison was flung open, but the world was still dark. 'Still blindfolded..' she groaned to herself. She had completely forgotten she had been wearing a hood the whole time she was in there. Strong hands grabbed her legs, and pulled them apart, giving whoever was in the room full view of her pussy. She knew whoever was down there was inspecting the piercings that had been performed the day before she went into the vacuum bed. How many piercings had been done, she had no idea, but her pussy felt heavy. Another set of hands began to roll her latex hood up over her gagged mouth, up to her ears, and the ear plugs were pulled out, sending a flood of stimulus into her deprived system. The quiet hum of what could be an air conditioner seemed to be a hundred decibels, and Veronica heard something she'd not forgotten since she first encountered it. "I hope you're ready for training, Veronica." Frank said, sternly. "Hose her down clean in the shower block, and check her tongue rings are alright." He ordered to whoever else was in the room. "Then take her down to the tattoo studio - Jerry's setting up now." Veronica felt herself being picked up by two sets of arms, and was carried to where she presumed the sweat, cum and blood would be cleaned off her body for the first time in over a week. As grateful as she was for this, and as worried as she was about what in for her next, the only thing she could think about is the first time she heard Frank's voice. It had happened so fast she was shocked with herself how quickly she had gone from feeling heartbroken to genuinely aroused at the thought of being taught what she'd need to know to get her boyfriend back. Following Susan's directions, Veronica had found the club fairly easily, despite the entrance being in an alleyway on the wrong side of town. Sure enough her name was on the VIP list, and when she asked for Frank she was told to go into an office on the second level of the fetish club to wait for him. Not wanting to give nervousness the chance to set in she looked around the office, filled with old bookcases and expensive looking leather lounge facing a rather grand desk. Everything seemed to be antique, and everything was in quite good taste. Veronica took a seat on the lounge, and looked out the office window at the antics below. It seemed they had a performance stage for what seemed to be bondage acts, and Veronica wondered to herself if she would be asked to get up on stage. The office door then opened, and a man wearing a fairly smart dinner jacket entered. He was fairly attractive by al standards, and she guessed him to be around his mid forties in age. There was something quite odd about him however, and it was only after he sat down at his desk that she realised his clothes hardly fit the club dress code. "My name is Frank," he stated simply, "and I've been told you asked to see me." "Yes, thats right." Veronica said with as much confidence as she could manage. "I've got this for you," she added, holding out the black box Susan had given her. Frank reached out and took it from her, and examined it carefully. "So Susan sent you then," he said, less question than stating a fact. "I was hoping she would have brought this to me herself, but nevermind, she'll come around." Veronica was starting to feel a little out of the loop, when Frank put the box on the table and smiled at her. "You don't seem to be a delivery girl, so I'm guessing you're here as an initiate instead, yes?" he asked her. "I think so.." Veronica said, carefully. "I'm not sure why I was told to bring the box though." Frank gave a smirk, and chuckled. "If Susan was going to give you the box and send you here she could have at least filled you in." Giving a sigh, he picked the box up and started to undo the ribbon. "I run one of the most exclusive and extensive sex clubs in the world here," he began to explain, "but as well as offering all your usual debauchery and what not below you, this facility is also home to a flow of high paying clients sex slaves." Taking the ribbon off the box, and pausing to let those words sink in, Frank placed the box on the table and slid it over to Veronica. "Sex slaves undergo dramatic changes during their time here, both physical and mental, and after they've been though our ringer, they are ready to serve their masters and mistresses as they would never have been able to before." Frank gestured towards the box for Veronica to open it up, and continued. "However, from time to time I also take on special projects of my own." Veronica took the box and opened it, finding within a rubber ball gag with a breathing hose through the middle. "The score is this;" Frank announced. "By putting the gag into your mouth and fastening it around the back of your head, you are admitting yourself as my project into my care. I will not permit you to leave until I see fit, and you waver all of your rights as a human being. I may do whatever I want with you, and you shall accept my will with grace." Veronicas head was swimming. She knew that she would be tested here before she arrived, but she had no idea the extent of what she was in for. The rational part of her mind was screaming for her to leave, but it only took the prospect of never being adequate enough for her boyfriend that made her take the gag from the box and put it in her mouth. To Be Continued Body and Mind Ch. 02 Special thanks to anyone who commented or voted on the first part of the story. Feedback is more or less the only way I know if it's worth uploading more stuff, and I absolutely welcome suggestions, criticism, or requests :) Cheers! 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. ------------------------------------- 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." -------------------------------------- The red shaver buzzed into life as the steel-gagged slave flicked the switch on the side. The woman worked quickly and effectively as Veronicas hair fell to the tiled floor, along with her silent tears. Of all the things she had been through already, it was only now that she realised the last thing that was really hers anymore was being taken away. Veronica knew that what 'will' she came to this place with was to be dissolved away, and at this rate it wouldn't be long until she found the bottom. As the last lock of hair fell to the floor the razor was switched off, and the slave woman buckled it back into her belt. Then, expressionless as she was when Veronica first saw her, the woman turned and walked away out of sight. A rusty squeak of a tap being turned was the next thing she heard before a torrent of cold water fell upon her from the shower head above, making her jump at the shock. Her head felt strange, and having the chilling water run down the skin of her scalp would have tickled if it didn't simply hammer into her of how far gone she was. Phantom hands from behind her introduced themselves with a slap to her ass, and they began to scrub her down with a soapy sponge. The echos of what might have once been self consciousness suddenly made herself feel naked and shameful, but after a while Veronica decided she would just let herself enjoy the chance to be cleaned. A quick rinse later and shower time was over. The winch that had been holding her arms over her head was put into reverse, and when enough cable permitted, Veronica fell to the floor, and rested her aching muscles. The hands of who she now saw to be a muscular leather clad man freed her from her harness, and lifted her up, draping her over his shoulders, her feet still separated by the spreader. Her benefactor wordlessly carried her out of the shower block, and continued down the windowless concrete corridors. The walls were painted a dull yellow which reminded Veronica of some kind of old abandoned hospital, and every now and then they would pass heavy looking metal doors, textured all over with rust. Perhaps it reminded her more of an asylum, she reconsidered. Eventually they stopped at one of the ominous metal portals, and the man pounded at it with his free hand. The mechanical sound of a heavy key turning in an old lock followed, and the groan of the door being pulled open echoed down the corridors. Veronica was brought inside, which she found to be completely engulfed in darkness, except for a familiar looking steel chair in the middle, brightly illuminated by a surgical lamp hanging from the ceiling. The man hefted her off his shoulder, and placer her into the seat of the chair. The metal was cold on her skin, even after the chilly shower she had not fifteen minutes ago, and it was only moments before she found herself strapped down into it. The chair had leg rests that swung open, and her ankles were strapped into each leg of the chair, the spreader bar keeping her pussy open for show. Her wrists were then secured to the armrests, followed by her waist and neck around the back of the chair. Once she had been securely fastened, the silent man turned and left the room, leaving her to the surrounding darkness. "'Allo there, poppet." the Darkness around her chirped up. "Gotta say I been lookin' forward to this follo'-up." The accent set the wheels in Veronicas' mind spinning, and despite the fact she knew it was familiar, she felt frustrated not knowing who it belonged to. A figure then walked into the circle of light, pushing forward a metal cart covered in surgical trays and little drawers. "Time fer Jerry ta' pick up where we left off den?" the thin and scrawny ginger-goateed man chuckled. Then in a rush, Veronica remembered exactly where it was that he had left off. -------------------------------- It was all happening so quickly for her. One moment she was strapping ball-gag around her head, and the next thing she knew she was naked, being tied down into a metal dentist chair in some underground chamber. Her pussy was still tender from the waxing it has just received in Frank's office, and the cold metal of the chairs seat was the closest thing she had to something soothing. With her in the concrete chamber was Frank, who had previously left her alone on his desk after the waxing, the slaves who had collected her and escorted her though the underground maze, and a thin ratty looking man with tattoos on his arms, a shaved bald head, and a long ginger goatee. Although Veronica couldn't hear what they were saying, she knew that she was being discussed, and putting 'one and one together', she had a feeling that the man in the room was 'Jerry', and that she was about to be pierced. Her heart began the pound in her chest, and she could already feel adrenaline rushing through her system. This was the thing that she had so often argued against with her fetishist ex-boyfriend in the past, and now it seemed like it was going to happen if she liked it or not. "Oorite there, poppet?" Jerry asked, walking over towards her. "Cat got yer tongue there, girly?" he said with a chuckle, giving her a wide smirk, revealing missing and gold capped teeth. "Rite 'en, lets get crackin'." Reaching for a drawer in a metal trolly cart next to her, Jerry retrieved a sharp pair of short needles, and a small cube of cork. "Sanitise 'er nips 'en." He directed one of the slaves in the room, who promptly retrieved an alcoholic swab from another drawer in the cart, and wiped Veronicas nipples down. Jerry was quick to then place the cork on one side of her left nipple, and without pause drove one of the needles though. Veronica screamed into her gag, and a surge of heavy tears burst though, as she began to have a moment of clarity. In all the times that she refused to get involved in anything kinky for her boyfriend she had never been able to explain her aversion to it. Now she understood her fear properly. It wasn't the pain or the trust she was afraid of - it was the degradation. It was worry of being reduced to a worthless whore. Reflecting on her current situation there wasn't much for her to do but silently think on the irony of it all as her other nipple had a needle driven though the middle. "Open yer sunshine, would ya' missy?" Jerry joked, as he turned a crank on the side of the chair that separated the two legs of the chair. "Sure ye jes' want the outer ladders done 'n this one?" Jerry asked Frank. "Thats right." Frank confirmed. "I've been wanting to install a zipper onto the inner labia of a slave for a while now. Rings won't do for that." Jerry whistled and shook his head, chuckling. "Kee-rist girl," Jerry said to Veronica. "'E's got in in for ye', I tell you wha'." Returning to his work, Jerry tilted the chair back and pushed another five needles though each side of Veronica's bald outer labia, every one making her cry into the hard rubber gag. The adrenaline still thick through her blood dulled the pain, though each needle driven though the thick skin was a reminder of what self ownership she had left behind only an hour ago. "I 'spect me usual payment still stands 'n this 'un too th'n, Frank?" "Of course. You're free to decorate her as you please as soon as she's finished isolation training." "Right." Jerry agreed. "So ye' want e'r tongue split still?" "Back as far as you can go." Frank confirmed. "If she isn't going to show up here with the required piercings we may as well have some fun." Both men laughed. "'D feel sorry fer this one if I wasn' into I meself." Jerry joked, as he unbuckled Veronicas ball-gag, and pulled it from her mouth. "Say a word and ye'll regret it." He warned her. "Tongue out." Veronica, scared to offer her tongue to Jerry, but more frightened to with-hold it, opened her mouth and presented it to him. Wordlessly, Jerry pulled out some surgical thread from his kit, and threaded it though the eye of a thick sewing needle. Then, taking a strong hold of the end of her tongue with some small tongs, he began to push the needle though one side, and then pushed it back through the other, stitching his way down the middle of the muscle. Without the gag in her mouth, Veronica cried out loudly in pain and struggled in her bonds, though no one seemed to expect otherwise. As Jerry sewed as far back as he could manage in her mouth, he pulled the thread tight causing her tongue to bunch up at the bottom of her mouth, and then he tied a knot closed. "Tha'll be split by th' time she's ripe." Jerry told Frank, as he pushed the gag back into Veronicas mouth. "Ye' got a pain threshold on 'is 'un." "I'm impressed." Frank agreed. "Get her into a vacuum bag." He ordered the two slaves in the room. "I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to plan out what you'll do to her next, Jerry." "We'll see." Jerry nodded, and ran his hand though Veronicas hair. "An' I'll be seein' ye in a week, poppet." To be continued.. Body and Mind Ch. 03 (Big thanks to all the comments I received already from my previous two chapters, suggestions and criticism alike. Sorry for the delay between chapters too, but I'm absolutely still working on more.) Jerry pulled up a stool and sat down next to Veronica, who could do little but anxiously wonder what he had planned for her. She was still not entirely sure what he had done to her already, and here she was again for even more 'work'. "Le's see 'ow yer healin' then, aye?" He suggested to her, as he moved between her legs. Jerry inspected each of the ten rings carefully, and gave them all gentle tugs, twisting them to make sure there was no infection in any of the holes. The wounds were still tender, and Veronica whined into her gag. "Nice thick 'oles, these." He told her. "It'll take a lot ter tear these out." He added with a quiet cackle. Veronica couldn't decide wether it was intended to comfort her or not. "Orrite, time ter see how yer tongue is goin'." Jerry said, reaching up to unbuckle the gag in her mouth. As it was pulled out, it felt like all of a sudden she had a new orifice in her head that had never been there before, and being able to have a full breath of air seemed nearly intoxicating. However after having the gag in there for so long she found that she was unable to close her mouth, and could only sit there slack-jawed, with drool running down her chin. Without wasting time, Jerry had his fingers in her mouth, feeling around where her tongue was still bunched up with surgical thread. "Say g'bye to havin' only one tongue," Jerry joked, as he got his grip on the end of the thread that had divided her tongue into halves. As he pulled firmly, the stitches popped though the thin membrane still holding the two halves together, and as the last stitch was popped, each side of Veronicas tongue flopped freely back into her mouth. The process hadn't hurt nearly as fraction as much as it had getting the stitches put in, and now that it was done she was quick to experiment with what she was left with. Holding a mirror up to her face, Jerry seemed keen to see what she could do. As she peered into the mirror Veronica was startled to see a stranger she had never seen before looking back at her. It quickly sank in that the veiny scalped woman with the gaping mouth was actually her, and Veronica couldn't help but to give a quiet gasp. She could see in her mouth that it did indeed look like she had two thin tongues, and if she tried to move one side it would operate independently of the other. Testing both sides together she was quickly able to twist each of the two sides around each other, and she found watching it to be mesmerising. "Well thart's turned out bett'r than I could 'ave 'oped." Jerry commented, apparently impressed with it own handiwork. "Jus' so yer know, I've filled my contract wit' yer owner naw, an' now yer mine ter decorate fer the rest of tha night." Jerry set the mirror down among the instruments on his trolley, and began to assemble a tattooing needle. "Yer can talk too, if yer like. It don't bother me none." He added. Keen to do so, Veronica fought the stiffness in her jaw, and only managed to garble out sounds, none of which resembled words. Pronouncing things correctly was impossible with her tongues slipping and sliding over each other, and after a minute of trying she gave up in frustration. Chuckling, Jerry finished putting his tattoo gun together, and leaned back over to her. "I did an ink job on a spunky goth lass a few years ago," Jerry stated, turning on the gun to make sure it was working properly. "Sweet youn' gal. Paid fer the work with a cocksuckin' worth all tha tea in India, she did." Jerry set the gun back down onto the trolley, and unzipped the fly of his pants to pull out his stiff, tattooed cock. Veronica could see a heavy looking steel ring was pierced between his urethra and the glands of his penis. "Tha's better," he commented. "Anyway, I ain' seen a thing hotter than her black lips guzzling this pecker down ever since, and I've got gals ter put on black lipstick now since tha' day." Picking the gun back up, Jerry leaned over Veronica, and turned it on again. "Can't fooking stand lipstick on me cock afterwards, though." Jerry immediately began his work, bringing the gun to her lips permanently colouring them blue-black. As still as she could manage to stay, she was unable to prevent herself from groaning in agony, though after the needles of the tattoo gun had gone over her lips once, she found the immediate swelling muted the pain from the needle returning to fill in missed patches of red. Soon, her lips were done, and Jerry gave a huge grin, admiring his work. "You'll be seein' me as soon as they healed." He chuckled, before setting the tattoo gun back upon her, this time decorating her chest and breasts with an elaborate design that looked like her insides were showing though transparent skin. In a detached wonder, Veronica watched the outlines of the her ribs traced across her chest, and once the edges were done the colours of the organs underneath were outlined as well. In a state of near delirium the pain was muted enough for her to simply close her eyes and wait for the ordeal to be over, and with the exception of when the needles ran over her nipples, she was able to stay still and quiet. It was about two hours till the buzz of the needle stopped, stirring Veronica from her trance. Looking down upon her body she could only gasp at the artwork that was now there. It spanned from her jawline down just a little past her belly button - the colours of her internal organs beneath were all there, bold and detailed. Her breasts had been filled in too, with a textured yellow resembling the fatty tissue that they were made of sitting on top of her ribcage. She felt like one of the transparent human models from the science labs back in school. "Well tharts gotta be some of me best work t'date." Jerry exclaimed to himself. "Gotta admit, creative freedom is prolly the best thin' I get outta this arrangement with Frank - ye get pretty sick 'a doin' th same old shit at the parlor." Of all the things Veronica had to consider, Jerrys' artistic freedom was probably the last thing she wanted to hear about. Her hair would grow back, and she was sure that the split in her tongue could be reversed, but the tattooing was permeant - done on the whims of Jerrys' fetish. In the short time since being freed she had many thoughts of regret over her situation. Now however, the ink on clear display marked her clearly as a slave, and all she wanted was to stay underground where she wouldn't be seen by anyone. "Cheer up, poppet." Jerry grinned, as he disassembled the tattoo gun in his hand. "I'm all outta ink now, so ye pussy'll 'ave te wait till another dey." That was as good of a promise as any, Veronica thought to herself, her legs instinctively struggling to shut at the thought of the pain. Once Jerry had put away is tattooing equipment, he pulled open another drawer in his trolley, and picked up a thick needle and the familiar cork. "Jes' a few more things an' we done fer th' night." Jerry stated simply. Getting up off his stool, he moved himself between Veronicas wide open legs. Guiding his pierced cock with his free hand, he slowly pushed his way into Veronicas pussy until he was all the way in. Her body betrayed her as she groaned in what she remembered was actually pleasurable. Leaning forward, Jerry brought the thick steel needle and cork up to Veronicas face, and positioned each of them on either side of the bridge of her nose. Veronica braced herself for what she knew was about to come, but lost her focus as Jerrys' hips began to rock back and forth. She was positive that she could feel the heavy cock ring rubbing inside her, and as he started to take longer thrusts she began to cry out as it ran over her most sensitive spots. Faster he began to fuck her, and Veronicas involuntary cries grew louder, until she felt a sharp pain driven through the thick cartilage of her nose. Cries of pleasure became a howl of pain, followed by a mixture of the two as Jerry continued to thrust into her until he came shortly after. Spent, he pulled out of her, and reached over to pick up a large and thick ring from on top of the trolley. "Thanks fer that." He chuckled. "Yer on birth control too, by th' way. Soma th' girls here go months wit'out bein' told. Lettin' ye know ta save ye the worry.. wouldn' want ta' see th' new ink on ye belly stretched outta shape, would we now?" Veronica considered that point, and decided it wasn't even in the top ten reasons she wouldn't want to be impregnated here, though it was a relief for her to know that the semen she could feel dripping out of her wouldn't be causing any long term problems. "Jus' one more partin' gift.." Jerry added. Using a tiny screwdriver, Jerry unscrewed a pin on one side of the large ring, and a hinge on the other side opened up. It was a lot more like a tiny locking bracelet than a ring, Veronica thought to herself. Cleaning up the punctured hole though her nose first, Jerry then threaded the thick ring though, and snapped it shut. The pin was then screwed back in, effectively locking it closed for good. Now resting on her face, the ring was large enough in diameter to go from the piercing through her nose, down past her bottom lip. She felt a bit like a door knocker, the way it hung there, swaying back and forth and she moved her head around experimentally. "Can't wait t' see what Frank'll do with tha'." He said, grinning, as he packed away the rest of his tools. Pushing the trolley out of the light and over to the locked door, Jerry pushed the intercom buzzer on the wall. "Tha's all fer tonight." Jerry spoke, into the microphone. The lock in the door gave a loud clank, and the darkened room filled with light from the corridor outside as the door grinded open. "She's ready fer her quarters now." He said to the two figures standing at the door. "See tha' she'll be comfortable an' fed." Turning back to her, Jerry gave a grin and a wink. "I'll be see'n ye' again soon, sweet'art." he said, and he pushed the cart out of the room. Veronica had no idea what 'comfortable' would mean for her anymore, but one thing was certain, she knew that she would indeed be seeing Jerry soon. To be continued... Body and Mind Ch. 04 Moments after Jerry had left the room in which Veronica had just been pierced and tattooed in, the two slaves that had originally brought her into there came back in, pushing with them an old rickety looking wheel chair. Last time that either of them had seen her, her lips and chest were still unmarked from the extensive work Jerry had decorated her with, and her face was free of the heavy iron door-knocker that now pierced though the bridge of her nose. Her wrists and ankles were unbuckled from the surgery chair, and she almost immediately found her limbs wanting to curl up. For all she had been though already today, she was still only recently out of the vacuum bed that she had spent a week in already, and she longed for the chance to walk and stretch. Veronica was lifted out of the chair by the hulking male slave, and was carefully placed into the wheel chair that the female was holding. Both of the slaves were still gagged by the steel ball in each of their mouthes, and with Veronicas own tongue having just been split into halves, conversation was off the menu. Once Veronica had been seated, the female slave pushed the creaking chair out of the tattoo room, and into the windowless corridor, closing and locking the clanking door behind her. Free to move her arms at will, Veronica was quick to take advantage of the situation and inspect her body as she was rolled down the corridor. The door-knocker in the middle of her face was the first thing she wanted to check. It's weight alone was impossible to ignore, and it felt cold where it rested below her bottom lip. Giving it a gentle tug was proof enough that it was very much now a permanent part of her, and it was placed though the thickest part of her cartilage. Opening her mouth, she found that the ring would swing inside, making eating while sitting upright a challenge - something that she presumed it was designed for. Now curious to test out her new dexterity, Veronica stuck her tongue though the ring and out of her open mouth, and found that as well as making both sides move in opposite directions, she could also twist the two sides into a spiral. With a little more practice she was able to hold the two sides back together again too, but found that she was unable to keep them together for too long. The tattoos were still far too tender for her to touch, but quietly she slipped one hand down to her crotch to survey the damage, but all she could manage to feel was cool metal mixed in with the her slippery pussy before the slave rolling her down the corridor caught sight of what Veronica was doing, and swatted her on the back of her head. 'Apparently thats a no-no..' Veronica figured. Soon the chair came to a stop, and the silent woman fished out the key to the door they were standing in front of from a large circular ring of keys that was bucked to her corset. With a familiar clank that all of these locks seemed to have, the door swung open, and Veronica was pushed into what looked like would be her quarters. Veronicas' first impression was surprise at how nice the room was to what she had been expecting. While the dank corridor outside the room looked like an old bomb shelter, this room was well lit, and full of expensive looking furniture. She was lifted up out of the chair again and laid upon the double canopy style bed that was in the middle of the room, and found it to be quite comfortable. Without anything further, the pair of slaves who had brought her here turn, and left the room pushing the wheelchair with them. Veronica, still weak in her arms, pushed herself upright to look around the room in more detail. The first thing she noticed was tray of food sitting on a mahogany desk on the other side of the room. Steam was still rising from the bowl, and without any need for further encouragement she was on her shaky feet towards the first solid meal she had since she got here. Pulling up the desks matching chair, Veronica sat down in front of her meal, and immediately dug into what was a pureed vegetable soup with several dinner rolls. The food was tasty, and she was glad that it didn't require much chewing as it was difficult to eat with her tongues moving around her mouth, and the large ring did indeed swing into her mouth if she didn't lean forward as she ate. Hungrier than she thought she was, the meal didn't last long, and she was hoping that whoever brought the tray into the room would soon bring more. "There is an intercom over by the door which you can page for more food, if you want more." suggested a voice from a corner of the room. Startled, Veronica jumped up to her feet, and saw Frank sitting in an armchair by a coffee table with a book in his lap. Veronica felt angry at herself for failing to see him when she first sat up, but she had been so distracted by the hot meal that she hadn't thought to check the rest of her quarters. "I'd hardly have recognised you, Veronica, if it wasn't for the fact that I planned your stay for you here so far." He said with a smirk. "Please, sit." He added, with a gesture towards her new bed. Veronica did so, and awkwardly looked to the ground, unsure to if she should hate the man in the room with her for taking her former life away, or if she should love him for transforming it. "Normally slaves here do not have private quarters, Veronica, but you should know that you're the only slave here who does not have an owner. I must say it's been the first time I've had a submissive come here on her own will." He added with a chuckle. "For that reason it is unsuitable for you to share the commons room with the others, and while their stay here is paid for by very wealthy owners, you will be paying for yourself with special.. jobs." Veronica gave a puzzled look, hoping that Frank would elaborate. "Oh no, you'll see what I mean soon enough. In short though, you're less of a 'slave' and more of a 'facility'. Likewise, I'm less your master, and I'm more of a 'caretaker'." he explained with a wink. "In the mean time however, enjoy your quarters; Your bathroom is quite nice, and you've got a large bath in there if it strikes your mood to take one. Your wardrobe has been filled with outfits I've approved for you too.. though you should forget about wearing any tops until your tattoos are healed. If you get bored you've got writing paper in the desk, and you'll have free access to the library down the hall. Just buzz the intercom for an escort." Frank got up, folded his book under his arm, and proceeded to leave the room. "Jerry has done a great job on you, by the way." He added, opening the door. "People are going to be coming far and wide to get a piece of you, should I think." He chuckled, pulling the door closed behind him. Vote 1 if you hated it, Vote 5 if you really loved it! Thanks!