(part 1)
Yes Virgina, there is a Santa Claus
Page 2
Except for the breast temperature control system, Ginger's successful transformation went fairly smoothly. The staff had already worked out the overall transformation in detail, which meant all that needed to be done was to implement it. And once a girl was labeled a "generic work unit" of the HRD, she was all primed and ready for anything Judith could thing of, or anyone else in her expanding operations for that matter.
A long time ago Judith thought that by having a pool of generic girl types made available at a moments notice, she could save herself and her operations a lot of time, money and energy. Otherwise she would have to repeatedly squander away resources to bring a simple girl off the streets up to a certain level just to begin with. Thus she created the department called "Boot Camp". And it was the responsibility of those mangers and doctors in said department to produce a standardized product for generic use by anyone who needed one.
Therefore, to become a viable produce worthy of the label "generic work unit" of the HRD, Boot Camp had to do the following to all the girls that entered their service;
1. She had to have all her body hair removed. Even her eyebrows and eye lashes must be gone. And her follicles had to be chemically treated so as to keep any hair from growing back for an extended period of time. The standard amount of time varied because it was based on the treatment used, but the minimum was no less than three months.
2. Her body had to be healthy and in excellent physical shape. Which meant a strict diet high in protein and low in fat and sugar with very little variety as to taste or texture. A vigorous exercise plan was followed to the letter so her body mass could maintain the correct ratio of muscle to fat. The end product had to be representative of a young active woman at the height of her physical prose with a great degree of flexibility.
3. Her general figure must be above average in feminine attractiveness. This required an aggressive training program in the wearing of tight constricting corsets and increasing higher heels. As well as other restrictive accouterments to train, mold and extenuate her normal female shape into the most voluptuous and sexually perceived creature possible, without surgery.
Boot Camp applied this criteria to all their recruits. To all the addicted female drug users they could find on the edge of complete destruction. To all those cheap seedy prostitutes ready to fuck anything for a mer couple of bucks. To all those convicted criminals in women's prisons who were looking for an easy way out without the least bit consideration for their crime or victims, unbeknownst to them that Boot Camp and the HRD was anything but "easy". Or to any number of women who were a detriment to civil society, to their love ones or to themselves. These were the girls that Boot Camp took in and transformed into Judith's idea of a generic work unit.
Then after a girl server out a period of time in the HRD, she was then put into a program to be reeducated and train as a competent member of society, with a new healthy life style and a real future to look forward to. And by volunteering for various "special" projects that new life, which dangled before them on the end of a stick like a delicious carrot, was that much closer to becoming reality for the girls. Those girls whom Judith gave a second chance for a better life to. Obviously Judith's life before her Aunt took her in made a distinct impression on her.
And as to why Judith pick Ginger over all the rest of the "off the shelf units", the answer was a simple one. Even though each girl came out of the cookie cutting Boot Camp the same way, each of them still retained some basic feature that made them slightly different from all the rest. Some were tall, some were short, some had unique ethnic attributes like skin color, eye shapes and thin or full lips, and some simply had a little more to start with than the others. Which was the case with number 62. She had a little extra in the breast and nipple area that caught Judith's critical excited eye. So when Judith selected generic work unit number 62 for her shower fixture project, that's when 62 became known as Ginger once more. Giving back a girl's name was Judith's way of adding a little incentive for the girls to volunteer. Being called a name, their original name no less, was far better than going through life as an indiscrete number any day. It made the girls feel more human again. A feeling that was quickly stripped away when they found out what Judith had planned for them.
It wasn't until Ginger was literally bound to a vertical superstructure like a rigid flagpole, that she found her newly found humanity falling by the way side. The superstructure was no more than a half inch thick and six to ten inches wide, but it conformed to the natural flowing curve of her spine, the back of her skull and the back of her legs as if it was molded to her. Then a series of metal brass bands were used to fix her naked body to this support as if she was physically one with this hard inflexible object. Even her feet were sharply banded together and forced on point as if they wanted her to look like a ballerina balancing sedately on the very tips of her toes. Then one band in particular was really not a band of metal at all, even though it held her to the support just the same. This one looked much like an hour glass waist cinch that pulled her in at the middle very tightly and then flared out above and below to meld with her hips and ribs as if it were all part of her natural svelte female form.
But again, when it finally dawned on the girls that what they walked blindly into was far worst for them as human beings than when they were known only as a number in the HRD, it was much too late. In a blink of an eye they were quickly transformed into Judith's latest creation. A transformation that Judith would never ever miss in her life.
For Ginger that meant she was quickly surround by people doing all sorts of nasty things to her. One person was forcing some kind of plastic cup device deep into her mouth to keep it opened and her tongue pressed down. Another was shoving tubes up her nose and then pushing a small wad of cotton in her ears. A third told her to close her eyes while they were taped shut. And finally three other people were unceremoniously moving her arms into a L- shape and then forced them to stay like that with more brass bands around yet another support. A support that was latched tightly to the main superstructure post haste. And when they finished this attachment, Ginger's upper arms were held close to her body while her lower arms stuck out in front of her at right angles to her body.
Judith loved watching her well choreograph staff restraining, immobilizing and turning an otherwise living breathing young woman into a carefully crafted inanimate object of her own creation. But Ginger was a special test case. In the past, a girl was first made to wear a full body covering catsuit made from either rubber or latex before she was put into a specific immobilized form. But Judith received something from one of Madame Rouso's friends, a Dr. F. Stein, that promised to be better than either of those materials in encapsulating Judith's new hybrid bathroom appliance.
It involved spraying Ginger with three thin coats of different chemical mixtures. These three film like layers would literally act together to form one resilient artificial skin while still maintaining the desired characteristics of rubber and latex.
The first layer was pure white and would biochemically react with the skin so as to be literally bonded to it at the molecular level. It took about an hour to dry, but when it did, the skin felt very firm and plastic like and the bond it made to the skin would soon break down and the film would then start to peel off. That is why a second layer of another chemical mixture was applied only a few minutes after the first layer was. This second layer acted as a buffer to retard the chemical curing effect of the first layer as well as act as a primer for the next layer to adhere to. The final third layer was what made the overall labor intensive procedure worth the effort. After this substance was sprayed on it quickly reacted with the primer and was dry to the touch in a matter of minutes. And once it dried, it had the same flexibility and constricting nature like rubber did and It always stayed shiny and silky smooth like high polished latex. It also could take some very harsh treatment without it being ripped or stretched out of shape, while still allowing the wearer the ability to feel the slightest touch. It did all this as well as allowing the skin to breathe, which was a real plus. For now the wearer of said artificial skin could keep in it for however long they wanted, or however long Judith wanted it. And it one wanted it to be removed in part or in whole, all that needed to be done was to use a secrete solvent, compliments of Dr. Stein, and volia!
Thus, when Ginger was taken from the spray booth she looked like a perfect ebony statue all bright and shiny like high polished marble. So excited was Judith in seeing her fantasy becoming reality that she unconsciously began fingering the buttons on her blouse in anxious anticipation of taking that first shower with her new shower fixture. But a few more things needed to be done. Like to replace the black membrane that was covering her eyes with a pair of clear plastic goggle like ones for Ginger to look through. Then there were the water control systems, not to mention the method for mounting the new shower fixture in the shower stall itself. But all these little pesky nuances didn't concern Judith. She just wanted her shower fixture installed and working, just like any normal human being. And when Ginger was installed, Judith took the longest shower she had ever had. She enjoyed herself so much that when she left the shower her skin looked like an old wrinkled prune. But never-the-less, it was well worth it. And it has been so ever since the last modification to the water regulation system. Which was over a week ago.
Judith took the large soft sponge from the tray that was resting on Ginger's out stretch arms. Then she removed the fragrant bar of rich lanolin soap from the soap dish and began lathering up her sponge with it. She then placed the soap bar back on it's dish, which was now Ginger's over stretched wide rubber coated mouth. The plastic cup that was initially forced inside her mouth was necessary to form the tall, wide and deep well like opening for any desired bar of soap that Judith might use. It also prevented the triple layer skin coating concoction from being sprayed down her throat, which in turn prevented any soapy water from running down the same path when it dried.
Judith sure loved taking a shower now. And many a time she had to force herself to stop playing with her fixture and exit said water stall just so she wouldn't miss a meeting or turn into a prune again. But it was so hard not to spend the extra time in squeezing such ripen black breasts and plucking those two erect perky nipples that laid so beckoning before her. Or playful and repeatedly gliding her hands and fingers up and down the silky enhanced feminine silhouette that stood rigid as a rail on tippy toes until she finally brought them to rest over that beautiful rubber clad vibrating pussy. A pussy and love button she so enjoyed teasing with more pussy loving stimulation that a simple buzzing dildoe alone just could not do. She knew it was hard for Ginger to hold on to that vibrating monster deep inside of her without letting go while in the thrones of a mind blowing orgasm. And Judith loved playing the villainous tease in trying to get her to do just that. An action that would immediately turn off the water and earn Ginger more time as said shower fixture. Thus it became a battle of wills. The overpowering need for Ginger not to give in to the desires of the flesh were as great as Judith's desire to keep Ginger just like she was, for as long as she could. Who would win?
As the battle of wills raged on in one arena, a decision was reached in another. Two young women decided to leave the charming Christmas like atmosphere of a local bar. A beautiful and sexy red head, who was a bit tipsy, and her equally great looking and slightly more inebriated long brown hair companion who was wearing a very presumptuous red leather hat. The two were happily singing the ending to the "Frosty the Snowman" song, a bit ahead of the rest of the bar's patron's, as they exited the bar via the decorated thick wooden door. When they finished the song they both took deep breaths and inhaled the cold refreshing air of the star lit night.
"Oh that was great! It's been a long time since I met so many wonderful and happy people. Right Heidi?"
"Yep!" Heidi had her arms extended way out to her side with her head tilted back and looking up at the stars.
Katie was visibly questioning her friends unusual stance and staring direction. Then she started to look up at the sky too, to try and find what her friend was looking at. But she just didn't see it. So she stood behind her friend, extended her arms out like she was and began looking up in the same place. Then after awhile of complete frustration she asked her friend,
"So. What's you looking at Heidi?"
"Don't you see it Katie?" Heidi asked with strong confidence.
"Nope!" Katie answered back imitating her friends former short answer.
"It's right there, next to the full moon" she responded causally and using her right arm and finger to point it out.
Katie looked long and hard and still could not see it. "No! I can't see anything." She answered back with a bit of a strain in her voice.
"Well good grief girl, I though everyone could see Christmas on a night like this."
The two girls looked at one another for a minute before busting up into laughter.
"Why you little slut! I should make a snow ball and . . ." Right then Katie picked up some snow in her hands, but Heidi began to scream and yelled 'NO! Not again!' and then ran down the block. That's when Katie ran after her accidentally dropping her snow ball in the process.
It wasn't until they were on the next block when Heidi's new red leather hat blew off her head from a gust of wind to which Katie quickly picked it up and put it on her own head.
"Hey! That's mine" Heidi said with the power of her convictions in her voice.
"WAS your's my dear. Now it's now mine" replied Katie with an air of pompous snobbery.
"Oh yea, how you figure?"
"Well, you got it when it "fell" off the head of that lady and then claimed it as your own when you picked it up and ran with it. So I claim it under the same law."
"Which is?"
"Finders keepers, losers weepers"
"Oh for cripes sake! I never said that. What I DID say was that it looked better on me than you." And with that Heidi plucked the red hat from Katie's head and quickly put it back on her own.
"Well!" Katie said with her arms on her hips in direct dismay of her friends forceful advance. "Then you can have it! I really don't need it since I have no need to cover up my mousy brown stringy hair like you do." And then Katie folded her arms across her chest in mock defiance.
Heidi was about to retort back, but then it started to snow again, which reminded her of greatest time of the year. A time she wanted to celebrate with her best friend. So she took off the hat and handed it back to Katie.
Katie took it abruptly from Heidi hands, played with it's brim for a while and then put it right back on her friends head and said with a smile on her face "Merry Christmas Heidi".
Heidi too formed a smile and took her friend in her arms giving her a big hug while whispering "Merry Christmas to you too my friend" in Katie's ear.
The two then broke their hug and began walking down the block again, all giggles and happy smiles.
All of a sudden Heidi stopped in her tracks with a bug eye surprised look on her face.
Katie had continued to walk on a few paces before noticing that her friend was no longer at her side. That's when she turned and seen her friend looking into a store window in an almost zombie like state. She walked back to her friend and looked through the same window except Katie was not as taken as was her friend Heidi.
"It's nice isn't it?" Katie said in a nonchalant tone.
"NICE?" Heidi replied forcefully. "It's down right gorgeous! I just have to have it!"
"Oh? And how shall you be paying for that Miss? Cash, check, credit card, your first born!" Katie was mocking her in hopes that reality of her funds situation would bring her back from her Cinderella like fantasy. That wonderful dress she was ogling in the window was far beyond her credit means, let alone her tapped out bank account.
"Come on Katie, let's go inside." Heidi abruptly took her friends hand and began pulling her to the glass doors until Katie jerked her hand away.
"Are you nuts Heidi? Look at this place! This isn't for us peasants. It's for the social elite, lawyers, drug dealers and all the other unsavory people of society with more money than they know what to do with. Once they see us going in there, they're liable to throw us out on our . . ." Katie's voice slowly tapered down until only her lips could be seen moving. Then she too took on that look of a poor kid looking into a toy store window at all the great and wonderful toys and lusting over each and every one. Except for Katie it was a fantastic red silk blouse with long sleeves and bare shoulders. It was something that she was looking for several weeks now. Something special that would go along with her long black leather skirt with the slit up the side.
When Heidi seen what Katie was looking at, she just smiled. Her friend was in the same lack of money boat that she was, but it didn't matter right then. A combination of it being Christmas and the two of them still feeling the high of their last couple of hot toddies at the bar made their normal inhibitions of this fancy boutique disappear. So again Heidi took her friend's hand and this time they both walked through the glass doors and into the marble floor lobby of this exquisite boutique.
About then Judith was finishing toweling herself dry in her shower. She was all smiles and those once cold goose bumps were a thing of the pass now. When she was about to step out, she took the end of the towel and gently wiped away the water droplets sticking to the clear plastic on her human shower fixture's eye covering.
"There you Ginger. Now you can see perfectly. Oh, since you seem to have lost again my dear, you know what that means."
A faint lingering depressing moan could be heard from behind the soap dish.
"Now, now, now my sweet black shower fountain. You know the deal. Failure to hold back an orgasm means another day in my shower stall. Besides, you seem to be cuming more and more easily these last few times. Which makes me believe you like being the water object of my affections."
This time a strong hard grunt was heard as if in direct opposition to Judith's smiling teasing observation.
Judith placed her towel on the shelf that Ginger was being forced to hold up in front of her and then gently patted the girls left breast. She lingered for a couple of seconds as if in trying to decide to do it or not. Then she decided to do it. She took the pair of beautiful rubber clad nipples between her fingers and thumbs, and pinched them until she heard a sharp little squeal before letting go. She quickly exited the shower with a little laughter in her voice.
Judith put her robe on and in so doing she noticed that all her wet soggy clothes had been picked up and taken away. Even the floor was clean from any water left from her discarded clothes. She smiled to herself thinking that Fife was jolly on the spot again and she was working out quite well as her house maid. No doubt a large part due to the critical eye of her Aunt.
She picked up a new towel and began using it to dry her hair while she walked back to her bedroom. There she saw her Aunt sitting on her bed waiting for her to come in.
"There is a cup of hot tea for you Judith on your vanity. Fife brought it in just a minute ago."
"Thank you Aunty." Judith then sat down on her chair in front of her vanity while she continued to dry her hair.
"Here my dear, let me do that while you drink your tea." Margaret slowly rose from her sitting position and then walked over to her dear niece and began rubbing her hair with the towel.
Judith took the cup of tea by the handle and took a sip. It was good and hot. And tasty too, what with a shot cinnamon flavored Snoops in it. She then placed the cup back down and sat before her vanity. Each hand slowly moving to opposite ends of her stool. A stool made from the body of another volunteer from the HRD.
The girl was Hispanic and named Rosa. They picked her up after giving a guy a blow job in a filthy ally. She was one of those cheap prostitutes in the less affluent part of town. When the doctors found that she didn't harbor anything that couldn't be cured with an ample amount of antibiotic, they drafted her into Boot Camp. Of course it was against her will. But that didn't matter, at least not to Judith. She thought she was doing a good deed, getting these poor wretched women back into good health and making them a viable member of society once more. So what if she took them down a detour for awhile. It was only fair to her, in recompense that is. And considering the quality of her staff in Boot Camp, a girl soon found it better to submit then to rebel in short order, like her Rosa here.
Rosa was a result of the old process of wearing fetish clothes instead of having it sprayed on. She was made to put on a white latex catsuit, to match the rest of Judith's expensive vanity. It covered her completely except for her breasts, butt cheeks and crotch, as well as her nostrils and eyes. Her ears were plugged with some sound absorbing spongy cones to prevent her from hearing anything important while in the service of Ms. Davenport's bedroom. And her mouth was filed with a thick skinned inflatable bladder type gag in order to sequester any sounds she might make. Her white shiny suit was very tight and made to her exacting modified proportions. Thus her head shown all the features of her lovely face including the well defined outline of her well stuffed mouth.
After the catsuit, Rosa was told to get on all fours to which various white leather bondage gear was quickly added. Her hands had been reduced to nothing but pods, which gave her a firm footing for her upper body to rest on. Two long white leather split tubes, reinforced with steel ribs, were placed around her arms and laced up tightly. They caused her to keep her arms straight and unbending like stone pillars.
A white painted metal "X" was placed under her with it's ends fastened to her wrists and a strap just above her knees. The purpose of a chair, or a human stool, was to stay in one place where one wanted it. Which was the reason for the "X" brace. Now Rosa could not scurry about of her own free will.
To keep Rosa's lower legs from being a tripping hazard, Judith had her lower legs, just above the ankle, strapped up tightly to her upper thigh until Rosa's bare heels dug deeply into her naked butt cheeks. Rosa's feet were about the only body part she could move around freely, since her head was made immobile by a thick white leather neck corset and chin support that kept her head up like an attentive dog. But there was a reason for this. For now Judith could play with her stool's feet whenever she sat at her vanity.