"I could tell she'd be nice one. Catch of the day," said the male who had remained behind. He got up from his chair and walked slowly around the bound girl.
"Yeah," said the woman who had just stripped her, "she'll make someone a fine pet."
Tempest's head was spinning. What was going on? They kept talking about processing. What did that mean? What was she being processed for? Now they were talking about being a pet. What was that all about?
The other woman pulled a hose over to Tempest and then wet her down completely. Thankfully, the water was warm but it was still an indignity that she did not need. A bucket of soapy water was set down in front of her and one woman pulled out a stiff bristled brush and started rubbing it all over her naked body. The other woman stood on a stool behind her and massaged shampoo into her long raven locks.
The brush was harsh and Tempest winced several times as it abraded against her tender flesh. She looked down in disbelief as it scraped across one sensitive nipple and then the other. Once every inch of her skin had been abused, the water was turned back on and she was hosed down a second time, rinsing her.
One woman grabbed a towel as the woman on the stool reached for a hair dryer. They spent the next five minutes drying her before the woman on the stool started combing out her hair. She did this for over ten minutes, leaving it silky and shiny.
While her hair was being combed, the other woman occupied herself with taking measurements. She had a clipboard and measuring tape and recorded numerous statistics. Some statistics, like bust size, inseam, waist and hips were normal, although Tempest had never been measured before while in this position. Others were new to her. The distance between the nipples, the distance between nipples and clit, and the circumference of a breast at the base were new measurements to her. The woman set the tape measure aside and brought out calipers for other unusual measurements: the diameter of a nipple, the thickness of the septum, and the width of her clit.
Tempest looked around again. Elke was gone. Apparently processing was complete for her and Tempest wondered what the next step was. Alaine was still in the room and now was horizontal, receiving her own makeup. The woman who had been working on Alaine was standing in front of Tempest, getting ready to go to work.
Tempest shook her head furiously and grunted some protests around the gag. She did not want to be shaved. She kept her pubic hair trimmed sexily but she had no desire for the bald look. She struggled in her bindings.
The woman just looked up at her and smiled. "If you keep jumping around like that, who knows what this blade will snip off? But it doesn't matter to me. I get paid the same regardless of what I remove."
Tempest looked down at the woman and pleaded with her eyes. But she saw no signs of sympathy being returned in her direction. She knew that she would be bald soon. Her meticulously trimmed pubic hair was lathered up, which was bad enough in and of itself. No woman had ever touched her there. The razor made several scrapes over her mound and then she felt her labia being tugged outward to let the blade remove any stray hairs. Her face burned with shame as her genitals were touched and fondled by this stranger. It was humiliating beyond belief.
She gasped when the woman finished and she felt the frame being rotated. She found herself staring at the floor and gasped as the stool was placed under her hips, propping her bottom up into the air. Why were they doing this to her? She had not seen any of her friends in this position.
The shaving woman stepped between her legs and, with the help of the lather and the blade, removed any unsightly hairs that resided between her bottom cheeks. The woman moved and Tempest felt someone else step between her tightly stretched legs. This was horrible!
She felt a damp cloth wipe over the space between her sex and her little pucker. As soon as it was removed, she felt cold there, followed by a stinging sensation. Then, for the next five minutes, she felt a series of little pinpricks on the sensitive flesh there. She shrieked into her gag as she realized they were giving her a tattoo. It was all so cruel! They were permanently marring her perfect body!
She did not know what was being tattooed on her perineum. Even she had known, she probably would not have understood the significance. When the woman was finished, ‘0914CF' was permanently inked into the girl's flesh.
The frame was flipped again and Tempest was staring at the ceiling. It took two women to exchange gags but they were very efficient and skilled. The ball was removed from the bound woman's mouth and immediately, a tool was inserted. It had two rubber pads that fit behind the girl's front teeth. When one woman squeezed the handles together, the pads were separated and it pried Tempest's mouth open wide. With one woman prying the mouth open, the other went to work, fitting what looked like a dental brace into Tempest's mouth. The mechanical device was fitted over her teeth and screws clamped down on the molars, holding it firmly in place. The woman reached in and gripped the captive's tongue, positioning it so that it fit into the clamp in front. Then she closed the clamp, capturing the tongue painfully in its teeth. A bar was placed across her tongue and secured to the device, completely immobilizing the tongue. Finally, the prying tool was removed and a wrench was used to ratchet the gag open until Tempest's lips were spread wide and her jaw was painfully open.
One of the women produced a hypodermic needle which caused Tempest to stiffen when she saw it. "This won't hurt," she said. "It will just relax your face so you look calm and beautiful." Then, she injected whatever was in the syringe in three spots above the girl's lips and three spots below. Within a minute, Tempest had no feeling and no control over her facial muscles. Then, the beauticians went to work.
The two women discussed their subject. One wanted only minimal highlights applied while the other thought that a heavier application would make her look less innocent and more sexually appealing. It was very frustrating to Tempest to listen to all of this going on and not be able to comment herself. On top of that, she was still naked! The sooner they stopped debating, the sooner this would be over and she could get dressed!
In the end, the minimalist won and she started to work on the face. She started by painting the stretched lips a pale shade of pink. When the color dried, she applied the gloss. She waited for that to dry before she moved on to the next part of her living canvas.
The other woman worked lower. She started by rolling Tempest's nipples back and forth with her fingers to stiffen them. Much to her chagrin, Tempest felt the little buds reacting as if on command and she felt totally humiliated again at the intimate touching of her body. Rouge was applied to the nipples, making them match the recently painted lips.
"She's unbelievably wet," observed the woman after she finished with the nipples. She had moved lower on the body and was stroking Tempest's labia, opening them. Tempest groaned with despair. "There's at least something about this that she likes."
"No there isn't," Tempest wanted to shout. But all that came out of her tortured mouth was something that sounded like "Oh Ay Ing"
The woman folded back the little hood and flicked the bound girl's clit, sending unwanted thrills through Tempest's body. This was infuriating! Once the clit had stiffened to the woman's satisfaction, she dabbed it with a cotton ball to dry it and then painted it to match the lips and nipples. As a final indignity, the woman swabbed down the labia with cotton to remove the copious amounts of Tempest's juices and then painted them pink too.
The woman at her head had applied a little bit of eyeliner but, other than that, had relied on Tempest's natural colorings. She selected some wide gold hoops and attached them to Tempest's pierced ears and then declared that they were finished. The frame was rotated upright at last. The two women then coated her body in oil until she had a fine satiny shine to her. The final step was the insertion of the wrench into Tempest's mouth again. They turned the wrench and her mouth started to close, relieving the horrible strain on her jaw. They didn't remove the infuriating gag. They simply adjusted it until her mouth was closed and her lips touched. Nobody would know that she was even wearing a gag but she would be unable to open her mouth.