Janice whimpered as she twisted her body from side to side. Her arms were pulled above her head into a strange set of cuffs. They were padded like the container but mounted on a thick plastic circle. Her movements cause it to rock back and forth but only a few degrees before it clicked and stopped her.
She also couldn't lift her legs. Her bare ankles were mounted into another set of padded cuffs but instead of a circular device, it was just a bar. It kept her legs spread so far apart she couldn't feel the skin of her thighs touching.
The sensation of being exposed and vulnerable made everything worse. She could feel Goose staring at her as they walked down a brightly-lit white hallway.
Goose casually reached down to press his palm against her pussy.
She jumped and cried out.
He shoved his fingers into her dry pussy, pumping in and out until the friction burned against her sex. He looked at her and chuckled before thrusting harder.
Janice tried to twist away but she couldn't. Even a little pressure was enough to keep her helplessly pinned against the gurney.
“You may have missed out on the cherry run, but I'll get my chance at this.” He rammed two fingers into her pussy.
She arched her back, straining to escape. Her hips couldn't move far enough away as he scraped her delicate walls with his hard thrusting.
“Talking to the meat?” asked a woman.
“Crane?” Goose pulled his fingers out. “When the hell did you get down here. What did you do, choke fuck one of the sluts again?”
The woman, she sounded young, made a disgusted noise. “Yeah, I broke one of the twelves. Wasp sent me down for punishment for six months.”
“That mean you have some time for me?” Goose pulled his fingers out of Janice's pussy to rub his crotch.
“You don't have tits like this one.” Crane walked up. She was in her mid- to late twenties with blonde hair and dark eyes. Her scrubs did little to hide her breasts as they swayed back and forth. “Damn, she's magnificent. Probably the best I've seen.”
“Twin sister to a Cover girl.”
Crane grinned as she reached over to stroke the side of Janice's cheek. “Yummy.”
Janice pulled away, blinking at the tears. A thin whimper rose up but her throat ached from the effort.
The other woman smacked her face with her other hand. The impact snapped Janice's head to the side and her neck protested from the effort. Without a word, Crane shoved her fingers into Janice's mouth and pried her teeth apart. “Bad girl,” she said with a grin.
Janice shook with fear.
Crane thrust her fingers deep into Janice's mouth, driving her fingertips into the back of the capture woman's throat until Janice gagged. With a grin, Crane pumped four fingers in and out with deep thrusts.
Janice continued gag, her stomach lurching as she started to dry heave. Sobbing, she tried to move away but couldn't.
After what felt like forever, Crane pulled her dripping fingers out of Janice's mouth and wiped them on her hair. “Yeah, she'll do.”
“I got first shot, Goose.”
Crane gave him a sardonic look. “Best employee gets first shot and you haven't been one since…” Her smile grew cruel. “… well forever.”
A scowl twisted Goose's face. “Fuck you.”
Crane gave him a hard smile. “Maybe if you're ready for some pegging.”
Another scowl. He turned his head. “Where does this one go next?”
Crane looked down at Janice for a moment. “A Barbie, huh?”
Confused, Janice stared unsure how to ask.
“Well, congratulations, you are in the two thousandth shipment of cunts for our little farm and the seventh blonde hair, blue eye cunt I've seen. So you're a Barbie. The seventh I've process today, so your designation naturally going to be…” She held up her hand and then brought it down on a label printer on her hip. “B-2000-7.”
As the printer began to vibrate, she leaned over. “You got a name?”
Janice cringed. “Jan—”
A slap. “No, you are B-2000-7. If I'm feeling generous, you little cunt, it's 2000-7 or just Seven.” Crane slapped Janice again. “Not that you'll be answer soon.”
Janice gestured with her chin to the side. “Take Barbie over to hair first.”
As a parting gesture, Crane slapped a sticker on Janice's chest, right above her sternum, and then another one on the gurney. Stepping back, she called out, “Have fun, Seven! This is going to be the best day of the rest of your life.”
With a muttered growl, Goose wheeled Janice into a room.
Behind them, a woman screamed out in agony only to be silenced by the closing door.
Whimpering, Janice careened her head to look around. There was some sort of operating area with three men wearing yellow scrubs. There were cables dangling over the space obviously intended for her gurney.
Panting, Janice stared in fear as she was rolled into position.
One of the yellow scrubbed men held out his hand. “Label?”
“B-2000-7.”
“Should have gotten her tattooed first. You know the rules.”
“Talk to Crane.”
“Fucking bitch. Wasp should have snuffed her.”
Goose shrugged.
The man rolled his eyes. He lifted his head and spoke to one of the ubiquitous cameras that were hanging from the ceiling above her. “Fine, B-2000-7 being brought into hair removal. Rabbit, start with locks. Rooster, you're on liquids.”
Janice's eyes widened when he started speaking but then relaxed slightly. Hair removal? That didn't seem nearly as bad as everything else that had been happening to her.
Then she saw one of the men picking up a pair of hair trimmers. The snap before it buzzed loudly set off a wave of panic that threatened to drown her. She screamed and thrashed her head, ripping it out from underneath her as she strained to push herself away as far as possible from him.
Rabbit grabbed her face, his thick fingers crushing her nose and his other hands sealing over her jaw. His grip tightened, clamping her mouth shut until her teeth ground into each other. With his other hand, he began to draw the clippers through her beautiful platinum hair, shearing it off with short, efficient strokes.
At the same time, one of the other technicians started to smear a foul-smelling paste on her legs moving up to her crotch.
Janice cried out, her voice muted by Rabbit's grip, and writhed but there was no escaping the probing hands as they dug into every joint and crevice of her body. Like Rabbit, Rooster worked efficiently and callously.
Even her pussy wasn't spared the humiliation. The technician yanked on each of her thick lips, pulling them taut to smear the paste on them. When he finished with the outer lips, he started on the inner ones.
Just as the first man in yellow was done cutting her hair to short stubs, the third started to grind something hard and smooth against her feet. It felt like a massage for only a few seconds before an intense burning sensation ripped through her senses.
The bars holding her legs apart rang out as every muscle in her body tensed but she couldn't escape any of the men's torture.
She screamed in pain.
Goose grinned and rubbed his crotch. “One of my favorite parts, hairless pussy.”
Janice twisted but all three men held her down with powerful grips as they continued to their duties.
The man torturing her pussy let her lips go with a snap and moved up to her belly. Behind him, the man with the strange device brought it up to bring the burning tip against her pussy.
The smell of burning hair was suffocating.
Thankfully, it only took a few minutes for them to move away from her tortured pussy. The lingering pain seared at her skin but she couldn't escape it.
Just as they finished using the laser device to remove the hair from her scalp, she let out a single final sob. One of her best featured had been permanently removed, destroyed by whatever horror that she had fallen into.
“Roll her over and let's get that asshole.”