Janice shook with her silent sobs as she twisted helplessly on the gurney. Every square inch of her skin tingled and burned from the laser hair removal, but it was nothing compared to the fresh tattoos that had been put on each of her ribs, chest, and the small of her back. The process was thankfully short, but now it felt like there were a thousand bees stinging her along sunburned skin.
Just as she thought it couldn't get any worse, a different group of men had injected her with a local anesthetic and then cut into her neck before jammed something painfully large underneath the skin. A bandage had been put over it with some tape but that did nothing to the deep radiating pain that spread along her neck, jaw, and chest.
She whimpered at the pains assaulting her. It was hard to concentrate on which one was worse because each one seemed to magnify the misery of the others.
Not that anyone else seemed to notice.
They were in the hub between the work stations. After each one, Goose would push her to the center to talk to Crane for a while. Then one of the doors would open and another technician would wheel out a sobbing woman and they would trade places.
They were waiting for the next station after the catheter when they traded places with the former occupant of the dental station.
Janice only got a glimpse of the other woman. She was the dark-skinned woman from before. However now she was shaved completely and had a similar tattoo, C-2000-1. She was shaking in silence. Her head was turned away from Janice but it looked like there were tubes sticking out of her mouth.
“Give them a second, pussy.”
“Blow me, Crane.”
Janice squeezed her eyes closed for a moment and then looked up at the camera. She was cracking under the terror but she couldn't see any way to escape. Even if she could break free of the gurney—she tested her bounds to make sure—where could she go? They were on a boat in the middle of the ocean, far from anything that resembled salvation.
She wondered who was watching on the other side of the camera. The “unboxing” video of Wasp? Was he selling videos of her own humiliating degradation? She couldn't imagine why anyone would want to see her being shaved hair less and tattooed, but there were sick fucks everywhere.
“Okay, Goose, they are ready in dental for you.”
Goose leaned over Janice and smiled. “Ready for your last words?”
Janice tore her eyes away from the camera to look at him. What was going to happen?
Like every other station, the gurney was pulled into the center of a cluster of terrible-looking devices. Men in yellow, doctors at this point, surrounded her and surrounded her head. Two bright lights were aimed toward her face, blinding her.
"Okay, B-2000-7 is here for intubation and dental. We're going to start by prying open her mouth.
Knowing what would happen, Janice clamped down on her teeth and sealed her lips.
It didn't even phase the man who reached in. He forced his fingers against the seem of her jaw, rubbing back and forth and increasing pressure until she couldn't take it anymore.
At the same time, the other assistants placed a clamp around the back of her neck and side of her skull. The soft padding tightened around her and she found she couldn't move her head at all.
As soon as the dentist touched her teeth, he forced her lips apart with his fingertips and draw them widely apart as he worked down to the delicate gums behind her wisdom teeth. “Her teeth feel good. We have x-rays?”
“Yes, in her file. Here they are.”
“Good, her teeth are perfect.” The dentist increased the pressure, forcing her jaw apart.
With a sob, Janice couldn't fight it. Her mouth was pried open and some sort of device was jammed into the back of her teeth that prevented her from closing them. She twisted and shook, trying to break free but she already knew it wouldn't work.
“Okay, let's get the nasotracheal in.”
When she saw a thick tube being lifted to her face, she let out a strangled scream. At first, she thought it was going to be jammed into her mouth but to her horror, they shoved the dripping end into her nose.
She started to suffocate, her body straining to break free as she felt the sickening sensation of the tube sliding deep into her skull before moving down into the back of her throat.
“Okay, twist counter… counter… more. There, push.”
The pressure along her sinuses blossomed into agony as the hose was shoved deeper. She felt it burrow deep into her lungs.
“Great, seal that and get the other one in.”
A second tube was shoved up into her other nostrils, completely filling her head with painful stuffiness. This one went down the other side, burrowing down into her gullet.
Her stomach heaved as she tried to throw up. Only a burning, watery liquid rose up for a moment.
A moment later, something filled her lungs, an unnatural pressure that sharpened her thoughts as if she had taken a deep breath of cold air.
It was followed by another wave of nausea that brought bile rising up into her esophagus.
They didn't seem to notice. The dentist chuckled as he continued to work her teeth open. “Damn, I bet she gave good blow jobs.”
“Hoping?”
“Na, I get my fill of mouths these days. Bring the glue over here.”
Janice's eyes widened.
The assistant held up what looked like to be a caulking gun. He aimed it deep into Janice's mouth before pulling on the trigger.
At the first sensation of the thick, spongy material flooding her mouth, she thrashed violent.
“Tighten that clamp,” ordered the dentist.
Janice didn't care. She twisted as hard as she could, tearing her muscles as her mouth was filled completely with the adhesive.
The dentist grunted as he used his fingers to shove it around, filling it clear to the back of her mouth and down into her throat. The thick material continued down until she felt it settle past her vocal cords, silencing her instantly. Slowly, he drew his hands up as he spoke directions to the assistant.
“Okay, that's good. More to the right.”
Janice's mouth felt clogged. It reminded her of eating too much peanut butter but it was far worse. She sobbed as the the dentist finally pulled the wedges from her jaw and withdrew his fingers.
“Now, clamp her shut.”
Janice realized they were about to glue her jaw shut, maybe forever. She tried to force them open but she was too weak.
Two pairs of hands clamped her mouth shut and held it tight. Their fingers dug into her skin, cruel and heartless.
After two minutes, they released.
Janice tried to open her mouth.
It wouldn't give.
She tried to scream but no noise came out. Her lungs ached to breath but somehow she was getting oxygen. Panic surged through her and she trashed.
“Okay, she's pushing it. Sedative.”
One of the assistants used a needle into the catheter at her neck. Almost instantly, her body grew slack and her mind hazy.
“Add two hours before starting the breeding protocol.”
“She's been red flagged. White Stallion is using his privileged.”
“White Stallion flagged her.” The doctor smiled broadly. “Then she'll be a good one. She'll be awake for him and that will give enough for the sedative to run through.”
Goose cleared his throat. “We good then?”
“Patience. Just waiting for her vitals to stabilize. Okay… everything looks good. Remember to double check the oxygen tank every five minutes. We don't want her suffocating.” The dentist tapped something underneath the gurney and it gave a metallic ring.
“I know what I'm doing.”
“You piss off Wasp and you are going to be seeing your intestines. Remember what he did to Crane's father?”
All four men in the room shuddered.
The dentist straightened and pulled back. “Okay, send her to monitoring for an hour and then into reduction. She's good to go here.”
Lost in horror and dazed from drugs, Janice lost consciousnesses as she was wheeled out.