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 Buttercup
   by Micky (micky@big101.freeserve.co.uk)
   I don't mind if you redistribute this providing you don't charge anyone
for it, but please leave my name and email address on it.  All the best,
Micky.
   ...Suddenly my predicament became apparent to me.  I opened my eyes to
find that I could see only darkness - the cloth binding my eyes would not
allow any light to pass.  I could feel my own breath hot on my cheek, so I
assumed I was wearing a hood of some sort rather than a blindfold.  Slowly,
my senses returned, and I realised that I was tied up with my arms held out
above my head, spread widely.  I could touch the floor with my bare feet. I
gave a small gasp as I felt someone pull my ankles together and fasten a
wide band around them.  This was accompanied by a small metallic chink.
   I could hear shuffling noises around me, and sometimes the cool draught
of a body passing close to mine.  With a shock, I realised that I was stark
naked!
   I did not move until I heard the sound of an electric motor whirring
into life.  Immediately, I felt my arms being lifted higher and higher,
first stretching my arms, then actually lifting my heels off the ground.  I
felt the wide band around my ankles pull tight before my toes left the
ground, but not by much.  As the band stopped my heels lifting further, I
could feel my body being stretched, slowly but surely.
   Abruptly, the motor stopped, and I let out a small moan of discomfort.
Suddenly the hood was lifted just enough for a large gag to be inserted,
feeling like one of the better features of my last boyfriend, I decided. 
Straps were pulled tightly about my head, holding the rubber intruder
firmly in place, making any sound impossible.
   From behind me, a deep, husky female voice suddenly spoke up, "From now
on, Buttercup, you will be fully aware of what will be happening to you. 
The first few days will be the worst, but I assure you that your suffering
will not be in vain."
   What?!  What did she mean?  Suffering and pain?  Where the hell am I? 
Terrified by the rapid turn of events, I struggled against my bonds, but to
no effect.  I was securely bound and entirely naked, at the mercy of this
deep-voiced female who held me captive.
   "I think I had better refresh your memory and to bring you up to date
with what has happened to you.  My name is Sarah.  We met in a night club
three weeks ago, and talked for a while.  I, unknown to you, began
hypnotising you, and you have been in a semi-conscious state for the last
three weeks." Three weeks!  It can't have been.  The last thing I
remembered was the night club.  Now, I had my sight taken away from me, and
was being suspended without clothes on.  My body was suffering all sorts of
new sensations.
   Sarah continued, "I yearn to create the ultimate erotic female figure.
Your body will undergo changes and modifications that would horrify most
women, but will give you the most erotically contoured body under the sun."
   A hand pulled the black hood from my head, and my eyes immediately
squinted as the bright light hit my face.  Slowly, I was able to focus, and
found that I had been bound in front of a full length mirror.  My
tear-streaked eyes stared into their reflection as the full horror of my
predicament became apparent.  I was suspended naked in the centre of what
appeared to be a large, spartanly furnished bedroom.  Along the wall behind
the mirror was a row of three vast wardrobes, a dressing table was on the
wall to my left.  To my right was a double bed with the strangest of sheets
- black and shiny.
   A noise behind me trained my attention back to the mirror, where I could
see the reflection of the middle-aged woman who now controlled me.  Her
most obvious feature was the mass of curly red hair that reached to her
minute waist.  Over her plain white silk blouse, cut to reveal a large,
shapely pair of breasts, she wore a wide black belt to emphasise her
obviously corseted middle.  A long skirt, slit up the front, covered her
legs, and revealed the incredibly high heeled shoes she wore, apparently
without trouble.
   She came round in front of me and I stared into her heavily made-up
face, lots of mascara and eyeliner, delightful ruby red lips, a minute
diamond in her left nostril.  Huge gold hoop earrings hung from the first
four holes in each ear, smaller rings from the countless holes farther up.
As she spoke, the flash of metal in her mouth revealed the stud piercing
her tongue.
   "Take a good look at yourself, as this is the last time you will see
your body in this form.  The corset I am about to dress you in, and the
matching collar, will only be removed for ablutions, if you are lucky. 
Otherwise, you will be corseted and collared 24 hours a day.  You will wear
high heeled shoes or boots during every waking moment, whatever you are
doing, and you will wear certain apparatus on your feet to bed, to aid the
correct posture."
   She reached up, revealing her perfectly manicured fingernails, also
bright red.  Clasping the back of my head, she reached up and gently kissed
me on the forehead.
   "I do not envy you the next few weeks, but please believe me when I say
that it will all be worth while."
   She moved around to my rear, and I could feel something being rubbed
over my anus, the horror of horrors, being forced inside my back-passage.
The sensations of those fingers made me writhe with embarrassment.  The
fingers extracted themselves only to be replaced by a blunt object, my arse
cheeks being stretched wide open by my tormentors other hand.  Pressure was
gently applied, forcing the object into my anus.  My arse felt as if it
were being torn in two, and I moaned and squirmed uncontrollably in my
bonds.  The anal intruder kept on moving until the was a slight relaxation
in the strain on my tender ring.  "There now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
she said, patting my bulging backside for good measure.
   Tears rolled down my cheeks as the woman proceeded to wrap a vast,
heavily boned corset around my supple body.  The corset reached from just
above knee height, over my waist, and up to my neck, leaving my breasts
poking through large cut-outs in the front.  It was made of very thick,
black rubber, and had a huge number of bones embedded within the rubber. 
Slowly, my captor fastened up the long busk in the front.
   "Your natural waist measurement in 25 inches, so I think you can be
started on the 18 inch corset.  The lacing process will take about 20
minutes, so just relax while it is being done."
   A whirring noise from over my shoulder made me realise that an electric
winch was being used to crush my poor body into the shape of this medieval
instrument of torture.
   As the corset tightened, the woman took great care to ensure that the
corset fit snugly, and that it didn't pinch anywhere.  After ten minutes
the indentation at my waist was noticeable, and I have to admit, very
feminine, but I was beginning to get short of breath.  After 15 minutes I
could only breath with small gasps, my chest in agony.  My plight was not
aided by the fact that I was gagged and could only breathe through my nose.
Finally, the winch clicked off.  I could hardly swallow, let alone breathe!
   From behind, a collar was placed round my neck, matching exactly the
corset in material and design.  The woman was very careful to avoid
trapping my hair as she laced it up the back.  The huge collar sat on my
shoulders, rising up underneath my chin, below my ears and around my
hairline.  It fit very snugly and prevented me from moving my head one
iota.
   She finished off the lacing and enquired after my health.  "Are you all
right?" Then, not even waiting for answer, as if I could, she continued,
"Yes, of course you are.  Right, now for some footwear, and you can come of
this bar,"
   She rooted around for something in one of the wardrobes, and returned
carrying the most beautiful shoes I had ever seen.  Holding them up in
front of my face, I could examine in every detail the red patent leather
oxfords with matching ankle straps she held up before me, the detailed
stitching, red nylon laces, brass padlocks on the straps and the
exquisitely tall, slender heels.  I had never worn heels like these before,
and did not think that I would ever be able to walk in them.
   "These heels have the minimum heel height.  You will NEVER wear anything
with less than a 6 inch heel unless I give permission specifically.  Of
course, soon, you will not be able to wear anything else!," she said
cryptically.
   "She kneeled down in front of me and unbound my ankles.  Lifting my
right foot gently, she inserted it into the shoe.  I could feel my bare
toes pointing their way down into the torturous footwear, and slide into
the impossible small toe box.  My heel slotted into place all to quickly.
leaving my instep with a near vertical aspect and my toes screaming in
discomfort that I knew would soon become agony.  The laces were quickly
snugged, and the strap padlocked about my slender ankle with a click.  The
process was repeated on my other foot and I was soon balanced precariously
on these slender stilts, my ankles wobbling madly and my knees unable to
straighten.
   "We have plenty of time to work on your posture, you will get used to
them and adore wearing them as I do.  Now, let me release you wrists and we
can begin your piercing..."
   My piercing?  What was she talking about?  The winch that had stretched
my body whirred back into life and I felt the tension leave my arms and
spine, allowing me to settle into my corset properly for the first time.  I
could not believe the sensations rushing through my body - my tightly bound
torso crying out in an exquisite mixture of agony and ecstasy; my feet
screaming in pain at the incredible poise they were being forced into by
the cruel shoes; my head, held immobile by the collar clasping my neck with
it's intimate touch, making it harder for me to breathe...
   My wrists were released, and I was led by the hand towards one of the
doors.  As I stumbled along on my heels, my movements severely hampered by
the long corset, my captor explained, "I feel that a woman who wears
jewellery far more attractive than a woman without.  Although there are
exceptions, so far as I am concerned, there are no limits to the quantity
and variety of jewellery you will wear.  To this end, your body will be
pierced in the extreme - you will wear as many jewels as can be fitted in
each ear, your nose will be pierced to allow a single bar to pass from one
nostril to the other, your tongue will be pierced 4 times, your nipples
will be pierced only once each, but they will be stretched to accommodate
far larger rings, your clitoris, it's hood and your labia will accommodate
dozens of rings soon."
   The shock of what she had said hit me hard, causing me to loose my
footing and begin to fall.  Fortunately, and pair of safe, strong hands
caught me.  I looked pleadingly into her eyes.  I had never had my ears
pierced as I thought the practice cruel and barbaric, but what she said was
in another league!
   She opened the door, which led into a large, white tiled room.  In the
centre of the room sat a large gynaecologists chair in black leather. 
Straps hung loosely from the chair and the arms, and I tried to back away.
I could have that done to me!  My tormentor saw what worried me, and
comforted me with the fact that they were for my own benefit, to make sure
I did not struggle too much while I was being operated on.  This chair, it
turned out, would not only be used for my piercing, but also for any other
"operations" that were deemed necessary.
   My heels clattered loudly on the white tiled floor as I walked to the
hated chair.  I slid into it uncomfortably, and quickly found wide straps
being passed round my ankles, knees, waist and neck, holding me down
tightly.
   Finally, Sarah was satisfied that I could not move a muscle. 
"Obviously, it will not be possible to pierce your nether regions today,
given the corset you now wear, but I think we can make a start on your
ears, face and breasts."
   I writhed in my bondage, trying to find some movement, but all was
denied me.  Sarah came round behind me and pulled my hair up to the top of
my head, where she tied it tightly.
   "Some of what I am about to do will be almost painless, but some will
hurt you a lot - all will be done without anaesthetic.  Those piercings
that hurt the most can be done the easy way, or the hard way - the choice
is yours.  You might as well resign yourself to the fact that when you get
out of this chair, the piercings will have been done, one way or the
other."
   I heard her walk a few feet away, then wheel a trolley over to my chair.
   "We'll start on your ears, I think.  I can't believe you have never even
had those pierced!"
   I felt her take hold of my right lobe, and using a pen, she marked 20
little dots all the way up my lobe, and around the rim.  She then proceeded
to do the same to my left ear.
   "I'll only do the first 5 today, as it is awkward getting the placement
right if the holes are too close together and there is jewellery in the
way."
   She turned away and I hear the metallic jangling of instruments on her
tray.
   "Normally, ears are pierced using a gun, but I prefer using a needle."
   She grabbed hold of my right lobe with a pair of forceps, and almost
immediately pushed the needle straight through my lobe!  I took a sharp
intake of breath as the pain hit me, but it very quickly subsided into a
dull throbbing sensation.  Maybe this won't be too bad, I thought.  Sarah
then withdrew the needle, but I could still feel something in the hole,
then she released her grip on my ear.  Using the clear plastic tube left in
the hole, she manoeuvred a ring through the hole, then closed it with a
ball.
   "There now, that wasn't so bad, was it?  Only another 9 to go..."
   For some time afterwards, she repeated the procedure until I wore 5
rings in each ear, starting from the bottom of my lobe, going about half
way up.  My ears felt numb from her ministrations, but not painful. 
Perhaps she was right, and it wouldn't hurt too much.
   "Well, that's your ears.  Now for your nose.  I am now going to pierce
each nostril and your septum, but I am going to do it so the holes are in a
straight line, allowing me to pass a barbell all the way through.  This
will undoubtedly be uncomfortable for you, but that cannot be helped."
   The thought of what she was going to do now horrified me.  How could she
do that to my nose!  She marked each nostril, ensuring they were
symmetrical.  She was looking me straight in the face as she did this, and
it gave me an opportunity to examine her piercings.
   The tiny diamond stud in her certainly looked very pretty in her nose,
but I could not agree with the huge amount of jewellery she wore in her
ears, I thought the four large rings unattractive, but with the further
dozen or so, I thought they looked grotesque.  What would I finish up
looking like?
   She moved back in front of me and grabbed my left nostril with a pair of
forceps, and pierced if from the outside of my nostril.  The pain shot up
my nose, making me groan into the penis gag she had forced into my mouth.,
She pulled out the needle, leaving the tube within my line of sight.  She
then grabbed my septum very tightly, and pierced that from the left.  The
pain of that was even worse, and I struggled against her attentions, but
could do nothing about it.  She pulled out the needle, and pierced my right
nostril from the inside.  I now had 3 tubes hanging uncomfortably from my
nose, one in each nostril, and one in my septum.
   "That was the worst bit, but inserting the jewellery won't be
comfortable, either!"
   Starting from the right, she screwed the barbell into the tube, and
pulled it through.  Once it was through, she unscrewed it, and carefully
manoeuvred it into the second tube.  That was more awkward, but was done
successfully.  Finally, she screwed it into the last tube and it was pulled
through my left nostril.  To finish it off, she screwed a ball onto the end
of the barbell.  My nose now felt very funny, with the bar in place, and I
had no idea what it looked like.  I did not want to think about it!
   "There now, that was nothing to worry about, was it?"
   I looked into her eyes, pleading for my release for the barbaric torture
she was putting me through.  My ears and my beautiful nose were now
destroyed forever, and there was nothing I could do about it!  Tears
streamed down my cheeks, some from crying, some from having my nose so
roughly dealt with.
   "Hmmm...  what next?  I know, I'll do your nipples."
   My nipples!  I had forgotten about those.  Christ, was nothing sacred?
   She leaned forward, and gently took my left nipple between her
succulent, red lips, teasing it gently with her tongue until the traitorous
thing began to swell and engorge.  Was I actually getting turned on by
this?
   She dried it off, marked each side with the pen, and grasped it firmly
with the forceps.  I watched as she pushed the needle through, stretching
the skin, the little drop of deep red blood as it made it's exit.  The pain
was agony!  Quickly, she placed a large steel ring in it, and began to
repeat the procedure with my right nipple, carefully tantalising my nipple
to full size.  Pleasure and pain - I could hardly cope!
   Soon, it was over, and she took a step back.  "We are not finished yet,
but I could certainly do with a break.  I am going to release your gag now.
I don't want to hear a peep out of you, or you will regret it."
   She undid the buckle by the side of my head, and pulled the cruel gag
out with an audible pop.
   "Why..." I started, but she pressed one manicured finger to my lips.
   "Hush, my sweet.  What did I tell you?  I can understand this is very
difficult for you, but I know you will come to love what I am doing.  I
think it is only fair that I answer one question before I continue.  You
may not be able to talk too well soon..."
   "Why are you doing this to me?" I managed to say.
   "I am not as young as you are, my body is not as flexible as yours, I
could never get my waist as small as yours will be.  As for the shoes and
piercings, although I could partake just as much as you will, I think they
will suit a beautiful young girl like yourself far more than me."
   She clicked her way out of sight, and I heard another trolley being
pulled closer.
   "Right," said Sarah, "I think we'd better do your beautiful mouth now.
   "No...  Please don't do this, I beg you." I had seen the stud in her
tongue, and I did not want to have that done to me.
   "What did I tell you about being quiet.  I can do this just as easily
with you silenced, but doing it will hurt you a lot.  Are you going to be
quiet?"
   "Please!  NO!  You can't do this to me!" I shouted
   "Don't say I didn't warn you!" said Sarah angrily.  "I gave you the
chance to co-operate, something you obviously don't feel inclined to do. 
Your choice."
   She walked behind the chair, and I heard her open a drawer and pull out
something which jangled loudly.
   She returned with a mass of metalwork and leather straps.
   "Open wide, Buttercup!"
   I held my mouth firmly closed, but she simply held my nose, her finger
nails dangerously close to my eyes.  I tried to shake off her strong grip
but I was held too firmly.
   As soon as I opened my mouth to breathe, I found the metal contraption
being forced into my mouth.  It consisted of two rubber lined trays which
fitted over my teeth, and a strap on either side.  The strap went from the
top and bottom tray, then joined into one in a vee, where it went behind my
head.  She quickly fastened the implement into my mouth, where it proved to
be impossible to close my mouth.
   Turning a screw, she slowly jacked my mouth open with the gag, and I was
unable to do anything about it!  My jaws were opened until I felt they
would pop apart, then she stopped.
   "This would have so much more comfortable if you had done this quietly,
Buttercup.  I am sorry."
   She grabbed my tongue with a pair of forceps, carefully placing them
centrally, about half way back.  I moaned in discomfort, but what could I
do?
   Grabbing a needle, she pierced my tongue, inserting a plastic tube.  I
thought that was it, but she repeated the procedure three more times, twice
on each side of my tongue.  Only then, with 4 tubes sticking rudely out,
did she release her grip with the forceps.  Soon, I was wearing barbells in
each hole.  My tongue felt like a piece of wood, thick and swollen.  I
tried to talk, but could get nothing comprehensible out past the gag.
   "Ha, ha!  You'll be like that for a couple of days now, until the
swelling goes down.  Now, I've just got to do your lips."
   What was she going to do to my lips?  My beautiful, full lips?
   "Now, I can do this with the gag in place, or out.  Which would you
prefer?"
   I tried to say "Without," and fortunately, Sarah took pity and slowly
let my jaws relax.  She undid the strap, and removed the hated piece of
metal.
   "Don't fret about this, but I am going to give you some permanent
make-up, colour your lips a beautiful bright red forever!"
   "No!" I slurred, "You can't do that!"
   "Please, Buttercup, don't plead.  It doesn't suit you."
   She picked up something from the tray, and I soon heard a buzzing sound.
She was going to tattoo my lips!
   This hurt a lot, but I had given up struggling by this point, and it
didn't take very long.  She carefully went around the outline of my lips,
giving me an exquisite cupids bow, then filled in the rest.  My lips were
beginning to swell up by this point, but mercifully, she put down the gun
and said, "That will do for today, but that is by no means the last of the
piercings, tattoos or other modifications I have in store for you!"
   * * *
   The next few days were spent somewhat of a daze and I began to fall into
a regular, well defined routine.
   Every night, I was fastened into a strict corset, only slightly looser
than my regular corset, about 19 inches.  The corset was made of thick
black rubber, with many strips of boning in it, and reached from my armpits
to my knees.  I can assure you that I couldn't move a muscle with it
wrapped around my body!  Next, my arms were rubbed with cream before a pair
of long, black, thick rubber gloves which were laced up the side very
tightly, preventing me from flexing my elbows at all.  A very high collar
was then fastened round my neck, matching the corset about my body.  It was
very stiffly boned and held my mouth closed firmly.  Finally, Sarah would
slip a pair of slippers onto my feet, but these were no ordinary slippers!
They resembled ballet slippers, with toe-boxes and a strip of metal running
back to a strap to be fastened about my ankle., The were entirely of metal
construction with a rubber lining.  My toes were squeezed into the boxes,
and the strap pulled up to my ankle - this had the effect of forcing my
feet into a ballet point, putting constant strain on my feet, bending my
toes under my feet.  I was told that this was to ensure my feet never
relaxed and would make it far easier for me to wear high heels. 
Unfortunately, it would also mean that over a period of time, the tendons
in my ankles would shorten, and it wasn't long before I was uncomfortable
trying to place my foot flat on the floor.  I was then covered with a heavy
rubber quilt which was fastened to the bed with a series of straps, holding
my flat to the bed, totally unable to move.
   At first, I found it difficult to sleep.  The pain from my piercings,
feet and corset were too much to bear, but after a while, the piercings
healed, and my body became accustomed to it's constraints and sleep came to
me more easily.
   A fortnight after my first session in the chair, Sarah told me she was
going to use a short corset on me that day - it would still be just as
tight, but would only come down to my pelvis, leaving my groin exposed. 
Suddenly I remembered what she said about further piercings, and I realised
that today was going to be the day!
   She finished off lacing up my 18" corset, replaced my "slippers" on my
feet and fastened a very high, strict posture collar around my slender
neck.
   "Come on, Buttercup, I think you know what is going to happen now."
   Despite becoming more used to my predicament, I was terrified!
   "Sarah, please don't do this to me..."
   "Would you like to be gagged, Buttercup?" she asked with menace.
   "No, Sarah.  Thankyou."
   She led me slowly down the corridor to the room, and had me sit in the
black doctors chair.  I was strapped down in short order, and had top
listen to Sarah collecting everything she needed and clattering them down
on the metal tray...