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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP: Ten Days in Another Town - Day 4 (FD)
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 01:10:17 -0500
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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.
   Please, if you are under the age of 18, or if you will be offended by 
such material, use your intelligence and read no further - delete file.  
Otherwise ....enjoy!

Distribute freely if you wish but, please, not to minors


Ten Days in Another Town.

by Nessus

Day Four

I woke with a start as I heard a siren through the building. Hurriedly, I 
scrambled to my feet, nervously looking around. It was just morning but I 
couldn't hear anyone approaching.

Quickly, in case anyone did come, I squatted over the bucket and started to 
piss. It was difficult aiming into the bucket without my hands but I managed 
to get most of the piss in.

I was still pissing when the green door opened and two women in cool white 
uniform dresses stood by the bars, calmly watching me piss. Blushing 
furiously, I managed to stop and stand, conscious of my nakedness.

They were about the same height, one with dark hair, the other with blonde 
and both had their hair pulled back into a severe buns. The dark haired one 
wore steel frame glasses. Dressed in a white uniform with an above the knee 
skirt, dark hose and high heels, these two women definitely did not look 
like prison guards.

"Have you finished?" the one in the glasses coolly asked and I nodded 
sheepishly. She unlocked the door and beckoned to me. "This way." They 
turned as if they expected me to follow and, I suppose, I had no choice but 
to do exactly that.

Down a corridor and into a room that appeared to be a doctors surgery with 
an examination bench in the middle of the room with lights hanging over it.

The woman with the glasses turned to me. "I'm Officer Clara Kent. This is 
Officer Jenny Maloney. You will always refer to us as Madam. Understand?"

I knew how to behave now. "Yes, Madam."

"Excellent," Officer Maloney stepped forward, holding a stun gun. "We're 
going to take those cuffs off. We won't have to use this, will we?" She 
arched a thin eyebrow, her white teeth gleaming between the dark red 
lipstick of her lips.

"No, Madam."

Kent moved behind me and released my hands. I took a moment to stretch and 
it was a relief for my aching arms. "Now," Clara Kent said. "Get up on the 
examination bench."

Examination bench? I was puzzled but I was in prison and I wasn't about to 
ask a lot of stupid questions. Especially, when they had a stun gun so I 
climbed on the bench and laid down on my back as directed.

Maloney efficiently strapped my forearms down on each side of the bench 
while Kent slid a foam rubber device under my neck so my head was raised. I 
looked down on my naked body, my cock lolling against my balls, as they 
pulled by legs apart and fastened them to the table. In a few short minutes, 
I was completely helpless.

Without a backward glance, they left me alone and I lay there I noticed a 
large mirror on the ceiling above the table. A naked frightened man stared 
back down at me. As I lay there, uncomfortable with my nakedness and 
exposure, I wondered what was next.  Obviously, some kind of medical 
examination prior to admission into the prison but, why was I lying on this 
table?

A few moments later, they returned in surgical gowns. That worried me!  
"What's going on?" I asked and Officer Kent slapped me hard across the face.

As I recoiled in pain, she glared at me. "Do not talk to me like that! You 
must always refer to me as Madam! Another outburst like that and I will 
apply the stun gun like this!" I looked down my body as she jammed the black 
gun hard into my balls. Not that! My whole body cringed at the thought and I 
vowed to remain silent, no matter what they did to me.

The door opened and an older woman in a white medical top and a grey skirt 
entered. "Good morning," she said and the two women nodded respectful 
greetings. "Is the patient ready?"

"Yes, Doctor Rome."

"Good. Shave his groin and his head, please."

I blinked in shock, my mouth opened to protest and I saw the stun gun in 
Kent's hands so I closed it again. I must survive, I angrily, thought, so I 
have to keep calm. My hair will grow back.

"Measure him first," Rome directed and to my intense embarrassment, they 
measured my limp cock and wrote the findings down on a clipboard.

Both women started clipping my pubic hair and, because of my position, I was 
forced to watched as they clipped it quite short. I looked up and saw, in 
the mirror, two women leaning over the naked man's cock. Embarrassed, I felt 
my cock  start to rise. Grins appeared on their faces as they noticed. 
"Measure it," one of them called and I saw the tape measure put next to my 
cock.

"Not much difference," Kent observed as she wrote on the clipboard and I 
blushed furiously. I thought I had a normal cock but I was now beginning to 
doubt it.

I felt fingers around my cock and saw that Maloney had her hand wrapped 
around it. "See," she said loudly, "my hand swallows the little thing up."

"Please get on with it," Doctor Rome said in an exasperated tone and the two 
women quickly returned to work. Blushing, I watched as they spread foam over 
my cock and balls and then shaved it clean, their hands constantly fondling 
me so I remained hard. When they towelled me dry, it was strange to see my 
hard cock standing in the middle of a smooth terrain of pink skin.

Satisfied with their work, the two women moved around the table to my head. 
The hum of clippers drew my eyes to the mirror and I watched them as my hair 
fell away in large dark clumps. Tears formed in my eyes as I stared up at 
the naked man in the mirror with his hair reduced to stubble. In the corner, 
the red light on the security camera glowed.

Foam was applied to the stubble on my skull. "Keep still," I was warned and 
they shaved my head completely clean. I blinked back the tears at the 
reflected image of my pink smooth dome and my bald groin.

The women stood back and admired their handiwork and I heard a giggle. 
Doctor Rome put a tray on the table and bent of my groin, sliding a gold 
bracelet like object around my balls, close to my body. A quick flash of 
heat and I flinched. "There," Rome said. "It's sealed and won't come off." 
She looked at the other women. "The wrists now, please."

Kent and Maloney positioned themselves at my hands and a thin copper like 
band was fastened around each wrist. A flash of heat again and they were 
also sealed.

Doctor Rome stood behind my head and I saw the flash of a scalpel and winced 
as I felt a sharp pain behind my left ear. Her rubber gloves pushed and 
prodded, causing me to cry out in pain.

Finally, she applied a dressing and peeled her gloves off. "You can release 
him now."

Woozily, I stood, embarrassed at my exposure as I felt, with my newly shaved 
groin and head, even more naked. "Please, Madam," I asked meekly. "Could I 
have some clothes?"

Officer Kent shook her head. "No," she said sharply. "This is a women's 
institution. We have no clothes for you here." The shock must have showed on 
my face because she laughed. "You have nothing to hide here."

Doctor Rome packed her things up and walked to the door. "Bye ladies," she 
said, over her shoulder.

"Goodbye, Doctor," they chorused, watching the door close.

"Now," Officer Kent said. "A demonstration. See this?" My eyes followed her 
painted fingernail to see a small metallic object on her belt. "All guards 
have these." She pressed a button on the object and a fiery pain enveloped 
my balls.

"Agh!!!" I cried out and, thankfully, the pain ceased as I rubbed my 
tingling bald balls.

"Put your hands on your head," Maloney ordered sharply and, slowly, I did 
while they pressed another button on their controllers.

"Now," Kent said, a slight smile on her red lips. "Touch your cock." I moved 
my hand towards my cock and when my hand approached my groin, the pain 
returned. "Aggh!" I cried out. I jerked my hand away and the pain ceased.

"Good," Maloney smiled. "It works. You can't touch your cock without the 
controls being altered. Have to stop you playing with yourself, now!. If you 
behave, we may let you have a treat every now and again." They laughed and I 
blushed. I couldn't even hold my own cock.

"Please Madam," I asked. "My ear. What did the doctor do to me?"

"Just a capsule that drips chemical into your system to make you docile. 
That's all," Kent explained dismissively. "Officer Maloney, please show him 
the bathroom where he can shave. The regulations here stipulate you must 
shave every day. Face, head and groin. Understand?"

"Yes Madam." I said, resigned to my new life, though I didn't understand 
just how I was going to shave my groin with the wristlets operating.

The bathroom was small, shower, basin and toilet. Maloney watched me as I 
shaved my face with the electric shaver connected to the wall, smiling as I 
warily kept my hands away from my waist. The gold ring around the top of my 
ball sac was not uncomfortable but I could feel it, especially when my balls 
tightened against my body.

My dark hair had always been one of my best features, now it was gone and 
all I had left was a shining pink dome. I felt ridiculous and humiliated.

Maloney showed me to a small room with a bunk and told me to wait. The 
camera high on the wall blinked at me and I knew they were watching me and 
any attempt to escape of infringe any of the prison regulations would result 
in the gold ball ring being used. I didn't want that pain again.

I sat on the bunk and, a few moments later, a black woman in a grey smock 
entered, carrying a tray with food on it. I leapt to my feet and blushed as 
she looked me up and down, a broad smile on her face.

"You look like a big baby. Cute." I couldn't hide my genitals as I couldn't 
move my hands in front of my groin without pain so I had to stand fully 
exposed. "I'm Sammie. Here's your food. You're not allowed any knives or 
forks so you have to use your hands." She was a smallish woman, short curly 
black hair and a wide smile.

I ate hungrily while she watched. When I finished, she told me to stand up 
and she bent over to look at my balls. "There it is," she said, looking at 
the gold ring. "A handy little thing. Keeps a man in check." Sammie laughed 
and her fingers brushed my cock. "Must be difficult for you not to be able 
to touch this little thing." Her fingers ran along my cock and I was hard in 
a second. "Would you like me to give you a quick hand job?" she teased, 
fingers lightly tickling my balls as she looked into my eyes.

"Yes, please Madam," I mumbled. Sammie laughed loudly, her fingers dropping 
away and leaving me with a throbbing hard cock.

"I'm not a Madam. Do I look like one of those bitches in white?"  She looked 
down at my twitching cock. "You white guys have got small ones, haven't 
you." Sammie picked up the tray and walked out, leaving me frustrated and 
hard.

I was still hard when Kent stood in the doorway. "Follow me," she said, 
smiling at my hard cock. I watched her ass move in her white uniform and her 
legs as she walked.

We entered a room with a large television and a row of chairs in front of 
hit. "Sit there," Kent pointed at the chairs so I sat down, carefully 
keeping my hands on the arm rests. Maloney walked in and perched on a chair, 
legs crossed and one shoe dangling from her foot. The sheer black nylon 
gleamed in the light.

"Dialling in now," Kent said from behind me and the screen flickered on. I 
noticed a small camera on top of the TV moved to look at me.

The screen burst into life and I gasped in shock. Verity sat at her desk, 
smiling at me. Her long red hair touched the shoulders of the white silk 
blouse she was wearing.

"Hello, Jerry darling," she purred. "Lovely to see you."

"Verity!" I exclaimed, shocked and humiliated at her seeing me like this.

Maloney leaned forward, finger menacingly on the controller on her belt. 
"You will refer to Miss Langton as Mistress."

"I like that," Verity smiled. "Mistress. Say it, Jerry," she said, her voice 
harder.

"Mistress," I mumbled and she laughed softly.

"Wonderful. It's Mistress, Jerry because I own you. I can do what I like 
with you. Do you like the modifications so far?" I blushed furiously and 
Verity laughed loudly. "I love the bald head. It's fantastic. I've enjoyed 
watching all the tapes."

"Mistress," I said softly, tears pricking my eyes. "Why?"

"Because I can, darling. The advantages of money. You fucked around on me 
once too often and nobody does that to Verity Langton! I was just going to 
have you killed but Marilyn Rome had some suggestions." Verity laughed. 
"Suggestions I liked."

Verity spun in her office chair and lit a cigarette, the city skyline 
silhouetted behind her. "It was beautifully planned, Jerry. Cost me a lot 
but it was worth it. None of it was real, not even my vacation, 
unfortunately. No police, no court. You've been taken for a ride. And I'm 
the one driving!" She laughed again.

"You've probably guessed you're not in prison. You're in one of my 
facilities where your behaviours will be modified. I believe there's been 
some changes all ready," she smirked. "Show me, Jenny," Verity said.

"Kneel," Maloney said, pointing at the floor in front of her dangling shoe. 
I looked up at her, keeping my hands behind my back.

"Gorgeous," came Verity's comment from the screen.

"Kiss my feet," Jenny commanded and I leaned forward, my lips kissing the 
shiny leather. Behind me, I heard Verity's laughter and a wave of 
humiliation swept over me.

"Show me the ring," Verity said.

"Turn around," Jenny ordered and I did, exposing my naked crotch to the 
camera.

"Yes," Verity laughed. "I see it. So naked and smooth now, Jerry. More like 
a baby than a man." Her eyes narrowed. "Demonstrate the ring, Jenny.

I looked at her in horror, trying to form words of protest when the pain hit 
my balls. "Aagghhh!!" I screamed, rolling on the floor.

Finally, it stopped and I lay panting on the floor, tears streaming from my 
eyes.

"Sensational," Verity chortled. "Fantastic. I can't wait to get my hands on 
that." A shiver ran through me at those words.

"Jerry darling," Verity said. "Keel in front of me." Scrambling onto my 
knees quickly in case they used the controller again, I looked into the 
image of Verity's hard eyes.  "I may let you out of there soon. Maybe not. 
I've ordered more modifications from Marilyn and I can't wait to see them." 
Her eyes glinted as she stared down at me. "I haven't decided whether to 
have you castrated yet or not." She laughed when she saw the look of fear on 
my face. "You'll just have to wait." Her image flicked a switch and the 
screen darkened.

"On your feet, " Kent said. "Time for your exercise program."

The day ended early with me collapsing on my bunk after a meagre meal and 
exhausted from the long hours of exercising. At least they had turned the 
controller off so I could move my hands freely while I exercised.

Verity was a tough minded person, a self-made billionaire that cared little 
for people, especially those who had the temerity to oppose her.
Now, she had me where she wanted and I knew she was capable of anything. I 
felt very afraid.
End Day Four
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