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She awoke groggily, uncomfortable.� She felt like she had drank too much the night before and woke up too early the next day.� She couldn't see anything.� The room she was in was dark.� She started to move her hand down to her face, only to find that her wrists were bound up over her head.� Her ankles were bound as well, so that her legs were straight out and she was forced to lie on her back.� Something seemed to be stuck down her throat.� She tried to call out, but whatever was in her throat kept her from speaking.� She began to panic.� Where was she?� Her breath came quick.� She started to really strain against her bonds.� Just as she felt self control really start to slip, the lights came on.�
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She blinked and squinted, momentarily blinded by the bright glare.� She was in an off white room, restrained to a cot.� In those first few blind moments, that was all she could determine.� Then a familiar voice spoke.
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"Ah, you're awake!"� he said pleasantly.
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She strained to look towards the direction of the voice, and saw him walking towards her.�
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"I'm sorry about the restraints.� For your own good, I'm afraid," he said has he began undoing her bonds.� "Also the tube in your throat.� Standard procedure I'm afraid when someone's been anesthetized.� Hold still.� This is going to feel a little uncomfortable."� He sat her up and began to pull the tube from her throat, and it was indeed an unpleasant sensation.� A little like vomiting, but not as intense, and with the sense of pulling rather than pushing.� As the tubes came free, she breathed a deep, shuttering breath and her head began to slump forward.� He caught her under the chin with his hand and lifted her face.�
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"Not yet," he said.� "As per our agreement, you are going to learn to follow some rules.� But not quite yet.� Right now I want to show you something.� Don't look around, don't look down.� Simply look in my eyes until I tell you."
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This seemed reasonable enough.� So as he stood and began to lead her off, walking backwards as he did, she complied.� They only went a short distance, just over towards one of the room's walls, before he stepped aside, revealing a full length mirror.� It was only then that it really registered to her that she was completely naked.� Her eyes widened at the sight of herself.�
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The first thing she noticed was her tits.� When she had come to stay here, her tits were a meager A.� A little less, really.� Now, they were a perky C, bruised and red from the recent surgery.� She was so shocked by the sudden and unasked for increase in size, it took her a moment to note a silver glint on each breast.� Her nipples had been pierced!� Each nipple sported a small silver ring.� As she looked further, she noticed a similar glint in her crotch.� Her clit was pierced!� It sported a similar ring.� Subconsciously, her hand started to move towards it.�
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"Ah," he said, "I see you've noticed the piercings.� One in each nipple, and on your clit.� Also, open your mouth."� She was too stunned to do anything but comply.� "A stud through your tongue as well.� I've also had electrolysis done on all of the hair on your body except on the top of your head and your eyelashes."� She blinked at that, and leaded her head slightly forward as she looked more closely at her reflection.� She had been so dumbfounded by the piercings that she hadn't even noticed the lack of hair, most immediately noticeable at her crotch.� Before she had had a thick, dark bush of hair down there.� Now it was completely smooth.� Suddenly, it dawned on her completely what he had said.� Everything but the top of the head and the eyelashes.� That meant.....� Her eyes scanned back up to the reflection of her face.� No eyebrows.� She looked like a freak.� No eyebrows?!� Why would he do that?� It didn't even make sense.� She felt anger rising in her, but she was still so groggy and muddled from the anesthetic that she couldn't get her thoughts together to make a coherent protest.�
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"Come," he said before she could recover, "let's get you settled in the spare room."� Spare room?� Get settled?� She'd been sleeping in that room for a week.� She was so confused and drug addled that all she could manage was an shaken, "Wha....ok" before following him out of the room.�
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He lead her up a flight of stairs and she found herself following him through a door that had until then remained concealed in to what she had thought of as the basement.� He continued to lead her on through the house, finally arriving at a room that had already became familiar to her in the short time of her stay.� The spare bedroom, or at least one of them.� He stopped at the door as she reflexively stepped in a few paces.�
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"I'm going to leave you here to adjust.� Do whatever you like in here today.� Tomorrow, we'll get you started on your new routine."
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She felt there was something ominous to that as he shut the door and she heard the lock click.� He had never locked her in before.� She plopped onto the bed, and looked around the room aimlessly.� Her anger was still there, but dulling a bit.� After all, was it so bad?� She had always been ashamed of her small tits, jealous of girls who had bigger, which was pretty much every girl at her school.� She had to admit that they would look pretty nice once the redness and bruising went down.� She actually wouldn't half mind them a size bigger.� And the rings, she had thought about getting all kinds of piercings once she turned eighteen.� The only thing that she really didn't like was the eyebrows.� There would be no real way to hide those, not on a long term basis.� She could wear sunglasses a lot, but not forever.� Taken altogether, she wasn't sure how to feel.�
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Right then, she just felt so tired, the anesthetic not totally out of her system yet.� And oddly, she felt just the slightest bit horny.� So she laid down with out bothering to look for something to wear, pulled up the covers, and went to sleep.�
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When she woke up she felt much better, though she had no idea how long she had slept.� It was still light outside.� She sat there, looking at the sunlight through the window.� She could get out through that.� Even if it was locked, she could smash it and run.� But run where?� Back home?� To a neighbors house?� She was still naked.� She looked in the dresser draws and in the closet.� All empty.� She could scream for help, but what then?� A screaming naked girl running through the streets?� As she sat there she realized that the sense of arousal that she had noticed just before falling asleep was still there, but stronger.� She supposed that it wouldn't hurt to stay for a little longer and see where all of this was headed.� So the guy was a little kinky.� The arrangement was still essentially the same.� She got a place to stay and he got touching privileges.� If things got too weird she could always run then.� Besides, unlike other times when she had used her body to get what she wanted, this time she had actually enjoyed most of it.�
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She quickly found that there wasn't a lot to do in that room.� There was no TV and nothing to read.� Oddly, there was a well stocked mini-fridge and a working microwave.� Finding that she was ravenous, she fixed herself a microwave dinner, ate it, then heated up another one.� Then she sat there alone with her thoughts.� Naturally, with nothing else to do, she started to explore the new changes to her body.� Her breasts were the largest and most obvious alteration.� She'd always wondered what fake breasts felt like.� As she squeezed her breasts, she found that they felt pretty close to how they had before, albeit much larger.� Her hands moved up to her nipple rings.� She flipped them back and forth a little bit.� She noticed that her nipples were hard.� She pinched and rubbed them a bit, to see how they reacted with the rings through them.� She closed her eyes and moaned a little bit at the sensations this sent shooting through her body.�
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She sat up on the bed, the better to examine her clit ring.� It moved easily as she flipped it back and forth.� Her clit was swollen and hypersensitive as well.� She found her other hand drifting back up to her breast.� She began to rub her breasts and clit, moaning more and more regularly as she did so.� She plunged two fingers into her pussy and found it sopping wet.� Her rubbing became more and more furious as she felt the stirrings of a powerful orgasm building in her.� Soon she was grunting hoarsely as waves of pleasure washed over her, then she collapsed backwards onto the bed.� At last she released, waves of pleasure rippling across her body as she came.�
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She laid there for some time before starting to move again.� There really wasn't anything to do in that tiny room.� She ate again.� In a surprisingly short amount of time, she felt her arousal building again.� She had never felt like this before.� Maybe it was the adventure, or the mystery of it all.� But before she knew it, she was masturbating again.� Eventually, she fell back asleep, but not until she had masturbated no less than four times.� She had never touched herself so much in one day, nor had so many orgasms.� After bringing herself to climax that fourth and final time, she finally drifted in to a deep slumber.�
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