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Chapter 9 – Fire Siren
"I'll do anything you want! Anything!"
Naked and helpless in the dentist's chair, slender arms taped to the armrests and slim ankles taped to the footrest, her small breasts bounced as Jennifer writhed frantically. Pablo grabbed her by the hair and jerked her forward, holding her bent over with one hand as he carefully poured the gasoline onto her hair with the other. He put down the gas can and lovingly worked the gas in with both hands. Not quite satisfied, he poured on some more, taking his time, repeating the process over and over until he had made sure that each hair was soaked with gas from the root to the tip. The strong reek of petrol filled the small room.
"No, please! I'll do anything!"
Pablo grinned playfully he flicked on his lighter and began slowly moving it towards her face.
"Then hold still while I light up your hair."
"No! Please! Fuck me! I've got a nice tight cunt. I thought you liked those cunt rings."
Pablo looked thoughtfully at her crotch, halting the progress of his flickering lighter. He rested a hand on her neatly shaven mons veneris. Invitingly, Jennifer opened her legs wide. He tugged tentatively at the small silver rings piercing her labia.
"Why don't you have a clit ring?"
Jennifer licked her lips nervously at this horrifying concept. She gasped and smiled weakly as he painfully wormed a couple of fingers into her dry cunt.
"You don't seem too eager. You're dry as a bone, too dry for my bone!"
"Well, uh, how about a BJ? I give great head!"
"Really? I bet I can tweak up your performance!"
He touched the lighter to her hair.
Jennifer's bare body bucked wildly, screeching like a madwoman as her hair whooshed into flame. She bobbed and weaved, her naked buttocks bouncing on the seat as her head turned into a bright crackling torch. Pablo watched patiently until all her head hair was burnt away, and then calmly tossed a wet towel over it, smothering the flames.
She stared at him wild-eyed, her sweat-slick torso heaving, her head glowing a bright, bright red where her hair used to be. She shrieked in pain as he ran his hands over the hot sensitive surface.
"Now you're nice and smooth, bald as a billiard ball, no eyebrows, no eyelashes."
He held up a mirror so that she could see the unfamiliar denuded, red, swollen face staring back at her. Deeply in shock, she had the absurd thought that her burgundy highlights had just been turned into a complete waste of money.
"Maybe I should start up my own hair salon to handle snotty little bitches like you. I could call it 'Hot Heads'."
He grinned at her.
"Since you volunteered, I'm going to make you queen of the BJ. Of course, if you want to deliver the perfect knob job, those teeth have to go."
Jennifer tugged futilely at the tape holding her wrists and ankles, trying to arch her nakedness up and out of the chair over the back. Pablo pushed down on her shoulders, forcing her back in place. As her bare buttocks kissed the leather seat once more, he immobilized her head, taping it firmly to the headrest. He adjusted the bright light so that it was close to her face and shining painfully into her red-rimmed eyes. He worked a bony knuckle into her eye socket and twisted painfully. Involuntarily, her mouth gaped open and he gripped a front tooth hard with the pliers and jerked it out.
Once the first gap in her teeth had been created, she could no longer keep the pliers out by clamping her jaw shut. Frustratingly, the growing gap allowed them in to do their brutal, bloody work, time after time.
She fainted repeatedly while he worked, urine spurting from between her legs, shitting herself messily as she squirmed and writhed, her bare body bucking and heaving helplessly in the chair. Snot dribbled in long sticky strings from her nose onto her bobbing breasts, mixing with her tears as Jennifer sobbed and bawled brokenly.
At last he was done. He untaped her head. Her lips were badly swollen and her eye was rapidly swelling shut into a beautiful shiner. Her bare bum slithered in her own slime on the chair seat. She stank of blood, sweat, piss and feculence. Without her teeth, Jennifer would forever be forced to speak like an elderly retard. She wailed in misery.
"You bazdhard! Why bid you do zsis do me?"
He looked at her with wide-eyed innocence.
"Well, jeez, Chiquita, you said that you would do anything for me!"
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