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The Exhibition of Modified Women, Pt 3 - "Amber"
by Benfan
The exhibitor gladly poured two more bourbons over fresh ice and the men shared a friendly toast.
"I agree Missy makes quite a sight with your addition to her makeup," the psychiatrist said, as he watched Mark's seed ooze down the face of the adorable zombie. "But I prefer to keep the room tidy." He took a cell phone out of his pocket and dialed a number. "Yes, I need cleanup again in 6-Charlie. No, just the carpet this time. A small area, one cleaner should be fine. OK, thanks." He closed the phone. "Should just be a few minutes."
"So tell me," Mark asked, looking at Missy's remote. "How do you program an extended routine? You can demonstrate yourself, of course. You've been very hospitable but I don't want to monopolize your little toy!"
"Actually, aside from what was necessary during her training, I don't make use of Missy myself. She was remade to suit my father's tastes, not mine. And, call me old fashioned but I still think of her as my father's wife."
"Well if that's the case," Mark answered, "I'm very impressed with her and wonder if you might consider a trade, or perhaps an outright purchase."
"Thank you, that's a real compliment, but I think I'll keep her. I do enjoy very much watching Missy perform for strangers, which is why I was glad to have the opportunity to bring her to the Expo. She gets plenty of exercise, too: at home she spends several nights a week at the glory holes of the local S&M clubs. I stand at a discrete distance, using the remote, and the patrons all believe she's a consensual submissive. She's become quite popular. For my own needs, I've begun to apply the lessons learned in Missy's transformation to my ex-wife Amber."
"Really? Did you bring her along as well?"
"No, I'm attempting a different and in some ways more ambitious behavior modification program for Amber, and she's at a delicate stage. It might set her training back to leave the clinic at this point. Right now she's resting - uncomfortably - in a sensory deprivation tank, viewing some educational videos and undergoing automated pain/pleasure conditioning. I have some images, though." The shrink set down his bourbon and removed a tablet PC from the bar cabinet, placing it on the top counter.
At that moment there was a chime at the door and Missy's trainer moved to open it. At first it appeared to Mark, as he looked toward the door over one of the high backed leather chairs, that no one was there. But then he heard a thump-thump-thump and in a moment the carpet cleaner scurried past his feet, sniffing and seeking for filth.
Covered in black latex except for eyes, nostrils, mouth and hanging tits, she moved on all fours. To say "hands and knees" would be incorrect, since her limbs had been amputated at elbow and knee. The ends of her truncated appendages were covered by padded rubber caps, which made the thumping sound as she moved purposefully about. A toaster-sized mechanical unit was strapped to the small of her back, with a ribbed hose extending from it and down between her butt cheeks where it disappeared into her rectum. Her mouth was propped open in an "O" and a ring of white bristles protruded from it, extending just past her red lips.
In a moment the efficient cleaner located the small slick of jism, and lowered her mouth to it. An LED lit up on the power unit and the woosh! of a vacuum was heard, as most of the little puddle was sucked down the cleaner's throat. She advanced a few inches and splayed her half-arms, flattening her full bosom over the spill. Pumping her tits up and down on the carpet, she squirted a cleaning solution from her nipples onto the stain. Moving back again, she lowered her face and this time two LEDs lit up, as the vacuum action was joined by the spinning of the mouth-brush. She repeated the squirt-and-suck routine twice before the cleanup was complete. As she scurried toward the door again, Mark noticed that her latex covered tummy hung a bit lower than it had when she'd entered.
Closing the door behind the carpet cleaner, the shrink returned to the small bar and the tablet PC. "Let's have a look at Amber, then....that is, of course, if you're interested?"
"Very much so!"
"Good... We'd been divorced for 4 years before my father's stroke, and she had moved out of the country, but it was easy enough to find her by following my money. She'd set up house down on the Mexican Riviera, which actually worked out well for me since the disappearance of single women doesn't attract as much attention down there as in the States. She'd expatriated as a First Class passenger, but returned home as cargo. After reacquainting myself with her, I began her makeover by sending her to the clinic of a doctor I'd met through the Society."
"How did you become aware of the Society, then?" Mark asked, suspecting the answer.
"Ah. Well, shortly after Missy's surgeries, I was visited by the doctor who had performed most of her cosmetic procedures. He asked if Missy was pleased with the results, then whether I was. He was friendly but his questions were probing. When he said he had some questions about the consent forms, I feared the jig was up - he must realize that Missy had been an unwilling patient and might have come to turn me over to the law, or more likely attempt to blackmail me. My thoughts turned to the gun I keep in my desk, as I kept deflecting his questions. To my surprise when his interview ended he invited me to a party, at a secluded private estate. As a member yourself I think you know the kind of party I'm talking about." Mark nodded, smiling.
"After proving my character in front of many witnesses there, I was invited some weeks later to interview for Society membership. Within a few weeks, even as I was planning Amber's return, I made the acquaintance of several experts who could help me with her transformation. I learned that cosmetic surgeons are well represented among Society members. In exchange for their contributions to my projects current and future, I'm using my own expertise to help them with some of their more incorrigible training problems. A fine arrangement, I think."
"Undoubtedly. So, what did you plan for Amber?"
"Well, my plans changed when I learned what was possible through the Society. The cosmetic procedures sanctioned by the medical establishment only scratch the surface of what's possible with modern surgical techniques. I had originally envisioned an outcome not too different from Missy's, but with the resources now available decided to indulge more outrageous fantasies I'd kept secret for many years, believing I was the only man who entertained them."
He tapped a key on the tablet and the slideshow began. Mark bent slightly to the smallish screen. The first image was of a mature but attractive brunette, strapped naked to an unusual, unpadded hospital gurney that had been turned on end to present her for the picture. Her figure was on the meaty side, but still shapely and firm, especially for one who appeared to be in her mid 40s. Clearly, Amber had kept herself up with diet and exercise. Her hips were wide, and her breasts remarkable: full and heavy but very firm and shapely for a woman of her maturity. Her dark shouder length hair was disheveled but rich and thick. Her brown eyes looked wild, and her mouth was open in loud complaint.
"That's a 'before' shot, I take it?"
"Right. The next one is after the first superficial procedures." He tapped the key, and the next image showed his ex-wife in a similar pose, but now she was bald, both above and below. The eyes and brow were furrowed with pain, the mouth still wide open but plugged now by a red ball gag that was strapped tightly across her cheeks. The previously shapely tits were now larger, angry red, and stood out from her chest like inflated balls.
"Amber was always vain about her big, fine tits. As a young women she wore the tight sweaters, as my wife she loved to dress provocatively and flirt with strangers when we went out on the town. Throughout our marriage she slept in a bra to maintain her shape, and while she liked having me suckle her she often complained about being squeezed or pulled. I think fear of losing her figure was one of the reasons she always refused to have children."
"I decided to take advantage of that vanity to help break her will. This was the first step in the breast modification process, as managed by an experienced Society doctor: injection of a little more than 1000cc of a saline/glycerine solution into each breast, to stretch the skin. The saline is slowly absorbed by the body, but after each set of injections the tissues are a little softer, the skin a little looser. We repeated the procedure several times, eventually working up to 3000cc in each breast." The third image showed a somewhat slimmer Amber, no doubt on dietary restrictions. Now her tits were pink, elongated, and drooped almost to her navel.
"Next she was strapped into a tit stretching harness originally developed by the Farrell clinic. At this time we also began her oral modifications." Image 4 showed the helpless Amber strapped into a tight corset that extended from shoulder to groin. Her stretched tits projected through two round holes located at the proper height for breasts, but were then flattened by a series of tight straps that descended the corset's front, until finally bulging out at navel level. The strangled orbs at the bottom of this ladder of pain glowed red. Her mouth was still wide open, but no gag or strap was evident. The lips looked slightly puffy, and her head slumped.
"The behavior modifications don't show up in these stills as well as the physical ones, but throughout this process I had also been working diligently on her conditioning. While I was very happy with the remote control system developed for Missy and am employing that for Amber as well, I'd decided to forego the lobotomy for my ex-wife. I'm attempting to train her to the remote while leaving enough of her personality intact to be recognizable, and enough awareness for her to understand what's happening to her. Her training has been more of a challenge than Missy's was, but we're making good progress. Of course this conditioning is highly experimental, and with her brain intact I'll never be able to trust Amber as completely as I do Missy. So the extensive oral mods you see are necessary, for safety."
A close up of the patient's face, held up by blunt hooks in the nostrils, revealed the oral changes. A shiny steel ring behind her teeth held Amber's mouth at full gape, and was held in place by steel pins fitted into the sockets where four of her teeth had been. All of her teeth had been pulled, and the lips which had appeared puffy in the previous image were now clearly swollen. The next image showed Amber's torso, with the balls of her stretched tits now strapped down to her hip line.
"Lack of trust also indicated further modifications. The next step I think contributed as much to breaking her spirit as did the tit-stretching." This set of images showed the hairless Amber with even fuller, now comically inflated lips, and red tit-balls the size of honeydew melons framing her bald pussy. Her shoulders were wrapped in bandages, and a pair of pale, bloody arms lay on the floor before her gurney. Her eyes which till now had harbored a mix of pain, fear, and anger now gave way to teary despair.
"Here's the most recent set." The bandages were gone, and faint pink scars marked where Amber's arms once had hung. Beneath heavy lids and dark lashes, her brown eyes looked dead as they peered out over a glossy red donut that projected where her mouth had been. Her lips had been pumped so full that they covered the lower part of her face nearly from nose to chin. Her strapped-down tits were volleyball sized, the erect nipples now pointing down below her hairless pussy.
A close up of her throat showed a coin-sized disk of bright steel mesh, like a small locket but without chain or strap to hold it in place. "Having nearly strangled the passive Missy during a deep-throating session, I tested several solutions to the problem of respiration for the oral slave. That small grille protects a micropore air filter implanted in Amber's larynx, which allows her to breathe while her throat massages my penis for periods of several minutes. The modification renders her mute, as well - though her mouth is not much use in forming words anymore, anyway."
High on the disfigured woman's chest an ornament hung on a chain round her neck: a tiny antique bottle carved from natural amber. "That's a nice touch," Mark observed, "more poetic than a simple name badge or tattoo. What's that inside the bottle? One of those fossilized bugs?"
"That," the ex-husband replied with a satisfied grin, "is Amber's clitoris."
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