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This is story is fantasy and is only intended as such. It is writen to
be read by adults that can tell the difference between fantasy and
reality.  

REBECCA MINE

REBECCA IS CHANGED (Chapter 6)
"You probably don't want me to remove the clit hood but don't forget
that your wants don't mater any more. I want to see your clit at any
time especially when I'm whipping that funky crack of yours. It'll also
let everyone around see just how aroused you are sexually at any time.
Since I can't think of any good reason to keep it I'm going to cut it
off"
With Rebecca's latest contribution to the excrement on the floor the
dungeon seem a particularly un-sterile place to operate, but for what
was being done Mrs. Jones had all the bases covered. There would be no
infections from the surgery thanks to her special antiseptic. In a
couple of days the wounds will be sufficiently sealed that infection
through the skin would be unlikely. In the meantime they would be kept
sterile one way or another. 
Rebecca had learned about female circumcision during current events
class in school. What she learned about what was happening to women in
many African countries had been shocking and repulsive. She had learned
about how badly these women were mutilated in the name of traditions. It
had been the most shocking and disgusting thing she had ever read about
and she had been so relieved that she lived in a civilized country where
these things didn't happen...
"Don't worry, I'm not going to cut off anything that you really need.
Those little flaps of skin don't do anything but reduce the sensations
that your clitoris gets to feel. I'm sure you'll notice it a lot more
when the hood has been removed. This way it'll stick out a lot more
prominently and there'll be less time wasted looking for it. I see that
a little chunk of skin was ripped off the left half of the hood by the
whip… next time that'll come right off your clit."
Mrs. Jones had already marked Rebecca's clit hood, with the same felt
tip pen she had used to mark the enter and exit points for the piercing
needle when she was doing the cunt lips. She knew that without going to
great lengths to hold Beck in place, cutting of the lips with scissors
or a scalpel would be too difficult with all the thrashing around she
expected, so she would use another tool. She had found a pair of cutting
pliers with an upper and lower blade going a full inch and a half in
width right across the front of the pliers. Mrs. Jones would hold the
jaws open while she positioned the little flap of skin covering
Rebecca's clit, then when it were positioned exactly where she wanted
she would just give the handle a good squeeze and cut off the entire
length of skin in one instant, then repeat the process on the other
side.  She would then give her a little time to settle down before
applying the Vaseline gauze to the wound.  Mrs. Jones imagined it could
get quite messy before the bleeding was stopped
"You probably aren't thinking straight right now but when you are you'll
realize just how much you were missing because your little clitty was
covered up. Now just try and relax, the actual removal will only take a
split second for each side. I have just the right tool for the job."
Mrs. Jones again squatted down in front of Rebecca's face and showed her
the broad cutting pliers. She was careful not to contaminate the sterile
surface.
To Becky the pliers was the most horrible tool she had ever seen. She
saw how the wide jaw on the nose would cut off a long length at one time
and she knew that it was about to be used on her cunt. Her bladder
contracted violently when she felt her mother's fingers pull away the
bit of clit hood on her left side. Nothing came out but her bladder went
into spasm shooting violent stabs of pain through her belly. A Folly
Catheter had been pushed in through her urethra and into her bladder
while Becky was passed out. Her urine would be controlled for at least
as long as it took for her cunt to heal, at which time conditions would
get considerably less sterile. 
Mrs. Jones felt a rush of excitement up her slender spine as she
carefully positioned the jaws along the lines that had been previously
drawn. This was going to be her first act of real ownership of the body
suspended in front of her. She was going to make her first permanent
alteration purely for her own pleasure while knowing, and enjoying, the
fact that she knew Rebecca dreaded it. Wanting to get things just right
she took her time setting up the cut.
The sensation of feeling the cold pliers touch her hot skin Rebecca felt
abject terror. It was now just a question of when part of her womanhood
was going to be cut off and what might come off next. Her mother was
insane and could now be counted on to do anything imaginable She surely
could cut off more then just her clit hood. This had to be hell.
She felt pressure for a fraction of a second before her cunt erupted in
fresh pain as Mrs. Jones squeezed the pliers handle and permanently
removed a small part of her daughters body. Rebecca was marked for life. 
Rebecca tried to scream past the ball gag but the gag did it's job
stifling most of the sound. As her attempts turned frantic Rebecca's
face turned a deep read as she desperately tried to convey her pain to
an uncaring world. Her mother calmly lined up the clit hood cutting
pliers with the marks on the remaining piece of skin on the other side
of her snatch, sniping it off and leaving her sensitive little clit for
the world to see. The job was finished by spraying the open  wounds with
more of the disinfectant mixture and then sealing them with Vaseline
gauze. 
Mrs. Jones noted it was time for some lunch turning out the light and
leaving the basement and Rebecca in total darkness once more.
Rebecca hung in the dark. Her lower legs had grown numb long ago but she
only noticed it now. While the thought of loosing her legs to lack of
circulation scared her it was a bit of a relief that it was one less
pain to deal with. The dark and quiet completely engulfed her like an
all too constricting blanket, choking of her air supply  as it covered
her face.  The absolute reality of the hopelessness of her situation
sunk into her head. She was all alone, hanging by her ankles, knees
forcibly spread apart by a steel bar exposing her naked cunt to anyone
that had an interest in seeing it.  Her hands were cuffed cruelly behind
her back. Secured this way and dangling a foot and a half off of the
floor Rebecca wanted to escape desperately, more then anything else in
the world and she could barely move a single muscle. Her position was
sheer misery. The pain in her hips continued to get worse as did the
pain in her lower back. Her head pounded from the pressure of being hung
upside down. Becky's arms and shoulders ached from being forced to keep
their unnatural position. Mrs. Jones had been right in telling her to
conserve her spit because she felt thirsty already and suspected there
was still a long way to go before she was offered drink. 
By far her worst pain was in her groin. She knew it was mutilated and
could feel every one of the dozen steel rings that were now a permanent
feature of her shaved and clipped pussy. Because she was upside-down the
rings weren't pulling on her lips yet but just lay on top of her crotch.
What would they feel like when she was right side up again? The area all
around the rings burned and pulsed with pain Becky could hardly imagine.
What what it would feel like when gravity pulled the rings down and
stretched those burning lips.   
One thing the dark and silent basement allowed Rebecca to do was to
survey her body for the first time in hours, focusing her mind on her
joints and limbs and seeing if they still worked. Rebecca found her feet
were gone, she couldn't move or feel them Her knees she felt all too
well,  as well as the steel bar spreading them apart. Constant lateral
pressure is not what knees are designed for especially when the weight
of a whole body is pulling the joint apart.  Here pelvis felt as though
it was being split into two but She found that she could still move her
hips despite the pain. Her upper back felt fine, just as her neck did
but Rebecca's shoulders had, had enough of being forced backwards and
twisted by the handcuffs. The young slave could still move her hands but
was almost unable to feel them. 
Rebecca's attention then returned to the part from which she had started
her survey, Her cunt. She pictured in her mind how it must look having
been first whipped and then pierced and cut. All she could picture was a
torn up landscape of skinless red, raw meat with huge rings going
through it. It still burned as though someone were heating it with a
torch. Moving her hips would jostle the rings and restart pain from
spots where it had died down.  Becky imagined how her cunt looked with
the clit hood having been removed. She remembered how after cutting off
the flaps her mother had tossed them to the ground in front of her feet
so that Becky had to see that what had been promised had indeed been
done to her and that her body was now the property of Mrs. Jones.
Despite all the pain wracking her body what sunk her heart the most was
the thought that her body was not her body anymore, that she had no
control over it except to have it do as she was told. Her red and
swollen eyes squeezed out new tears. She wanted to die so this could be
over.
Upstairs Mrs. Jones could hardly control herself as her masturbation
hand, her left, immediately began fingering her own clit first flicking
it up and down and then left to right as an orgasm as large as she had
ever remembered began to build it's way to an inescapable conclusion.
She couldn't believe the energy running through her body and how she
wanted to keep it and hold on to it. If this was how total domination
felt even before intimate sexual contact with her daughter she began to
think that when she got around to that, that her sexual climax could be
fatal. The though brought another big grin to Darcey's face. Despite the
almost irresistible temptation Darcey pulled her hand away from her
hairy crotch so that her excitement could build even more. She would try
and save herself for what she had planned later that day. She felt
confident enough in herself now to put in both of the rings that would
pierce each of Rebecca's nipples and the nose ring which would be the
last to go in. Mrs. Jones thought that the rings she wanted to put in
around the Achilles tendon at her ankles, should wait until she had
recovered from what was being done to her today.   
Rebecca still had to be punished for loosing control of her bowel. It
would be fun and the right thing to do to focus much of the punishment
on her anus for that infraction, and it would be about the only part of
Rebecca's sexual anatomy that was unencumbered with recent alterations
other then the little nicks and bruises left by the whipping. It would
have to be cleaned again. Rebecca had never had an enema. Darcey's face
lit up again at the thought that today she would be working on still
virgin territory. Since she knew that Becky had never had vaginal
intercourse it was a certainty that she had never been fucked up the
rear either. That would change soon. 
Returning her attention to getting some food and settling down a little,
Darcey kicked of her steel tipped mules and proceeded to the kitchen in
her nylon clad feet. The black nail polish could be seen clearly even
through the reinforced toe.  There was some potato salad and shrimp
salad in the fridge so she wouldn't need to waste any time in preparing
food. She got her one cup coffee brewer to make a fresh cup then sat
down on her bare ass, at the table and started on her food. As she ate
Darcey again felt her hand approaching her pussy, touching her tangled
thicket of hair before she noticed and pulled it back again. This was
not easy. A couple of ounces of brandy in her coffee would help settle
her down, and she poured some in from the bottle she had in the kitchen
liqueur cupboard. Just like the night before Darcey Jones noticed her
nakedness. It was a nice feeling, a feeling she wished she would never
loose but being old enough to be Rebecca's mother gave her the knowledge
that after a while the excitement would die off and being naked would
just become a normal feeling. She'd have to add something to it to
recreate the excitement.
After washing off the lunch dishes and putting them away Darcey took a
pee but didn't flush or wipe herself causing a few drops to run down her
stockings, tickling her legs as they rolled down most soaking into the
fabric before reaching her feet. It would be Becky's job soon to clean
up after she visited the toilet, Darcey again smiled at the pleasant
thought of what it would be like to feel her daughters soft tongue on
her privates after going to the bathroom. Earlier in the morning her
bowel had pushed to be evacuated and did the same while she peed but
Mrs. Jones had sufficient control to hold it back. She was saving it for
later. She thought for a minute that maybe she should put on a crotch
rope to make it easier to hold in when she knew it would soon try again.
She was always very regular, 9 AM every day, just as she would get to
her job. Being the only female in the office made the ladies room hers
and hers alone, except for the janitors of course. She chuckled thinking
about how well these people knew her internal goings on. Soon she would
have intimate knowledge of how Becky's insides worked and Becky would
know hers even better.
Downstairs Rebecca was dazzled by the bright light coming on and closed
her eyes. She heard the familiar sound of her mothers mules making their
way down the cellar stairs.  Suddenly with her mind returning to the
present, Rebecca longed for the black and silent world she was in just a
second ago. She was going to get more piercings and knew that they'd
involve at least her nipples, and who knows what else.
"Hope you enjoyed your break, now let's see if I can get you right side
up."
Mrs. Jones retrieved the third spreader bar from the wall where it hung
and locked the heavy leather cuff around one of Rebecca's wrists before
unlocking the handcuffs. 
"Let your arms hang down loose so I can fasten them to this bar." 
After attaching the other wrist Mrs. Jones reached up and pulled down
another chain from a second overhead pulley, that had been fastened to
the ceiling beams, and clipped the snap fastener at the end to an eye
bolt that passed through the center of the bar.   She began pulling up
the spreader bar fastened to her daughters outstretched arms bringing it
up towards the ceiling and forcing her back to arch sharply by the the
time the bar neared the ceiling . 
The rings began pulling on the freshly pierced lips opening up the holes
a little and causing fresh blood to drip from her cunt.  Before lowering
her feet Mrs.. Jones applied a fresh spray of disinfectant and causing a
fresh muffled scream from behind the ball gag. Finally the bar holding
Rebecca's ankles spread was lowered completing her rotation from hanging
upside down from her ankles to right side up from her wrists and
bringing fresh agony to both as her wrists now bore her entire body
weight and the blood flow returned to her feet creating the sensation of
of thousand pins and needles. Throughout the rotation Becky never once
touched the ground. To avoid movement the ends of the ankle spreader
were tied to rings in the floor, holding Rebecca taught as a bowstring.
Her brand new rings dangled freely in the air noticeably stretching the
thin inside lips. 
No longer being upside down was a big relief but the trade off had been
in an increase in the stress on her body. Her wrists hurt terribly
holding the weight of not just her body but the heavy spreader bars and
every breath came only with great effort and stabbing pains in the side
with the cracked ribs. Her crotch hurt a lot more too.  
Mrs. Jones stood in front of her new slave and again surveyed her
merchandise. The welts had shrunk significantly in the hours since she
was whipped but the bruises had grown much darker and wider. She
couldn't resist the temptation of grabbing Beck's swollen nipples
between her thumb and forefinger giving them a hard pinch while twisting
them at the same time. 
Rebecca's eyes bugged out and stared into her mothers face. Since she
was suspended off of the floor their eyes met at the same level… Her
eyes begged for mercy but instead got an angry scowl from her master and
a mind stunning slap" as Mrs. Jones screamed into her face:
"Get your fuken eyes to the floor you stupid shit or do you want me to
rip these out?"
Mrs. Jones returned her right hand to Rebecca's left nipple and then
using every last bit of her strength Mrs. Jones pulled them up with
enough force to tug on Rebecca'' ankle chains. A fury entered into her
demeanor as she started to shake the girl back and fourth by pulling on
her nipples.
"These are my property too…. My property to do with as I please and
right now I'm thinking about ripping one off to help you remember the
rules. Do you think that you need assistance in remembering the rules?"
Mrs. Darcey Jones waited still pulling and twisting her nipples.
"Answer me you little fuck! DO YOU NEED A SPECIAL REMINDER TO REMEMBER
THE RULES?" 
Believing that a special reminder meant having a nipple ripped off
Rebecca shook her head as hard as she could, praying that her answer
would be accepted and her nipples saved.
Suddenly Ms. Jones released the whipped and twisted nipples giving
Rebecca's tits a disdainful push hardly moving the stretched girls body
at all.
"It's just as important that I give these a good scrub too just like
that filthy cunt of yours. No point in risking getting them infected."
The wooden handled scrub brush still lay in the pan of disinfectant were
Darcey had tossed it after scrubbing off much of the slave girls crotch
skin.
Mrs. Jones bent over to pick it up sticking her naked ass up at her
daughter if she were brave enough to move her eyes to see it after the
warning she had just received. 
Getting up she clasped Rebecca's right tit between her thumb and index
finger squeezing it tight from side to side and making the nipple stick
out, perfectly exposed and immobilized just waiting to feel the hard
bristles scrub it raw to prepare it for it's piercing. After a minute of
scrubbing it from side to side Mrs. Jones rotated her grip on the tit
now squeezing from top to bottom and scrubbing the nipple in the other
direction straight across the earlier scrub marks. Maybe because of the
stinging solution saturating the brush Rebecca screamed until she began
to choke on her own saliva running down her open throat. 
Unlike when her cunt was being pierced Rebecca couldn't help but look at
what was being done to what she had always considered her fabulous
breasts. She had been so proud of them ever since they began to bud. For
an instant she remembered how her mother had talked to her glowingly
about how great a pair of tits were for a girl. She remembered how her
mother had massaged them and made them feel good and then so graciously
excused herself from more play by telling her that it was becoming
inappropriate behavior between a mother and a daughter of her age and so
she would have to hold and massage her tits herself from then on. Her
mother had made her very proud of her assets while other girls her age
were uncomfortable and awkward.  Rebecca wondered why she had done that
but couldn't take much time wondering because of the activity ot
scrubbing her nipples with the coarse brush hurt too much to focus on
anything else but getting away from the pain. Her wrists and ankles were
rubbed raw from twisting and bucking just to get a few inches of
movement and and a moment with no pain if she succeeded in pulling away
from the brush. Mrs. Jones squeezed the virgin milk sacs hard enough to
prevent their escape.   When drops of blood seeped out of the tortured
flesh she began to think that her nipples would actually be removed by
the brushes. That would not be Mrs. Jones intent since Rebecca would be
a far more valuable commodity intact
Covered in antiseptic liquid all the tools that were needed to pierce
Beck's nipples lay in the pan by Mistress's feet.  It was were her
victim would see them best and know what was coming up to greet her
tortured breasts. This time Rebecca got a good view of not only the
piercing clamp itself but it's application to her left nipple. With her
left hand her mother garbed and stretched out the nipple between thumb
and forefinger While with her right she spread the jaws of the pliers
wide as she garbed onto the breast itself. The jaw closed down well
beyond the edge of the areola on the breast itself, viciously pinching
the entire width of the delicate region and sending Rebecca howling in
pain, screaming, trying to project the sound around the ball gag that
was breaking her jaw. When they locked on Mrs. Jones casually let it
drop stretching the nipple and getting an even more lively scream. Mrs.
Jones had clamped the nipple from side to side rather then top to bottom
so that when she pierced the nipple the needle would go from Rebecca's
left to her right.  The same 2" 6 gauge ring went through the breast as
now hung down from her cunt.  Because of the large size of the cunt
rings and their small separation from each other, they could be heard
clicking against each other every time Rebecca moved. 
"I don't know why I'm telling you this but the reason for where I'm
putting the first rings in your tits is because a thick ring through
this tissue can bear a tremendous weight before there is a danger of it
ripping out. Later on In your training you'll see how they can even be
used for pulling a carriage. Indoors they can carry pails of water or
hold up a serving tray, freeing your hands. The holes though the nipples
themselves will be a bit smaller."
The piercing of the right breast was worse then the left because now
Rebecca knew what to expect and new she was powerless to do anything
about it. 
"Since your still growing I would think that your tits will adapt quite
well to the the regimen they'll be put through." 
After the piercing the other areola Mrs. Jones doubted that Rebecca was
coherent enough to understand what she was saying but talking out loud
helped clarify things in her own mind so she continued to do so.
"The holes through your nipples will serve more as a way of controlling
you then as something to carry weight, but first they'll be used as an
attachment point for the nipple stretchers I've bought for them. I'm
going to make them nice and long, maybe a couple of inches or more."
After getting a substantially narrower piercing needle from the tray, 10
gauge, Mrs.' Jones grabbed the very tip of Beck's left nipple with her 
finger nails and pulled out as far as she could without having it slip
out of her grasp. She then forced through the needle as close to her
finger tips as she could. What followed behind the needle was a short
but stout stainless steel barbell, locked in place by a screw in ball on
either side. The nipple stretcher would push against this barbell once
the hole had healed up.
There was still one more piercing to be done before the days body
modifications were complete. One more heavy ring would be fitted through
the septum of Rebecca's nose. Before doing that however Rebecca was
given a dose of the smelling salts to make sure she was alert, her
mother holding the salts under Rebecca's nose till she was sure by her
reaction that Rebecca was as alert as could be. She missed having hair
to grab onto when needing to control her daughters head.
"Just one more ring to go in today honey, it's the one that I think is
most symbolic of your new life. This bright red one is going to go in
your nose and tell anyone seeing it that your are no more then a piece
of livestock."
Becky looked down at the ring In her mothers hand. It was a bit thinner
then the ones in her cunt but looked just as big around. It would hang
below her lips for sure, and get in the way of everything. The
brightness of the color would make it the first thing anyone would see.
They wouldn't see her face anymore but only that horrid ring. It too was
made of 2 parts that once pushed together could not be taken apart
again. 
Mrs. Jones picked up a new tool that she hadn't used before. It was a
hole punch used normally to make holes through leather by punching out a
small circle of material. This would form a hole that would not close up
and give the ring enough play that it could swing freely in the hole.
This was a necessary if the septum was to heal properly and still allow
the ring to swing out of the way when Rebecca bent her head down to eat
or when a phallus was to go into her mouth. 
"I'm not going to secure your head because with this thing it will only
take a second to make the hole. Try to hold still."
Although as small as this type of hole punch was available, it was still
very snug inside Rebecca's nostrils and took some manipulation before
being positioned where Mrs. Jones wanted it. Once in place, a quick,
hard squeeze on the handle changed Rebecca's nose forever. As the tool
was pulled out a little plug of Rebecca's septum fell out with it. Blood
dripped out the nose with some drops rolling off of Rebecca's tits
before reaching the floor. Mrs. Jones pushed Rebecca's head back so she
could insert the ring.  The width of the ring caused both the right and
left side of the nose to be pushed up slightly and with both halves
fitted together the nose ring did indeed hang below the lower lip. Mrs.
Jones then lifted the ring so that the top now rested between her
eyebrows, and packed the nose with cotton to stop the bleeding. The
cotton was in tight enough to keep the ring in it's new position, and
out of the way of her mouth. 
"That's it for today's body modifications. Now you can rest while mommy
goes to work getting rid of all your possessions. I've got a man from
the Good Will coming to pick everything up including your bedroom
furniture so I will have to keep you gagged just in case you try to do
anything stupid. I expect you to stay perfectly quiet while I'm not here
and if you don't I'll make sure that what you've gone through  today
will seem like a Hawaiian vacation. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD!!?"
Rebecca nodded her head.
"And don't think I've forgotten about punishing you for shitting without
being told to. You'll receive that when I'm done upstairs."
Mrs. Jones then lowered Rebecca enough so her toes could touch the floor
and left the basement, turning off the light as she left.

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