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opened once more and Bradawl emerged. He was now in rolled shirtsleeves and wearing a red rubberised apron and was leading Cam on a leash behind him. She was red-eyed, trembling and walked awkwardly. As he hooked the end of her leash back up and she lifted her head Mel gulped as she saw what he had done to her.
    The least of it was the schoolgirl flat black shoes and white ankle socks she now wore and the pink and grey-striped tie that hung between her breasts. Then there were the heavy metal cuffs encircling her wrists and ankles and the metal collar with inset tether rings locked about her neck. Where she had a label stuck on her forehead “CAM 031” was now stamped in bold black type directly onto her skin. The same characters were also emblazoned across the upper slopes of her buttocks above their cleavage and on her pubic mound just above the apex of her cleft. All her pubic hair had been neatly shaven off. Worst of all, however, were the large silver rings that now deeply pierced both her brown nipples and both pairs of her labial lips.
    When Bradawl had said he’d put iron into Cam he’d meant it literally…
    ‘Why, she looks beautiful, Headmaster,’ Miss Trunnion exclaimed, even as Bolt growled in rage beside Mel.
    ‘Yes, she does,’ Bradawl agreed. ‘Now who’s next?’
    As Mel gazed into Cam’s dazed and pain-filled eyes, Miss Trunnion unhooked her leash and handed it to Bradawl.
     
    The Preparation Room was lit by more barred pebble-glass windows and lined with white tiles, cupboards and glass cabinets filled with many different boxes and jars and unidentifiable glittering devices, and a small workbench. In the centre of the room was a large black vinyl medical examination couch fitted with gynaecological stirrups. What made Mel shiver was the sight of the many thick restraining straps dangling from its sides.
    Bradawl shut the door and looked Mel in the eye with a masterful gaze. ‘Are you going to give me any trouble?’
    Mel shook her head. At that moment she was too dazed to think about resisting.
    ‘Good. It’s not a sign of weakness to accept the inevitable and surrender yourself to your fate with dignity, you know, though I suspect Bolt 184 would disagree. Now let’s have a proper look at you…’
    He lifted her chin. ‘A nice fresh-looking little cog,’ he observed. He cupped and squeezed Mel’s breasts casually, making her wince. ‘A fine pair of breasts with good, thick, hard nipples. Don’t worry, girl, that’s perfectly natural.’ He squatted down and fingered her pubes, making Mel shudder. ‘Full, thick and pliant labia with plenty of flesh to hold a ring firm.’
    Mel had hung her head in shame as they examined her, blinking tears from her eyes. He was handling her as if she was a dumb animal in an auction
    ‘There will be some pain. Do you need to pee first?’
    She shook her head.
    ‘Right, bend her over the couch so I can stamp your haunches…’
    Trembling, Mel forward over foot of the couch between the spread stirrup frames and lay face down fearful and shivering. She could smell female scent impregnating the vinyl. How many more girls had lain here before her? She twisted her head round. Bradawl was fitting large rubber type letters into a set of three different sized holders. They all read “SPRING 157” in reverse.
    Bradawl swabbed a strip of skin across the top of her haunches just above the cleft of her buttocks with some sort of spirit that left it cool and dry. Then he inked and pressed the largest of the printing blocks against her. Mel flinched but she felt only the cool firm pressure of the stamp.
    ‘This is indelible ink, 157,’ Bradawl explained. ‘I’ll retouch it every month or so.’ He pulled the block away and examined the result. ‘A neat impression. Anybody using your rear can read that when they have you.’
    He used an electric hairdryer to dry the mark to prevent smudging. Then he said: ‘Right, let’s get you strapped down