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    Sick with mounting fear, Mel turned and laid herself across the couch on her back so that her head went between the jaws of the vice, which Bradawl screwed tight. A thick rubber bit attached to the vice plates replaced her ball gag. With her tongue Mel could feel deep tooth marks indenting the rubber. Heavy straps went across her chest above and below her breasts, and her hips. Freeing her wrists he pulled her arms down to her sides and strapped them at the wrists and elbows. Bradawl spread her legs wide and slid them into the moulded knee and calf supports, securing them with straps across her thighs and ankles. Now her legs were drawn up and bent with her thighs wide open, showing her most intimate private parts. Except that she had no “private parts” now, she realised. Her body was open for all to see…and worse.
    With her feet hanging in air out of the ends of the stirrups and her sex gaping wide Bradawl measured her feet. From a cupboard he brought out a pair of white ankle socks and simple black school-style shoes with single straps and low square heels. When he was sure of the fit he used a hammer and punches to stamp her part name and number into the straps.
    ‘You are responsible for keeping them clean and polished,’ Bradawl told her.
    With her feet so modestly covered the rest of her looked even more exposed. Bradawl then set to work removing her pubic hair, clipping her honey-tinted bush short with scissors and then applying hot wax strips that he ripped off her mound, pulling out her stubble by the roots and making her yelp and clamp down on her bit. He finished the procedure by applying a cream that stung horribly.
    ‘That’ll inhibit any regrowth for a couple of months,’ Bradawl said. ‘Meanwhile you’ll stay smooth as a peach.’
    Mel blinked back tears. Her bare vulva now felt doubly naked and exposed.
    He swabbed down her forehead and newly depilated sex with more sprit, then carefully applied the second smaller bowed type block he had prepared to her forehead. The third, with the name set above the number, he pressed to the mound of her pubes above the apex of her cleft. In a hand mirror he showed her the results. Mel shuddered. She now had an identification mark where she had previously had pubic hair. Anybody looking her in the face could see her new name and number printed neatly across her forehead.
    ‘You’re beginning to look like a proper flesh cog, 157,’ Bradawl assured her, patting her head as you would a dog. ‘Now we’ve got to get a bit of iron into you. These will help you function more efficiently with any machine you are assigned to operate.’
    He brought over a tray of equipment and set it on a stand by the couch. Mel swivelled her eyes round as far as her head clamp would allow and saw an array of small shiny steel devices, some with clamps and some with needle tips of different shapes and sizes, together with plastic ampoules, cotton swabs and four shining silver rings. She began to whimper and strain at her straps.
    ‘Hold still, 157,’ Bradawl told her sternly. ‘You don’t want to make a mess of this, do you?’
    Mel froze in horror.
    He used disinfectant swabs to clean her nipples and pubic lips and then clamped a tong-like device to her right nipple. Its jaws had aligned slots in their centres. Under its pressure her nipple started to go numb. Bradawl smiled down at her frightened face.
    ‘I’ll fit you with standard labial and nipple locks to start with,’ he said, holding up a slender padlock with ring-like hoop. ‘They work on a common key. That way they can easily be swapped for other fittings as required.’
    He took up a thick short needle on a handle with a guide flange that engaged with the jaws of the clamp. The needle was coated in a fine translucent film.
    ‘Years ago we had to wait a couple of weeks for piercings to heal before we fitted full-sized rings. Now the bodkins leave bioplastic sheathes coated with local anaesthetic