Captive in braces
It was in an old warehouse in the early hours when private investigator Zoë Ashworth had been had taken by surprise. The last thing she could remember was being invited to meet the mystery person, Mr Zed, who was supposed to give her a tip off on the activities of the drugs cartel that she had been investigating. She had arranged to meet Mr Zed in the abandoned warehouse onCostas Street at 2.15am. Just as she was checking her watch she heard a noise from behind her and was about to turn around to discover its source when there was a quick blow to the back of her head. That was the last thing she could remember. When she came to Zoë found herself in a brightly lit cell-like room. It was a very clinical looking room with a clean slate tiled floor and spotless white walls. There were no windows and there was a small hatch in the door where food had been delivered. In the room there was a wooden chair and a single bed, together with a washbasin, toilet and mirror on the wall. Zoë was still dressed in her black leather catsuit with her black leather knee length boots but all her belongings, money, watch, cellular phone, pen, and notebook had disappeared. She had been left in the room for what she estimated to be 2 days with no explanation as to why she was being held captive or by whom. Despite banging repeatedly on the door she had seen no one, or heard from no one. The only noise she heard was when her food was put through the hatch in the door. At the end of the second day she was sleeping when she heard her door being opened. In to her cell walked two middle-aged men in white lab coats flanked on either side by two burly looking security guards who appeared to be holding some kind of electrical stun guns. “Miss Ashworth, I am Dr Begg and I will be preparing you for your stay here. You will not be leaving and shortly you will be serving your new master, the Baron.” “What do mean, where am I?” asked Zoë. “Questions, questions. All in good time my dear they will be answered. But first we must prepare you up for your first appointment tomorrow” said the doctor as he brought a large looking hypodermic needle from the pocket of his coat. “Just a little sedation to help you on your way” Zoë’s eyes widened as she saw the needle, she was about to defend herself when a security guard pointed the stun gun at her. There a flash as a bolt of electricity shot into Zoë’s midriff and she fell to the floor. Before she could recover her sense the doctor had inserted the needle into the back of her hand and she drifted quickly into unconsciousness. When Zoë awoke she found herself strapped to a chair similar to those used by barbers. Her arms were strapped to armrests on the chair with tight brown leather straps and there were other straps around her ankles and another round her neck fixed to the headrest of the chair. She tried to move but found that she was well held by the leather straps. There was a strange taste in her mouth that she could place and it also felt very dry. She had been stripped of her clothing and found herself wearing a black lingerie set with fishnet stockings and suspenders. Her skin all over her body was smooth and fresh smelling and she could tell that she had been washed while she had been unconscious. The thought that someone had touched her without her knowing disgusted her. Her shoulder length honey coloured hair had been tied in a ponytail, keeping her hair away from her face. In the white-tiled room there were various tools and apparatus around the room that gave Zoë cause for concern. Metallic equipment, stainless steel work surfaces, gas canisters, rows of plastic bottles, ceramic basins made the room look like some kind of medical examination room or, more worryingly, like some kind of interrogation room. Zoë heard the sound of a door opening behind her. She tried to look round to see who had entered the room but she was restricted by the strap around her neck. She soon found out that it was the doctor who she had seen briefly yesterday before she was injected. “Right Miss Ashworth, I am going to prepare you to serve the Baron. He has been watching you for a long time and now that you are finally in his possession he wants you prepared to his liking.” “What?!! Who are you and just what am I doing here?” she demanded. “As I said to you yesterday your questions will be answered in good time and just to remind you my name is Dr Begg. Get used to it because you will probably be seeing a lot of me! Now we are going to carry out a little dental treatment on you so I want you to open your pretty mouth nice and wide for me” Zoë looked horrified and naturally refused to open your mouth. “Obviously you are not trained yet so I expected some resistance from you” said the Doctor. “Therefore we will have to force you to open your mouth, in time you will learn to do as you are asked.” With that he produced an electric stun gun from his pocket and shot a bolt of electricity into Zoë’s stomach. She recoiled in pain and let out a loud scream. As she screamed a metal dental mouth spreader was quickly popped into her mouth. She tried to push it out with her tongue but the Doctor held it firm in her mouth. He began turn a screw at the side of the spreader and as he did so its two bars lodged behind her teeth began to move apart opening Zoë’s jaws in the process. She gargled disapprovingly as he continued turned the screw so that her jaws were forced wide apart almost to their limit. With Zoë’s mouth held wide open the Doctor began his examination. He pulled an overhead light towards Zoë and pointed it towards her face before switching it on. Bright light beamed into Zoë’s wide open mouth and her eyes widened when she saw the light thinking that an interrogation was about to start. The Doctor picked up a small metallic probe from a tray next to the chair and began examining the inside of Zoë’s mouth. “Now Miss Ashworth, I have you where I want you and I can perhaps answer some of the many questions that you no doubt have. You have been kidnapped, captured – call it what you will – and brought to the residence of Baron Edgewise. You will meet him in due course. You will probably never leave here; you will not see your friends or family again. The Baron’s residence is located in a remote forest, miles from any civilization and somewhere where you will not be found. Your life from now on will be serving the Baron as one of his slave girls.” Even with her mouth wedged wide open, the concern on Zoë’s face was clearly visible as she tried to comprehend her predicament and what the Doctor was saying. Meanwhile, the Doctor continued his examination at the same time telling Zoë of her fate. “The Baron likes his slave girls prepared in a special way to instil discipline in them and to make sure that he has complete control over them. You will soon be fitted with various adornments and the dental work I will be carrying will be part of that.” Zoë stared at the Doctor with wide frightened eyes. “Oh, you want to know what dental work I will doing in your pretty little mouth. Don’t worry there will be no drilling or pulling of any teeth – no nothing like that. I have carried out a thorough examination and, unlike some of the girls that we get here, your teeth and gums are in a very good state. However, what I will be doing is fitting orthodontic braces to your teeth!!” Zoë looked at the Doctor trying to comprehend what he was telling her. Thoughts were racing through her mind – being kidnapped, a slavegirl, serving some Baron, braces!!? “One of the Baron’s main requirements for all his slavegirls is that they wear braces on their teeth, so what I will be doing to you initially is putting you in braces. They will be no ordinary braces either – they will assist the Baron in keeping you in bondage. You do have a slight overbite so you could benefit from having braces but I will tell you now that these braces are unlikely ever to be removed from your teeth!!” The Doctor wheeled a pedestal of equipment up to the side of the chair. Zoë strained to take a look at what the pedestal contained but the tight leather strap around her neck prevent too much movement of her head and she was unable to see. He picked up a metal pincer-like tool, which Zoë was able to see, and was worried about what the Doctor was going to do with it. He inserted a tiny spring, made of thick stainless steel wire, into the end of the pincers and brought the tool up towards Zoë’s mouth. Zoë protested widely thought the metal gag but all that came out were a series of unintelligible sounds and tried to move her head away but once again found herself held by the straps. The Doctor inserted the tool into Zoë’s mouth and with the spring held between the pincers he started to push it into the gap between her back molars. The space between the molars was tight and he had to use a substantial amount of force to push the spring into position. Once the spring was wedged in place he brought out another tool to tap it further up into the molar gap. Zoë gargled in protest as the Doctor forced the spring into its final position causing her a great deal of discomfort. However, that was just the start of the process and Doctor Begg inserted a total of 16 spacer springs between Zoë’s molars, four on each side of her mouth on both the upper and lower teeth. Between the remainder of her teeth he inserted small rubber ringlets. The process of fitting the spacers between all of Zoë’s teeth took almost an hour and at the end of this time her jaw was aching from being held open by the jaw spreader. The extra high-pressure spacers were already starting to work and her teeth and gums were beginning to feel sore. Doctor Begg examined his work with a dental mirror making sure that all of the spacers were properly wedged in position. Then to Zoë’s surprise he announced that his work was finished. “That’s my work finished Miss Ashworth….” He paused before adding, “Finished for today that is. I have much more work to do on you before you will be ready to serve the Baron.
I will be seeing you again tomorrow when I will be putting you in braces, as well as carrying out a few other procedures. I took some impressions of your teeth when you were unconscious so we will be ready to start first thing in the morning. I will be working with the impressions today to see exactly what we can fit in your pretty little mouth. Make sure you get a good look at your teeth in the mirror in your cell tonight – it will probably be the last time you see them in their natural state before they are encased in metal. Make sure you feel them with your tongue – you may wish to remember the smooth feeling of the enamel because from tomorrow the only thing you will be able to feel on your teeth will be the complex array of brackets, wires, bands, hooks and springs that will make up your braces!!” Once again Zoë tried to protest but all that came out of her still wedged-open mouth was garbled moaning noise. “Oh don’t worry, it won’t hurt much. Besides, by the morning you will be glad to get those spacers taken out. I have put them in to create room between your teeth so that I can fit metal bands to all of your teeth. You must have seen those old braces from the 60s and 70s because that’s what you will be getting!! Anyway, I must be going now, I have another patient to see to. I will see you tomorrow Miss Ashworth …. oh, and don’t be late for your appointment, heh, heh!!” The Doctor left the room closing the door behind him and leaving Zoë still strapped to the chair and her mouth still wedged open with the metal jaw spreader. She desperately wanted to relax her jaw but the spreader was held firmly between her teeth and would not move. She tried to wriggle in the chair testing her bonds but the straps held her firmly and there was no way she was going to be able to wriggle free. The Doctor had been gone for over an hour and just when Zoë was thinking that she had been left in the room two large burly security guards walked into the room. They released her from the chair and then manhandled her back to her cell. The jaw spreader was left in her mouth still preventing her from speaking. She was escorted a short distance from the dental room down a brightly lit white tiled corridor. Like the dental room the corridor looked very clinical and institutionalised, like a cross between a hospital and a prison. There were a number of other cell doors along the corridor but Zoë was hurried along so she was unable to see whether they were occupied. When they reached her cell Zoë was pushed inside and the door was slammed shut. She heard a number of heavy clunks as the door was locked and she found herself locked once again in the cell. The mouth spreader was still in position and the first thing Zoë wanted to do was remove it. She went to the mirror that was fixed to the wall above the washing basin and started looking for the screw to release the spreader. He looked on both sides of the spreader but could find no screw, wingnut or other device that would release it. She started to panic and began to pull at the spreader, desperately trying to wrench it from her mouth but it was held firmly behind her front teeth. She then noticed a small hole on one side of the spreader in the hole was a tiny screw-head into which a screwdriver could be inserted. She figured this was the releasing mechanism and it dawned on her that she would not be able to remove it without a small screwdriver. The metal jaw spreader would stay in her mouth and there was little she could do about it. Zoë looked closer in the mirror looking to see what Doctor Begg had inserted between her teeth and what was now becoming very painful. She spied small pieces of yellow rubber protruding from between her front teeth. She tried picking at one of the rubber spacers with her fingernails but it was wedged tightly between the teeth. She looked past the jaw spreader at her back teeth and noticed the ends of the wire springs sticking out from her molars. Feeling around the inside of her teeth with her tongue she could feel the sharp ends of the wire springs between her molars. Zoë was a confident young lady but for the first time since her abduction she realized the extent of her predicament. She fell on the cell bed and began crying, her sobs distorted by the metal jaw spreader holding her mouth wide open. Zoë spent a very uncomfortable night in her cell. Her jaws were aching very badly from being held open for so long and the spacers between her teeth were doing their job pushing her teeth apart making her gums very sore. At one point food and drink were pushed through the hatch in the door. Her mouth was dry so she was grateful for the drink but they must have realized that she had the jaw spreader in her mouth and were tormenting her by giving her food that she obviously couldn’t eat. After bouts of sobbing and pacing around her cell fruitlessly trying to think of a way out her problem Zoë finally fell asleep around four in the morning as exhaustion took hold and counteracted the pain that had previously prevented her from sleeping. She slept for around two hours but she was suddenly woken by two men coming into her room. It was the same two security guards who escorted her yesterday. She was still in a sleepy daze as they pulled her to her feet and dragged her along the corridor back to the dental room. Doctor Begg was waiting for her, dressed in his white lab coat and white latex gloves he looked ready to begin a medical procedure. “Good morning Miss Ashworth, its so good to see you again. Today will be the first day of your new life, today is the day that you get braced. I am so much looking forward to working on you and putting you in braces. We have a lot to get through so let’s get started shall we?” The security guards escorted Zoë back to the same chair that she had been held in on the previous day.
She was pushed into the chair and the leather straps were pulled around her ankles and arms and buckled tight and found herself in exactly the same position as she had occupied for so long the previous day. The guard then pushed her head to the chair headrest and pulled the restraining strap around her neck. Zoë could feel the strap pushing at her throat and was grateful that the guard did not pull it any tighter. This time a further strap was pulled from the back of the headrest around her forehead and buckled tight. She tried to move her head but with it being strapped to the headrest very little movement was now possible. With Zoë fully secured and at the mercy of Doctor Begg, the security guards left the room leaving the Doctor to get on with his work. Doctor Begg walked over to the chair and looked down at Zoë. He could see her trying to move, testing the straps and trying to wriggle but she was held firm. As he looked over her she looked up at him, a look of anxiety spread over her face. Sitting down at the chair, the Doctor switched on a bright spotlight and pointed it towards Zoë’s face. He was now ready to begin the work of putting Zoë in braces. Leaving the jaw spreader in place he inserted some plastic wedges between Zoë’s back teeth to keep her mouth open once he had removed the spreader. He picked up a small screwdriver and inserted it in the hinge of the jaw spreader. Turning the screwdriver the hinge loosened and he was able to remove the spreader from Zoë’s mouth. Once the spreader was free he inserted a plastic device behind Zoë’s lips to pull them away from her teeth to give him unobstructed access to her mouth. Zoë’s jaws ached from being held open by the spreader for so long but even with it now removed there was no respite as she now found her mouth held open by the wedges between her back teeth. The high force spacers between her teeth had done their job overnight and were causing Zoë’s some acute pain in her gums. She was relieved when the Doctor brought out a small pair of pliers with a pointed end and began to remove the spacers one by one from between her teeth. He had to wiggle the springs free from between her molars but they were much easier to remove than they had been to insert. Once the metal springs had been taken out from between her molars he removed the rubber pieces from the rest of her teeth. With all of the spacers removed there were now small gaps between all of Zoë’s teeth and she was ready to be banded. Doctor Begg removed a white cloth that was draped over a tray to the side of his chair. Zoë desperately wanted to see what was on the tray but her head was held firm. What she couldn’t see was that the tray contained a rack of pliers of different shapes and sizes, various metal probes and other dental tools. However, perhaps the thing that would have caught her eye, if she had been able to see it, were the plaster moulds of her upper and lower teeth. She was oblivious to the fact that Doctor Begg had taken the impressions when she had been unconscious on the previous day. The moulds were placed side by side on the tray and laid out around the arch of each set of teeth were a number of small metal bands. Each band corresponded with a tooth on the plaster models. The Doctor started by drying Zoë’s teeth using a small suction hose to remove the moisture. Her mouth was already dry from being held open for so long and this task was completed very quickly. He picked up the first band and inserted it into Zoë’s mouth. She initially offered some protests with a series of angry grunts but she soon realized that she was in a helpless situation and her protests were futile. The Doctor carefully slipped the band over one of her upper molars. The spacers had created a big enough gap for the band to be easily slipped over the molar. The band was a perfect fit and the Doctor removed it from her mouth. Using a small plastic spatula he scooped some thick resin-like substance from a pot and filled the inside of the band. The band was then reinserted in Zoë’s mouth and over her molar. As it was pushed into position a small amount of excess resin squirted out from under the band. Zoë could feel the resin sucking the metal band to the surface of her tooth. Doctor Begg pushed the band as far as possible with his fingers and then Zoë’s eyes widened in horror as she saw him produce a tiny chisel and hammer. However, with the end of the chisel against the edge of the band he was able to tap it into its final position. Once he was satisfied that the band was seated far enough over the tooth he wiped away the excess resin with a cotton wool swab. And so he went on banding Zoë’s teeth one by one. Most of the bands fitted the teeth perfectly first time but the odd one required some hammering and bending to make it fit over the tooth. Due to their shape the canine teeth were particularly difficult but after 2½ hours every single one of Zoë’s teeth from molars to incisors had been fitted with a thick shiny metal band. Every tooth was now wrapped with irremovable metal. With Zoë’s teeth now in bands, the Doctor admired his work. He leaned in close to take a good look at the newly installed bands making sure that everything was in order. Welded on the front of each band was a thick square metal bracket. Each bracket had a horizontal slot ready to receive the wire that would put the pressure on Zoë’s teeth. Every bracket also had a small vertical piece protruding upwards from its corner. The Doctor inserted his finger into Zoë’s mouth behind the lip-spreader and pulled the corner of her mouth back even further so he could get a good look at the rear molar bands. The bands on the main molars had a long square metal tube welded to the band. Immediately above the tube was a tiny flat metal box-like piece that extended up over the top of the tooth. On each side of the box were a couple of thick metal hooks. Finally, below the square tube was another round slightly larger tube into which headgear bars could be inserted. Each of Zoë’s first molars had a band with this complicated arrangement integrated into it. The Doctor took particular interest in the metal box-like pieces examining them with a pointed dental probe before finally satisfying himself that the molar bands were okay. After checking all of the bands the Doctor removed the wedges and lip spreader from Zoë’s mouth. Zoë was greatly relieved to suddenly gain control of her mouth after having it wedged open for previous 24 hours. She moved her jaw up and down trying to flex the muscles and regain some feeling the jaw joints. She noticed that her jaws felt very heavy but she wasn’t sure this was down to the metal that now adorned her teeth or due to the fact that it had been wedged open for such a long time. Zoë’s mouth was extremely dry and she was grateful for the glass of water that the Doctor gave her, drinking it straight down. “I should warn you Miss Ashworth that we still have much work to do on you today. Please do not attempt to speak otherwise you will be punished” said the Doctor as he pulled an electric probe from his pocket and pointed it towards Zoë. “Please what are you doing to me….?” asked Zoë concern showing in her eyes. “I am warning you now Miss Ashworth do not speak otherwise you will be zapped and believe me it will hurt” he said, again threatening her with the probe. “The first part of your braces are complete but I have much work to do before your mouth is fully braced. These braces are similar to those that your orthodontist would use but I will be adding a few additions that your new master will use to keep you under control.” “Please I beg you, this can’t be happening, what you new mast…..” Zoë was stopped in mid sentence as the Doctor carried out his threat and shot a bolt of electricity into her side. She screamed in agony straining against the bonds that held her to the chair. “I did warn you Miss Ashworth, don’t let me have to do it again.” The pain from the electric shot was intense but mercifully short. She had so many questions but Zoë decided that she would not risk being shot again. Instead she began to feel around her mouth with her tongue. The inside of her mouth no longer felt like her own. On the back of all of her teeth on the inside of her mouth she could feel the smooth metal of the bands that were now wrapped tightly around all of her teeth. As she felt around the inside of her mouth she could feel some flat metal protrusions from the bands on her canine teeth and molars on both the upper and lower jaws. She then ran her tongue around the outside of her teeth and could feel the sharp metal edges of the brackets. Feeling around the outside of her back teeth she could feel the large rough pieces of the arrangement on the molar bands. Before she could explore any further the Doctor sat back down beside her and reinserted the lip spreader forcing her lips apart. "Now if you open your mouth for me I will continue with y "Now if you open your mouth for me I will continue with your braces” Zoë knew what would happen if she resisted and therefore she slowly opened her mouth as instructed. As soon as she did so she found that the Doctor was reinserting the plastic wedges between her back teeth to hold her mouth wide open. He adjusted the overhead spotlight, making sure that it was pointing towards Zoë’s mouth, and was ready to proceed. He picked up a pot of pale yellow liquid with a brush in it. He swirled the brush around in the liquid and then, inserting the brush into Zoë’s mouth, he started scrubbing her upper palate. The bristles on the brush were soft so as not to cause any damage to Zoë’s mouth. Zoë could detect a faint smell and taste of disinfectant. After thoroughly cleaning her upper palate he cleaned the lower palate, cleaning around and under her tongue. When he had finished with the cleaning, the Doctor picked up a small plastic object from the tray and examined it closely. He rotated it in his fingers checking it over for a final time. He then showed it to Zoë so she could see what it was. What she saw was a transparent pink plastic acrylic that was moulded to the exact shape of her upper palate. Embedded in the acrylic plate were four flat pieces of metal. She could also see something that looked like a tiny battery, similar to those used in watches, surrounded by some miniscule electrical wires set into the acrylic. The Doctor inserted the plastic plate into Zoë’s mouth and pushed it up into her upper palate. Zoë tried to protest but soon realized that, once again, there was little she could do. As the Doctor held the plate in her palate with his finger, Zoë could feel it closely hugging the roof of her mouth. Reaching down to the tray with his spare hand the Doctor picked up another piece of apparatus and held it in her mouth. There was a sudden spark and flash of bright light in Zoë’s open mouth. She felt a sensation of heat in one of her rear molars. There was another spark and flash accompanied by another sensation of heat on the opposite side of her mouth. It was then that she realized that the Doctor was welded the plate into the roof of her mouth. The metal embedded in the palatal plate lined up with the flat pieces of metal protruding from the inside of the bands on Zoë’s canines and molars. With a small spot welder the Doctor was welding the plate to the bands so that it would become a permanent and irremovable part of Zoë’s upper mouth. Another plate was inserted in Zoë’s lower palate – this plate went under her tongue and covered the whole of the lower palate. There were also metal pieces and a battery set into this plate and Zoë was disturbed to find the Doctor welding the plate to the lower bands just as he had down with the upper one. When he had finished Zoë had an upper and lower plastic plate welded to the bands on her teeth. She would have to wait though to be able to experience her new mouth as Doctor Begg was eager to continue with the braces. He inserted his fingers into Zoë’s mouth and felt around the smooth plastic plates that had just become part of her mouth. Never again would Zoë be able to feel the soft flesh under her tongue or the warm rippled texture of her upper palate. From now on all see would be able to feel on the inside of her mouth would be plastic and the metal from the bands on her teeth – giving her mouth a totally artificial feeling. What she didn’t know was that the plate welded to the roof of her mouth was made of thicker plastic towards the front of her mouth, just behind the front teeth. The purpose of this was to hamper her speech – not that she would be able or allowed to speak very much under the service of her new master. Zoë gagged slightly as the Doctor pushed his fingers too far towards her throat and he quickly retracted them not wanting to make her vomit. Her was surprised that she hadn’t gagged when he inserted the upper plate because it covered a large amount of her upper palate extending a long way towards the back of her mouth, ending where Zoë’s wisdom teeth would have been had she not had them removed. “Excellent”, Doctor Begg said to himself, “Now I will put the wires on your braces and this is where you will start to feel some pressure in your teeth” The steel bands that were forced between her teeth were already causing Zoë some pain and she was worried about what the Doctor was going to do next. The Doctor picked up a piece of thick U-shaped stainless steel wire and examined it. Bent into the wire were some loops, coils, tight springs and welded at evenly spaced intervals along the wire were a number of copper coloured hooks. He looked closely at the ends of the wire paying particular attention to some ratchet-like grooves in it. Satisfied with the wire he picked up a set of pliers and brought the wire up towards Zoë’s mouth. Her eyes widened in horror as he brought the evil looking wire up to her wedged open mouth. He brought the wire up to Zoë’s upper teeth and lined it up with the slots in the brackets that adorned the front of the bands. Slowly he moved it towards the brackets and as he did so he squeezed the ends of the wire to make sure that they lined up with the top tubes on her rear molar bands. As he located the ends of the wire in the tubes there was initially some resistance but then as he began to push it home there was a click. The ratchet grooves in the ends of the wire were engaged in the tiny gear mechanism that was housed in the mysterious flat box above the tubes. As he pushed it further into place there were a series of tiny clicks as the wire was engaged within the miniscule winding gears. Zoë could her the clicking sound and was concerned about what was happening in her mouth. Finally the front of the wire was in the slots on the brackets on the front teeth and the Doctor could not push the wire any further. With the pliers he reached into the back of Zoë’s mouth and grabbed hold of the wire that was protruding from the molar tube. He pulled it and there were a couple of clicks. He did the same on the other side of her mouth and now Zoë could feel the wire pushing up against her front teeth. He now had to tie the wire in place and to do this he was going to use some thick wire ligatures. The wire ligatures were thicker than those that are used on normal braces but the braces that were being fitted in Zoë’s mouth were by no means normal. Starting at the front incisors he wrapped a wire ligature around the bracket and then twisted it tight with the pliers to secure the archwire in the bracket. As soon as he twisted the ligature tight Zoë could feel a sensation of pressure on her front teeth. He continued with the rest of Zoë’s upper teeth and as he secured each ligature the pressure gradually increased. When the upper archwire was completely tied to all the brackets the Doctor snipped off the excess ligature wire with a pair of clippers, with each clip resonating through Zoë’s highly tensioned upper teeth. He tucked the clipped end of the ligature wires behind the archwire so that they would not cause the inside of Zoë’s lips too much distress. There were plenty of other things in Zoë’s mouth that would be causing her distress. With Zoë’s upper mouth now wired, the Doctor turned his attention to wiring up Zoë’s lower braces. He picked up another thick stainless steel U-shaped wire and again examined it closely purposely making sure that Zoë could see it before he inserted it in her mouth. She could already feel the tightness of the upper wire on her teeth and was dreading a similar feeling on her lower teeth. As with the upper wire the lower wire also contained a number of tortuous looking springs and hooks. He inserted it in Zoë’s mouth and pushed it into the lower brackets, lining the ends up with the molar tubes. As with the upper wire there was a clicking sound as the Doctor pushed the wire through the molar tubes. Soon the lower wire was also tied in with the same thick ligature wires and the whole of Zoë’s mouth felt very tight and under considerable tension, but the Doctor was not finished and he had some more work to do. From the top pocket of his lab coat he pulled out a small clear plastic packet containing a number of tiny coil springs. He pulled one of the springs from the packet and put the packet down on his worktable. The coil spring was about half an inch in length but only a couple of millimetres in diameter. He inserted his finger in the corner of Zoë’s mouth and pulled her lips back to get better access to the side and back of her mouth. He looped one end of the spring over a hook on Zoë’s rear molar band, and then stretching the spring, he pulled the other end over a high hook that was welded to the bracket on her canine. This was a long high hook that extended over the top of tooth to the gum. As soon as the spring was placed over the hook there was yet more pressure on the upper right side of Zoë’s mouth. She let out a slight wincing sound as the spring pulled on her already sore teeth. The spring was stretched between the two hooks running parallel to the archwire, but above the teeth along the side of the gum. The Doctor inserted another spring on the opposite site of her mouth adding yet more pressure. Two more springs were attached in a similar arrangement on the lower teeth, again stretching between hooks on the lower canines and lower molars. These springs were stretched parallel to the lower archwire, running beneath the lower teeth along the lower gum. With the four springs now in place Zoë could feel them pulling on her front teeth. “There”, said the Doctor admiring his work, “those are just trainer springs which add quite a small amount of pressure to your front teeth. In time we will change those to some heavier springs but we don’t want to cause you too much discomfort…not for the time being at least, heh, heh”. Zoë gargled an angry response, hatred showing on her face. “Now, now you must learn to control your emotions. If you can’t do that your life here will be more miserable. If you show anger then you will be punished!” “I’m just going to tie those springs in place to prevent you from removing them…although I don’t know whether you will be able to reach your mouth with your hands once you begin your new life. I shall take the necessary precautions anyhow.” The Doctor used some very thin light wire to tie the ends of each spring to the hooks. The wire was looped through the end of the spring before being looped, twisted and tied around the hooks. This meant that the springs could not be removed from the hooks unless the tie wire was cut. “There, that’s the main part of your braces finished. We have some more work to do on you yet. “We have some more work to do on you yet though, but that will come later this afternoon. What I need to do now is give you a demonstration as to how you will be controlled by your braces” With a pointed metal probe the Doctor began poking around the back of Zoë’s teeth. She could feel him pushing the probe around the sides of her banded molars. On the rear molar the Doctor found the slot he was looking for and pushed the probe in. Zoë detected a slight buzzing sound and felt the sensation of the archwire tightening very slightly on her right side. With all the metal bands, brackets, wires and springs that had been inserted into her mouth Zoë’s teeth were now very sensitive and even the slightest touch seemed to cause her some discomfort. He detected a look of concern on Zoë’s face as she heard the buzzing and felt the wire tightening around her teeth. “Oh don’t worry my dear. You are probably wondering what I am up to now, well I am just activating your braces. Unlike normal orthodontic braces the wires you have are self-tightening. They are controlled by tiny electric motors that are housed in your molar bands where the wires are anchored. The motors are powered by the batteries in your palatal plates. As I activate each motor you should feel the braces tightening ever so slightly. Once the motors have been activated I will be able to give you a little demonstration. Now bear with me while I just finish this….” The Doctor inserted the probe into the remaining three molar bands. The tiny motor was housed in the metal covering above the molar tubes and as he activated each one tiny gears engaged in the ratchets in the end of the archwire. As the gears engaged, the archwire that was tied in Zoë’s brackets pulled even tighter increasing the sensitivity in her tensioned teeth. The Doctor finally removed the plastic wedges and lip spreader from Zoë’s mouth and she began flexing her jaw to try to regain some feeling in her facial muscles. Doctor Begg held a glass of water to her mouth, which Zoë gratefully accepted. The Doctor tipped the glass between her lips and Zoë sucked the water down her throat as best she could with all the new foreign objects that had been installed in her mouth. The Doctor took the glass away and went across to the other side of the room leaving Zoë to become acquainted with her braces. Zoë was alarmed to discover that she could hardly feel any part of the inside of her natural mouth. Her mouth now felt totally foreign to her and somehow smaller and restricted. With her tongue she could feel that her upper and lower palates were now totally covered in a smooth plastic acrylic. Running her tongue around the inside of her teeth all she could feel with the smooth warm
metal of the bands that were wrapped around each one of her teeth. She tasted a horrible bitter metallic taste on her tongue as she ran it around the back of her teeth. Running her tongue around the outside of her teeth was no better because all she could feel was the jagged edges of her braces punctuated only by the surface of the smooth tight wire that arched around her teeth. Even on parts of her gums she could feel some uncomfortable pieces of hardware. “Pleath what have you done to my mouth”, she pleaded to the Doctor. “All I have done so far is put you in braces.” “Thethe can’t be bratheth. Thith ith jutht…….oh my god, I can’t even talk properly anymore”. Zoë was having difficulty talking not only from the metal in her mouth but also because of the thick pieces of acrylic on her upper palate and under her tongue. The acrylic plate fixed to her upper palate had been made deliberately thick to induce a lisp in her speech. “That’s the idea, let’s just say that the Baron doesn’t like his slaves to be too…..talkative!” “Oh my god, thith juthd can’t be happening. Pleath I will do anything …. Juthd let me go…pleath.” Zoë pleaded, lisping with her now garbled speech. “I can assure you that it is happening and you now have a full set of metal braces. Your braces will feel a little strange now but in time you will grow accustomed to them….you may even begin to like them or enjoy them. Your braces are the first part of your transformation into a slavegirl and are just one of many devices that will be used to keep you in bondage.” “Pleath, let me go…. I will do anything. If it’th money you are after my family will pay it. Oh god pleath help me, pleath…” begged Zoë once again, as a single tear ran down her cheek. “No Miss Ashworth we don’t want your money….we want you” the Doctor responded forcefully. “You won’t get away with thith you bathtardth. My family will thearcth for me and find me. You juthd can’t keep me here forever…” lisped Zoë as another tear ran down here face over her top lip and into her metal mouth. “I think its time I gave you a little demonstration as to how we will be using your braces to control and discipline you” said the Doctor as he sat back down alongside Zoë. “What do you mean control me…” sobbed Zoë. “I just need to have one final check of your braces and I will show you” said the Doctor in an ominous tone. With Zoë still strapped in the chair and sobbing quietly Doctor Begg inserted his fingers behind Zoë’s lips and pulled them back to expose her teeth. There was little remaining of Zoë’s teeth to expose now that they were almost completely covered in metal bands, brackets, wires and springs. Pulling Zoë’s lips back almost as far as they would go the Doctor closely examined Zoë’s newly braced mouth. He carefully ran his finger around the braces, pausing to push on one of the spring loops that was bent into the upper archwire. As he pushed against the wire a bolt of pain shot through Zoë’s upper jaw causing her to wince sharply. “Good” ,said the Doctor looking satisfied with his work. “You will have a chance to view your new slave adornments shortly but I will just explain what I have done. All of your teeth have been banded with metal bands. These are wrapped tightly around each tooth and held in place with permanent glue. You have thick steel wires running through brackets on the front of the bands and the archwires have been tied in place with steel wire ligatures. The ligatures have been twisted tight so that they cannot be easily removed. The archwires are gripped in tubes that are fixed to your rear teeth and some additional tension is being applied by coil springs along the sides of your mouth.”
The Doctor, appearing to take great pleasure in describing what he had done to Zoë’s mouth, continued his description “Fixed permanently in the top and bottom of your mouth, welded to the bands so that they cannot be removed are acrylic plates. Although these plates have been moulded to the contours and shape of your mouth, the upper plate has been made deliberately thick to obstruct your speech – as you have already discovered much to your distress.” “No, no… you bathtard” sobbed Zoë. The Doctor pulled what looked like a small black plastic box similar to a television remote control from his pocket. This was smaller than a TV remote and only had four buttons. “And now for that demonstration I have been promising you” Doctor Begg held the remote control so that Zoë could see what he was doing and pressed one of the buttons. Zoë heard a small buzzing towards the back of her mouth and then suddenly she could feel the archwire on her upper braces tightening around her teeth. The Doctor held his finger on the button and the archwire continued to tighten as it was pulled back by the tiny motors in the molar bands. Zoë groaned in pain as the archwire wire pushed against her already tense teeth and she thought that her teeth would be pushed from her gums. “pleath sthop….aaaahh” Zoë gasped in pain. “pleath sthop….aaaahh” Zoë gasped in pain. Mercifully the Doctor removed his finger from the remote and the archwire stopped tightening. Zoë’s upper teeth felt under considerable pressure from the tightened archwire. Unfortunately there was no respite for Zoë as the Doctor pressed another button and the archwire on her bottom braces began to tighten. Zoë groaned once again, her face contorted in pain, her back arching in the chair and head pushing into the headrest as the archwire slowly tightened around her bottom teeth. The Doctor kept his finger pressed firmly on the remote button and the archwire continued to tighten even further. Zoë desperately wanted to reach up to her mouth to try to ease the pain in some way but with her wrists still strapped to the chair she was helpless. Even if her wrists had been free there would have been little she could have done to prevent her braces from tightening and causing the unbearable throbbing pain in her mouth. Just as the pain was almost becoming too much for Zoë the Doctor removed his finger from the button. The archwires around Zoë’s upper and lower teeth were now pulled extremely tight leaving her teeth feeling very sore and aching. “There, that was just a quick demonstration of your braces. You see if you fail to do as you are told or do not obey your new master, for example, we can use a little persuasion or punishment by simply tightening your braces with this remote control. It’s a very effective method of control I’m sure you will agree” Zoë couldn’t respond initially as she was sobbing quietly in distress. Eventually she choked back the tears and stuttered “Pl…pleath….I will do anything you thay…..juthd releath the prethure in my mouth” “I am so glad you understand. I will release some of the pressure but not all of it otherwise the braces wouldn’t be doing their job would they?” The Doctor pressed two other buttons on the remote at the same time and slowly Zoë could feel the archwires loosening their grip from around her braces. When the Doctor released the buttons some pressure remained but it was nowhere near that she had experienced a few moments earlier. “If I was to keep pressing these buttons now the archwires would move in the opposite direction and pull your teeth outward inducing a different kind of discomfort in your mouth.” he explained, “Now I am going to release you from the chair and I just need to take a few measurements before you are returned to your cell.” The Doctor unbuckled the straps that had been holding Zoë in the chair and instructed her to stand. Still wearing her underwear, Zoë got shakily to her feet and immediately put her right hand up to her mouth. Just as she was feeling the sharp edges of her braces behind her lips the Doctor ordered her to keep her arms at her side. Zoë stood upright still quietly sobbing as the Doctor produced a tape measure. He then proceeded to take measurements around her ankles, wrists, waist, chest and neck, writing down the details of each measurement. “What is your shoe size?” asked the Doctor when he had finished his measuring. “What….why do you need to know my sthoe thithe?” “From now on answer my questions when I ask them or I will give you another demonstration of your braces.” threatened the Doctor, his finger hovering over one of the buttons on the remote. “Thix….I take thithe thix” she lisped quickly “Ok, I am finished with you for now. You can go back to your cell to get acquainted with your braces but I will be seeing you again tomorrow to complete your fitting.” Zoë was escorted from the Doctor’s surgery and soon found herself alone once again in the cell. Although she was eager to find out exactly what had been installed in her mouth. It was with some trepidation that she approached the small mirror on the cell wall. As she stood facing the mirror she could see that her lips were bulging outwards giving them a much fuller look than they had prior to her bracing. The braces were pushing from behind her lips and there was a small gap between them through which she could detect a metallic glint. Very slowly Zoë bared her teeth in the mirror and she almost fainted at the sight that greeted her. She quickly closed her mouth and brought her hand up to cover her mouth, almost as if she was trying to keep the sight of her braces from her own eyes. She stood facing the mirror for a long time before taking a deep breath and baring her teeth once more. The shock she received from seeing the braces on her teeth was no less than before but this time she was able to maintain her compose and keep her teeth bared. The white enamel of her teeth was almost completely covered by the metal bands and only the tips and upper parts of her teeth were visible. Looking at her teeth behind her canines Zoë noticed that the bands covered even more of the teeth with only the tips being visible and the metal band extending to the top of the tooth to the gum-line. The bands were wrapped tightly around each tooth and had a very permanent look to them. On the front of each band was a large metal bracket and running through the brackets on the upper and lower teeth was a straight thick wire. Light glinted off the wire that held tightly in the brackets as Zoë examined it. Welded to the wire between some of the brackets were some hooks. Bent into the wires between the incisors and canines and between the canines and bicuspids were some tight loops. He carefully ran her finger over the braces feeling the sharp edges of the brackets that had been irritating the inside of her lips. Pulling the corner of her mouth Zoë was able to spy the coil spring that were fixed to a high hook on her canine teeth running along the gum line to the back of her mouth where it was fixed to a hook on one of the rear teeth. She touched the spring very carefully running her finger along its tiny close coils. As she touched it she could feel it pulling on her front teeth and quickly removed her finger before it added any more pain to her sore and tender mouth. Pulling the corner of her mouth back even further she could see the bands and the other complex parts of her braces fixed on her back teeth. She probed around her back teeth with her index finger seeing if she could find the motor that pulled on the archwire but is was all cleverly concealed somewhere within the metal apparatus. Zoë opened her mouth a bit wider and pushed her finger up into her upper palate. She could feel the smooth warm plastic of the plate that was welded permanently into the roof of her mouth. She then ran her finger around the lower part of her mouth feeling the plastic plate fixed permanently under her tongue. She bared her teeth into the mirror once more and as she did so a solitary tear ran down her face. Zoë could take no more and collapsed on the bed crying uncontrollably, induced partly from her predicament and partly due to increasing pain from her braces. She remained on her bed for hours burying her face in the pillow ignoring the food that was passed through the hatch in the door. Zoë was woken suddenly when two security guards entered her cell. She had slept very little having been kept awake by the pain from her braces. She had finally drifted to sleep in the early hours and had been sleeping for less than three hours when she was disturbed by a loud clunk from the steel door as the guards entered the room. As she woke up, the first thing she felt was the aching pain running through her upper and lower teeth. Barely having time to come to her senses, Zoë was pulled from her bed and lifted on to her feet by the guards. Holding her tightly, one on each arm, they then dragged her out of the cell and into the brightly lit corridor. Zoë blinked repeatedly as she tried to become accustomed to the pulsating bright light. As she gradually came more to her senses she noticed a horrible rancid taste in her mouth. She could taste the metal from the bands on her teeth, she could taste the plastic from the acrylic plates fixed firmly above and below her tongue, and she could taste the bitterness of the various chemicals that had been used to fix the braces permanently to her teeth. This all added to the general unpleasant feeling that she had in her mouth. The guards led Zoë a short distance along the corridor past a number of other cells and Zoë wondered whether there were any other girls like her who had been snatched from the real world to live in this living nightmare. Soon they came to a cell with an open door and Zoë was pushed though the door before it was slammed shut behind her. Doctor Begg was waiting for her; he was stood in the centre of the room with his arms folded across his chest. Zoë looked around the windowless room. In one corner was a glass shower cubicle and along one side of the square room was a long workbench covered with a white cloth. Large bumps under the cloth indicated that it was covering a number of objects. Suspended from the ceiling was a single large light bulb and hanging next to it on a chain was a rather threatening looking silver hook. “Good morning Miss Ashworth, and how are you feeling today?” “I feel terrible thankth to you. Wh…wh.. what are you going to do to me now?” sniffed Zoë eying the hook hanging from the ceiling. “Why, I’m going to complete your transformation into a slavegirl. Now remove your underwear and take a shower” he said motioning her towards the cubicle. “I…I...I can’t do that here….and whath that hook hanging from the theiling for. Pleath don’t hurt me!” “Just do as I say and you will not be harmed” said the Doctor as he reached into his lab coat pocket and pulled out the remote control. “Perhaps you need a little persuasion” he said with an evil looking grin as he pressed his finger to the button on the remote. Zoë immediately felt the archwire tightening around her upper braces. Her teeth had become very sensitive during her first night in braces and as the wire began to tighten a jolt of pain shot through the nerve endings of her upper teeth. “Aaaahhhh” Zoë screamed, “pleath sthop…..I’ll do ath you thay…pleath don’t tighten my bratheth any more!” “Good, you see how effective those braces are” said the Doctor as he showed some mercy and released the button on the remote. “I will leave the tension in your braces just to remind you what will happen if you fail to cooperate, now please remove your underwear and take a shower so we can get started” Slowly and rather self consciously, Zoë removed her underwear so that she stood naked, arms clasped across her bare chest. Her healthy lightly tanned skin shone under the bright light and she removed the band holding her hair in a ponytail letting her light brown hair fall to her shoulders. “Good, now step into the shower” instructed the Doctor. Zoë did as the Doctor order and soon she was washing herself under the warm water of the shower. She quickly washed her hair and body and nervously stepped out of the cubicle where she was startled to see a tall scantily clan blonde girl handing her a towel. The Doctor was nowhere to be seen and in his place was this strange looking girl. The fact that the girl was there handing her a towel had caught Zoë unawares but the girl’s clothing and general appearance added to the surprise. The blonde girl had a sullen, almost vacant look on her face, with her large empty blue eyes and big red pouty lips. Zoë took the towel and continued staring at the girl. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail and around her neck was a shiny thick steel collar. Around her body was a black leather corset, which appeared to pinch her body into an unfeasible shape. The corset accentuated the girl’s shapely hips, pinching in her stomach, and then leaving her pert breasts exposed. Locked around the girl’s waist was a shiny metal chastity belt, with shaped metal plates covering her crotch and rear. On the girl’s feet were a pair of extremely high-heeled black leather pumps. As she handed Zoë the towel, Zoë noticed that on her wrists were a pair of delicate silver manacles separated by a 12-inch long length of heavy chain. Zoë took the towel and began to quickly dry herself.
“Pleath, you have got to help me….. I have been kidnapped and I am being held captive here…wherever thith ith. I think they are going to do lotth of awful thingth to me. Look they have already put me in bratheth” said Zoë pointing to the metal on her teeth. The girl showed little reaction and continued staring blankly at Zoë. “Pleath, who are you, where did you come from….you mutht help me, they have fixthed all thith metal to my teeth and I can’t do anything about it”, Zoë pleaded with the girl who continued to show no reaction. “Oh pleath….you mutht get me out of thith! Do you underthand me, ….ohhh thethe bratheth are dithtorting my thpeach” Zoë grabbed the girl by the arms and started to shake her trying to get a reaction. The chain between her wrists jangled as Zoë shook her. “Why won’t you anther me? Come on thpeak to me…..” Zoë was interrupted as Doctor Begg re-entered the room with an evil smile on his face. “I see that you have met one of your fellow slaves” said the Doctor as he walked over to the two girls. Zoë quickly wrapped the towel around her body to cover her nakedness from the Doctor. “This is Amber, she will be assisting me with your preparation today…oh, and don’t bother trying to speak to her, she won’t answer you…..in fact she can’t answer you!” said the Doctor with that evil smile again. “What do you mean, can’t she thpeak?”, enquired Zoë. “Oh she can speak, it’s just that she is prevented from doing so at the moment. You see, last week she spoke out of turn to her master and as part of her punishment she had to have her jaws wired together. Like all the girls here, Amber is in braces but I have wired her upper and lower braces together to prevent her from talking”. Amber showed no resistance as the Doctor parted her lips to show Zoë the braces on her front teeth. Amber’s braces were similar to Zoë’s with large metal bands wrapped around each tooth and a thick wire running through the chunky brackets on the front of each tooth. However, Zoë could see that between each corresponding upper and lower bracket there was a length of thick ligature wire, tying them together and preventing any movement of Amber’s jaws. “Let Amber’s punishment be a warning to you. In serving your new master you must showobedience and discipline otherwise you will be punished and we will use your braces to inflict that punishment. Now step over to the centre of the room so we can begin”. The Doctor grabbed the towel pulling it away from Zoë’s body so that she stood completely naked under the bright light. “Now we will begin your fitting,” he said, “Amber, remove the cover from the fitting table” Amber nodded to obey his order, a glimpse of metal showing between her red lips, before pulling the white cloth from the long table. As she did so Zoë turned her head to see what was on the table but she didn’t like the look of what she could see. Spread out on the table were manacles, chains, leather straps, and a number of evil looking tools. “Pleath, what are you going to do to me now, pleath tell me?” pleaded Zoë. “Face forward” ordered the Doctor. Zoë stared at him for a moment before hesitantly obeying his instruction. “Amber can you bring me the wrist bracelets”. Amber immediately did as instructed and handed him a pair of silver stainless steel manacles with a short length of heavy iron chain between them, her own wrist chain jangling as she did so. Taking the bracelets the Doctor quickly snapped them around Zoë’s wrists. The bracelets were a good fit as they snapped snugly around Zoë’s slender wrists. Zoë initially pulled against the chain that connected her wrists but then the Doctor grabbed the chain and forcefully lifted Zoë’s arms above her head. She tried to resist but the Doctor was much stronger than she, and he looped the chain over the hook that was hanging from the ceiling so that Zoë now stood naked with her arms chained above her head. “Now I have you where I want you” said the Doctor eyeing his subject chained helplessly before him. “Pleath don’t hurt me, I beg you….” “I have had enough of your whining, I want to carry out the remainder of my work in silence. Amber, bring me the mouth gag appliance” Amber brought over what looked like a large bulky lump of pink plastic and handed it to the Doctor. The Doctor brought out the remote control and pressed his finger on the buttons that tighten Zoë’s braces. Zoë’s eyes widened as she saw the dreaded remote control and soon she could once again feel the wires tightening around her teeth. Quickly the pain became almost unbearable and as she let out a gasp the Doctor quickly inserted the bulky lump of plastic into her mouth. It was such a large piece of plastic that even as he forced Zoë’s jaws apart he had to use some force to push it past Zoë’s braced teeth. The plastic had been molded to the exact shape of the inside of her mouth behind her teeth and its upper and lower surfaces made a perfect contact with the acrylic plates fixed to Zoë’s palates. There was a hollow opening in the centre of the plastic and as it was forced further into Zoë’s mouth she couldn’t avoid inserting her tongue into the void, as there was nowhere else for it to go. As the plastic gag was pushed into place Zoë instinctively bit down and as she did so she could feel the plastic slotting into position, it’s surfaces mating perfectly with those of the palatal plates. She also found that her side teeth, from her canines to molars, fitted perfectly into indentations molded into flanges in the plastic that went between the bite of her upper and lower jaws. “Mmmmmmhhhhhh” gargled Zoë as she tried to fight the bulky appliance that now filled her mouth. She tried to move her tongue but found that it was trapped within the plastic with little room for any movement. “Oh don’t worry that won’t be a permanent addition to your mouth……..well, not for the time being at least. I just like to work in silence that’s all. Now I’m just going to temporarily wire your jaws together so there is no way that you can dislodge the gag while I am working on you” Parting Zoë’s lips to expose the complex braces on her teeth, the Doctor took a length of thick ligature wire and anchored it around the hook on the bracket of her upper right bicuspid. He pulled the wire down and looped it around the hook on the corresponding lower bicuspid bracket before twisting the ends of the wire together with his pliers. As he twisted the wire Zoë could feel it pulling her jaws together making her bite more firmly into the plastic. Once it was twisted tightly he snipped off the end of excess wire. The Doctor then repeated the process on the opposite side of her mouth and soon her jaws were wired tightly together with the lump of plastic filling her mouth behind her teeth. Zoë desperately tried to open her mouth but found little movement as the wire wrapped around the brackets on her bicuspid teeth held her jaws firm, her teeth biting into the plastic gag. “Mmmmmhhhh” she gargled again, her eyes wide with horror and her metal mouth propped half open by the lump of plastic wedged firmly between her teeth. She stood on tiptoes with her arms chained to the hook high above her head trying desperately to wriggle free. “Now we have you silenced I can work in relative peace. Amber can you please bring me the chastity belt” ordered the Doctor. The similarly silenced Amber picked up a heavy looking shining metal object from the table, there was clanking of metal as she lifted it from the work surface, and brought it to the Doctor. The belt consisted of two main pieces – a wide steel waistband and hinged from the centre of the band was curved triangular shaped metal plate that would go in front of and between Zoë’s legs. The Doctor placed the 4-inch wide shiny steel band around Zoë’s waist, just above her hips, before closing it with a positive snapping sound. Zoë wriggled as she felt the cold metal band being fixed around her waist. The band was a very snug fit leaving little room between the metal and Zoë’s soft smooth flesh. The curved metal plate hung from the band resting in front of Zoë’s vagina. Zoë could feel the cool metal of the chastity belt band wrapped tightly around her body. “Stand with your legs apart”, the Doctor ordered. Zoë shook her head as if to say no. She could see the evil looking belt that he was about to lock on her and she did not want to comply with his orders. “Do as I say immediately, slave girl!” he ordered, but this time more forcefully. Zoë ahead shook her head, the chains jangling on her wrists above her head as she did so. “You have left me no choice but to use this once again” he said as he showed Zoë the remote control for her braces. Before she had time to change her mind and obey his command she once again felt the wires tightening in the brackets that were banded permanently to her upper and lower teeth. Her teeth were still very sore from her banding and she immediately felt the pain as the wires began to tighten. She moaned in pain, her groans muffled by the plastic gag fixed in her mouth. Zoë knew she had to obey his command and open her legs but suspended as she was from the ceiling it was very difficult for her to do so. On her tip toes she eventually managed to stand with her legs apart and as she did the Doctor reached between them and pulled the hinged plate through. There was another positive clicking sound as he secured the curved plate to a locking catch on the back of the belt band and then the chastity belt was locked irremovably on Zoë. The crotch plate was formed to Zoë’s exact shape and she could feel the cold smooth metal between her legs. The front of the plate covering her vagina was made of stainless steel with a small slot between her legs. The edges of the slot were serrated with a series of sharp points. The plate narrowed where it passed between her legs before dividing into two thin bands, which followed the curves of her ass. The bands met where they locked on to the thick band around her waist. Zoë looked down at the metal chastity belt locked tightly around her body. She now had metal locked on her teeth, her wrists and her body and she dreaded to think what would be coming next. “You have been fitted with a chastity belt to which only your new Master holds the key and he therefore will determine whether you receive any sexual pleasure. He may decide to leave you in the belt permanently so you will just have to contain any sexual urges that you have. Oh and don’t try pleasuring yourself as that thin slot in the front of your belt, which will allow you to urinate, is surrounded by a sharp serrated edge” said the Doctor with an evil smile on his face. Zoë stared at the Doctor with a look of shock as she, once again, tried to comprehend what was happening to her. “The baron likes all of his slave girls to be shapely and have a good posture and so the next item you will be fitted with will be a leather corset. This will give you an hourglass figure and ensure that you stand up straight at all times and have the correct posture for a disciplined slave girl” he explained, “Amber, bring me this slave’s corset”. Amber immediately obeyed and fetched the black leather corset from the table before handing it to the Doctor. The corset was made of hard black leather and was identical to the one worn by Amber. The Doctor wrapped the corset around Zoë’s slim body. She squirmed slightly as he did so as she could feel the hard leather pushing up against her body. Amber held the corset to Zoë’s body so that the Doctor could go and stand behind her to begin lacing it up.
There was a four-inch gap between the two edges of the corset and working from the bottom up, the Doctor started pulling on the laces to bring the two edges together. As soon as he pulled on the first set of laces, Zoë could feel the corset pushing into her stomach and against her spine. Doctor Begg worked methodically on the laces gradually moving up the corset bringing the two edges of the garment together. With each pull of the laces Zoë could feel the corset closing around her body squeezing her stomach from all directions and forcing her spine upright. As he worked his way towards the top of the corset it got much harder to pull the edges together and at one point the Doctor had to push his knee into Zoë’s back to gain extra leverage to pull on the laces. Zoë groaned into the plastic mouthpiece gag that was jammed into her braced mouth as the corset forced her body into a seemingly impossible shape. Finally the Doctor finished tying the laces giving the last tie an extra hard pull, cinching the corset even tighter around Zoë’s body. When he had finished Zoë’s stomach was squeezed in and she was forced to stand in an upright position, her arms still hanging from the chain above her head. The corset was shaped so that it left her breasts exposed and it pushed them into an upright position. The Doctor finished up by inserted small brass padlocks through two rings set in each edge of the corset, at the top and bottom, so that it was now tied and locked irremovably on Zoë’s body. “Mmmmmggghhh” Zoë groaned into the gag once again, with a mixture of pain and anger. She found that the corset was squeezing her body so tightly that it making it difficult for her to breath properly. The Doctor stood back and looked Zoë up and down, admiring his work. “I am so glad to hear that you like your new corset. What I have just fitted you with is just a trainer corset and with time we will fit you with tighter and tighter corsets until you reach the ideal shape and posture. As you can see Amber here is at quite an advanced stage in her figure training”. Zoë looked across at Amber, who was stood perfectly upright just behind the Doctor, and noticed how her midriff was almost half the width of her hips and chest. “Excellent” said the Doctor appearing satisfied with his new slave girl creation chained up before him “I have restricted your mouth, arms, and body and I now need to place some restrictions on your feet and legs. I’m going to fit you with some appropriate footwear but before I do that I will just need to restrain your legs, I don’t want you kicking out at me while I’m fitting your new shoes”. Zoë looked at him with wide frightened eyes, her mouth held half open with the plastic gag wedged in her mouth. The pink plastic of the gag was visible between her teeth and the metal bands of her braces showing from under her lips. “Amber, bring me the ankle chain and also fetch the shoes that I have selected for this slave,” the Doctor ordered. Amber quickly went over to the worktable and picked up some silver shackles with a length of chain between them, similar to those that she, and now Zoë, wore on her wrists. She also picked up what looked like a brown cardboard shoebox and brought it to Doctor Begg. He took the shackles and chain and, bending down at Zoë’s feet, he snapped the silver bracelets around her ankles. There was a loud click as each bracelet was secured around her slender ankles. Each bracelet was made of shiny stainless steel, about 2½ inches in width, and was connected with a length of heavy looking chain, approximately 1½ foot long. Like the wrist bracelets the ankle bracelets were a tight fit leaving little space between the metal and her skin. Zoë moved her feet as she adjusted to the feel of the cold metal clasped tightly around her ankles, the heavy chain jangling softly as she did so. Once the ankle chain was fitted, Amber handed the Doctor the open shoebox. He briefly examined the contents before removing the protective tissue paper wrapping and pulling out a high-heeled black leather pump with a double ankle strap. He held it resting in his palm of his hand and brought it in front of Zoë so that she could see it. Zoë could detect a strong smell of new shoe leather as he brought it towards her. “This will be the type of footwear that you will be wearing from now on, nothing but high heels for you 24 hour per day. The heels on these pumps are 5 inches and I imagine these are higher than anything you have worn before. We will use these to break you in, but before long you will graduate to 6 inch heels”. He pulled on one of the black leather straps, “these straps will be locked around your ankles so you will not be able to remove the shoes! As with your braces, chastity belt, and corset your Master will have full control over them and will decide how long you wear them for.” Now, lift your right foot up for me and I will fit your new footwear. Not wanting to incur any more pressure on her teeth from her braces, Zoë nervously did as she was told and lifted her bare foot off the ground. The ankle chain jangled as she lifted her foot and she was momentarily surprised at how heavy the chain felt between her ankles. Kneeling down at her feet Doctor Begg slipped the high-heeled pump over her foot. It was a very tight fit and he had to use a shoehorn to force the back of the shoe over Zoë’s heel. He went on to fit the left shoe and soon Zoë found herself perched rather precariously in the high heel pumps. With the shoes fitted the Doctor turned his attention to their ankle straps. In turn he pulled each of the straps tightly around Zoë’s ankle before fastening them with their silver buckles. The buckles had been specially adapted and through each one he inserted a tiny silver padlock to ensure that the straps could not be unbuckled. The shoes were therefore locked on Zoë’s feet and couldn’t be removed without unlocking the padlocks on the double ankle straps. Doctor Begg took a step back and admired his latest slave girl creation, looking her up and down with a satisfied look on his face. All Zoë could manage in response was a muffled groan from behind her braces and the plastic gag that filled her mouth. Her lithe body remained stretched out before the Doctor, her arms chained high above her head as she stood teetering on tip-toes in her newly fitted high heels. She could feel the tight unforgiving leather of the high-heeled pumps clasped around her feet and their ankle straps locked tightly around her slender ankles. Her legs wobbled briefly as she struggled to balance on the 5 inch high heels, the ankle chain locked on her ankles jangling as she sought to retain her balance. The Doctor then turned to his slave girl assistant, “Amber, fetch me this slave girl’s collar”. Amber immediately obeyed his order and collected an object from the workbench and brought it over to Doctor Begg, her own restraint chains jangling as she did so. She handed him a thick heavy looking ring of shiny stainless steel. Zoë caught a glimpse of the metal collar that was about to be locked around her neck and tried to voice her protests from behind the cruel gag that was wired in her mouth. “Now, now, don’t you worry my little one, I’m just going to collar you. Your collar is of course one of the ultimate symbols of your enslavement and your bondage, just like your braces.” he explained, “but if I hear any more noise from you I may just have to add a little more pressure to your braces to keep you quiet!” The Doctor opened the silver stainless steel ring, which had a discrete hinge set in it, and held it around Zoë’s neck. He looked into her tear stained blue eyes and smiled an evil smile before closing the metal collar firmly around her neck. There was a positive clicking sound as he locked the collar on Zoë’s neck. As it was locked on, Zoë momentarily thought she was going to choke, as it was so very tight with the metal being snug against her throat. The collar was a 2-inch wide band of steel ringing Zoë’s neck and it was so
wide that it had the effect of forcing her to keep her head up, almost as if it were a posture collar. Set in the front of the collar was a heavy looking metal ring, about 1½ inches in diameter, to which chains, ropes and perhaps a leash could be attached. Just below the ring there was a small silver plate welded smoothly to the surface of the collar and engraved on the plate was an inscription which read “braces slave”. Zoë now had stainless steel bands locked around her wrists, ankles and neck, and of course she also had those that were wrapped around each one of her teeth. “Now, my braces slave, it is time for me to do a little bit of piercing on you” the Doctor announced. Zoë’s eyes widened with horror above her wedged-open mouth. What exactly is he going to pierce she thought to herself and at the same time realizing that she was totally powerless to do anything about it. Amber handed the Doctor a rather evil looking chrome device – it looked a little like a pistol but there was a large needle protruding from it and there was some kind of small gas canister attached to it. He brought it up to Zoë’s left tit and clamped the end of the device around her nipple. Zoë screamed through the gag as she realized what was about to happen, but it was to little avail. The Doctor made a quick final check and pulled a trigger on the device. There was a hiss as gas was realized from the canister and the needle shot cleanly through the flesh of Zoë’s nipple, pulling a stainless steel rod through in the process. Zoë screamed in agony as she felt the intense searing pain as the Doctor pierced her nipple. Her jaws strained against the ligature wire that bound them tightly together, as she tried to let out her scream. When the Doctor removed the piercing gun, Zoë was left with a thick steel pin about one inch long pierced cleanly through her left nipple. On one end of the pin was a round steel ball and the Doctor screwed a similar ball onto the other end of the pin. Zoë could feel the pin moving in her nipple as Doctor Begg tightened the ball on the end of the dumbbell.
“Both balls on the end of the barbell are glued in placed with permanent metal adhesive so this barbell that I have just put through your tit cannot be removed without cutting through the shaft with a set of bolt cutters!” the Doctor explained to the distraught Zoë. Zoë tried to turn away as the Doctor mercilessly brought the piercing gun up to her other nipple, but she was chained up helplessly before him and there was nothing she could do to prevent the inevitable. She screamed through the plastic mouthpiece once again as her other nipple was pierced and soon she was wearing identical stainless steel barbells through both of her nipples. “These barbells are just temporary decorations. Once the piercings have healed we will be inserting thick steel rings through each of your nipples. You see, rings are so much better to attach chains and leashes to!” explained the Doctor seemingly delighted by the sight of the increasingly distressed woman chained before him. “That is you almost finished for the time being, so now I am going to remove your gag and then I just need to add one further adornment. I would like to leave you gagged a little longer but unfortunately I need to remove the gag to carry out this last piece of work” Zoë groaned through the pink plastic mouthpiece that was wired into her mouth as the Doctor pealed back her lips and brought a sharp pair of pliers to her mouth. With a loud click he snipped the ligature wires between her bicuspids that were holding her jaws closed tightly around the mouthpiece gag. A sharp jolt of pain shot through Zoë’s braced teeth as he cut the wire. “Open your mouth wide, slave,” he ordered. Zoë was only too glad to comply so that the awful mouthpiece that had been wedged in her mouth could be removed. With her mouth open as wide as it would go the Doctor reached in and pulled the gag from Zoë’s mouth, her saliva and drool clung to the custom made plastic gag as it was removed. The Doctor gave the gag to Amber who placed it in a small plastic container with Zoë’s name labelled on it. “Keep your mouth open wide, slave”. Zoë’s resistance had disappeared, her strength had been
sapped by the nipple piercings and she obeyed the Doctor by keeping her mouth wide open, the bands of metal around her teeth shining in the light. Quickly the Doctor inserted some tongs into her mouth and grabbed the end of her tongue. Zoë gargled in protest and in pain as the Doctor pulled her tongue with the tongs so that it was stretched out of her mouth. Amber came over and took hold of the tongs while the Doctor picked up the piercing gun and brought it to Zoë’s tongue. Zoë tried to struggle and started to scream as she realized what was about to happen, but she was totally helpless and the Doctor held the gun over the left side her tongue, about half way along its length and pulled the trigger. Zoë screamed loudly as a hollow steel rivet was pierced through one side of her tongue. There was an intense pain in the nerves of her tongue and Zoë almost fainted. She continued to struggle but her tongue was held firmly in the tongs and seconds later a second rivet was inserted in the other side of her tongue. This time Zoë passed out from the pain, which in some ways was a blessing for her as she remained unconscious as the Doctor pierced the centre of her tongue in two other locations and inserted large steel barbells, one near the tip of her tongue and one near the centre. As Zoë regained consciousness she could feel a gradually increasing aching in her teeth. She slowly came to as the pain in her mouth increased and then, she suddenly came to her senses as she realized that her remotely controlled braces were being tightened. The pain was unbearable and she brought her fingers up to her mouth and hopelessly, picking at her brackets with her fingernails, tried to pull the metal from her teeth to release the pain. Of course the steel bands that made up her braces were fixed permanently around her teeth and there was no way that she could get them off. Her braces were permanent and her situation was totally helpless. “Heh, heh, heh”, the Doctor cackled from behind her, amused at her efforts to try and release herself from her orthodontic bondage. Satisfied that his subject was now conscious he released the button on the remote control that he used to tighten Zoë’s braces. Zoë was in the same room but now she found herself sat in a wooden chair facing a mirror on the wall with a bare light bulb fixed above it. She was still in her chains, her manacled wrists resting on her lap in front of her. After fainting from the pain of her tongue piercings Zoë had been released from her hanging position and moved to the chair that she now found herself sat in. Something felt different in her mouth, her tongue felt strange….swollen, almost as if it filled the whole of her mouth. It was then she remembered that she was having her tongue pierced when she had passed out. She tried to move her tongue around her mouth and discovered a clacking sound as the metal piercings rattled against the plastic of her palatal plates. Looking into the mirror she got her first sight of the metal collar that was clamped tightly around her slender neck with its heavy ring and inscription below it. She strained her eyes trying unsuccessfully to read the backwards writing on the collar in the mirror. She slowly opened her mouth and pushed out her tongue. She felt something on her tongue brush past her lips as she extended it and was horrified at the sight that greeted her. Her tongue had been pierced with two large steel barbells with balls almost as big as marbles on the ends of them, one ball above the tongue and one below it on each barbell. Both barbells were on the centreline of her tongue. One was about half an inch from the tip of her tongue and the other was about two inches from the tip. On either side of the second barbell were two further piercings, these were metal rivets that had been punched through her tongue creating two small metal-sheathed holes through the soft flesh. Light from the single lamp shone off the metal barbells impaled in her tongue and seeing the mess that had been made of her tongue, Zoë started crying. “I’m so glad that you like you tongue jewellery, slave. The metal you have in your tongue and in your tits matches your braces perfectly don’t you think”. The Doctor approached Zoë from behind and reached over her shoulders. Inserting his fingers in the corners of her mouth he pulled her lips back to expose her braces in the mirror. The metal strapped to her teeth sparkled in the light and he left his fingers there long enough for Zoë to get a good look at her braces and tongue piercings. Dismayed at the irremovable metal that greeted her, she started crying even more and tears streamed down her cheeks. “Pleathh, you have goth tho let me go, pleath…. I beg you…. No more pain” Zoë begged, finding that speech was made even more difficult with the large obstructions fixed in her tongue. “Quite slave, do not unless I instruct you to. If you speak out of turn you will be punished!” Doctor Begg said firmly before turning to his obedient slave girl assistant with his next instruction, “Amber, prepare this slave for her headgear!”
I will be seeing you again tomorrow when I will be putting you in braces, as well as carrying out a few other procedures. I took some impressions of your teeth when you were unconscious so we will be ready to start first thing in the morning. I will be working with the impressions today to see exactly what we can fit in your pretty little mouth. Make sure you get a good look at your teeth in the mirror in your cell tonight – it will probably be the last time you see them in their natural state before they are encased in metal. Make sure you feel them with your tongue – you may wish to remember the smooth feeling of the enamel because from tomorrow the only thing you will be able to feel on your teeth will be the complex array of brackets, wires, bands, hooks and springs that will make up your braces!!” Once again Zoë tried to protest but all that came out of her still wedged-open mouth was garbled moaning noise. “Oh don’t worry, it won’t hurt much. Besides, by the morning you will be glad to get those spacers taken out. I have put them in to create room between your teeth so that I can fit metal bands to all of your teeth. You must have seen those old braces from the 60s and 70s because that’s what you will be getting!! Anyway, I must be going now, I have another patient to see to. I will see you tomorrow Miss Ashworth …. oh, and don’t be late for your appointment, heh, heh!!” The Doctor left the room closing the door behind him and leaving Zoë still strapped to the chair and her mouth still wedged open with the metal jaw spreader. She desperately wanted to relax her jaw but the spreader was held firmly between her teeth and would not move. She tried to wriggle in the chair testing her bonds but the straps held her firmly and there was no way she was going to be able to wriggle free. The Doctor had been gone for over an hour and just when Zoë was thinking that she had been left in the room two large burly security guards walked into the room. They released her from the chair and then manhandled her back to her cell. The jaw spreader was left in her mouth still preventing her from speaking. She was escorted a short distance from the dental room down a brightly lit white tiled corridor. Like the dental room the corridor looked very clinical and institutionalised, like a cross between a hospital and a prison. There were a number of other cell doors along the corridor but Zoë was hurried along so she was unable to see whether they were occupied. When they reached her cell Zoë was pushed inside and the door was slammed shut. She heard a number of heavy clunks as the door was locked and she found herself locked once again in the cell. The mouth spreader was still in position and the first thing Zoë wanted to do was remove it. She went to the mirror that was fixed to the wall above the washing basin and started looking for the screw to release the spreader. He looked on both sides of the spreader but could find no screw, wingnut or other device that would release it. She started to panic and began to pull at the spreader, desperately trying to wrench it from her mouth but it was held firmly behind her front teeth. She then noticed a small hole on one side of the spreader in the hole was a tiny screw-head into which a screwdriver could be inserted. She figured this was the releasing mechanism and it dawned on her that she would not be able to remove it without a small screwdriver. The metal jaw spreader would stay in her mouth and there was little she could do about it. Zoë looked closer in the mirror looking to see what Doctor Begg had inserted between her teeth and what was now becoming very painful. She spied small pieces of yellow rubber protruding from between her front teeth. She tried picking at one of the rubber spacers with her fingernails but it was wedged tightly between the teeth. She looked past the jaw spreader at her back teeth and noticed the ends of the wire springs sticking out from her molars. Feeling around the inside of her teeth with her tongue she could feel the sharp ends of the wire springs between her molars. Zoë was a confident young lady but for the first time since her abduction she realized the extent of her predicament. She fell on the cell bed and began crying, her sobs distorted by the metal jaw spreader holding her mouth wide open. Zoë spent a very uncomfortable night in her cell. Her jaws were aching very badly from being held open for so long and the spacers between her teeth were doing their job pushing her teeth apart making her gums very sore. At one point food and drink were pushed through the hatch in the door. Her mouth was dry so she was grateful for the drink but they must have realized that she had the jaw spreader in her mouth and were tormenting her by giving her food that she obviously couldn’t eat. After bouts of sobbing and pacing around her cell fruitlessly trying to think of a way out her problem Zoë finally fell asleep around four in the morning as exhaustion took hold and counteracted the pain that had previously prevented her from sleeping. She slept for around two hours but she was suddenly woken by two men coming into her room. It was the same two security guards who escorted her yesterday. She was still in a sleepy daze as they pulled her to her feet and dragged her along the corridor back to the dental room. Doctor Begg was waiting for her, dressed in his white lab coat and white latex gloves he looked ready to begin a medical procedure. “Good morning Miss Ashworth, its so good to see you again. Today will be the first day of your new life, today is the day that you get braced. I am so much looking forward to working on you and putting you in braces. We have a lot to get through so let’s get started shall we?” The security guards escorted Zoë back to the same chair that she had been held in on the previous day.
She was pushed into the chair and the leather straps were pulled around her ankles and arms and buckled tight and found herself in exactly the same position as she had occupied for so long the previous day. The guard then pushed her head to the chair headrest and pulled the restraining strap around her neck. Zoë could feel the strap pushing at her throat and was grateful that the guard did not pull it any tighter. This time a further strap was pulled from the back of the headrest around her forehead and buckled tight. She tried to move her head but with it being strapped to the headrest very little movement was now possible. With Zoë fully secured and at the mercy of Doctor Begg, the security guards left the room leaving the Doctor to get on with his work. Doctor Begg walked over to the chair and looked down at Zoë. He could see her trying to move, testing the straps and trying to wriggle but she was held firm. As he looked over her she looked up at him, a look of anxiety spread over her face. Sitting down at the chair, the Doctor switched on a bright spotlight and pointed it towards Zoë’s face. He was now ready to begin the work of putting Zoë in braces. Leaving the jaw spreader in place he inserted some plastic wedges between Zoë’s back teeth to keep her mouth open once he had removed the spreader. He picked up a small screwdriver and inserted it in the hinge of the jaw spreader. Turning the screwdriver the hinge loosened and he was able to remove the spreader from Zoë’s mouth. Once the spreader was free he inserted a plastic device behind Zoë’s lips to pull them away from her teeth to give him unobstructed access to her mouth. Zoë’s jaws ached from being held open by the spreader for so long but even with it now removed there was no respite as she now found her mouth held open by the wedges between her back teeth. The high force spacers between her teeth had done their job overnight and were causing Zoë’s some acute pain in her gums. She was relieved when the Doctor brought out a small pair of pliers with a pointed end and began to remove the spacers one by one from between her teeth. He had to wiggle the springs free from between her molars but they were much easier to remove than they had been to insert. Once the metal springs had been taken out from between her molars he removed the rubber pieces from the rest of her teeth. With all of the spacers removed there were now small gaps between all of Zoë’s teeth and she was ready to be banded. Doctor Begg removed a white cloth that was draped over a tray to the side of his chair. Zoë desperately wanted to see what was on the tray but her head was held firm. What she couldn’t see was that the tray contained a rack of pliers of different shapes and sizes, various metal probes and other dental tools. However, perhaps the thing that would have caught her eye, if she had been able to see it, were the plaster moulds of her upper and lower teeth. She was oblivious to the fact that Doctor Begg had taken the impressions when she had been unconscious on the previous day. The moulds were placed side by side on the tray and laid out around the arch of each set of teeth were a number of small metal bands. Each band corresponded with a tooth on the plaster models. The Doctor started by drying Zoë’s teeth using a small suction hose to remove the moisture. Her mouth was already dry from being held open for so long and this task was completed very quickly. He picked up the first band and inserted it into Zoë’s mouth. She initially offered some protests with a series of angry grunts but she soon realized that she was in a helpless situation and her protests were futile. The Doctor carefully slipped the band over one of her upper molars. The spacers had created a big enough gap for the band to be easily slipped over the molar. The band was a perfect fit and the Doctor removed it from her mouth. Using a small plastic spatula he scooped some thick resin-like substance from a pot and filled the inside of the band. The band was then reinserted in Zoë’s mouth and over her molar. As it was pushed into position a small amount of excess resin squirted out from under the band. Zoë could feel the resin sucking the metal band to the surface of her tooth. Doctor Begg pushed the band as far as possible with his fingers and then Zoë’s eyes widened in horror as she saw him produce a tiny chisel and hammer. However, with the end of the chisel against the edge of the band he was able to tap it into its final position. Once he was satisfied that the band was seated far enough over the tooth he wiped away the excess resin with a cotton wool swab. And so he went on banding Zoë’s teeth one by one. Most of the bands fitted the teeth perfectly first time but the odd one required some hammering and bending to make it fit over the tooth. Due to their shape the canine teeth were particularly difficult but after 2½ hours every single one of Zoë’s teeth from molars to incisors had been fitted with a thick shiny metal band. Every tooth was now wrapped with irremovable metal. With Zoë’s teeth now in bands, the Doctor admired his work. He leaned in close to take a good look at the newly installed bands making sure that everything was in order. Welded on the front of each band was a thick square metal bracket. Each bracket had a horizontal slot ready to receive the wire that would put the pressure on Zoë’s teeth. Every bracket also had a small vertical piece protruding upwards from its corner. The Doctor inserted his finger into Zoë’s mouth behind the lip-spreader and pulled the corner of her mouth back even further so he could get a good look at the rear molar bands. The bands on the main molars had a long square metal tube welded to the band. Immediately above the tube was a tiny flat metal box-like piece that extended up over the top of the tooth. On each side of the box were a couple of thick metal hooks. Finally, below the square tube was another round slightly larger tube into which headgear bars could be inserted. Each of Zoë’s first molars had a band with this complicated arrangement integrated into it. The Doctor took particular interest in the metal box-like pieces examining them with a pointed dental probe before finally satisfying himself that the molar bands were okay. After checking all of the bands the Doctor removed the wedges and lip spreader from Zoë’s mouth. Zoë was greatly relieved to suddenly gain control of her mouth after having it wedged open for previous 24 hours. She moved her jaw up and down trying to flex the muscles and regain some feeling the jaw joints. She noticed that her jaws felt very heavy but she wasn’t sure this was down to the metal that now adorned her teeth or due to the fact that it had been wedged open for such a long time. Zoë’s mouth was extremely dry and she was grateful for the glass of water that the Doctor gave her, drinking it straight down. “I should warn you Miss Ashworth that we still have much work to do on you today. Please do not attempt to speak otherwise you will be punished” said the Doctor as he pulled an electric probe from his pocket and pointed it towards Zoë. “Please what are you doing to me….?” asked Zoë concern showing in her eyes. “I am warning you now Miss Ashworth do not speak otherwise you will be zapped and believe me it will hurt” he said, again threatening her with the probe. “The first part of your braces are complete but I have much work to do before your mouth is fully braced. These braces are similar to those that your orthodontist would use but I will be adding a few additions that your new master will use to keep you under control.” “Please I beg you, this can’t be happening, what you new mast…..” Zoë was stopped in mid sentence as the Doctor carried out his threat and shot a bolt of electricity into her side. She screamed in agony straining against the bonds that held her to the chair. “I did warn you Miss Ashworth, don’t let me have to do it again.” The pain from the electric shot was intense but mercifully short. She had so many questions but Zoë decided that she would not risk being shot again. Instead she began to feel around her mouth with her tongue. The inside of her mouth no longer felt like her own. On the back of all of her teeth on the inside of her mouth she could feel the smooth metal of the bands that were now wrapped tightly around all of her teeth. As she felt around the inside of her mouth she could feel some flat metal protrusions from the bands on her canine teeth and molars on both the upper and lower jaws. She then ran her tongue around the outside of her teeth and could feel the sharp metal edges of the brackets. Feeling around the outside of her back teeth she could feel the large rough pieces of the arrangement on the molar bands. Before she could explore any further the Doctor sat back down beside her and reinserted the lip spreader forcing her lips apart. "Now if you open your mouth for me I will continue with y "Now if you open your mouth for me I will continue with your braces” Zoë knew what would happen if she resisted and therefore she slowly opened her mouth as instructed. As soon as she did so she found that the Doctor was reinserting the plastic wedges between her back teeth to hold her mouth wide open. He adjusted the overhead spotlight, making sure that it was pointing towards Zoë’s mouth, and was ready to proceed. He picked up a pot of pale yellow liquid with a brush in it. He swirled the brush around in the liquid and then, inserting the brush into Zoë’s mouth, he started scrubbing her upper palate. The bristles on the brush were soft so as not to cause any damage to Zoë’s mouth. Zoë could detect a faint smell and taste of disinfectant. After thoroughly cleaning her upper palate he cleaned the lower palate, cleaning around and under her tongue. When he had finished with the cleaning, the Doctor picked up a small plastic object from the tray and examined it closely. He rotated it in his fingers checking it over for a final time. He then showed it to Zoë so she could see what it was. What she saw was a transparent pink plastic acrylic that was moulded to the exact shape of her upper palate. Embedded in the acrylic plate were four flat pieces of metal. She could also see something that looked like a tiny battery, similar to those used in watches, surrounded by some miniscule electrical wires set into the acrylic. The Doctor inserted the plastic plate into Zoë’s mouth and pushed it up into her upper palate. Zoë tried to protest but soon realized that, once again, there was little she could do. As the Doctor held the plate in her palate with his finger, Zoë could feel it closely hugging the roof of her mouth. Reaching down to the tray with his spare hand the Doctor picked up another piece of apparatus and held it in her mouth. There was a sudden spark and flash of bright light in Zoë’s open mouth. She felt a sensation of heat in one of her rear molars. There was another spark and flash accompanied by another sensation of heat on the opposite side of her mouth. It was then that she realized that the Doctor was welded the plate into the roof of her mouth. The metal embedded in the palatal plate lined up with the flat pieces of metal protruding from the inside of the bands on Zoë’s canines and molars. With a small spot welder the Doctor was welding the plate to the bands so that it would become a permanent and irremovable part of Zoë’s upper mouth. Another plate was inserted in Zoë’s lower palate – this plate went under her tongue and covered the whole of the lower palate. There were also metal pieces and a battery set into this plate and Zoë was disturbed to find the Doctor welding the plate to the lower bands just as he had down with the upper one. When he had finished Zoë had an upper and lower plastic plate welded to the bands on her teeth. She would have to wait though to be able to experience her new mouth as Doctor Begg was eager to continue with the braces. He inserted his fingers into Zoë’s mouth and felt around the smooth plastic plates that had just become part of her mouth. Never again would Zoë be able to feel the soft flesh under her tongue or the warm rippled texture of her upper palate. From now on all see would be able to feel on the inside of her mouth would be plastic and the metal from the bands on her teeth – giving her mouth a totally artificial feeling. What she didn’t know was that the plate welded to the roof of her mouth was made of thicker plastic towards the front of her mouth, just behind the front teeth. The purpose of this was to hamper her speech – not that she would be able or allowed to speak very much under the service of her new master. Zoë gagged slightly as the Doctor pushed his fingers too far towards her throat and he quickly retracted them not wanting to make her vomit. Her was surprised that she hadn’t gagged when he inserted the upper plate because it covered a large amount of her upper palate extending a long way towards the back of her mouth, ending where Zoë’s wisdom teeth would have been had she not had them removed. “Excellent”, Doctor Begg said to himself, “Now I will put the wires on your braces and this is where you will start to feel some pressure in your teeth” The steel bands that were forced between her teeth were already causing Zoë some pain and she was worried about what the Doctor was going to do next. The Doctor picked up a piece of thick U-shaped stainless steel wire and examined it. Bent into the wire were some loops, coils, tight springs and welded at evenly spaced intervals along the wire were a number of copper coloured hooks. He looked closely at the ends of the wire paying particular attention to some ratchet-like grooves in it. Satisfied with the wire he picked up a set of pliers and brought the wire up towards Zoë’s mouth. Her eyes widened in horror as he brought the evil looking wire up to her wedged open mouth. He brought the wire up to Zoë’s upper teeth and lined it up with the slots in the brackets that adorned the front of the bands. Slowly he moved it towards the brackets and as he did so he squeezed the ends of the wire to make sure that they lined up with the top tubes on her rear molar bands. As he located the ends of the wire in the tubes there was initially some resistance but then as he began to push it home there was a click. The ratchet grooves in the ends of the wire were engaged in the tiny gear mechanism that was housed in the mysterious flat box above the tubes. As he pushed it further into place there were a series of tiny clicks as the wire was engaged within the miniscule winding gears. Zoë could her the clicking sound and was concerned about what was happening in her mouth. Finally the front of the wire was in the slots on the brackets on the front teeth and the Doctor could not push the wire any further. With the pliers he reached into the back of Zoë’s mouth and grabbed hold of the wire that was protruding from the molar tube. He pulled it and there were a couple of clicks. He did the same on the other side of her mouth and now Zoë could feel the wire pushing up against her front teeth. He now had to tie the wire in place and to do this he was going to use some thick wire ligatures. The wire ligatures were thicker than those that are used on normal braces but the braces that were being fitted in Zoë’s mouth were by no means normal. Starting at the front incisors he wrapped a wire ligature around the bracket and then twisted it tight with the pliers to secure the archwire in the bracket. As soon as he twisted the ligature tight Zoë could feel a sensation of pressure on her front teeth. He continued with the rest of Zoë’s upper teeth and as he secured each ligature the pressure gradually increased. When the upper archwire was completely tied to all the brackets the Doctor snipped off the excess ligature wire with a pair of clippers, with each clip resonating through Zoë’s highly tensioned upper teeth. He tucked the clipped end of the ligature wires behind the archwire so that they would not cause the inside of Zoë’s lips too much distress. There were plenty of other things in Zoë’s mouth that would be causing her distress. With Zoë’s upper mouth now wired, the Doctor turned his attention to wiring up Zoë’s lower braces. He picked up another thick stainless steel U-shaped wire and again examined it closely purposely making sure that Zoë could see it before he inserted it in her mouth. She could already feel the tightness of the upper wire on her teeth and was dreading a similar feeling on her lower teeth. As with the upper wire the lower wire also contained a number of tortuous looking springs and hooks. He inserted it in Zoë’s mouth and pushed it into the lower brackets, lining the ends up with the molar tubes. As with the upper wire there was a clicking sound as the Doctor pushed the wire through the molar tubes. Soon the lower wire was also tied in with the same thick ligature wires and the whole of Zoë’s mouth felt very tight and under considerable tension, but the Doctor was not finished and he had some more work to do. From the top pocket of his lab coat he pulled out a small clear plastic packet containing a number of tiny coil springs. He pulled one of the springs from the packet and put the packet down on his worktable. The coil spring was about half an inch in length but only a couple of millimetres in diameter. He inserted his finger in the corner of Zoë’s mouth and pulled her lips back to get better access to the side and back of her mouth. He looped one end of the spring over a hook on Zoë’s rear molar band, and then stretching the spring, he pulled the other end over a high hook that was welded to the bracket on her canine. This was a long high hook that extended over the top of tooth to the gum. As soon as the spring was placed over the hook there was yet more pressure on the upper right side of Zoë’s mouth. She let out a slight wincing sound as the spring pulled on her already sore teeth. The spring was stretched between the two hooks running parallel to the archwire, but above the teeth along the side of the gum. The Doctor inserted another spring on the opposite site of her mouth adding yet more pressure. Two more springs were attached in a similar arrangement on the lower teeth, again stretching between hooks on the lower canines and lower molars. These springs were stretched parallel to the lower archwire, running beneath the lower teeth along the lower gum. With the four springs now in place Zoë could feel them pulling on her front teeth. “There”, said the Doctor admiring his work, “those are just trainer springs which add quite a small amount of pressure to your front teeth. In time we will change those to some heavier springs but we don’t want to cause you too much discomfort…not for the time being at least, heh, heh”. Zoë gargled an angry response, hatred showing on her face. “Now, now you must learn to control your emotions. If you can’t do that your life here will be more miserable. If you show anger then you will be punished!” “I’m just going to tie those springs in place to prevent you from removing them…although I don’t know whether you will be able to reach your mouth with your hands once you begin your new life. I shall take the necessary precautions anyhow.” The Doctor used some very thin light wire to tie the ends of each spring to the hooks. The wire was looped through the end of the spring before being looped, twisted and tied around the hooks. This meant that the springs could not be removed from the hooks unless the tie wire was cut. “There, that’s the main part of your braces finished. We have some more work to do on you yet. “We have some more work to do on you yet though, but that will come later this afternoon. What I need to do now is give you a demonstration as to how you will be controlled by your braces” With a pointed metal probe the Doctor began poking around the back of Zoë’s teeth. She could feel him pushing the probe around the sides of her banded molars. On the rear molar the Doctor found the slot he was looking for and pushed the probe in. Zoë detected a slight buzzing sound and felt the sensation of the archwire tightening very slightly on her right side. With all the metal bands, brackets, wires and springs that had been inserted into her mouth Zoë’s teeth were now very sensitive and even the slightest touch seemed to cause her some discomfort. He detected a look of concern on Zoë’s face as she heard the buzzing and felt the wire tightening around her teeth. “Oh don’t worry my dear. You are probably wondering what I am up to now, well I am just activating your braces. Unlike normal orthodontic braces the wires you have are self-tightening. They are controlled by tiny electric motors that are housed in your molar bands where the wires are anchored. The motors are powered by the batteries in your palatal plates. As I activate each motor you should feel the braces tightening ever so slightly. Once the motors have been activated I will be able to give you a little demonstration. Now bear with me while I just finish this….” The Doctor inserted the probe into the remaining three molar bands. The tiny motor was housed in the metal covering above the molar tubes and as he activated each one tiny gears engaged in the ratchets in the end of the archwire. As the gears engaged, the archwire that was tied in Zoë’s brackets pulled even tighter increasing the sensitivity in her tensioned teeth. The Doctor finally removed the plastic wedges and lip spreader from Zoë’s mouth and she began flexing her jaw to try to regain some feeling in her facial muscles. Doctor Begg held a glass of water to her mouth, which Zoë gratefully accepted. The Doctor tipped the glass between her lips and Zoë sucked the water down her throat as best she could with all the new foreign objects that had been installed in her mouth. The Doctor took the glass away and went across to the other side of the room leaving Zoë to become acquainted with her braces. Zoë was alarmed to discover that she could hardly feel any part of the inside of her natural mouth. Her mouth now felt totally foreign to her and somehow smaller and restricted. With her tongue she could feel that her upper and lower palates were now totally covered in a smooth plastic acrylic. Running her tongue around the inside of her teeth all she could feel with the smooth warm
metal of the bands that were wrapped around each one of her teeth. She tasted a horrible bitter metallic taste on her tongue as she ran it around the back of her teeth. Running her tongue around the outside of her teeth was no better because all she could feel was the jagged edges of her braces punctuated only by the surface of the smooth tight wire that arched around her teeth. Even on parts of her gums she could feel some uncomfortable pieces of hardware. “Pleath what have you done to my mouth”, she pleaded to the Doctor. “All I have done so far is put you in braces.” “Thethe can’t be bratheth. Thith ith jutht…….oh my god, I can’t even talk properly anymore”. Zoë was having difficulty talking not only from the metal in her mouth but also because of the thick pieces of acrylic on her upper palate and under her tongue. The acrylic plate fixed to her upper palate had been made deliberately thick to induce a lisp in her speech. “That’s the idea, let’s just say that the Baron doesn’t like his slaves to be too…..talkative!” “Oh my god, thith juthd can’t be happening. Pleath I will do anything …. Juthd let me go…pleath.” Zoë pleaded, lisping with her now garbled speech. “I can assure you that it is happening and you now have a full set of metal braces. Your braces will feel a little strange now but in time you will grow accustomed to them….you may even begin to like them or enjoy them. Your braces are the first part of your transformation into a slavegirl and are just one of many devices that will be used to keep you in bondage.” “Pleath, let me go…. I will do anything. If it’th money you are after my family will pay it. Oh god pleath help me, pleath…” begged Zoë once again, as a single tear ran down her cheek. “No Miss Ashworth we don’t want your money….we want you” the Doctor responded forcefully. “You won’t get away with thith you bathtardth. My family will thearcth for me and find me. You juthd can’t keep me here forever…” lisped Zoë as another tear ran down here face over her top lip and into her metal mouth. “I think its time I gave you a little demonstration as to how we will be using your braces to control and discipline you” said the Doctor as he sat back down alongside Zoë. “What do you mean control me…” sobbed Zoë. “I just need to have one final check of your braces and I will show you” said the Doctor in an ominous tone. With Zoë still strapped in the chair and sobbing quietly Doctor Begg inserted his fingers behind Zoë’s lips and pulled them back to expose her teeth. There was little remaining of Zoë’s teeth to expose now that they were almost completely covered in metal bands, brackets, wires and springs. Pulling Zoë’s lips back almost as far as they would go the Doctor closely examined Zoë’s newly braced mouth. He carefully ran his finger around the braces, pausing to push on one of the spring loops that was bent into the upper archwire. As he pushed against the wire a bolt of pain shot through Zoë’s upper jaw causing her to wince sharply. “Good” ,said the Doctor looking satisfied with his work. “You will have a chance to view your new slave adornments shortly but I will just explain what I have done. All of your teeth have been banded with metal bands. These are wrapped tightly around each tooth and held in place with permanent glue. You have thick steel wires running through brackets on the front of the bands and the archwires have been tied in place with steel wire ligatures. The ligatures have been twisted tight so that they cannot be easily removed. The archwires are gripped in tubes that are fixed to your rear teeth and some additional tension is being applied by coil springs along the sides of your mouth.”
The Doctor, appearing to take great pleasure in describing what he had done to Zoë’s mouth, continued his description “Fixed permanently in the top and bottom of your mouth, welded to the bands so that they cannot be removed are acrylic plates. Although these plates have been moulded to the contours and shape of your mouth, the upper plate has been made deliberately thick to obstruct your speech – as you have already discovered much to your distress.” “No, no… you bathtard” sobbed Zoë. The Doctor pulled what looked like a small black plastic box similar to a television remote control from his pocket. This was smaller than a TV remote and only had four buttons. “And now for that demonstration I have been promising you” Doctor Begg held the remote control so that Zoë could see what he was doing and pressed one of the buttons. Zoë heard a small buzzing towards the back of her mouth and then suddenly she could feel the archwire on her upper braces tightening around her teeth. The Doctor held his finger on the button and the archwire continued to tighten as it was pulled back by the tiny motors in the molar bands. Zoë groaned in pain as the archwire wire pushed against her already tense teeth and she thought that her teeth would be pushed from her gums. “pleath sthop….aaaahh” Zoë gasped in pain. “pleath sthop….aaaahh” Zoë gasped in pain. Mercifully the Doctor removed his finger from the remote and the archwire stopped tightening. Zoë’s upper teeth felt under considerable pressure from the tightened archwire. Unfortunately there was no respite for Zoë as the Doctor pressed another button and the archwire on her bottom braces began to tighten. Zoë groaned once again, her face contorted in pain, her back arching in the chair and head pushing into the headrest as the archwire slowly tightened around her bottom teeth. The Doctor kept his finger pressed firmly on the remote button and the archwire continued to tighten even further. Zoë desperately wanted to reach up to her mouth to try to ease the pain in some way but with her wrists still strapped to the chair she was helpless. Even if her wrists had been free there would have been little she could have done to prevent her braces from tightening and causing the unbearable throbbing pain in her mouth. Just as the pain was almost becoming too much for Zoë the Doctor removed his finger from the button. The archwires around Zoë’s upper and lower teeth were now pulled extremely tight leaving her teeth feeling very sore and aching. “There, that was just a quick demonstration of your braces. You see if you fail to do as you are told or do not obey your new master, for example, we can use a little persuasion or punishment by simply tightening your braces with this remote control. It’s a very effective method of control I’m sure you will agree” Zoë couldn’t respond initially as she was sobbing quietly in distress. Eventually she choked back the tears and stuttered “Pl…pleath….I will do anything you thay…..juthd releath the prethure in my mouth” “I am so glad you understand. I will release some of the pressure but not all of it otherwise the braces wouldn’t be doing their job would they?” The Doctor pressed two other buttons on the remote at the same time and slowly Zoë could feel the archwires loosening their grip from around her braces. When the Doctor released the buttons some pressure remained but it was nowhere near that she had experienced a few moments earlier. “If I was to keep pressing these buttons now the archwires would move in the opposite direction and pull your teeth outward inducing a different kind of discomfort in your mouth.” he explained, “Now I am going to release you from the chair and I just need to take a few measurements before you are returned to your cell.” The Doctor unbuckled the straps that had been holding Zoë in the chair and instructed her to stand. Still wearing her underwear, Zoë got shakily to her feet and immediately put her right hand up to her mouth. Just as she was feeling the sharp edges of her braces behind her lips the Doctor ordered her to keep her arms at her side. Zoë stood upright still quietly sobbing as the Doctor produced a tape measure. He then proceeded to take measurements around her ankles, wrists, waist, chest and neck, writing down the details of each measurement. “What is your shoe size?” asked the Doctor when he had finished his measuring. “What….why do you need to know my sthoe thithe?” “From now on answer my questions when I ask them or I will give you another demonstration of your braces.” threatened the Doctor, his finger hovering over one of the buttons on the remote. “Thix….I take thithe thix” she lisped quickly “Ok, I am finished with you for now. You can go back to your cell to get acquainted with your braces but I will be seeing you again tomorrow to complete your fitting.” Zoë was escorted from the Doctor’s surgery and soon found herself alone once again in the cell. Although she was eager to find out exactly what had been installed in her mouth. It was with some trepidation that she approached the small mirror on the cell wall. As she stood facing the mirror she could see that her lips were bulging outwards giving them a much fuller look than they had prior to her bracing. The braces were pushing from behind her lips and there was a small gap between them through which she could detect a metallic glint. Very slowly Zoë bared her teeth in the mirror and she almost fainted at the sight that greeted her. She quickly closed her mouth and brought her hand up to cover her mouth, almost as if she was trying to keep the sight of her braces from her own eyes. She stood facing the mirror for a long time before taking a deep breath and baring her teeth once more. The shock she received from seeing the braces on her teeth was no less than before but this time she was able to maintain her compose and keep her teeth bared. The white enamel of her teeth was almost completely covered by the metal bands and only the tips and upper parts of her teeth were visible. Looking at her teeth behind her canines Zoë noticed that the bands covered even more of the teeth with only the tips being visible and the metal band extending to the top of the tooth to the gum-line. The bands were wrapped tightly around each tooth and had a very permanent look to them. On the front of each band was a large metal bracket and running through the brackets on the upper and lower teeth was a straight thick wire. Light glinted off the wire that held tightly in the brackets as Zoë examined it. Welded to the wire between some of the brackets were some hooks. Bent into the wires between the incisors and canines and between the canines and bicuspids were some tight loops. He carefully ran her finger over the braces feeling the sharp edges of the brackets that had been irritating the inside of her lips. Pulling the corner of her mouth Zoë was able to spy the coil spring that were fixed to a high hook on her canine teeth running along the gum line to the back of her mouth where it was fixed to a hook on one of the rear teeth. She touched the spring very carefully running her finger along its tiny close coils. As she touched it she could feel it pulling on her front teeth and quickly removed her finger before it added any more pain to her sore and tender mouth. Pulling the corner of her mouth back even further she could see the bands and the other complex parts of her braces fixed on her back teeth. She probed around her back teeth with her index finger seeing if she could find the motor that pulled on the archwire but is was all cleverly concealed somewhere within the metal apparatus. Zoë opened her mouth a bit wider and pushed her finger up into her upper palate. She could feel the smooth warm plastic of the plate that was welded permanently into the roof of her mouth. She then ran her finger around the lower part of her mouth feeling the plastic plate fixed permanently under her tongue. She bared her teeth into the mirror once more and as she did so a solitary tear ran down her face. Zoë could take no more and collapsed on the bed crying uncontrollably, induced partly from her predicament and partly due to increasing pain from her braces. She remained on her bed for hours burying her face in the pillow ignoring the food that was passed through the hatch in the door. Zoë was woken suddenly when two security guards entered her cell. She had slept very little having been kept awake by the pain from her braces. She had finally drifted to sleep in the early hours and had been sleeping for less than three hours when she was disturbed by a loud clunk from the steel door as the guards entered the room. As she woke up, the first thing she felt was the aching pain running through her upper and lower teeth. Barely having time to come to her senses, Zoë was pulled from her bed and lifted on to her feet by the guards. Holding her tightly, one on each arm, they then dragged her out of the cell and into the brightly lit corridor. Zoë blinked repeatedly as she tried to become accustomed to the pulsating bright light. As she gradually came more to her senses she noticed a horrible rancid taste in her mouth. She could taste the metal from the bands on her teeth, she could taste the plastic from the acrylic plates fixed firmly above and below her tongue, and she could taste the bitterness of the various chemicals that had been used to fix the braces permanently to her teeth. This all added to the general unpleasant feeling that she had in her mouth. The guards led Zoë a short distance along the corridor past a number of other cells and Zoë wondered whether there were any other girls like her who had been snatched from the real world to live in this living nightmare. Soon they came to a cell with an open door and Zoë was pushed though the door before it was slammed shut behind her. Doctor Begg was waiting for her; he was stood in the centre of the room with his arms folded across his chest. Zoë looked around the windowless room. In one corner was a glass shower cubicle and along one side of the square room was a long workbench covered with a white cloth. Large bumps under the cloth indicated that it was covering a number of objects. Suspended from the ceiling was a single large light bulb and hanging next to it on a chain was a rather threatening looking silver hook. “Good morning Miss Ashworth, and how are you feeling today?” “I feel terrible thankth to you. Wh…wh.. what are you going to do to me now?” sniffed Zoë eying the hook hanging from the ceiling. “Why, I’m going to complete your transformation into a slavegirl. Now remove your underwear and take a shower” he said motioning her towards the cubicle. “I…I...I can’t do that here….and whath that hook hanging from the theiling for. Pleath don’t hurt me!” “Just do as I say and you will not be harmed” said the Doctor as he reached into his lab coat pocket and pulled out the remote control. “Perhaps you need a little persuasion” he said with an evil looking grin as he pressed his finger to the button on the remote. Zoë immediately felt the archwire tightening around her upper braces. Her teeth had become very sensitive during her first night in braces and as the wire began to tighten a jolt of pain shot through the nerve endings of her upper teeth. “Aaaahhhh” Zoë screamed, “pleath sthop…..I’ll do ath you thay…pleath don’t tighten my bratheth any more!” “Good, you see how effective those braces are” said the Doctor as he showed some mercy and released the button on the remote. “I will leave the tension in your braces just to remind you what will happen if you fail to cooperate, now please remove your underwear and take a shower so we can get started” Slowly and rather self consciously, Zoë removed her underwear so that she stood naked, arms clasped across her bare chest. Her healthy lightly tanned skin shone under the bright light and she removed the band holding her hair in a ponytail letting her light brown hair fall to her shoulders. “Good, now step into the shower” instructed the Doctor. Zoë did as the Doctor order and soon she was washing herself under the warm water of the shower. She quickly washed her hair and body and nervously stepped out of the cubicle where she was startled to see a tall scantily clan blonde girl handing her a towel. The Doctor was nowhere to be seen and in his place was this strange looking girl. The fact that the girl was there handing her a towel had caught Zoë unawares but the girl’s clothing and general appearance added to the surprise. The blonde girl had a sullen, almost vacant look on her face, with her large empty blue eyes and big red pouty lips. Zoë took the towel and continued staring at the girl. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail and around her neck was a shiny thick steel collar. Around her body was a black leather corset, which appeared to pinch her body into an unfeasible shape. The corset accentuated the girl’s shapely hips, pinching in her stomach, and then leaving her pert breasts exposed. Locked around the girl’s waist was a shiny metal chastity belt, with shaped metal plates covering her crotch and rear. On the girl’s feet were a pair of extremely high-heeled black leather pumps. As she handed Zoë the towel, Zoë noticed that on her wrists were a pair of delicate silver manacles separated by a 12-inch long length of heavy chain. Zoë took the towel and began to quickly dry herself.
“Pleath, you have got to help me….. I have been kidnapped and I am being held captive here…wherever thith ith. I think they are going to do lotth of awful thingth to me. Look they have already put me in bratheth” said Zoë pointing to the metal on her teeth. The girl showed little reaction and continued staring blankly at Zoë. “Pleath, who are you, where did you come from….you mutht help me, they have fixthed all thith metal to my teeth and I can’t do anything about it”, Zoë pleaded with the girl who continued to show no reaction. “Oh pleath….you mutht get me out of thith! Do you underthand me, ….ohhh thethe bratheth are dithtorting my thpeach” Zoë grabbed the girl by the arms and started to shake her trying to get a reaction. The chain between her wrists jangled as Zoë shook her. “Why won’t you anther me? Come on thpeak to me…..” Zoë was interrupted as Doctor Begg re-entered the room with an evil smile on his face. “I see that you have met one of your fellow slaves” said the Doctor as he walked over to the two girls. Zoë quickly wrapped the towel around her body to cover her nakedness from the Doctor. “This is Amber, she will be assisting me with your preparation today…oh, and don’t bother trying to speak to her, she won’t answer you…..in fact she can’t answer you!” said the Doctor with that evil smile again. “What do you mean, can’t she thpeak?”, enquired Zoë. “Oh she can speak, it’s just that she is prevented from doing so at the moment. You see, last week she spoke out of turn to her master and as part of her punishment she had to have her jaws wired together. Like all the girls here, Amber is in braces but I have wired her upper and lower braces together to prevent her from talking”. Amber showed no resistance as the Doctor parted her lips to show Zoë the braces on her front teeth. Amber’s braces were similar to Zoë’s with large metal bands wrapped around each tooth and a thick wire running through the chunky brackets on the front of each tooth. However, Zoë could see that between each corresponding upper and lower bracket there was a length of thick ligature wire, tying them together and preventing any movement of Amber’s jaws. “Let Amber’s punishment be a warning to you. In serving your new master you must showobedience and discipline otherwise you will be punished and we will use your braces to inflict that punishment. Now step over to the centre of the room so we can begin”. The Doctor grabbed the towel pulling it away from Zoë’s body so that she stood completely naked under the bright light. “Now we will begin your fitting,” he said, “Amber, remove the cover from the fitting table” Amber nodded to obey his order, a glimpse of metal showing between her red lips, before pulling the white cloth from the long table. As she did so Zoë turned her head to see what was on the table but she didn’t like the look of what she could see. Spread out on the table were manacles, chains, leather straps, and a number of evil looking tools. “Pleath, what are you going to do to me now, pleath tell me?” pleaded Zoë. “Face forward” ordered the Doctor. Zoë stared at him for a moment before hesitantly obeying his instruction. “Amber can you bring me the wrist bracelets”. Amber immediately did as instructed and handed him a pair of silver stainless steel manacles with a short length of heavy iron chain between them, her own wrist chain jangling as she did so. Taking the bracelets the Doctor quickly snapped them around Zoë’s wrists. The bracelets were a good fit as they snapped snugly around Zoë’s slender wrists. Zoë initially pulled against the chain that connected her wrists but then the Doctor grabbed the chain and forcefully lifted Zoë’s arms above her head. She tried to resist but the Doctor was much stronger than she, and he looped the chain over the hook that was hanging from the ceiling so that Zoë now stood naked with her arms chained above her head. “Now I have you where I want you” said the Doctor eyeing his subject chained helplessly before him. “Pleath don’t hurt me, I beg you….” “I have had enough of your whining, I want to carry out the remainder of my work in silence. Amber, bring me the mouth gag appliance” Amber brought over what looked like a large bulky lump of pink plastic and handed it to the Doctor. The Doctor brought out the remote control and pressed his finger on the buttons that tighten Zoë’s braces. Zoë’s eyes widened as she saw the dreaded remote control and soon she could once again feel the wires tightening around her teeth. Quickly the pain became almost unbearable and as she let out a gasp the Doctor quickly inserted the bulky lump of plastic into her mouth. It was such a large piece of plastic that even as he forced Zoë’s jaws apart he had to use some force to push it past Zoë’s braced teeth. The plastic had been molded to the exact shape of the inside of her mouth behind her teeth and its upper and lower surfaces made a perfect contact with the acrylic plates fixed to Zoë’s palates. There was a hollow opening in the centre of the plastic and as it was forced further into Zoë’s mouth she couldn’t avoid inserting her tongue into the void, as there was nowhere else for it to go. As the plastic gag was pushed into place Zoë instinctively bit down and as she did so she could feel the plastic slotting into position, it’s surfaces mating perfectly with those of the palatal plates. She also found that her side teeth, from her canines to molars, fitted perfectly into indentations molded into flanges in the plastic that went between the bite of her upper and lower jaws. “Mmmmmmhhhhhh” gargled Zoë as she tried to fight the bulky appliance that now filled her mouth. She tried to move her tongue but found that it was trapped within the plastic with little room for any movement. “Oh don’t worry that won’t be a permanent addition to your mouth……..well, not for the time being at least. I just like to work in silence that’s all. Now I’m just going to temporarily wire your jaws together so there is no way that you can dislodge the gag while I am working on you” Parting Zoë’s lips to expose the complex braces on her teeth, the Doctor took a length of thick ligature wire and anchored it around the hook on the bracket of her upper right bicuspid. He pulled the wire down and looped it around the hook on the corresponding lower bicuspid bracket before twisting the ends of the wire together with his pliers. As he twisted the wire Zoë could feel it pulling her jaws together making her bite more firmly into the plastic. Once it was twisted tightly he snipped off the end of excess wire. The Doctor then repeated the process on the opposite side of her mouth and soon her jaws were wired tightly together with the lump of plastic filling her mouth behind her teeth. Zoë desperately tried to open her mouth but found little movement as the wire wrapped around the brackets on her bicuspid teeth held her jaws firm, her teeth biting into the plastic gag. “Mmmmmhhhh” she gargled again, her eyes wide with horror and her metal mouth propped half open by the lump of plastic wedged firmly between her teeth. She stood on tiptoes with her arms chained to the hook high above her head trying desperately to wriggle free. “Now we have you silenced I can work in relative peace. Amber can you please bring me the chastity belt” ordered the Doctor. The similarly silenced Amber picked up a heavy looking shining metal object from the table, there was clanking of metal as she lifted it from the work surface, and brought it to the Doctor. The belt consisted of two main pieces – a wide steel waistband and hinged from the centre of the band was curved triangular shaped metal plate that would go in front of and between Zoë’s legs. The Doctor placed the 4-inch wide shiny steel band around Zoë’s waist, just above her hips, before closing it with a positive snapping sound. Zoë wriggled as she felt the cold metal band being fixed around her waist. The band was a very snug fit leaving little room between the metal and Zoë’s soft smooth flesh. The curved metal plate hung from the band resting in front of Zoë’s vagina. Zoë could feel the cool metal of the chastity belt band wrapped tightly around her body. “Stand with your legs apart”, the Doctor ordered. Zoë shook her head as if to say no. She could see the evil looking belt that he was about to lock on her and she did not want to comply with his orders. “Do as I say immediately, slave girl!” he ordered, but this time more forcefully. Zoë ahead shook her head, the chains jangling on her wrists above her head as she did so. “You have left me no choice but to use this once again” he said as he showed Zoë the remote control for her braces. Before she had time to change her mind and obey his command she once again felt the wires tightening in the brackets that were banded permanently to her upper and lower teeth. Her teeth were still very sore from her banding and she immediately felt the pain as the wires began to tighten. She moaned in pain, her groans muffled by the plastic gag fixed in her mouth. Zoë knew she had to obey his command and open her legs but suspended as she was from the ceiling it was very difficult for her to do so. On her tip toes she eventually managed to stand with her legs apart and as she did the Doctor reached between them and pulled the hinged plate through. There was another positive clicking sound as he secured the curved plate to a locking catch on the back of the belt band and then the chastity belt was locked irremovably on Zoë. The crotch plate was formed to Zoë’s exact shape and she could feel the cold smooth metal between her legs. The front of the plate covering her vagina was made of stainless steel with a small slot between her legs. The edges of the slot were serrated with a series of sharp points. The plate narrowed where it passed between her legs before dividing into two thin bands, which followed the curves of her ass. The bands met where they locked on to the thick band around her waist. Zoë looked down at the metal chastity belt locked tightly around her body. She now had metal locked on her teeth, her wrists and her body and she dreaded to think what would be coming next. “You have been fitted with a chastity belt to which only your new Master holds the key and he therefore will determine whether you receive any sexual pleasure. He may decide to leave you in the belt permanently so you will just have to contain any sexual urges that you have. Oh and don’t try pleasuring yourself as that thin slot in the front of your belt, which will allow you to urinate, is surrounded by a sharp serrated edge” said the Doctor with an evil smile on his face. Zoë stared at the Doctor with a look of shock as she, once again, tried to comprehend what was happening to her. “The baron likes all of his slave girls to be shapely and have a good posture and so the next item you will be fitted with will be a leather corset. This will give you an hourglass figure and ensure that you stand up straight at all times and have the correct posture for a disciplined slave girl” he explained, “Amber, bring me this slave’s corset”. Amber immediately obeyed and fetched the black leather corset from the table before handing it to the Doctor. The corset was made of hard black leather and was identical to the one worn by Amber. The Doctor wrapped the corset around Zoë’s slim body. She squirmed slightly as he did so as she could feel the hard leather pushing up against her body. Amber held the corset to Zoë’s body so that the Doctor could go and stand behind her to begin lacing it up.
There was a four-inch gap between the two edges of the corset and working from the bottom up, the Doctor started pulling on the laces to bring the two edges together. As soon as he pulled on the first set of laces, Zoë could feel the corset pushing into her stomach and against her spine. Doctor Begg worked methodically on the laces gradually moving up the corset bringing the two edges of the garment together. With each pull of the laces Zoë could feel the corset closing around her body squeezing her stomach from all directions and forcing her spine upright. As he worked his way towards the top of the corset it got much harder to pull the edges together and at one point the Doctor had to push his knee into Zoë’s back to gain extra leverage to pull on the laces. Zoë groaned into the plastic mouthpiece gag that was jammed into her braced mouth as the corset forced her body into a seemingly impossible shape. Finally the Doctor finished tying the laces giving the last tie an extra hard pull, cinching the corset even tighter around Zoë’s body. When he had finished Zoë’s stomach was squeezed in and she was forced to stand in an upright position, her arms still hanging from the chain above her head. The corset was shaped so that it left her breasts exposed and it pushed them into an upright position. The Doctor finished up by inserted small brass padlocks through two rings set in each edge of the corset, at the top and bottom, so that it was now tied and locked irremovably on Zoë’s body. “Mmmmmggghhh” Zoë groaned into the gag once again, with a mixture of pain and anger. She found that the corset was squeezing her body so tightly that it making it difficult for her to breath properly. The Doctor stood back and looked Zoë up and down, admiring his work. “I am so glad to hear that you like your new corset. What I have just fitted you with is just a trainer corset and with time we will fit you with tighter and tighter corsets until you reach the ideal shape and posture. As you can see Amber here is at quite an advanced stage in her figure training”. Zoë looked across at Amber, who was stood perfectly upright just behind the Doctor, and noticed how her midriff was almost half the width of her hips and chest. “Excellent” said the Doctor appearing satisfied with his new slave girl creation chained up before him “I have restricted your mouth, arms, and body and I now need to place some restrictions on your feet and legs. I’m going to fit you with some appropriate footwear but before I do that I will just need to restrain your legs, I don’t want you kicking out at me while I’m fitting your new shoes”. Zoë looked at him with wide frightened eyes, her mouth held half open with the plastic gag wedged in her mouth. The pink plastic of the gag was visible between her teeth and the metal bands of her braces showing from under her lips. “Amber, bring me the ankle chain and also fetch the shoes that I have selected for this slave,” the Doctor ordered. Amber quickly went over to the worktable and picked up some silver shackles with a length of chain between them, similar to those that she, and now Zoë, wore on her wrists. She also picked up what looked like a brown cardboard shoebox and brought it to Doctor Begg. He took the shackles and chain and, bending down at Zoë’s feet, he snapped the silver bracelets around her ankles. There was a loud click as each bracelet was secured around her slender ankles. Each bracelet was made of shiny stainless steel, about 2½ inches in width, and was connected with a length of heavy looking chain, approximately 1½ foot long. Like the wrist bracelets the ankle bracelets were a tight fit leaving little space between the metal and her skin. Zoë moved her feet as she adjusted to the feel of the cold metal clasped tightly around her ankles, the heavy chain jangling softly as she did so. Once the ankle chain was fitted, Amber handed the Doctor the open shoebox. He briefly examined the contents before removing the protective tissue paper wrapping and pulling out a high-heeled black leather pump with a double ankle strap. He held it resting in his palm of his hand and brought it in front of Zoë so that she could see it. Zoë could detect a strong smell of new shoe leather as he brought it towards her. “This will be the type of footwear that you will be wearing from now on, nothing but high heels for you 24 hour per day. The heels on these pumps are 5 inches and I imagine these are higher than anything you have worn before. We will use these to break you in, but before long you will graduate to 6 inch heels”. He pulled on one of the black leather straps, “these straps will be locked around your ankles so you will not be able to remove the shoes! As with your braces, chastity belt, and corset your Master will have full control over them and will decide how long you wear them for.” Now, lift your right foot up for me and I will fit your new footwear. Not wanting to incur any more pressure on her teeth from her braces, Zoë nervously did as she was told and lifted her bare foot off the ground. The ankle chain jangled as she lifted her foot and she was momentarily surprised at how heavy the chain felt between her ankles. Kneeling down at her feet Doctor Begg slipped the high-heeled pump over her foot. It was a very tight fit and he had to use a shoehorn to force the back of the shoe over Zoë’s heel. He went on to fit the left shoe and soon Zoë found herself perched rather precariously in the high heel pumps. With the shoes fitted the Doctor turned his attention to their ankle straps. In turn he pulled each of the straps tightly around Zoë’s ankle before fastening them with their silver buckles. The buckles had been specially adapted and through each one he inserted a tiny silver padlock to ensure that the straps could not be unbuckled. The shoes were therefore locked on Zoë’s feet and couldn’t be removed without unlocking the padlocks on the double ankle straps. Doctor Begg took a step back and admired his latest slave girl creation, looking her up and down with a satisfied look on his face. All Zoë could manage in response was a muffled groan from behind her braces and the plastic gag that filled her mouth. Her lithe body remained stretched out before the Doctor, her arms chained high above her head as she stood teetering on tip-toes in her newly fitted high heels. She could feel the tight unforgiving leather of the high-heeled pumps clasped around her feet and their ankle straps locked tightly around her slender ankles. Her legs wobbled briefly as she struggled to balance on the 5 inch high heels, the ankle chain locked on her ankles jangling as she sought to retain her balance. The Doctor then turned to his slave girl assistant, “Amber, fetch me this slave girl’s collar”. Amber immediately obeyed his order and collected an object from the workbench and brought it over to Doctor Begg, her own restraint chains jangling as she did so. She handed him a thick heavy looking ring of shiny stainless steel. Zoë caught a glimpse of the metal collar that was about to be locked around her neck and tried to voice her protests from behind the cruel gag that was wired in her mouth. “Now, now, don’t you worry my little one, I’m just going to collar you. Your collar is of course one of the ultimate symbols of your enslavement and your bondage, just like your braces.” he explained, “but if I hear any more noise from you I may just have to add a little more pressure to your braces to keep you quiet!” The Doctor opened the silver stainless steel ring, which had a discrete hinge set in it, and held it around Zoë’s neck. He looked into her tear stained blue eyes and smiled an evil smile before closing the metal collar firmly around her neck. There was a positive clicking sound as he locked the collar on Zoë’s neck. As it was locked on, Zoë momentarily thought she was going to choke, as it was so very tight with the metal being snug against her throat. The collar was a 2-inch wide band of steel ringing Zoë’s neck and it was so
wide that it had the effect of forcing her to keep her head up, almost as if it were a posture collar. Set in the front of the collar was a heavy looking metal ring, about 1½ inches in diameter, to which chains, ropes and perhaps a leash could be attached. Just below the ring there was a small silver plate welded smoothly to the surface of the collar and engraved on the plate was an inscription which read “braces slave”. Zoë now had stainless steel bands locked around her wrists, ankles and neck, and of course she also had those that were wrapped around each one of her teeth. “Now, my braces slave, it is time for me to do a little bit of piercing on you” the Doctor announced. Zoë’s eyes widened with horror above her wedged-open mouth. What exactly is he going to pierce she thought to herself and at the same time realizing that she was totally powerless to do anything about it. Amber handed the Doctor a rather evil looking chrome device – it looked a little like a pistol but there was a large needle protruding from it and there was some kind of small gas canister attached to it. He brought it up to Zoë’s left tit and clamped the end of the device around her nipple. Zoë screamed through the gag as she realized what was about to happen, but it was to little avail. The Doctor made a quick final check and pulled a trigger on the device. There was a hiss as gas was realized from the canister and the needle shot cleanly through the flesh of Zoë’s nipple, pulling a stainless steel rod through in the process. Zoë screamed in agony as she felt the intense searing pain as the Doctor pierced her nipple. Her jaws strained against the ligature wire that bound them tightly together, as she tried to let out her scream. When the Doctor removed the piercing gun, Zoë was left with a thick steel pin about one inch long pierced cleanly through her left nipple. On one end of the pin was a round steel ball and the Doctor screwed a similar ball onto the other end of the pin. Zoë could feel the pin moving in her nipple as Doctor Begg tightened the ball on the end of the dumbbell.
“Both balls on the end of the barbell are glued in placed with permanent metal adhesive so this barbell that I have just put through your tit cannot be removed without cutting through the shaft with a set of bolt cutters!” the Doctor explained to the distraught Zoë. Zoë tried to turn away as the Doctor mercilessly brought the piercing gun up to her other nipple, but she was chained up helplessly before him and there was nothing she could do to prevent the inevitable. She screamed through the plastic mouthpiece once again as her other nipple was pierced and soon she was wearing identical stainless steel barbells through both of her nipples. “These barbells are just temporary decorations. Once the piercings have healed we will be inserting thick steel rings through each of your nipples. You see, rings are so much better to attach chains and leashes to!” explained the Doctor seemingly delighted by the sight of the increasingly distressed woman chained before him. “That is you almost finished for the time being, so now I am going to remove your gag and then I just need to add one further adornment. I would like to leave you gagged a little longer but unfortunately I need to remove the gag to carry out this last piece of work” Zoë groaned through the pink plastic mouthpiece that was wired into her mouth as the Doctor pealed back her lips and brought a sharp pair of pliers to her mouth. With a loud click he snipped the ligature wires between her bicuspids that were holding her jaws closed tightly around the mouthpiece gag. A sharp jolt of pain shot through Zoë’s braced teeth as he cut the wire. “Open your mouth wide, slave,” he ordered. Zoë was only too glad to comply so that the awful mouthpiece that had been wedged in her mouth could be removed. With her mouth open as wide as it would go the Doctor reached in and pulled the gag from Zoë’s mouth, her saliva and drool clung to the custom made plastic gag as it was removed. The Doctor gave the gag to Amber who placed it in a small plastic container with Zoë’s name labelled on it. “Keep your mouth open wide, slave”. Zoë’s resistance had disappeared, her strength had been
sapped by the nipple piercings and she obeyed the Doctor by keeping her mouth wide open, the bands of metal around her teeth shining in the light. Quickly the Doctor inserted some tongs into her mouth and grabbed the end of her tongue. Zoë gargled in protest and in pain as the Doctor pulled her tongue with the tongs so that it was stretched out of her mouth. Amber came over and took hold of the tongs while the Doctor picked up the piercing gun and brought it to Zoë’s tongue. Zoë tried to struggle and started to scream as she realized what was about to happen, but she was totally helpless and the Doctor held the gun over the left side her tongue, about half way along its length and pulled the trigger. Zoë screamed loudly as a hollow steel rivet was pierced through one side of her tongue. There was an intense pain in the nerves of her tongue and Zoë almost fainted. She continued to struggle but her tongue was held firmly in the tongs and seconds later a second rivet was inserted in the other side of her tongue. This time Zoë passed out from the pain, which in some ways was a blessing for her as she remained unconscious as the Doctor pierced the centre of her tongue in two other locations and inserted large steel barbells, one near the tip of her tongue and one near the centre. As Zoë regained consciousness she could feel a gradually increasing aching in her teeth. She slowly came to as the pain in her mouth increased and then, she suddenly came to her senses as she realized that her remotely controlled braces were being tightened. The pain was unbearable and she brought her fingers up to her mouth and hopelessly, picking at her brackets with her fingernails, tried to pull the metal from her teeth to release the pain. Of course the steel bands that made up her braces were fixed permanently around her teeth and there was no way that she could get them off. Her braces were permanent and her situation was totally helpless. “Heh, heh, heh”, the Doctor cackled from behind her, amused at her efforts to try and release herself from her orthodontic bondage. Satisfied that his subject was now conscious he released the button on the remote control that he used to tighten Zoë’s braces. Zoë was in the same room but now she found herself sat in a wooden chair facing a mirror on the wall with a bare light bulb fixed above it. She was still in her chains, her manacled wrists resting on her lap in front of her. After fainting from the pain of her tongue piercings Zoë had been released from her hanging position and moved to the chair that she now found herself sat in. Something felt different in her mouth, her tongue felt strange….swollen, almost as if it filled the whole of her mouth. It was then she remembered that she was having her tongue pierced when she had passed out. She tried to move her tongue around her mouth and discovered a clacking sound as the metal piercings rattled against the plastic of her palatal plates. Looking into the mirror she got her first sight of the metal collar that was clamped tightly around her slender neck with its heavy ring and inscription below it. She strained her eyes trying unsuccessfully to read the backwards writing on the collar in the mirror. She slowly opened her mouth and pushed out her tongue. She felt something on her tongue brush past her lips as she extended it and was horrified at the sight that greeted her. Her tongue had been pierced with two large steel barbells with balls almost as big as marbles on the ends of them, one ball above the tongue and one below it on each barbell. Both barbells were on the centreline of her tongue. One was about half an inch from the tip of her tongue and the other was about two inches from the tip. On either side of the second barbell were two further piercings, these were metal rivets that had been punched through her tongue creating two small metal-sheathed holes through the soft flesh. Light from the single lamp shone off the metal barbells impaled in her tongue and seeing the mess that had been made of her tongue, Zoë started crying. “I’m so glad that you like you tongue jewellery, slave. The metal you have in your tongue and in your tits matches your braces perfectly don’t you think”. The Doctor approached Zoë from behind and reached over her shoulders. Inserting his fingers in the corners of her mouth he pulled her lips back to expose her braces in the mirror. The metal strapped to her teeth sparkled in the light and he left his fingers there long enough for Zoë to get a good look at her braces and tongue piercings. Dismayed at the irremovable metal that greeted her, she started crying even more and tears streamed down her cheeks. “Pleathh, you have goth tho let me go, pleath…. I beg you…. No more pain” Zoë begged, finding that speech was made even more difficult with the large obstructions fixed in her tongue. “Quite slave, do not unless I instruct you to. If you speak out of turn you will be punished!” Doctor Begg said firmly before turning to his obedient slave girl assistant with his next instruction, “Amber, prepare this slave for her headgear!”