The Fixer Pt. 03

After a couple of turns the audience began to yell at Badiha's tormentor to throw the ball out so they could keep the show going as she continued her labourious torture of Badiha. Each turn of the screws tightening the wood around Badiha's breasts until the limits Nicole built in stopped it going any further.

'Thank god my tits are smaller than Nicole's.' Badiha thought to herself. '...for now.'

Badiha was so absorbed in her own torture she hadn't even heard the description of the (softened) cat o'nine tails gracing Nicole's bottom, each scream of pain being followed by a cheer from the audience and a subtle moan of lust from Nicole. There was a small pause after the end of the whipping while the audience member picked out another thing for Badiha.

"Nipple clamps. Tried, true, and actually surprisingly recent as an invention."

'Holy shit' thought Badiha, 'they're going after my tits. I suppose that's poetic considering this is a goodbye tour for my C-cups.' she still couldn't see what was going on the other side of her pillory, but two explosions of pain from her nipples told her that the clips had been applied.

Badiha drank in the pain as she heard the next audience member introduce the paddle to the audience and begin paddling the already punished ass of Nicole. Each squeal of pain a foreboding countdown to Badiha's next humiliation. When the squeals had stopped, there was a heavy pause before Badiha heard her fate.

"The tongue tearer, it was a common punishment in certain societies to have the tongue removed, however I don't think anyone would enjoy that so instead I've adapted these forceps to force my tongue to hang out of my mouth like a hungry dog."

The audience member turned Badiha around so everyone could see her face. Badiha was suddenly confronted with the hungry eyes of the people who until that point had been staring at her exposed holes and tortured tits, a sudden reminder of how humiliating her situation was. She hesitated before dutifully sticking out her tongue like a good slave, feeling to forceps grip around it, weighing it down, keeping her mouth open and tongue out of the way so she could stay perfectly prepared for anyone who wanted to fuck her face.

As she was being prepared, the loud gong sounded and Badiha breathed a dejected sigh of relief. The person on stage dutifully went to the gold piece of paper as instructed to bring the show to a close.

"I may have told a slight fib." The paper announced through the dutiful audience member. "The gong doesn't mean our time is up, it means we are halfway through the show. The most common torture and torment of the past for women who had earned the ire of powerful men was, of course, rape. Now once again we aren't exactly copying history, this isn't rape because we want this, nonetheless any audience member who wants to can come up on stage and fuck our punished bodies. Form an orderly queue, feel free to remove any devices in the way, and enjoy ravishing our holes until the gong sounds again."

Badiha was most surprised by how restrained the audience was. She expected everyone to rush the stage but instead a broad smattering of men formed an orderly queue, clearly they were no strangers to this kind of event and the prospect of other acts kept every man from wanting to come up. Nevertheless Badiha soon found herself at crotch level of a man rapidly loosening his trousers. He pulled on the forceps, forcing Badiha's tongue down and easing his cock in. Badiha gripped her thumbs and suppressed her gag reflex as the cock slid down her throat. As she did so she felt the pear of anguish being loosened from behind. She felt a brief warmth followed by a release in pressure of the device being removed from her, shortly to be replaced by the penis of her unseen tormentor.

The stage was a whirlwind of degradation, Badiha and Nicole both cycled through uncountable men, each waiting their turn and taking over every time someone finished. Badiha felt her mouth grow sticky with cum, dribbling on the floor below as the forceps kept her mouth open. She couldn't see the other side of the stocks but her pussy and ass were being fucked depending on each audience member's taste, so they soon felt gooey from the juices spilled. When the gong struck again, Badiha was not dejected, she felt well and truly violated as the curtains closed and stage hands helped her and Nicole out of their devices and off the stage.

"Did Cunt enjoy herself?" Nicole asked.

"Cunt was good fuck meat." Badiha stammered as they walked towards the changing rooms, dripping all the way.

"Does cunt want to join my act?" Nicole asked. Badiha's mind spun. What a thought, give up this life of toiling and fixing things, just leave it all to Grace so she could tour with Nicole getting degraded and violated on stage all the time. She was so tempted, had she been asked the day after their island training she might have said yes, but in the gooey afterglow of pleasurable degradation, her sanity played a trick her deviancy had been using for a while and interjected before her brain could have a say in the matter.

"No thank you." Badiha replied. "But can I have your number, I'm sure you can help with some adventures in the future."

...

There was a deep look of disappointment in Nicole's eyes as Badiha dressed, casually regaining her humanity in front of Nicole, taunting her ability to do something Nicole hadn't done since the island. Once she had cleaned herself up and put her clothes back on, she immediately stepped back into the role of somebody in total control. As Janine finished up her third act and the stagehands got to work setting up the stage for the fourth act, Badiha decided it was the best time to go check on Ariana.

Ariana let out a little shriek as Badiha opened the door to the campervan, she was already dressed in her iconic show starting costume, an electric pink two piece, consisting of a pvc pink crop top, matching thonged bloomers, and plenty of tulle flair to disguise the fact she was basically in her underwear. She was also in her trademark matching thigh high boots and hair tightly bound over her head then gathered into a long ponytail.

"The shower in this campervan is shit." She immediately announced once she recognised Badiha.

"Didn't expect you to take a shower." Badiha replied.

"Well my fantasy was to be hairless from my toes to my cranium, so of course I was going to give myself a fresh shave." She replied, putting on some final touches to her makeup.

"Alright, well you're on next so you better put on your mask and head in." Badiha informed. Ariana followed her instructions and put on the pink kitten mask she had been wearing throughout the tour, while also taking the time to grab her handbag on the way out.

Ariana left and returned to the caravan three or four times, each time claiming to have forgotten something or do one last thing, Badiha recognised this as nerves but wasn't one to judge, she just smiled politely as the pop-star psyched herself up for the show. Eventually Badiha managed to get her through the stage door and from there on Ariana switched to autopilot, taking up her sparkling pink microphone and getting ready for her grand entrance.

The music began and the crowd was quite excited considering it was a simple music act after the smut that had been on before. Ariana started with Passions, a song about surrendering to your passions even if it brings the world down around you, a risky song when given sanitising context by record labels, but downright dirty as she pulled on the right buckles, removing the bra but leaving the tulle flair behind to frame her now freed breasts. Ariana practically shoved the microphone down her throat as she moaned her way through the chorus, running her hands sensuously down her body before unzipping two hidden zips that allowed her to remove the bloomers without the hassle of dragging them down her legs and over her thigh high boots.

She pulled the most lascivious pose her dance teacher had taught her as Passions faded out and Dangerous Senses began to play, an ode to the physicality of ecstacy, it paired perfectly with the naked dance Ariana had choreographed for the occasion. She was meant to spend this song dancing, but Badiha could see the rabid impatience in her eyes as her hands began to linger more on her pussy. Eventually she couldn't handle the build-up any more and rushed to the side of the stage to get her handbag, pulling out of it a pink dildo she began to rub against herself. Every so often she would throw to one side another bit of flair, also taking off her boots, her movements becoming clumsy and rabid until she stood naked on stage but for her pink mask and matching dildo probing in and out of her pussy.

Then she grabbed the bottom of her mask and lifted it up. Badiha screamed 'no' from the sidelines but her voice was lost to the loud music. However what really surprised Badiha was as the mask floated over her head, her hair seemed to go with it.

Badiha had assumed when Ariana had kept saying 'hairless from my toes to my cranium" she was just being artistic and didn't genuinely mean that she would also have her head shaved. Yet here she was, international pop sensation Ariana Venti now naked and totally shaved as she finished the last chords to Dangerous Senses and moved on to her next song.

The audience certainly noticed this act did look a lot like Ariana Venti, the only thing keeping the certainty at bay was nobody would suspect Ariana Venti of shaving her head. Let alone taking out a metal collar, snapping it around her neck, and beginning to masturbate as she (barely) sung Never Gonna Stop, a song written about people who thought her act was too sexual to inform them she's only just getting started, especially prophetic as she moaned and gasped with orgasmic joy. At one of the instrumental sections she gasped out.

"Anyone who wants to cum on Ariana Venti's exposed body, this is your only chance."

What men and women remained unspent from the previous acts came on stage and started rubbing themselves over the degraded singer as she plunged the pink dildo in and out of herself. She squealed and moaned, the words of her song mixing with her orgasmic joy at being seen, truly seen. She was exposed and everyone was expressing their naked lust in the purest form of desecration. Each ribbon of cum landing on her body struck her to her core until the song concluded and the sticky heavy breathing mess of Ariana Venti lay on the stage swimming in post performance ecstasy.

As the curtain closed, Badiha helped pick Ariana off the floor and began guiding her to the shower.

"How are you going to explain your shaved head?" She asked.

"I've been wearing wigs for years. Now they're just going to be over a bit less hair for a bit."

...

Badiha stared at her front door, willing Grace to walk through it. She knew what was coming, the admission of her failure and acceptance of consequences, but she still awaited the other partner in crime. Badiha had headed back the moment Ariana was safely returned to her hotel, but Grace was taking her time.

'She should be back by now, it's 3pm' Badiha thought to herself. She debated texting her, but the radio silence from Grace carried a mystique that she was sure her reciprocal lack of communication was helping with. Eventually sod's law did a job that Badiha's waiting had failed at, she nipped to the toilet and when she came back Grace was in her living room looking tired and content.

"Alright, how long did you last?" Grace immediately asked.

"You're the employee, I want to hear your story first." Badiha replied, pouring two cups of coffee and sitting down expectantly.

"So as I said, most of the focus was on Commander Striker, the Sailing Society eventually settled for using her as a prize for the variety of drinking games they had. About an hour in, one guy notices I'm just sitting to one side and he invites me to come join the party, which I decline. They don't like that, so little do I know they start a new game, first to get a drink in me gets the next go abusing the Commander." Grace explained, Badiha could already see the direction her night was taking.

"Eventually one of them convinced me to join a drinking game, as you know how I like games. I was doing really well at first, but because they had so much fun betting on me, I didn't realise they had started a new set of games in secret, each pushing further and further into what they could get me to do."

"How long before they had you tied up next to the Commander?" Badiha asked.

"No, they didn't let the Commander know about me. The Commander was the prize for winning, I was eventually made the more humiliating runner up prize. They saved the full sexual thrills for the commander and reduced me to cleanup and torment for their amusement."

"How long?" Badiha asked more insistently this time.

"I started playing drinking games after an hour and fifteen minutes. I first got naked after an hour and a half." Grace admitted looking at her feet.

"That means you beat me by an hour and a half." Badiha replied, instantly replacing Grace's shame with curiosity as she began her story.

...

Epilogue

Badiha awoke to a familiar pair of sensations. The quiet of once again having the house to herself, and the still unfamiliar balancing issues of her newly G-cup breasts, still needing to be contained within a heaving sports bra for a bit longer as per doctor's orders. Nevertheless Badiha immediately went to her shower room. Showers had been Badiha's favourite time of day throughout the healing process, she could remove the sports bra and let her augmented chest bust free. She would often take very lingering glances in the mirror to admire her body, now a huge step towards being purely a sexual object. Then she could get in the shower and be as liberal as she wanted with her lotion, massaging her body, sparing no nerve ending the joy of her luxurious caress.

Once out of the shower Badiha would thoroughly dry her breasts and then once again recontain them in the sports bra.

"Four more days." She told herself, treating the upcoming end of her recovery period as a grand unveiling for the newer, sexier Badiha. She couldn't wait to no longer constrict and contain her huge breasts.

As she dried herself off she wiped some errant bubbles away from her tattoo, now three flowers after another job put her in a position to sell her body. She wondered how extensive her floral arrangement would be in the future she was building herself, there were certainly chances aplenty ahead.

Badiha dressed herself in her professional outfit, finding it helped her focus on work when there were distractions aplenty around. As she sat down with her laptop to check that day's emails, she heard her front buzzer going off. It seemed a bit early for Grace's arrival, but she had been more enthusiastic since Badiha made it clear that their bet would not be a one time thing. Today they were planning on coming up with their next wager based on whatever emailed job would fit their desires and maybe her enthusiasm is why she had arrived before Badiha's hair had even had time to dry.

Badiha thoughtlessly pressed the door unlock button, the mechanical buzz from her speaker confirming her guest was allowed in. She made herself a cup of coffee on her fancy coffee machine and waited.

"Coffee?" Badiha asked as her door opened and Clementine Maximus bounded in disheveled and nervous.

"Yes, yes please." She replied, closing and locking the door behind herself. "Don't suppose you have anything to Irish up the coffee do you?"

"Clementine, what are you doing here?" Badiha asked.

"I'm really sorry, I need a favour and you are the only person I trust."

Badiha looked into Clementine's eyes and worried about the sort of situation that would lead her to make that statement.