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Subject: {ASSM} RP: A Goth's Story (2/8)
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Someone wrote this wonderful and highly erotic story.  Unfortunately, only
part 1-4 are posted out of a total of 8.  If you happen to have the rest,
please kindly repost and perhaps email them to me.  Thank you so much.

   C.



   Chapter 2 The Transformation.  ======================

   I was awakened by the sudden movement of the box in which I had been
locked.  It felt as if someone had picked it up and was carrying it along.

   "Stop." I shouted.  Somebody thumped the box violently.

   "Shut up." A gruff voice ordered.  Helpless, I obeyed.  From the tipping
of the box we seemed to go down a staircase and then the box was set down
somewhere.  I heard the slam of a metallic door and then the sound of an
engine.  I was in some kind of car or van, taking me away from the club.  I
resolved to track where we were going from the movement of the car.

   Such things are easier in films than in real life.  I didn't know London
well enough to cope, and I was swiftly lost.  After a journey of
approximately fifteen minutes, the vehicle stopped and I heard the door
open.  Once again my prison was hoisted and taken on a bumpy journey up a
staircase, before finally being set down with a bump.  I determined to make
a break for it as soon as the door opened.  Seconds later, my chance
occurred as the lock snapped open and the door moved.  I pushed it open
quickly, and tried to jump to my feet, only to be pushed back in by strong
hands.  I looked up.  Hawk was holding my shoulders down whilst Aisling
held my feet.  I felt someone else placing something around my ankles. 
Shifting my head to look around Aisling, I saw, to my dismay, that it was
Sepulchre.  I had hoped that she was not involved with my kidnap and
imprisonment, unfortunately, it appeared she was.

   My hands were roughly pushed together in front of me and I felt
something clasp around them.  Hawk's arms, holding my shoulders down, and
the sides of the box, prevented me from seeing what was going on.  Then, I
was released, and lifted out of the box and deposited on my feet.  I looked
around.  I was in a mediumsized rectangular room with whitewashed walls and
a wooden floor.  There were no windows; the light came from some bare
fluorescent tubes, harshly reflecting off the walls.  At one end of the
room was a hairdresser's chair and equipment, but I could see no mirror and
at the other was a shower cubicle.  There were two doors, one at one end
and the other, a set of double doors half way down the long wall. 
Sepulchre was locking the far door whilst Hawk and Aisling held my arms. 
They released me, and I turned to run, hoping to surprise Sepulchre and
escape.

   Moments later, the floor was rushing towards me.  I frantically put out
my hands to break my fall, only partially successfully.  After I had
landed, with some pain, I re-assessed the situation.  Black cuffs were
bucked around my wrists and ankles.  There was just enough slack in the
short silver chain between my ankles that I might be able to walk slowly.
My hands, however, were chained very closely.  I had hopes of unbuckling my
ankles, until I noticed the neat padlocks on the outside of my legs. 
Examining the wrist-cuffs more closely, I saw they too were locked on.

   "What's going on?  What are you doing to me?" I asked Hawk as he roughly
picked me up.  He set me upright and stepped away.  Seconds later, the left
side of my face exploded as Aisling slapped it.  I staggered, just managing
to keep myself upright.

   "You only speak when you are spoken to.  Understand?" Aisling barked at
me.

   "Yes." I responded sulkily.  Another slap rocked me.

   "And you call me ma'am and Hawk sir.  Understood?"

   "Yes...ma'am." I responded, chastened.

   "Good.  Sepulchre you may call by her name.  For the moment, she is the
only person you may speak to freely, and then only when you are alone."
This hardly made me distraught, and that must have shown in my eyes. 
Aisling laughed and produced a knife from her belt.

   "Don't hurt me." I pleaded.  She laughed again.

   "I'm not about to." She told me.  "The Patrician would be most
disappointed.  He wants to hurt you himself.  No, this is just to remove
some excess baggage." She grabbed my shirt by the neck and, with a terrible
tearing sound, cut it down the back.  The sleeves followed in seconds later
and my shirt was ruined, and I was wearing only my trousers and shoes.

   "Take off your shoes." She ordered, and I obeyed, kicking them off.  She
beckoned Sepulchre over and ordered her "Socks." She turned to me.

   "Lift your foot." I lifted a foot; Sepulchre removed my sock.  "Other
one." I repeated the action.  I was being undressed, slowly.  I wondered
how far.

   Quite a long way appeared to be the answer, as Aisling slit my trousers
and ripped them from me, leaving me only my underpants, and the cuffs that
held me.  I must confess at this point that my underwear was hardly sexy,
and Aisling was struggling not to giggle as she regarded me.  Glancing at
Sepulchre, I saw that she too had a smile on her face.  Looking into her
eyes, however, I saw only sadness and sympathy.  I felt I had a friend,
even in my adversity.

   I realised I had little hope of protecting my modesty, and seconds later
I was vindicated, as the knife descended again, leaving me naked.  I tried
to cover myself with my hands, unsuccessfully.  Aisling collected up my
belongings and put them in a black plastic sack, which she threw in a bin
in the corner.  "You won't be needing them again." Hawk led me over to the
shower that Sepulchre had been warming up.

   This shower cubicle didn't seem particularly unusual until my wrist
cuffs were unchained and my arms raised.  I heard two clicks from above and
looked up.  My hands were locked onto a bar stretching across the cubicle.
My feet were unchained and my legs were spread.  The familiar click sounded
and I was locked into an 'X' position, utterly helpless.  Sepulchre stepped
in, showerhead in hand and began to wash me.  As she soaped me, rubbing me
with a sponge, I began to get a little turned on.  She giggled when she saw
it.

   "Can't have that." She said and, putting aside the shower for a moment,
closed her hand around my penis.  Quickly and deftly she masturbated me,
bringing me to a climax that would have brought me to my knees, were it not
for the bonds which held me upright.  Then she washed the traces away in a
business-like manner before returning to covering me with soapy foam.

   I should have suspected what was about to happen, but then I always have
been grossly stupid at times.  The first I knew was the cold touch of the
razor blade upon my thighs.  "Don't you dare move." Sepulchre told me. 
"I'll cut you, and you'll regret that." I couldn't disobey her, especially
not after what she had just done for me, so I held as still as I could
while she went about her work.  Expertly, she shaved the hair off my legs
and my feet before turning to my chest.  That completed, she shaved my
arms, reaching up carefully, moving the cuffs when necessary.  This left
only a few places on my body still with hair.  Beginning to suspect a
little of what was going on I didn't think it would remain that way for
long.

   I was right.  My armpit hair disappeared in a couple of painful minutes.
Only one thing remained and, five minutes later I was totally hairless,
except for my head and my eyebrows.  I felt cold and more naked than ever
before as Sepulchre dried me with a soft towel.

   Aisling led me over to the hairdresser's chair.  On closer examination,
this chair had been modified in a way that I was almost coming to expect.
The arms and the stand had loops of steel, which looked like a place where
something or, I presumed, somebody, could be attached.  Aisling 'helped' me
into the chair and neatly clipped my cuffs into the loops.  I tested the
strength of my restraints, as I expected I was held fast.  Aisling spread a
cover over me, velcroing it behind my neck.  I was relieved, feeling less
naked despite the draft blowing uncomfortably across my feel.  Sepulchre,
who had followed us over from the shower, proceeded to dry my hair gently
with a towel.  I was wondering, to an extent, what was to come next.  I
tried to take stock of what I knew.  Firstly, I had been betrayed by my
friend and kidnapped.  Secondly, I was undergoing a makeover, and a full
body shave.  I couldn't work out why, or what the end result was to be.  I
was nervous and scared, but I looked for the misery that I knew I should be
feeling, and couldn't find it.  I wasn't happy, but I seemed to be
accepting what was going on with a remarkable sang-froid.  Nonetheless, I
was curious, however, with Aisling standing there I couldn't ask Sepulchre
what was going on.

   Sepulchre.  I looked up at her.  She was looking at me, her wide dark
eyes filled with a knowing compassion.  I realised that I was falling for
her, falling in a big way.  I only hoped that whatever these evil people
were planning wouldn't prevent me from telling her that, someday.

   I was beginning to wonder whether Aisling, Hawk or Sepulchre were
hairdressers, although none of them were making a move towards the scissors
and other implements resting in a jar of disinfectant on the table in front
of me, when there was a firm knock on the door.  Hawk walked over and
opened it, and let someone in.  I heard the door being bolted closed after
him or her.

   "Morning, dear." The estuary accent rang out.  "How's you?" Hawk didn't
reply.

   "Oh yes, still playing the strong silent thug, I see." The sound of
heels on floorboards was nearing me.

   "Morning, Aisling." She chirped.  "And if it isn't darling Seppy, how
are you, you did turn out well didn't you.  Happy, dear?  Yes, I can see
you are.  Or you're not letting on if you aren't.  Now where's the subject,
I do so love these little jobs Brian gives me to do." I realised that this
was someone who didn't shut up even when asleep.  She bustled into view.  I
was surprised.  I was expecting, from the voice, to see a large middle-aged
woman.  I was wrong.  What I saw was a woman in her late twenties, tall
anyway, but even taller in the platform boots she was wearing.  She had
long blue hair in two bunches, heavy black eye makeup and a pierced nose
and pierced lips.  She was a Goth, in other words.

   "Hallo, dear." She said to me.  "Dreadfully sorry about having to do
this, but Brian will insist.  I think you'll come around to the idea in the
end.  Most do, don't they, Sepulchre?" Sepulchre muttered something
inaudible.

   "Anyway, lets look at you." She grabbed my chin, held it up, looking
appraisingly at my features and then, letting my chin drop, she ran her
fingers through my hair.

   "Oooh, yes.  I think we can work wonders with you.  Right then, lets get
started.  Seppy, can you get me a bowl of warm water.  Ah, you have,
excellent.  Right dear, what we're going to do is this, we're going to dye
your hair black to start with, cut it a little bit so it grows right OK?"
Dye it?

   "No, distinctly, no." I replied vehemently.  The hairdresser jumped
back, surprised.  Aisling came over and bent to my ear.  "If you don't
co-operate, I will break every bone in your body.  Slowly.  Understood?"
She hissed.  I hesitated.  She reached out and started twisting one of my
fingers back.  I've never been of the unsusceptible to pain persuasion and
I was finding this argument fairly convincing.

   "OK, OK." I sobbed.

   "Good" Aisling whispered.  Defeated, I sat there, head bowed.

   The Hairdresser pulled some plastic gloves onto her hands and opened the
bag she had brought with her.  "Now that's sorted, dear, I hope we won't
have any more nonsense.  We can do this the easy and fun way, or we can do
it the hard way.  Aisling and Hawk would enjoy the hard way.  You wouldn't.
Now, lift your head up a bit." I complied.  "OK, dear, we're going to have
to keep this out of your eyes, so..." Everything went dark as I was
blindfolded.  "And here we go." She squirted some liquid into her palm and
massaged it through my hair.  Repeating the task she slowly worked the
liquid to the roots.

   "Right," she said, some moments later.  "Now, we have to leave that for
ten minutes or so.  So, how about a nice cup of tea?  Sepulchre?" I heard
Sepulchre disappearing to a corner of the room where, presumably, the
kettle was, although I had not noticed it.  Five minutes later, Hawk,
Aisling, Sepulchre and the Hairdresser were enjoying a nice cup of tea. 
Obviously, without being able to move my hands I could not hold a cup, even
had I been allowed tea.  After they had finished, they came back to me.

   "OK, dear, lets just wash the gunk out of your hair and lets see what we
have."

   The Hairdresser, with Sepulchre assisting, used the bowl of water and a
sponge and carefully washed out my hair.  She stepped back to assess.

   "Hmm, perfect, right, just cut that to length." My hair reached down
just to the nape of my neck.  I wasn't allowed it longer, because of my
work.

   She snipped away with some scissors, for a very brief period. 
Obviously, she hadn't taken much length off it.

   "Ok, that will do.  Now let's do the complicated and long bit."

   She was right.  It took three or four hours of fiddling to do whatever
she was doing.  Yanking odd bits of my freshly dyed hair, twisting and
pressing.  After about an hour I noticed the weight of my head increasing.
Later, I felt something soft against my neck.  Apparently she was attaching
something to me.  I couldn't work out what.  When she was done, she removed
the blindfold.

   "Ta-da." The impact was not immediately noticeable as there was no
mirror, however, I twisted my head trying to catch a glimpse of what had
been done.  As I did so, I felt something large and heavy moving behind me.
Then some of it came into view near the floor.  I tossed my head, hair came
tumbling down in front of me.  The hairdresser carefully brushed it back
behind me.

   "Yes dear, I've given you hair extensions.  You have a lovely raven
black head of hair.  What we'll do is we'll cut it back as your own hair
grows.  But you're going to have to take care of it." I breathed.  I wasn't
as shocked as I thought I might have been, but this was still a blow.

   "Why is all this happening to me?" I had to ask.

   "Oh, dear.  Well, it's not my place to explain it.  You'll see if you're
good.  In fact, you'll see if you're bad as well." She giggled.  "Now,
let's deal with the other matters." She quickly brushed my hair back and
pulled it into a long ponytail.  "That'll keep it out of my way while I
work." She reached into her bag again, and pulled out a metal device. 
"We're going to be nice to you, you know.  They could have done so many
things, but they though they had better let you choose.  Hold your head
still." Seconds later, my right ear was on fire as she pierced it.  The
left ear soon followed.

   "That wasn't too bad." I thought to myself.  However, I was pre-emptive.
The process was repeated five times for each ear, until I had 5 studs in
the lower lobe and one in the top corner of each ear.  My ears hurt like
hell and a painful realisation was slowly dawning.

   "Why are you turning me into a girl?" I asked.

   "Oh well done!" She squealed.  "Aisling, Hawk, she worked it out.  Isn't
she intelligent?  It only took her an hour longer than Sepulchre managed!"

   My head snapped up.

   "Sepulchre managed?" I gasped.

   "Yes dear, Sepulchre was once called Steve, until she too met your
mutual friend." I turned to Sepulchre, entreaty in my eyes.  She looked
away.  I felt disgusted, humiliated.  My tolerance towards homosexuality
had never extended to wanting to take part in it.

   "Get on with it," Hawk rasped, "he is waiting you know."

   "Oh, I guess you're right," the Hairdresser twittered.  "Now, you will
have to do this in future yourself, with Sepulchre's help but I'll do it
for you to begin with." She reached up and pulled a large box from the
side. Opening it up, she pulled out a base, some eyeliner, mascara,
lipstick and nail polish.  Also, she brought out some tiny plastic objects
in a small sachet.

   Half an hour later, I was led through the double doors, having been made
up, to what effect I did not know.  My fingernails were now an inch long
and covered in shiny black nail polish.  Even had I not been cuffed, there
was no way that I could have manipulated anything with these unmanageable
talons on my fingers.



   -- Sable Darkness @@ Sable_d@yahoo.com Even in the darkness there are
flowers

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