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by the explosive sound of the tiny bolt biting through the delicate flesh. The little silver ring that the piercing gun delivered flashed like a darting fish in the brilliant clinical lights. When the guard positioned the gun for a second time all that could be heard was a soft breathy sob.
    Leonora smiled. The nipple rings looked superb and linked together with a fine silver chain would be a great aid to bringing Emily to heel. The room was now silent except for the soft unhappy sobs of the prone girl. Leonora looked at the clock on the clinic wall; a few more minutes and the second guard could swab away the remains of pubic hair.
    Leonora glanced at the long sprung instrument that would deliver the third ring. It was already primed. All she would need to do was gather up the delicate skin and press it through. It would be over in seconds.
     
    Emily felt the brush of the cold steel against her inner thighs and froze. The room was ominously silent. She dare not imagine what was to follow – except that at some level she had already guessed. Her nipples felt hot now; aching deep inside, and she had felt the cold rings against her flesh for a few seconds until her body heat had warmed them.
    "Lie very still," said Leonora on an outward breath. The sensation that followed a split second later was abstract; white heat – accompanied by a strange hissing sound. Emily screamed out as she felt the ring pass through the lips of her sex. Tears of pain and terror blinded her. Standing between her legs Leonora made a low noise of satisfaction. "There," she said patting the girl's thigh, "all done."
    Emily mewed in terror as something cold snaked over her belly. Glancing down she saw the glitter of a narrow chain and heard the snick of the catches as her nipples and sex were joined in an unnerving triangle.
    Leonora leant over her, almond eyes alight. "You look very beautiful," she purred. "Why don't you let me show you?"
    Emily felt her arms and legs being freed and then she was helped to her feet by one of the men. Her steps were unsteady, faltering. Ahead of her was a full length mirror. What she saw reflected there stunned her. The delicate chain linked the rings through her nipples before dropping down to the pink naked mound of her sex, creating a V shape that drew her eyes to the silver ring that nestled in the bare swollen flesh of her outer lips. Around her neck was the studded collar Roderick Banyon had put on her, and her wrists and ankles were still circled by leather straps.
    Leonora smiled behind her and gently lifted Emily's dark hair back off her face. "You're nearly ready to begin your year with us," she said. "We will start your training tomorrow."
    She snapped her fingers and the uniformed men approached and took hold of Emily's arms. She was too stunned to resist.
    Leonora glanced at the men. "You may do the rest. Put her in 27 when you've finished." A second later she peeled off the surgical gloves, dropped them on the floor and vanished through the exit. Emily swallowed hard and looked from face to face of her two guards. What else was there they could possibly do to her?
    They took her over in front of the thick glass wall. She could see and feel the eyes of the observers. "Kneel down," said the first guard. Shaking Emily complied.
    The second took something from the trolley. Emily flinched; what in god's name was going to follow? There was a humming sound and the first guard jerked her backwards; they were going to shave her head. The clippers droned as they bit into her soft golden brown hair, the first shoulder length tress fell to the floor in front of her. Her humiliation complete, Emily tried to close her mind to the sounds. Tears were trickling down her pale unhappy face.
    When they were done the first guard pulled her to her feet. His expression was blank and unfeeling.
    "One last thing," he said and pulled something from his jacket pocket. It was a thin rubber hood that fitted like a second skin over her