London , England
Ms. Fellowes apartment
2 Hours latter
Her two charges sat on commodes that had been delivered a half an hour ago. Potties with a couple of sensors had been placed under them and as they dribbled their urine over them, the results were recorded, logged and then downloaded to a computer every five minutes. The women's ankles had been fitted with soft leather bands to which a couple of tiny rings were fitted and these were in use securing there ankles to the chair legs. A wide leather band had been passed over the stomachs to hold them over their potties, and there was a band for the neck and another across the brow to hold the head within the head rest. There arms remained free.
Virginia always felt a bit of pride when she looked down on the breast support; it was her own design and Simon himself had complemented her on it. When the subject was seated and strapped in, two half shells were swung in under the breasts and locked into place. The shells were available in different sizes and this allowed the breast to be held and supported and still retain a perfect shape; give access to the nipple and aureole, and allow 180 degree access for needles. It was usually enough.
A round computer screen hung from the side of the commode and had been placed in front of each face. It was a very special screen with four tiny gimballed cameras and lasers. Virginia stood behind Susan and her hands moved over the woman's scalp with an acupuncture needle. Touching the needle to the scalp and being in the right location bought an intense green to the computer screen. Virginia found the location of the last spot she needed and inserted the needle.
Slowly Virginia went over the hair and the now hidden needles and stated to braid the hair around each one and its associated wire to form the hair in to two pigtails. It was a very slow job and she allowed her mind to wander. She was twenty five, blond, five foot ten, 36 24 36 and there wasn't an ounce of spare fat on her body. She had been clever in school and had been attracted to the nursing profession on winning a study scholarship. The years had been long and the study hard. She had thought about giving it up at one stage but had been approached by Simon who had offered her some after hours work of a very lucrative nature. Confidential my dear he had said, never to be spoken about. £ 1000 for a few hours work, a hire car there and back; but the job was never ever to be spoken about, the job was simply to be forgotten about.
£ 1000! Well that hadn't been hard to agree to and after all wasn't everything confidential these days.
The first night had been an eye opener and had started when the driver had asked her to put a hood over her head to keep the destination secret. The car had stopped in an underground car park and a guard had escorted her to a lift that had whisked her down to a lower level where she was escorted to an ultra modern medical facility.
A doctor had greeted her and lead her in to a long room with ten beds and four occupants. The task was simple, each was to be given a bed bath, all hair was to be removed, an anal plug and catheter was to be inserted and a set of medical monitors were to be attached to each unconscious female body. It was simple and for a young lady with little or no moral values as there were no questions that she had wanted answered. Asking no questions had paid off, as she was given an extra £ 250 on the way out.
Easy, easy and just the way she liked it!
The braided pig tails continued to form under her skillful fingers, locking the needles in place over the woman's scalp. There was movement in the background as furniture went and other things came. No one would dare to disturb her. Susan's bottle was nearly empty so she changed it and checked that she was still dribbling urine over the sensor. All was well. She continued with the braid and her reflections.
She loved money and Simon had provided. After she had done a few special night jobs they had meet for lunch in a very good restaurant. It is really all about the utmost discretion and silence old girl, can you accept that he asked? No problem she said and so a very highly paid secret medical world had opened to her.
It hadn't really been to hard for her to put it together. White female slave trade, but so what, none of her business. After she received her RN ( registered nurse ) qualifications she had been flown to Bulgaria for some further some what advanced nurse training and then back to England and Simon.
