Chasing Paradise Ch 19

Chapter 19 - A New Day

The Hotel Yorotani - Whorewash

Pippa, now Wetpussy as she mentally corrected herself, stood in a slow moving line, the shackles locked around her ankles guided her along a track in the floor that wound back and forth in the small tiled room. She was just one of a long line of hotel and private slaves waiting their turn in the whorewash. She recognised one or two of them from the flight here, they'd been just as unlucky as she was but unlike her they were still trying to cover themselves up and looked around themselves in mild panic. The sterile white tiles were cold underfoot but the press of bodies in the room helped to keep the chill away; the only sounds were the clinking of chains, occasional sobs and a maid slave at the head of the queue talking to each slave in turn as she determined where they were due to end up.

She still had dried cum on her face from her bapjism as she had been given neither orders nor opportunity to remove it, she couldn't wipe it off as the width of her cuffs didn't allow much wrist or arm movement, and even if she wanted to the cum was out of licking range. Her new Master had left her in the hotel's care while he went off and banged bluepuss on the beach, she thought, she'd been left on the banding post's fuck machine for a few minutes after he'd gone as the employee who'd taken her details and entered her in Pussiana's registry typed up some notes. It was a surreal experience to be in the same room as someone, naked and vulnerable, but have them ignore you so completely you might as well not exist, she thought. Sat there naked and immobile it felt like an eternity before the handlers finally arrived to move on to the next stage of whatever this was.

The handlers had been efficient when they finally did arrive, though. It was the work of moments for her to be out of the machine only to find heavy shackles at the ankles, cuffs behind the back; the cuffs were the metal kind that extended from almost the elbow to just above the wrist before flaring slightly to allow for small movements, the cuffs themselves being at most an inch apart connected by two thick steel tubes. Shackled and cuffed, she was forced into something that looked to be the equivalent of an elasticated bodybag; initially with her face uncovered but quickly bagged. The drawstring around her neck had proved a moment of panic but a quick chastising blow to the face stunned her out of that. From then on she wasn't exactly aware of what had happened. There was some movement by vehicle, then after a few minutes' drive she was moved to some sort of push cart, before finally she was lifted out and placed in a drawer for a few hours. It was a small blessing she wasn't claustrophobic, the drawer was little bigger than a coffin and her breathing was restricted to what she could suck through some mesh at the front of the hood. She'd managed to get a little sleep in there at least, but that was more due to exhaustion than any small comfort the drawer might have provided.

Time passed, she wasn't sure how long, but movement said the drawer was being opened and she was pulled out. With the hood off she got her first real look at this place, the sort of hose-clean bland utilitarian area all legal slaves would see at some point in their existence. A team of maid slaves seemed to be pulling a few dozen women out of other drawers as well as releasing a few from being locked in place by a simple steel bar that could be raised from the floor up inside them to a point where they could not remove their pussy from it. As each woman left the room she was guided to a spot where a mechanism in the floor hooked into their shackles and secured them to a track.

With every shuffle forward Wetpussy could hear the soft clicks and clunks of the ratchet system in the track that meant she and the rest of the queue were on a relentless march forward under the watchful gaze of maid slaves; at least she presumed they were maid slaves, the only differentiators between them and normal slaves were a tight hairbun, lace headpiece, black stockings, heels, and white shirt-like cuffs.

She would have talked to the girls around her but she'd already seen the kind of slapping one of the maid slaves had delivered to one young and confused hotel slave who was "disruptive". It had been several minutes but painful swelling was evident on both the girl's face and breasts. Wetpussy had seen that sort of thing before. The girl had probably been drugged at home, flown in, and woken up in one of the drawers. Nothing that unusual for Pussiana, Wetpussy thought, but she'd seen too many women convinced good girls avoided enslavement by their parents be crushed by similar circumstances.

Wetpussy couldn't really see the end of the line too well, the press of bodies was too thick but she could see that at the head girls were being sorted onto various other tracks by another maid slave. The regular hotel slaves seemed to already know where they were headed and were the work of seconds, but those who were newly flown in or freshly captured seemed to take longer, trying to ask questions or hesitating once their track was set. As she neared the head of the line Wetpussy lost herself in some thought, not that she had anything else to do.

So far the nakedness didn't really bother her. Her father had been a slave trader, she and her sisters as well as the various other women about the place had spent plenty of time naked, the facefucking had been uncomfortable but nothing she couldn't handle, but the servonym? That truly bothered her. She expected to just be Wetpussy, it was demeaning and descriptive of how she'd been caught, but Phillipa? She hated it. Why had he even bothered to give her a new first name, or a surname for that matter? She was basically meat with fuckholes and nothing more now. A sex doll with a heartbeat. Most slaves she'd had run-ins with just went by their mononym, that single derogatory stain on their person that each Master left their mark with...unless...she shook her head, clearing the nascent thought. She hoped it might fly out of her ears, and thus not be the case, as she did.

She shuffled forward once more and found herself in front of a severe looking slave wearing black almost rectangular spectacles otherwise dressed like all the rest. She stood by a small metal lectern with an inbuilt screen, a few controls, and some sort of scanner. A hand cupped the underside of Wetpussy's chin to lift it and the maid raised the scanner to the band at her neck, a soft confirmatory beep signalling success. Head tilted up for the moment Wetpussy looked at and met eyes with the lithe olive-skinned maid slave who was inspecting her; her jet black curls tumbled to her waist and were secured in a loose ribbon tie at base of her neck, her beautiful breasts, though, showed signs of one too many heavy croppings. The woman was probably one of the older slaves in the hotel, possibly even in her mid 20s, and that kind of sustained beating was probably why she was now a maid, and not some of the regular fuckmeat for guests.

"Wetpussy, guest property..." said the maid, inspecting the screen, before her face fell a little. Her voice and face softened a little the next time she spoke, "Surgical track...don't worry, the girls in there will be as gentle as they're allowed to be, they're very good...they have to be," she said, giving Wetpussy a weak smile that brought precious little reassurance.

"What are they going to do to me?" Wetpussy asked in return. The slap that answered was almost gentle, more a sharp caress than anything meant to do damage but it rocked Wetpussy on her heels for all that lack of force.

"No talking unless instructed. For what it's worth I don't know. The Fem-Vets here are good, though, you won't feel a thing unless your master said you should. You might even get lucky and get the same one you did before the hunt, I'm told they don't tend to rape you as hard if it is." At this Wetpussy felt something click beneath her feet and now instead of shuffling in the long line of girls being sorted she was slowly being pulled forwards by something within the rails themselves. She moved through the open doorway and into the white tiled corridor beyond. Echoey sounds of water with the occasional gasp for air mixed with the humming and whirring of industrial machines as the sound bounced around off the tiles; she had no idea if sounds were coming from ahead, behind, or somewhere different entirely. She knew wherever she ended up there would be a whorewash all the same and wondered if it would be anything like the one at home. She didn't hold out a lot of hope for that thanks to how the Hotel Yorotani seemed to pride itself on some very unique experiences for both Master and slave.

The tiles were still freezing here, and unlike the other tracks that branched off in other directions there were no girls in front of her to gauge how far she might be going, but as it turned out she didn't need to wait long. She turned a corner and was met with a curtain of thick plastic strips hanging from the ceiling, cool air wafted out onto the tiles from underneath it onto her feet before she was pulled through into a room that was half tile, but then adopted the more traditional medical blue green paint for its upper half. The track turned sharply left and deposited her at its end in what was clearly another small waiting area.

The room smelled slightly sharp and medicinal but not bad. She'd expected worse. As she stopped a bubbly blonde slavenurse approached carrying a clipboard, unlike the maids her stockings were white to match her heels and elbow-length gloves. To further differentiate from the maid slaves her lace cap was gone to be replaced with a nurse cap.

"Hi honey, you must be Wetpussy," she said. Her smile was disarming and Wetpussy found herself taking an instant liking to her. "I'm Medicunt Four, I'll be violating you today. Don't worry this is all just prep, you're perfectly safe here. I see from your records you're still on natural height, weight, breast size, pussy puff..." the woman bent down to look between Wetpussy's thighs, "...and isn't she just the cutest, innie pussies always swell the best during a cunny don't you find?" she asked, and carried on before waiting for an answer. "Plus you've already been lasered so we don't need to deal with getting rid of hair, nice, saving us hard working slavecunts a job or two. Okay, no implants, no brain surgery, no conditioning, ooh, hmm...looks like a small genetic defect, though. Have you been taking low dose girlheaters as treatment for it, or did you have an implant for that?"

"I have a defect?" asked Wetpussy.

""You didn't know honey? Oh that's super sad. Unless you hit your minimum dosage that can lead to all sorts of psych problems for you girls like paranoia, abandonment issues, even as far as actual psychosis. Most girlheaters are derived from treatments for those sort of conditions anyway so some low grade dosages should have levelled you out nicely," Four looked up from the sheets on the clipboard and smiled, "Don't worry, though, I'm sure we'll either fix that up for you or your Master can keep you well fed enough to keep you as the happiest little slavecunt of both your dreams," Four continued. "Anyway, we're short on time so let's get you prepped. I'm going to undo your restraints now so we can move you about, honey, please don't try to run, there's maid slaves nearby making sure neither of us goes anywhere. Those girls have to clean up after everything here so they get pretty mean when it comes to using stun batons. Can't say I blame them, though, can you imagine cleaning this place?"

Four pressed a button on the wall and Wetpussy's leg irons popped open, a second later her cuffs tumbled to the floor and she rubbed her wrists. It wasn't as if being bound was particularly uncomfortable, more frustrating. Four grabbed her by the hair at the scruff of her neck, but gave her as much room as she could to follow of her own accord. Wetpussy was led to one of four pods that lined the wall, all in the rough shape of an Office of Female Standards approved woman. On the mainland anyone who didn't fit the mould would simply be discarded, Wetpussy didn't particularly want to think about that. Four pressed a button and with a slight hiss a pod swung open as Four stayed by the small control panel.

For all that was going on at the moment her mind was swirling with the realisation that all her life her brain had kept her off kilter, unable to reconcile what she saw with what everyone else seemed to experience. Now she had her answer. It wasn't the world that was wrong, it was her, it had been her all along. She wished now she'd done what her sisters did and sampled a little of the more purified girlheaters used in the breeding facility just to try it. Maybe it could have done something for her, made her feel less like she was losing everyone she loved, that her world was always crumbling around her. She'd know soon enough, though, she suspected. She'd never seen a slave who wasn't regularly in a position of pent up sexual frustration of one sort or another, she'd seen them being tested for minimum wetness standards herself from time to time.

"Okay, let's get you in here, don't worry, the restraints autolock as soon as they sense you're there, all very civilised, nothing to worry about, honey," said Four, breaking into Wetpussy's internal thoughts.

The pod felt strange. The back wall was soft, stretchy, almost jelly-like but in no danger of breaking. It was almost comfortable as Wetpussy got in, and its slight backward tilt forced her weight onto its waiting sensors. Within moments metal restraints slid out from behind her, and firmly pushed her back against into the pod by her neck, waist, ankles, and wrists. She was ever so slightly spread-eagled against the warm, soft substance. It almost felt like a second skin against her own as she tried to relax into it, but found there was little relaxation to be had when a metal restraint half an inch thick is pressing your neck into position.

"Okay, hun, that's good, you're being a fantastic little slut for me today, Now I just need you to open your mouth ever so slightly, teeth apart and just relax that jaw for me. This is going to feel a little uncomfortable but only for a second," Four said as she pressed another button on the control panel. Wetpussy did as instructed and had a slight moment of panic as a ring gag slid down from above and was secured around her head, "It's okay hun, it's okay, nothing to worry about, just easy access for medical instruments, don't worry, you're being so brave." Wetpussy was already slightly panicked and she looked at Four, still smiling sweetly as she continued looking at monitors on the control panel, and adjusting elements as she did.

Within moments Wetpussy felt something pressing against her pussy lips and her anus, she looked at Four in desperation, whimpering slightly through the ring gag, before both slid inside. They were cold, metallic, and from the feel of it both had some kind of perforations in the surface as well as points of articulation. "That's it, Hun, that's it, now they're going to feel a big, cold, and scary but don't worry, that'll fix itself." Wetpussy's eyes watered as they wormed their way inside of her, their base widening as they pushed deeper. She couldn't help but squirm and flex against the restraints, looking slightly wild-eyed at Four and just for a second wishing that she'd been able to run a little faster.

"Okay, that's it, we're gonna get you all sealed up now, keep your face pointing forwards or this bit is going to take a while," Wetpussy whimpered nervously as the front of the pod began to swing shut. Within moments the pod had sealed around her, its front clear but providing a strange distorted fractal of the world outside. As she heard the front lock in place she noticed for the first time that there was a hole in the front of the pod that lined up roughly with her lower jaw, and the ring gag that kept it open. With the closed pod being in the form of the ideal woman there was little she could do but look directly forward as a medical dildo slid through the hole, finding the ring gag that parted her lips and from there pushed forwards down her throat. With a hiss of pressure the dildo expanded just inside the opening and was sealed into the outside of the pod. "Just breathe normally, hun, the dildo will do the rest, just keep breathing, you're being so good for me today. This next bit's going to feel real strange, we're going to drop the air pressure for you so the pod can't leak, you might feel a bit light headed and confused but that's all perfectly normal," Four said as she continued working. It wasn't quite a sales patter, she was still being attentive but Wetpussy couldn't help but wonder just how many girls Four had put in this exact same position before.

So far this was nothing like the whorewash at home, that was a simple spit roast cleanse with high pressure jets to clean her as she rotated, this seemed far more elaborate, and that worried her. Suddenly there was a rush of air and Wetpussy's brain felt like it was falling, her thoughts fractured like glass, splintering against one another as her limbs slackened completely. Wetpussy wanted to hyperventilate as her body was convinced this was the end, and this combined with the dildo down her throat raised her gag reflex for a particularly ugly moment. Hanging limply her body tried to expel the dildo by force, but as it was part of the pressure locking system it didn't budge even a little. Tears streamed from Wetpussy's eyes as she attempted to unscramble her brain, for a second she held her breath for no reason she could really figure out and an area of the dildo near her face reformed through something underneath its surface so that it extended out, over her nose and clamped down hard. She looked at Four through the pod, pleading harder than ever with her eyes, sure her skin was turning purple. "Breathe, hun, breathe, slow and steady, it's hard, I know, I've been in there, I know it's bad. Listen to me, focus on my voice, breathe, you'll feel like you can't, like there's no air but you need to keep going." Unable to hold her breath any longer Wetpussy's burning lungs forced her to breathe. As she did she felt air fill her lungs, breathing out produced a metallic click as valves shifted and, teary eyed, she slowly calmed herself a little, breathing through whatever mechanics the dildo in her throat were providing.

"Okay, Honey, that's good, so good. Now this part isn't so fun, it's going to get real hot in there, we need your pores real open for the next stage, don't worry, from here on in you likely won't feel everything, and that's probably for the best. Suddenly there was a blast of hot dry air from down by Wetpussy's feet, and the gel-like texture around her began to react by heating up too. It wasn't painful, but it felt like standing near a blast furnace. Wetpussy began sweating almost immediately and she was sure she'd be delirious from heat within seconds. She saw Four press another control and felt a pulse from the dildos filling her holes. Something wet, and oily was being pushed out of them and began to fill her holes. Wetpussy squealed; sweat was now pouring off her skin, trickling down in the thin space provided between her and the outer wall of the pod. Suddenly the heat wasn't just external, though, and she felt something descend across her mind. Something she'd been missing, something she needed.

She knew girlheaters were in everything at a low level, it was a running joke of a conspiracy theory by just about everyone, especially amongst the girls at school and her sisters but this was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Now she could feel them seeping out of the medical dildos and she could finally experience what her body had been missing her whole life. A dancing dream of beautiful flesh played out behind her eyes, she could feel the anal and vaginal dildos being drawn in by their respective fuckholes. She could feel her whole body relax and then tense in a new and different way. The pleading gaze she'd had aimed at Four this whole time seemed to smear and warp; all she wanted to do was break free, and lick, finger and scissor Four into blissful oblivion.