Chapter Nine
Kelly Devers sits on a stool next to a large tub filled with fragrant suds, the soft sore flesh of her client immersed in soothing warmth. She soaps the girl’s head, the aftercare mandating glabrousness. A straight edged razor begins to glide, assuring the girl’s unsightly baldness is shiny smooth.
“Your cunny became a wellspring, Pattie, despite all the pain and trauma. Very telling.”
It was. As Kelly removed the rows of needles agonizingly thrust through her labia, she verbally took Pattie through life at Nusquam... life for those selected to serve. It seems the envisioned existence reeled through Pattie’s mind like a graphic porn movie. Feminine essence oozed down her thighs.
“Must I give up everything?”
“Yes. That’s the rule. You will have nothing... own nothing...
