‘Lilly could you stop that. They’re gonna be here any minute now.’

‘Do they recognize that I have another appointment at three o’clock?’

Her nasal voice surpassed the scratching in annoyingness, if such a thing was possible. How ever her sweet little girl, whom she had worked so hard to make to a child movie star, had developed into this nasty human being, was beyond her comprehension.

‘Your voice coach will be able to wait for some minutes. After all he will have the pleasure to train other then your oral cavity as a reward, won’t he?’

‘Don’t be gross, Mom.’

The lack of the usual aggressiveness in her voice had Barbara stop her stomping about the living room and look at her daughter. No one would have guessed that this fidgety teenager sitting there on the couch, looking scared, was a multimillion dollar film star. But the cameras ate her, and she ate the directors for breakfast … literally. But somewhere in there was still the little girl, who clung to her hand, afraid of the many people on the film set on her first day of shooting. And pity rose like pile in her throat.

‘Honey, are you sure you want to do this?’

Here it was again, the icy stare of someone, who would do anything for her career.

‘You know very well that I can’t afford any distraction now with these three projects coming on. If rehab told me one thing, then it was making radical decisions and getting control of my life. I will control this body and not the other way round.’

That’s what you get, when you mix home schooling with rehab gurus.

‘But there are other ways …’

‘What? Hiding my vibrator, putting chilli paste on my fingers like you did to prevent me from sucking my thumb, fucking my co-stars and falling in love again like with Brian? What?’

Lilly’s voice was catching, and this time it wasn’t an act. Her Disney show romance with 16 year old Brian Black had left her deeply scarred. When found out, it was all expertly hushed up, but Brian was written out of the show and was recently reported pushing supermarket trolleys in Oregon. 12 year old Lilly was told, never ever to contact him again, and she was a good girl and played by the rules. 4 years and two rehab clinics later she still regrets this decision.

The noise of tires on gravel stopped their discussion. Barbara made a jump for the door.

‘Let Phil do this.’

‘You might recall that we gave everyone time off. It’s not exactly a legal procedure and we don’t want any witnesses now, do we?’

She hated it, when her mother was right.

‘Dr. Klutzky, welcome and this must be …’

‘Jenny, my assistant.’

Why did plastic surgeons always carry this aura of artificiality around them? Jenny, however, … every teenage boy’s wet dream, gutter meets Hollywood, nurses for porn … any of these descriptions would only approximate her appearance.

‘Please, come along. I have prepared everything you asked for in the office.’

Jenny stood there wearily, ogling Lilly with unmitigated curiosity. Lilly finally couldn’t stand the stares in her back any more and stood up.

‘Hi, I’m Lilly.’

‘Oh God, I know, oh God he didn’t tell me, it would be you, oh God this is soo cool, do you know I’ve seen all your shows, and practically all your reruns, my sister has them all on DVD; I gave them to her for Christmas and …’

‘Ok Jenny, we only need the chair and the laser …’

The doctor’s voice coming from her mother’s study interrupted Jenny’s annoying fan babble. Lilly hated fans. That’s why she never went out. All these needy souls projecting their miserable expectations into her movie characters. Well, at least this one was very well trained as she stopped in mid sentence and flung herself to the van to unload fairly heavy looking equipment. Huffing and puffing she lay trails up the marble stairs and started pushing the surgical chair along them.

Despite herself it slipped out.

‘May I help …’

‚No, no, that’s very sweet of you. Here it’s easy. Once I had to carry it up three flights of stairs. I thought I would die, when I arrived on top. But there was no time, because I had to soothe this young girl.’

She giggled.

‘But it’s a prize worth paying.’

Curiosity got the better of Lilly.

‘Why?’

The chair was in the living room and Jenny took a breath.

‘That’s a long story.’

She ran out again to push the other medical equipment up the rails. Between grunts she continued.

‘My boyfriend had taken all my money and ran off. My porn producer had replaced me with a younger girl and said that I should only come back if I was ready for the really nasty stuff and if I had cut off my flappy lips, so my pussy looks younger. Isn’t it funny that bad things always come in pairs?’

‘How old were you?’

’19. Anyway. The other girls advised me to see Dr. Klutzky as he was known to be open for ‘arrangements’, if you get my drift. Although it meant in the end a little bit more than I had bargained for.’

Lilly had started to help pushing. Jenny looked worried and whispered.

‘I hope he doesn’t see this. He doesn’t like it when someone helps me. It’s always the cat then and that really hurts.’

A last push and they had reached the entrance.

‘The cat?’

‘The cat o’nine tails.’

A look of utter incomprehension marked Lilly’s beautiful face.

‘That whip with nine arms?’

‘He whips you?’

‘Yes, of course: I’m his slave, didn’t I mention that? Wanna see?’

Before Lilly could react, Jenny had shed her white coat, standing in the living room in all her naked glory. Her thighs striped with welts, pointing to a naked pussy.

‘You don’t have a …’

Lilly’s voice left her, her breath caught in her throat, her cheeks’ colour blossoming to pink.

‘Yes, that was the prize to pay: My clit … and indenture till I’ve paid my debt. Isn’t it beautiful?’

Jenny giggled proudly, opening her pussy further.

‘You see? Nothing there, it’s all gone, just my hole. I had an ‘outy’, so my outer lips always stay open and one sees the empty cleft, isn’t it pretty?’

Mesmerized Lilly had gone down on her knees, looking straight into Jenny’s cunt.

‘It’s all wet,’ she whispered referentially.

‘Always, especially when there is a cutting.’

Her face now only centimetres from Jenny’s wet slit, Lilly looked up to Jenny in wonder.

‘It doesn’t smell … like pussy.’

‘Well, with nothing there to keep the moisture, no cheesy, fishy, tangy smell, although sometimes when I go down on Debbie I miss it.’

‘Debbie?’

‘The girl, who was the slave before me, before she got pregnant.’

‘You … meet your boyfriend’s ex?’

Lilly definitely wasn’t into girls, but she couldn’t help herself. Her tongue automatically reached for the wet hole.

‘Oh yes, she lives with us, but now she’s only allowed to be the dog.’

‘Jenny!’

The clinking of ice in his whiskey and his icy voice told the two girls that Dr. Klutzky had come back from his joyful afternoon chat on the veranda, to which Barbara had seduced him.

‘Why isn’t the chair in the office yet?’

Lilly had jumped up, embarrassment written all over her face, the clear, sweet taste of Jenny’s pussy on the tip of her tongue.

‘It’s not Jenny’s fault, I asked her to show me.’

She stuttered, she never stuttered.

‘Well, let me be the judge of that. No, you don’t need your coat now, as you obviously like to show yourself naked so much.’

His menacing tone let both girls shudder, as Jenny left her coat on the floor and pushed with all her might to get the chair into position. Passing Barbara, who had joined them again, she heard a gasp.

‘Yes, dear Barbara, that’s how a cut pussy looks like. Fascinating, isn’t it? And your daughter will look like that in just some minutes.’

Jenny rushed to push the laser into the office, when a grip to her arm stopped her. ‘Show yourself!’

Barbara wanted to turn her face, but there Jenny stood, her fingers opening her petals to reveal clean skin above an open hole glistening with wetness.

‘Touch it!’

His voice left no choice. Gingerly Barbara’s finger trailed along the blameless skin till it touched hot wetness and her hand pulled back as if hit by an electric shock. Jenny’s downcast eyes searched for a forbidden answer, which she found in Barbara’s astonished smile. A happy grin was her reply.

‘Cool, hm?’

A raspy cough by Dr. Klutsky showed her her place.

‘So Miss, time to shed your clothes. I assume you’re shaved as by instruction.’

‘I’m always shaved’, came Lilly’s icy reply. She knew how to deal with these mini-Napoleons. In one movement she lost her clothes and stood there naked, defiantly. Without further instruction she hopped on the chair and put her feet in the stirrups. Jenny was even faster in closing the restraints. Lilly’s lips trembled.

‘Is that necessary?’

Her voice cloudy now.

‘Yes.’

The short reply and his brief smile showed how much he liked to break the defiant ones. Much more fun then the sissies, who went shouting to grave, so to speak.

‘I want to see.’

Oh, he liked that. Seeing what happened to them, makes even the strongest squeamish.

‘As you wish.’

Jenny opened the head restraint and put a cushion under Lilly’s head, her worried look mirroring the smile on her master’s face.

‘I will put the clamp now, which has especially been moulded to the specifications of your mother.’

‘You took my measurements down there?’

Daggers in her voice and eyes.

‘Yes, my dear. It’s not like I don’t know how you look like. After all I changed your nappies.’

That’s the Lilly, she knew the last couple of years. Quick with her temper. Always demanding, always complaining. Somehow that helped with not feeling sorry for her anymore.

‘When?’

‘When you were out with one of your sleeping pills and I had to carry you up to your bed.’

‘Well, that’s finished now, no more sleeping pills to prevent myself from wanking the whole night.’

Jenny had to giggle at that, while helping to get all of Lilly’s inner lips and the very prominent clit through the thin clamp.

‘Ouch.’

‘Here we go. The clamp is closed, now we have to wait only for some minutes. May I be so forthright, Barbara, and ask if there is some more where that came from?’

Barbara smiled and took his whiskey glass, fingers touching. They disappeared towards the back garden.

‘Uhuh.’

Her breathing ragged, Lilly stared at the ceiling.

‘It really starts hurting now, doesn’t it? May I help you? This normally distracts from the pain.’

Jenny bent over and started to lick Lilly’s protruding clit.

‘Look, it’s growing now. Mhm and you taste so good. No one will believe me that I was allowed to eat your pussy. Not that I’m allowed to tell anyone anyhow. It’s all out now from the hood, shining red. It’s like saying its last good bye. Oh I so love licking clit, it reminds me of my own and how I played with it. I get so excited and swollen and wet and it feels like it’s growing back again.’

‘Gngn, you’re going to make me come.’

‘Nonnono, it’s better you stay on the edge.’

Jenny had stopped licking Lilly’s clit and nibbled on her swollen protruding lips instead.

‘Do you feel that?’

‘What?’

‘Mhm, you see. Your lips are getting numb already.’

‘How are we doing?’

Jenny was startled, the doctor was back already with a rather dishevelled looking Barbara in tow.

‘She’s still not ..’

‘Oh, I think she’s ready.’

His look said it all. Jenny was worried now.

‘Shouldn’t we restrain her head again and her mouth, doctor?’

She really didn’t want her favourite actress to damage her face or tongue.

‘Oh I think Lilly will be brave enough to handle that, isn’t it. So no banging your head about, no screaming, no biting your tongue, understood?’

It was always fun to give patients impossible tasks to fulfil. On the brink of orgasm, pain radiating from her crotch, sweat tripping down her face, Lilly could only nod.

‘Good. What we have here is a laser scalpel X349, the latest of the latest developments, which produces paper thin cuts and closes wounds in 0,3 seconds with a power output …’

Telling patients about the technical aspects of operations made them usually nervous as hell, what joy!

‘Could you stop with your used car salesman pitch and start cutting!’

The ice princess was back. Oh he will take his time, savouring every moment.

‘As you wish. We start on top.’

Jenny’s saucer like eyes said it all. Starting at the top meant torture, because, after cutting the clit, there still would be the lips to cut. Jenny grabbed Lilly’s hood and clit, bending it to one side. Lilly hissed. When the laser hid the top of her hood, producing fumes of burned flesh, her face crunched up, but she didn’t make a noise. She kept on looking, forcing herself to see her own mutilation, her hands balled in fists. As if looking was the closest to performing this punishment herself. A punishment she wanted for the loss of her father, for the loss of Brian, for the loss of her mother. Her father just lived across town, but it would hurt too much to visit. Finding Brian would only mean some phone calls, but it would hurt too much to hear his voice again. Her mother was her manager, but it would hurt too much to treat her like a mother. This hurt on the other hand was good, she could take it, it was there, physical.

When one side of the hood was complete, Jenny had to bend it to the other side, pressing it on the open wound. Lilly groaned, her head flinging once from left to right. Then she was back, her eyes burning with pain. Jenny tried to smile at her, but it looked more like she would start crying herself. Barbara had finished three fingernails by now. She wanted to stop looking, but she couldn’t. This was revenge for years of treating her like a slave. But there was no joy in it, only this ball of anguish burning in her stomach, the foul residue of a mother’s love.

Lilly was shaking, her face red and sweaty, her lips a thin line. Several times her eyes had rolled into her head and Jenny thought she would faint. The hood separated from her body. Barbara gasped. There it was: Lilly’s clit standing proud and blue on top of her pussy, towering over a burned line of flesh, squeezed by the white clamp.

‘Isn’t it pretty? We could keep it that way, like a little cock.’

He was in a jolly good mood, toying with her, taunting her.

‘Just cut it.’ A hiss.

‘Oh well. Your wish is my command.’

He pinched the top, made the first incision and she broke. Lilly’s head snapped back, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her legs and arms rattled in the restraints, her fingers clawing the air. Barbara saw Lilly’s asshole contracting, and again and again … A tear ran down Barbara’s face, her baby was losing the essence of her sex, because of her, because she had pushed her into this stupid career, because …God this was the sexiest sight ever, her daughter in a massive orgasm as her clit was slowly separated from her body. She wanted to run there, to hug her, but Jenny was already there, trying to calm her, holding her head to prevent her from thrashing around, speaking soothing nonsense …

‘ …yes, let it all out, oh you’re coming so good, it’s your last orgasm, come on I want to hear it, don’t hold it back …’

A keening noise started at the back of Lilly’s throat, till it culminated in a shriek, a scream, a sob and even a louder scream till she ran out of breath, hiccupping.

‘Oh shit, it’s so strong, it’s hurting so much, I’m cramping, it’s so tight, oh God …’

Cradling Lilly’s head, Jenny stroke her hair, while Lilly’s tears stained Jenny’s naked breasts, her nipples hard like pebbles. Jenny knew that the worst was over as Dr. Klutsky had started to cut the lips and, although his intention was to prolong the agony, Jenny knew the counter remedy. Pinching Lilly’s nipples, she whispered, ‘Let’s take the pain away.’

Lilly looking into Jenny’s eyes shook her head, snivelling, whimpering nearly inaudible, ’I’m not sure I can take it…’

‘You can.’

Lilly’s eyes rolled into her head, her belly rippling. Barbara couldn’t believe her eyes. Did Lilly just come again? Her asshole and perineum certainly looked like they wanted to disappear into her body. A rattling exhalation of breath meant the end of Lilly’s last orgasm but also her consciousness. Or at least she had fallen asleep out of exhaustion.

Cleaning the area with disinfectant, Dr Klutsky hummed to himself. He hadn’t fulfilled all his sadistic plans today, but as it was Jenny’s fault she would have to pay for it and that prospect always lifted his mood. Jenny knew what awaited her, so her face was sullen as she opened the restraints, shaking Lilly in the process.

‘Rise and shine, sleepy head.’

Groaning Lilly opened her eyes, looking into the smiling face of Jenny, who had learned the hard way to mask her own fears.

‘Here we go. Slowly now. One step at a time:’

Lilly hissed and puffed. This hurt really bad. Looking down she saw the clamp still attached in the middle of her swollen sex.

‘Why’s the clamp still there?’

‘You can take it off in a couple of hours. Then it is sure that the wounds won’t open again.’

Lilly tried to walk and nearly collapsed, wouldn’t it have been for Jenny who held her.

‘I need pain killers.’

‘Well, I know someone who said she doesn’t want any anaesthetic, any painkillers because it poisons her body and then she gets pimples and she doesn’t want to get addicted to painkillers again and go to rehab, do you know that person?’

Oh, how she hated her mother.

‘But it hurts like crazy, I can’t go to Tony like that.’

She shouted. Her voice was still there, no damage because of the screaming.

‘Bad luck, I warned you that you should take several days off. No. The lady says she doesn’t need that, she can take it, she’s not a baby anymore.’

There was venom and a great sadness in her mother’s acrid reply.

Lilly groaned as she bent for her clothes. Trembling she started dressing, then stopped.

‘I’m sweaty and I stink.’

‘Your voice training starts in 5 minutes, there’s no time for a shower. Here.’

It might not have been on purpose that some of the perfume struck her pussy and made her shriek and pitty-pat on the floor, but it certainly gave a pretty picture. Though her G-string was left lying on the floor, it took her another five minutes to finish dressing and tame her sweaty red curls in front of the entrance hall mirror, her tired eyes barely able to focus. Still she somehow found herself matured, her freckles conveying not the usual sickly innocence, but a sultry secret. Finally she tumbled out the door trying to strike her normal regal pose.

‘The car waits at the door. It has its instructions.’

‘Where’s Henry? Oh, every one on holiday today …’

Her mumbling sounded slightly drunk as her brain tried to find a compromise between her iron will and the pulsing pain in her crotch. Every step agony … and pleasure? Her pussy tight as a fist, her juice wetting her thighs … how could this be? She had to make it to the car, it would be too embarrassing if she convulsed in the middle of the drive way. She only hoped that she smelled now like Jenny, light and fruity and not her usual thick, tangy, redhead flavour. She wasn’t in the mood for flaring nostrils of a randy driver.

Jenny had just finished loading the equipment, her naked body gleaming with sweat, a reaction to the strenuous work as much as to the fear of her master’s wrath, as Lilly walked past, ignoring her. The sadness of this slight deepened, when she heard Dr. Klutsky from the porch of the house, where he and Barbara stood smiling, observing Lilly’s torturous walk.

‘I think Tony will have to restrict himself to voice training today.’

‘Ah, one could always fight pain with pain and have same little anal interlude.’

‘You’re so mean, Dr. Klutsky.’

‘Talking of which. Have you ever pierced a nipple, Barbara?’