Harem

... That morning on her vanity instead of a thong and sheer top Ami found a simple white T shirt and loose drawstring skirt, something was up. When she went down stairs Jason was there and told her not to eat anything, but she could have coffee. (She wondered if she should mention the toast she had earlier.) She had a variety of suspicions as to what was going on, what ever it was it was just for her because everybody else looked the same as always.

... After Breakfast Jason lead her out the front door. An ambulance was sitting there waiting. Ami knew then what they were up to. She turned to Jason to plead her case but David was ready with a handkerchief of ether, or chloroform, or what ever. The important thing was that nothing was very important to Ami anymore.

... That wasn't exactly true either. There were important things it was just that Ami had a very hard time keeping them at the front of her mind. It was like trying to grab fish, they kept slipping away.

... She had a clear impression of being wheeled into a hospital. Some very solemn looking guy consulted with Jason and then drew on her boobies with a felt pen. Some other guy made marks on her tummy. They tickled but Ami couldn't do anything more then smile. Then things went dark and she was in a room with a lot of other people on beds and nurses hovering about.

... She started to come out of the anathesia. Jason was there again as was David. "How are you feeling?"

... "Okay, I guess."

... "Well if you're feeling up to it you can leave."

... "Uhm, can't wait to get home." It was meant to be a joke but she found after she said it that much of it was true. They helped her put the T shirt on over her bandages. She stepped into the skirt and pulled it up. Her stomach hurt terribly too. They rode home in the limo. Back at the mansion Jason placed her in a room of her own on the second floor. She fell back to sleep. She woke in time for dinner, very hungry.

... That evening Ami returned to the dorm. The house disturbed her somehow and she had gotten so she didn't like being alone. She felt like crap. She wanted to take a bath but the instructions had been not to disturb the bandages. She had trouble falling asleep but little trouble lying still. She eventually drifted off. She slept in that morning.

... The trio came and got her. They helped her to remove her T shirt, her arms hurt terribly and lifting them over her head was next to impossible. They gently washed off the gauze and bandages. In addition to the ones she expected on her chest she had ones on her lower stomach. Her skin was bruised from her nipples down. (The weird part was that her nipples were erect. Ami had no idea what part of this she thought was arousing, maybe they were full of blood too. But the work she thought had been limited to the underside of her breasts.)

... She foregoed the orgasm that morning. The girls helped her to apply small bandages to the incisions in her chest and they also found two on her lower abdomen. Ami asked them but they weren't clear on the cuts on her abdomen. They told her the incisions and the bruising on her breasts were completely normal and that it would get worse before it got better. (Jason had done more then just insert the tubes into her breasts, she wanted to know what it was.)

... The other girls made her breakfast and carried her plates to the table for her. After breakfast she stood beside Jason's table in the garden. She waited and eventually he dained to notice her. She pointed to the band aids on her abdomen. "What are these for?"

... Jason considered for awhile but decided to answer her there rather then taking her aside. "Your tubes were tied." Shock rushed over Ami like a wave. "We had talked about it after that Boy got you pregnant. I didn't put you on depro like the other girls because I knew you were worried about possibly passing on the genes for MS. I did some research and found that there are genetic problems in your family so I took care of the problem for you."

... Needless to say, Ami was staggered, the audacity of the man, to alter her body, forever, to take away from her the option, no matter what the risk, the option of having children. She supposed that technically there were still options but ... (That wasn't all of it, she could see by his expression.) "What else did they do?"

... "They removed your uterus, they left the ovaries so you won't need hormone treatments but you won't have to deal with monthly periods any more."

... Ami had to turn away. She could taste the blood where her gums were bleeding because she was clenching her jaws so tightly. Jason sounded like he was pleading for understanding. "Without a chance for babies leaving you with the curse seemed ridiculous."

... That was all. He had thought it all out and made these decisions for her. What could she expect though under the circumstances? He'd already taken complete control of her life and Aaron's and the lives of eleven other girls and their loved ones. She shouldn't be surprised. These actions were right in keeping. She had to acknowledge that.

... She turned and nodded that she did understand. He smiled and she returned his smile. She turned to go when something else struck her. He'd talked about her ass but so far it felt untouched (of course now she had no reason not to expect to wake up one morning and find it sore and re-sculpted. She could never get him to promise not to touch it with out telling her first. She was his to sculpt, it was a mere inconvenience that she had a mind of her own.) But he had told her that her liked her nipples erect and he had directed her to make them erect several times. Now her nipples were erect and sore. "My nipples, did they ...?"

... "They were injected with silicone. They'll stay erect on their own now."

... It fit, it was all of a piece. (HE liked them erect so he had them made that way.) She nodded again. She needed to sit down and think. She couldn't sit in the sun. She went inside. In the locker room she looked at herself in the mirror. It was painful but she removed her shirt.

... Her nipples were erect and they would stay that way forever. She'd read that the first woman to have breast augmentation had straight silicone injections into her breasts and never had any ill effects so she wasn't worried about getting sick. It was just that, her body had been altered and it would never go back.

... It was possible to remove implants but raw silicone injected into her nipples? Her breasts did sit up high on her chest but they were full of blood. The blood would have to be absorbed by the body before she could tell what the implants looked like. She looked at her abdomen. She pressed on it and it hurt but she couldn't really feel anything missing. She would have to wait for the blood to dissipate there too.

... She'd been altered there too and while there was a chance of reconnecting her fallopian tubes or of harvesting her eggs, artificially inseminating them and then placing them in her uterus to come to term naturally, now even that had been taken away from her. It was true she'd had nightmares about giving birth to babies with defects or passing on MS but still, she hadn't made up her mind yet. (She had to remember that Jason was always two steps ahead. If she was thinking about it, he had decided about it already.)

... That meant that he had decided about the surgery on her ass already. He wouldn't tell her she knew and he wouldn't promise her anything either. Her life was out of her control, she had to accept that. No she didn't. That was a brainwashing technique. It was called "snapping." A person put up with seemingly insurmountable pressures without bending and then they just "snapped" and they were ready for rebuilding. Getting pregnant by that Boy would have been a "snap" inducing event, perhaps it was, but it went the wrong way. It reminded her of who she'd been. This taking control from her and showing that only Jason had the power was designed to put Jason central. And the permanent changes to her body, they were part of it too.

... In 1984 the guy had gone through everything but the final awful thing they did to him was give him a mirror so he could see how his body had become almost unrecognizable. So much of our self image is a physical thing. She'd felt it when Mark had removed her pubic hair. Now her body had changed permanently without her consent or work and only Jason held the power.

... This was designed to destroy her sense of an independent self. She'd been sitting on the sink. She stood up and pushed off the loose skirt, loose so it wouldn't put pressure on her sore waist. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was different then a couple months ago. First of course were the huge bruises, then the hard nipples and the small pubic patch. But there was also the darker skin. A result of her long hours in the sun, swimming, lying out and walking around naked. Her stomach and leg muscles were much stronger, and so were her arm muscles. A result of the swimming and the boxing. (She looked at her ass, it looked OK but then she'd never paid particular attention to it so she didn't know if it looked "better" or not.)

... She'd effected her appearance and her body too, in ways that Jason couldn't, not even with an army of doctors. She'd learned a lot too, there was the boxing of course, but she'd learned a lot about herself too. And she was determined to continue. Jason only controlled the environment, he didn't control her mind unless she gave it to him and she wouldn't.