Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Too Good To Be True Chapter 9 This story contains sexual situations that should not be read by anyone who is either not old enough to do so or who would be offended if they did. This story is copyright Amanda 2003 (C) please do not reproduce this work without my prior approval as it is close to my heart. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---- Sharon felt cold water on her lips and a soft voice telling her to drink. She tried to lift her hands to take the cup but couldn't move them, the cup seemed to tip towards her mouth of it's own volition the water going half down her throat the other down her wind pipe causing her to cough violently to avoid choking. The cup was removed and as Sharon got her breath back she was brought back to reality as the remains of the water in the cup was thrown in her face and someone grabbed her hair, pulling her head back into the chair. "Time to wake up and smell the coffee, slut." Amanda's full red lips spat the words at Sharon. Who suddenly remembered where she was although not how she came to be strapped into this chair. She could remember the sauna and having the body wax and the start of a massage then everything seemed to become blurred just the deep sense of having been very sexually aroused. Consequently she disappointed Amanda by asking "What the hell are you doing!" rather than the classical 'Where am I?' Amanda's hand slapped the left side of Sharon's face leaving the marks of her fingers rising red on Sharon's cheek. Had her hands not been securely fastened to the arms of the chair Sharon would now be rubbing it heartily to remove the sting. Apart from the finger marks, Sharon's face went white as she suddenly remembered Jane. "What have you done to my little girl?" Sharon wanted to demand but somehow it came out rather pitifully. Amanda swung the chair so that it faced the wall opposite the sink on which was mounted a large plasma screen TV that, as Amanda pressed the remote control, flickered into life. The view was back in the room where Carrie had so brutally Sharon now realised given her a full body wax. With perfect timing the 2 technicians flicked the hardening wax and pulled it away. Sharon felt her stomach tighten as she knew how painful it would be, she of course did not know that their original coat had hardened too fast and they had to replace it so no hair was removed at all. Carrie made a mental note to tell her Mistress about it as it enhanced the 'feeling no pain' image they were trying, very successfully, to illicit. "What's the matter with her? Why isn't she moving?" Sharon asked scared to the bottom of her heart. The answer came when Carrie moved left out of shot and Jane saw the masks covering Jane's eyes, nose and mouth. "Oh my god is she alright? What is that stuff?" Sharon realised that Jane was not unconscious as Carrie returned to stand beside her daughter and started to apply the cleansing, soothing balm to her tits as Sasha attended to her vulva. Even in her doped state Jane responded, trying to move her arms to 'help' but was prevented by the 2 women who continued to apply the balm all over Jane's body even where it had been previously applied lightening her skin even more. "Its really a very interesting substance." Amanda said answering Sharon's last question as she turned off the feed from the waxing room. "Too higher dose and the users muscles relax completely, unfortunately that includes the heart and diaphragm, death is not quick and I understand, quite painful. A high, non lethal dose, acts like a standard anaesthetic. It's at the sort of level that Jane is receiving that it is the most fascinating. You see it acts like a hypnotropic, making the recipient compliant and open to suggestion with an added side affect that it seems to affect the pleasure centres of the brain, in particular the ones concerned with sexual arousal, in short it has amazing aphrodisiacal properties. Little Jane there will soon be so horny she wont know what to do; but don't worry we know how to stop young girls being frustrated. I suppose it's only draw back, or major advantage depending on your point of view, is how addictive it seems to be, after just a few hours of exposure, the body craves it. We had a girl who once tried to do cold turkey but her heart was so accustomed to its relaxant properties that it raced so fast I understand it would have burst if she hadn't come running back begging to be taken in." Sharon put 2 and 2 together and said as she recalled her feelings in the sauna. "That's what was in the sauna, isn't it?" Amanda smiled "Very good, sweetie. How clever of you to guess. It has 2 states one an oily liquid the other gaseous. It also makes an excellent addition to massage oil as it is absorbed through the skin quite well, hence Sami's precautionary attire, oh I forgot you didn't see Sami did you, such a shame she really does look quite fetching in her 'blue roan' outfit. "We add it to some of our cosmetics as well as we find it helps our models to not concentrate too much on their assignments and very soon they come to associate the makeup and their assignments with the sense of well being. Also our clients tend to come in to contact with our girls and so they too benefit from it, and of course enjoy themselves much more with our girls than any of our rivals. It really is a win win situation for us. "Now, providing you are a good girl, I'll make sure Sasha keeps checking Jane's dosage; if not, I might let her forget and Jane will simply..." Amanda didn't finish the sentence, she didn't need to. "What do you want?" Sharon asked as her shoulders drooped in defeat. Amanda smiled her acceptance of Sharon's surrender and said. "All I want is for you and your sweet daughter to adhere to the terms of the contract you signed, namely that you will do exactly as you are told during your preparation. By now of course Jane will agree to anything, especially if she can have some more of that wonderfully relaxing substance, then when I have seen the photos at the end of the day, if I like what I see, I will sign you exclusively to my agency. I wasn't lying in my letter when I said the mother and daughter on the brochure cover, Karen and Elizabeth I believe, were on an assignment in the Bahamas; of course I didn't mention that our client there has certain, shall we say desires, that they help to fulfil. Right now I want you to sit still whilst my chief stylists prepare your hair and makeup. "Why are you doing this?" Sharon sobbed, wanting to blow her nose but unable to do so because of her restraints. "And here I was thinking you were such a smart cookie." "Did it not occur to ask who it was recommended you to us? No? Well it was your old friend from your previous employers, a Mr McKinley. He has passed several ex employees our way, especially if they need to raise cash quickly, In your case I understand a great deal of cash. Well as we said in our brochure we like to speculate to accumulate so we have bought out your debt on the basis of your future earnings. I'm sure I don't need to tell you that should you not live up to my and my clients expectations our Mr McKinley will have to save face some other way. "Talking of clients." Amanda continued, hardly pausing for breath. "I have a very special client due in the next few minutes. And I have a very strong feeling she will be very keen to meet you. She can be a little snobbish but deep down she's really just a bored rich bitch. "She has a penchant for the female equine, mares to be precise, no in fact dames. She likes fillies too especially when they are still with the dame. "I'm sure you are aware of the 'ponygirl' fantasy." Sharon was indeed aware of it as the dancers at the club sometimes did a 'routine' where they wore blinders and reins and pranced about in high heeled boots while some stage hand hit 2 halves of a coconut shell together. Also she'd come across a site on the Internet once with similarly dressed women, although Sharon had not stayed to investigate further. Sharon's head fell as tears started to roll down her cheeks. "You evil bitch." she said, though without any of the passion such a statement normally carried. The flat of Amanda's hand slapped the right side of Sharon's face so hard it turned though 90 degrees. "Don't you ever show me disrespect you slut." Amanda growled. "From this moment on I am 'Mistress Amanda' to you. You will obey my every command and those of my staff and other slaves. You are the lowest, slut. The bottom of the pile." Then her voice returned to its normal silky smoothness, as she let her fingers trace the glowing handprint on Sharon's cheek, a perfect mirror of the one from earlier. "But if you obey me you may find I can bring pleasure as well as pain, or both in such exquisite balance you will not know which is which. Oh and don't worry about your exposure to my magic elixir, the anti toxin I gave you will have expunged it from your system; for now." "Please don't get up." Amanda said sarcastically as she left Sharon alone with her tears.