The Medusa System

Rita could only grunt uselessly. The man chuckled.

"On to the next experiment then. I bet you're wondering why we shaved your head…"

In truth, the situation was too bizarre and Rita was too scared to wonder about much of anything. The question seemed rhetorical however. Her captor seemed to like to talk.

"A problem we've had with our slaves has been their hair. Sure, you can dye it and style it, but that's a hassle for our customers. Takes up to much time that could go to fucking and punishment. So we've developed a little prototype that we'd like you to test out for us. We call it the Medusa System."

Rita's brown eyes widened. She babbled incoherently into her gag. An electronic buzzing signaled the entry of three women clad in latex maid uniforms into her cell. Behind them a blonde girl in a shiny, pink nurses uniform rolled in what appeared to be a salon chair, with a large suspended dome that would come down over her head.

The maids released Rita's restraints and wrestled her to the chair. It was easy for them, Rita still being a little woozy from the injection. She was strapped securely into the chair. A restraint went around her neck, keeping it straight. She couldn't move her head. The nurse was behind her, operating some sort of control panel.

The dome lowered over Rita's head slowly. She tried to scream, but the damn gag solidified again. The first of a multitude of pricks stung Rita's scalp. Over and over, for nearly an hour this went on. They stopped abruptly and the dome raised. The sexy nurse came around and inspected the results. Rita could feel something hairlike brushing against her neck. The nurse turned to a maid.

"Get her a mirror. I want her to see it."

A few moments later a maid stepped in front of her with the mirror. She held it up. Rita saw that her hair had been replaced with something. Fine threads of something translucent hung where her golden locks had before. The threads were slightly thicker than real hair. It looked artificial. Doll-like. Tears filled Rita's eyes.

"Let her rip, Doc," the nurse said to the room.

"Excellent," came the voice over the PA.

The threads embedded in her scalp stirred slightly. Rita tried to scream, to get free, but escape was impossible. Rita watched her reflection as the threads turned from translucent to brown. Then to red. Then to blonde. A rainbow of colors followed, everything from black, to metallic gold, to neon pink. There was even a setting where her hair glowed in the dark.

"I'd say it's a success, Doc," said the nurse. She turned to Rita, smiling.

"On to phase two."

Rita could only whimper.