Chapter 12

As soon as the door closed behind Amanda Sharon tried desperately to free her arms and legs but it was pointless and after a few desperate tries she gave up just as the door opened and a young woman with bobbed dark hair and wearing a purple dress entered.

"Good morning, slut." She greeted Sharon in an almost friendly way despite the derogatory term of address, her accent very similar to that of Amanda.

'Is it still morning!' Sharon thought to herself, it seemed like she had been here hours already although to be honest she had been drugged for so much of the time it was difficult to tell.

"I'm Rebekah by the way, although you will of course call me 'Miss' Rebekah. I'm Mistress Amanda's top hair stylist and I understand you are to be inducted today as a pony so you wont be too much of a strain on my talents." Rebekah said and, without a by your leave, swung the chair around, lifted and reclined it then let it slowly fall until Sharon's neck was resting in the indentation at the edge of the sink.

"Now I don't want any fuss, I have a very busy day ahead of me what with your daughter's photo shoot and everything. So I warn you, if I have any trouble with you I'll have you bound and gagged, oh of course you are already bound, well then bound even tighter and gagged." Rebekah said seemingly like every hairdresser in the world able to talk the hind leg off a ponygirl.

With very little finesse Rebekah sprayed Sharon's long hair before rubbing shampoo on her hands and massaging it deep into the roots. "Actually I'm quite looking forward to working with Sasha on your little plain Jane, it's always such a joy watching the swan emerge from the duckling." Rebekah said as if she were talking about the weather or where she had been on her holidays.

She quickly rinsed out the lather and then repeated the wash. "Got to get your hair nice and soft." Rebekah explained. In all this time Sharon had said not a word even though Rebekah seemed to be having a conversation with her.

With the second wash completed she lightly towel dried it before gently wiping a few stray suds from Sharon's forehead. She tossed the wet towel into the corner and Sharon found herself being righted once more. "Now this isn't the most pleasant way to style hair, but it will make your cap fit real nice."

Sharon was about to ask what she meant but Rebekah hardly drew breath before holding a strand of hair between her fingers tut tutted and told Sharon off for neglecting her hair. "When you have had your training I want you back here for a complete session."

Rebekah stood behind Sharon and backcombed all but the first inch of hair back from her hairline. This she combed out like a long fringe in front of Sharon's face. Then with a pair of bobby pins in her mouth she sectioned out the strands so that they were about one inch across. She held the comb tight against Sharon scalp and pulled it up and through the first section catching it between her fingers at the top and pulling it tight. Sharon winced and Rebekah said. "Oh don't be such a baby. If you want to look your best in the show ring you will have to put up with a little discomfort."

Sharon of course didn't particularly want to be in the 'show ring' at all let alone care about how she looked. Keeping the hair taught Rebekah proceeded to twist the strand, and, as it started to corkscrew slightly Rebekah gradually moved her hand nearer and nearer to Sharon's scalp, the strand of hair coiling around itself. Holding the top of the coil beneath her thumb Rebekah pushed the first bobby pin through it then a second at right angles to the first preventing it from coming loose any time soon. "One down! Now that wasn't that bad was it." Rebekah said as she lifted the next strand leaving Sharon to try and guess just how many times she would have to undergo this. By the time it was finished she had lost count and her head felt like it was on fire, each coil trying to pull her scalp away from its neighbours

"Close your eyes." Rebekah said and, without waiting for Sharon to comply, sprayed even more lacquer on Sharon's head than the women at the casino used to do. With the lacquer still wet Rebekah took a thin foam rubber cap off a wig stand and pressed it onto Sharon's head moving it left to right, back to front fixing it to the exposed edges of the hair grips. With a pair of scissors she trimmed the edges to just beyond Sharon's natural hairline.

"There." Rebekah satisfied with a job done well. "Now don't you dare touch it. Oh Of course you can't can you. I almost forgot about your bonds. Anyway someone will be in to dress you soon I'm sure, although I understand your trainer is currently being entertained so I doubt there will be any rush. Now I've got to go and start on your delightful daughter; we do so want her to look pretty on her pictures."

Without any further chatter Amanda found herself alone once more, tears streaming down her face. This time she didn't even bother to struggle against the bindings, just sat still while gentle sobs shook her naked body.

"You can stop that crying right now!" Sharon heard a voice proclaim from the doorway and through her tears she saw yet another young woman this time in a yellow dress and with very long blonde hair and carrying a plastic box.