There was a private viewing booth at the Adult Entertainment division of Animalia School of Modeling, which involved the use of a one-way mirror. This was mainly used for directing, editing and similar things. But today, Abby and her friends were using it to watch the very first punishment of Heather as payment for hurting Roland and coming after them.
"When will it happen?" Asked Sophie, a little vindictively.
"We just have to wait until the guests of honor arrive." Answered Abby, reading the script that Miss Vivian had prepared.
"MOZER?!" Cried a voice in surprise and exasperation.
"And that would be one of them now." Said Malice, recognizing the voice.
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"Why would you be wearing such a scandalous thing?!" Asked Janice, seeing her mother in a French maid outfit that was even skimpier than what she was forced to wear before.
"You'll soon see." Said Anne, mysteriously, "Now sit back and enjoy the show." She said, motioning Sophie to join Abby and Co. (Roland watching the performance on a laptop provided by the hospital).
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Soon, Anne walked into the room where Heather was sitting, naked. If this was what she thought her first "punishment" was, she was badly mistaken.
"You might have noticed how people in Animalia have not approached within nine feet of you, for the short time you've been part of our community." Said Anne, in the manner of a strict nanny disciplining a slightly spoiled brat.
"I don't blame them." Answered Heather, getting up, flexing a few muscles, smacking her tush, and emphasizing her new bust with her arms, showing that she was in the upper tiers of Animalian "oppai" to use the Japanese term. "I am rather intimidating."
"It's not that." Retorted Anne, " It's the fact that you smell worse than the gym bag of the rake who I had to work for before I came here, WITHOUT changing or cleaning it out for three months."
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"PEE-YOO!" Said Malice, remembering the time she accidentally went into the men's locker room during her first year of school, and shuddering at the memory, especially of the smells.
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"I'm not..." said Heather, before taking a sniff under her arms, "I get your point." She corrected, wincing at the smell she found there.
"When was the last time you had a bath?" Asked Anne, her face stern and solid as stone. "We Animalians pay attention to scent even more so than humans do."
"Not since last summer at least." Replied Heather, trying to remember.
"That's what I thought." Answered Anne, clicking something in her hand and opening a trapdoor beneath Heather suddenly. Heather gave a brief cry of surprise as she fell through, followed by a loud splash. What came back up from below the stage was nothing less than a gigantic tin washtub. At this point, she realized what her punishment was supposed to be. Her face showed the classical "oh no" emotion as Anne began scrubbing her with new, stiff-haired brushes designed to clean reptilian Animalians. The cleaning was apparently designed to be both sexual AND painful (for Heather at least), but by the way Anne was talking to her ("Oh, don't grimace like a goblin. You need this."), it was like giving a bath to a young child, which increased the hilarious "wrongness" of the scene.
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"Is this all there is to it?" Asked Heather when she was allowed to get out of the tub, covered with suds, and sounding a lot less confident.
"Just one thing left to do." Replied Anne, casually pulling on a concealed rope and dumping a similarly sized tin tub of water onto Heather and washing all the suds off her.
"AGH! COLD!" Cried Heather, curling herself up, and concealing modesty. "Was that really necessary?" She asked, a little grumpily, but showing the "oh no, I'm doomed" expression when she saw the next torture devices in Anne's hands.
"It's all a part of being civilized in Animalia." Said Anne, cheerily, as she turned around with the special toothbrush and toothpaste in her hands.
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After various other forms of torture/getting cleaned, Heather lay on her stomach looking very miserable.
"Is there any more?" She asked, sullenly, "my soul feels soiled beyond all cleanliness."
"Just about." Answered Anne, just as creepily cheery as she was through the entire thing, "But don't forget you have clothes shopping later. That virgin killer sweater just isn't going to cut it in Animalia."
"Oh no." Said Heather, in the same tone of voice that a cartoon will when they suddenly find themselves in front of a loaded cannon.
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In the observation/editing room, everyone was laughing long, hard, and merrily at what they had witnessed.
"I guess maman DID learn something from her maid years." Said Janice, torn between exasperation and amusement.