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PIECEMEAL FASHION
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Nina raved about her discovery with almost missionary zeal.
"This is really really good stuff! More than hallucinogenic. Different than 3D glasses. You can control it. You think of a scenario that fascinates you and you will slip into it.
Have you ever dreamed of flying like a bird? Swimming with dolphins? Competing with the rock divers of Acapulco?
Being a porn star or Tsarina Catherine? You can be anything and do anything you want. I asure you, it works perfectly."
Then she left me alone with her tiny little gift.

************************************************************************

I swallow the pill. On an empty stomach.

"It will take about 15 minutes for the effect to come," she said.

"Whatever fascinates you, just think of it and you will slip into it."

What has particularly fascinated me recently? I am a bit perplexed. I look around my messy room. My eyes fall on the trash magazine on the floor next to the couch. "Men's magazine". The front page announces a spectacular article. About the fate of captives in the hands of native tribes. Primarily about female captives. Of course illustrated. Lurid, but kind of fascinating...

I'm getting warm. Feel dazed. While lying down on the couch, I manage to take off my jeans and unbutton my white blouse. I'm surprised: My belly seems so flat, my waist is narrow, my breasts are more voluptuous and my blonde hair is fuller than ususal. I look like those tied up sex bombs on the cover page.

Then it flickers before my eyes...

***********************************************************************

Not a single one of the warriors has missed the opportunity.
I feel the semen from my captors running down my thighs.
One of the braves grabs me by the hair and pulls me up. They drag me to the middle of their village, tie me to a wooden stake.
Several women come along. They would like to take part in the game.
They start mangling my ample breasts with their knives. For the time being they leave it to small carvings.
Nevertheless I am roaring in pain.
From any unknown reason they have left me my blouse. They knotted the fabric under my breasts. Perhaps as a kind of barrier?
Maybe they don't want the lower parts of my body disfigured by uncontrolled trickles of blood.
Yes, they want to spare that regions for later. Unspoiled.
Every now and then an arrow pierces my skin and the tribe enjoys my writhing.
But they are skilled and very careful not to end the game prematurely.
Then they place burning pieces of wood around the stake.
More and more.
I'm performing a frantic dance.
Trying to kick away the firewood.
In vain.
They never tire of pushing the glowing char back.
Blisters appear on the skin of my feet and lower legs...

I'm screaming my heart out.

Oh my God, stop that fucking nightmare!
What did Nina say about the duration?
How long does the trip last?

I realize that we never brought up this topic.

When does it end?

How does it end?

DOES IT END?
 
You have done an excellent job of stepping up the damage to her body without going too far with it. It still has erotic appeal, at least imo. Good job, and a fantastic scene. Thank you for sharing.

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Arcimboldo said:
PIECEMEAL FASHION
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Nina raved about her discovery with almost missionary zeal.
"This is really really good stuff! More than hallucinogenic. Different than 3D glasses. You can control it. You think of a scenario that fascinates you and you will slip into it.
Have you ever dreamed of flying like a bird? Swimming with dolphins? Competing with the rock divers of Acapulco?
Being a porn star or Tsarina Catherine? You can be anything and do anything you want. I asure you, it works perfectly."
Then she left me alone with her tiny little gift.

************************************************************************

I swallow the pill. On an empty stomach.

"It will take about 15 minutes for the effect to come," she said.

"Whatever fascinates you, just think of it and you will slip into it."

What has particularly fascinated me recently? I am a bit perplexed. I look around my messy room. My eyes fall on the trash magazine on the floor next to the couch. "Men's magazine". The front page announces a spectacular article. About the fate of captives in the hands of native tribes. Primarily about female captives. Of course illustrated. Lurid, but kind of fascinating...

I'm getting warm. Feel dazed. While lying down on the couch, I manage to take off my jeans and unbutton my white blouse. I'm surprised: My belly seems so flat, my waist is narrow, my breasts are more voluptuous and my blonde hair is fuller than ususal. I look like those tied up sex bombs on the cover page.

Then it flickers before my eyes...

***********************************************************************

Not a single one of the warriors has missed the opportunity.
I feel the semen from my captors running down my thighs.
One of the braves grabs me by the hair and pulls me up. They drag me to the middle of their village, tie me to a wooden stake.
Several women come along. They would like to take part in the game.
They start mangling my ample breasts with their knives. For the time being they leave it to small carvings.
Nevertheless I am roaring in pain.
From any unknown reason they have left me my blouse. They knotted the fabric under my breasts. Perhaps as a kind of barrier?
Maybe they don't want the lower parts of my body disfigured by uncontrolled trickles of blood.
Yes, they want to spare that regions for later. Unspoiled.
Every now and then an arrow pierces my skin and the tribe enjoys my writhing.
But they are skilled and very careful not to end the game prematurely.
Then they place burning pieces of wood around the stake.
More and more.
I'm performing a frantic dance.
Trying to kick away the firewood.
In vain.
They never tire of pushing the glowing char back.
Blisters appear on the skin of my feet and lower legs...

I'm screaming my heart out.

Oh my God, stop that fucking nightmare!
What did Nina say about the duration?
How long does the trip last?

I realize that we never brought up this topic.

When does it end?

How does it end?

DOES IT END?
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Nice hint keeping the modern-day blouse. The setup is plausible. Even in disgusting details you maintain and artist-erotic touch!
 
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