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logan222

Assistant executioner
There were of course tools to help stimulate and swell the clit but Nurse Taylor had found that direct oral stimulation really put the serum to work. Like CPR, some things just required a human touch.

She started with long slow sucks, increasing in intensity. Feeling the tip swell she moaned in amusement and looked up at her helpless charge, pleased to find that she was not enjoying this attention.

While the exact sensations were quite indescribable, she knew that the red hot fire burning in the center of Penny’s universe would also be receptive to the unavoidable pleasure that was written into her clitoris’s entire existence.

Circling the clit like a shark circling prey, her tongue expertly pushed deeper down the already lengthening clit to the washer and then immediately up and down the girl's slit. As expected, the unmistakable juices of lust were beginning to coat the inner lips of Penny.

Penny’s head was spinning and she felt lightheaded, the sharp building pleasure lightly wrapped around a burning hot bubble of pain - the days of being awake in the shipping box and the absolute inescapable bondage were crushing her will - she couldn’t do anything and it exhausted her. Her eyes began to flutter, her view hazing….before the licking between her legs suddenly became fast and intense.

Snapping her eyes open, the scene in front of her had changed - one of the slave girls was now dutifully eating her out and kissing and suckling on her sizable labia. The other slave was fiddling with something up to Pennys right out of her view, her large latex clad breasts rubbing Penny's cheek. Seems like she was attaching something to the bar holding her. Only after finishing and returning to the cart did Penny get a look at what she was doing. In her hands was a large IV bag of a milky white substance. Walking up to Pennys left now, she presumably hung the second IV drip bag up there.

“Vitula-L” Claire's voice. “Amazing stuff. There are a few variants of it. The normal tit expansion is Vitula-E whereas the lactation variant that has prolactin and other hormones mixed in to stimulate extreme milk production are designated Vitula-L. There are a few others that can result in varying different breasts but these are the only ones you two need to be concerned about.”

Claire lazily leaned back in the office chair and started playing with a paperweight on her desk “The base effect of Vitula is pretty much the same. This wonderful solution inflames localised tissue in the breast swelling it significantly. I’m told that the process is excruciating. I believe some of the interviews with test subjects after said it was akin to having your tits turn into burning coals” Claire grimaced, gnashing her teeth. “Yowch!! Anyway, after a lot of skin stretching the inflamed tissue eventually settles and your body will break it down into fat leaving you with an enhanced set of tits that feel very real and natural! Some of the other variants we have can have a harder breast for a more ‘bolt-on’ effect but we don’t want that for you now Penny or Amy, do we?”

“As for the Spatium...These will be applied to a few of your special parts and actually help with the elasticity of the skin without damaging or affecting the sensitivity of the tissue! Something to do with replicating the stretchiness of the cervix I'm told - pretty amazing! We’ll be using this on your pussy and nipples to ensure that we can pull and pull and pull and pull..." Claire slammed the paperweight down on the desk with a smack “but they won’t tear. Or rip They’ll just feel like they’re about to be ripped off your body. Pretty soo”n you should be able to carry a fair bit of weight on those meaty love petals and thick nips!

Penny was no longer taking it all in. She couldn’t even remember the name of the horrible concoctions Claire was going to use on her, only the effects.

The Spatium injections were injected into the blood swollen labia without much fuss - they were the only drug that didn't actually produce too much pain. If not for everything else going on, Penny may have noticed a tingling feeling in those lips.

Nurse Taylor was staring at Penny in the eyes as one of the Nurses grabbed a long needle that is attached to one of the IV bags and flattened out the skin of the areola. The mention of burning coals again drew the mental comparison in the mind of her strapped into an inquisitions chair in a dungeon.

"Get ready Penny. Right down the nipple it has to go. Deep breath. Be brave"

The nurse pushed the tip of the needle down into the nipple, slowly as she had been trained to do. She didn't want to inflict the pain but she didn't dare disobey. Down and down until about 4 inches of metal were embedded straight into the centre of the udder. She unclipped the IV bag and the white mixture ran down the tube and into Penny's breast.

Her cunt was dripping, her clit still swelling, growing grotesque as the kneeling nurse worshipped her womanhood, alternating delicate licks along her lips with repeated injections of Spatium, which barely even registered in Penny's overloaded pain receptors, even when the nurse jabbed another hypodermic into her distended, massive clit.

All Penny could process was the terrible feeling in her breasts and the predatory, toothy grin on Claire's face as she watched.

Whoever said Vitula was like having your breasts replaced with hot coals had clearly been lying, or else they'd had one of the alternative variants. The sensation was far, far worse.

Yes, Penny's breasts burned from within, and that was agony enough, but the Vitula was not only trying to cold-start the natural functions of her mammary glands by ramping up milk production from nil to god knows how much, but it was forcing her breasts to grow fatter and fatter far more rapidly than it was encouraging her skin to stretch. Penny had never, never known pain like it, even as a teenager. The sensation was the dull steady ache of growing pains sharpened to a razor edge by speed. Penny could almost feel the skin tearing, feel the thick pale tiger stripes of stretchmarks rippling across her breast like a spiderweb of cracks in breaking ice.

Her eyes rolled desperately with the pain, and Nurse Taylor leaned in and hungrily licked the agonised perspiration from Penny's bulging breast.

"Glorious" the blonde nurse moaned "You have such wonderful titmeat, it's like it was built to be grown"

Penny could only whimper, staring pathetically up at the ominous twin IV bags. Both still at least half full.

Claire was enjoying this almost more than any of the other tortures so far. The scene was making her far too horny, in fact she had fetched one of the dildos from her collection and slipped it onto her office chair and was slowly wiggling and grinding into it. "Oooooh....Ohhhh Nurse...Taylorrr.... Could you...hhhfff...remove her gag for a mmmoment"

"Of course Madam"

The slave closest to Penny lets the air valve out with a hiss and and wet gasping from Penny "Penny...mm.....I've sent you on such a nice journey....ahhh...to one of my favoritteee...placesss...oh Earthh....I'd really wiisshh...hhhh....you're appreciate it a bit more....OooooOOOO"

Nurse Taylor chimed in "Yes, most women would pay a lot for a procedure that would get them tits like this. Gets them a lot of attention from the boys....And some girls." she cooed as she traced a shared fingernail downthe blotchy and sweating flesh "You really should thank the Madam"

"Right." Claire sits up gaining a bit of compourse. "Now....If you don't want this I guess we could stop right now. But we've only started the serum on one tit. Do you really want to be even more of a freak with one massive tit and one smaller one?? Imagine the looks you'll get. Maybe we should only stretch out and piece one your you pussy lips too instead of both of them, hmmmm? Speak up now darling we're all very busy and you're keeping us"

Penny's moans as the slave deflated the gag in her mouth were louder, but still pitiful, the exhaustion from days and days of strain numbing down the adrenaline and terror as her body simply sagged in the steel restraints. The poor woman just could not keep fighting, particularly when her defeat was so obviously inevitable, and that sense of surrender added to her angst as she guiltily acquiesced to her own abuse.

"Oh, god, Claire..." Penny blurted as she forced herself to focus on her friend. She'd never seen Claire like this. Tipsy, yes, drunk, obviously. Sleeping, stressed, smirking... Sure. But masturbating? Never before today, for all she'd heard her breathing growing heavy during the nightmare of the past week.

Somehow seeing it for real, seeing her friend spread, on camera in her own home, shamelessly riding a dildo as she watched Penny's tortured tit bulge on camera...

For a moment Penny forgot even her own pain in sheer disgust and revulsion at the staggering intimacy, the surreal sight of Claire's sex spread around the rubber shaft, the exquisitely sculpted ginger bush a narrow landing strip on Claire's pale mound, and realised with horror that her friend was -genuinely, truly getting off on her torture.

She swallowed, whimpering as another agonising cramp gripped her breast from inside and the flesh surged again.

"I... I... Please" Penny managed "Claire I... I don't want to be made a freak. Please... Oh god forgive me don't stop, Claire. Please do both my breasts. Please it hurts so much b-but... But I'm grateful. I... I really appreciate everything you're doing for me and how you... How hard you're working to give Amy and me special treatment."

Fat pathetic tears rolled down Penny's cheeks as she drew a deep breath and forced herself to continue:" You're a wonderful friend, Claire. Please... Please complete my treatments and... Oh fuck... And thank you for everything."

Claire's office chair audibly creaked with the strain as the redhead rolled her hips, and Nurse Taylor gave a shockingly husky laugh as she stepped forwards and forced the second IV needle into Penny's other breast.

"You heard the patient" she chuckled cruelly, aiming a playful kick at the slave nurses "Prepare the piercing kit. All the instructions are in the file..."

And as Penny sank back, the gagged nurse hurriedly re-inflated the helpless woman's gag.

Penny couldn’t quite see everything that the nurses began to gather from the crash cart, but through the noise allowed through her hood she could hear a lot of metal clinkining on metal. One the the nurses came close to Penny and knelt on the floor, raising her arms and holding a metal trail, as if she was offering it to some holy deity.

From the angle of her eyeline she could see many pieces of thick circular metal on the tray. Her eyes moving down more, with horror she began to see the expanding redness of her swelling breasts encroaching more in her lower vision.

Ever the producer and wanting the best experiences for her friends, Claire changed around the feed on the TV that was previously focused on Penny’s gagged and tear stained face to one of a close up view of her swollen udders. No longer splotchy, the redness encompassed the increasingly generous globes entirety. They looked shiny, the skin taunt and one could see the myriad of veiny structures underneath as they strained to adapt to the chemical assault.

Nurse Taylor approached with a pretty regular looking piercing gun. The standing slave stood at attention, hands clasped behind her back well trained to be ready for any additional commands.

"Ok" Nurse Taylor consulted the electronic tablet contained Claire's requests for Penny

"Four rings per labia lip, eight in total. Weighted rings to promote labia lengthening, abrasive texture for region irrigation, embedded electronics and vibration motors…. " The Nurse peeked over the tablet at the tray for a few moments, glowering at its contents to confirm the slave had picked the right implements. The most imperceptible quivering of the fearful slave under the inspector's gaze of her goddess "...alternate magnetic attractive/repulsion to ensure rings constantly move…”

"Clit ring, same attributes as above. Ensure abrasive material is maximum to inflict discomfort" Nurse Taylor winced and squeezed her thighs together, apparently thinking of her own clit slightly engorged by all the fun she was extracting from her job

Nurse Taylor paced a few steps eyes going up to the IV bags and then down to the nipples

"Expansion medicines applied to nipples... Nipples extender fitted to promote lengthening and thickening - multiple interventions expecting until milking phase and installation of retention caps"

“Six Anus studs, spiked tips. Ensure enough spacing left for any modular future enhancements. No problems with any of this”

The Nurses eyes silently read down the rest of the tablet, it was apparent that there was a lot more there. “These keyhole surgery ones will require the patient to be under anesthesia unfortunately. But we’ll worry about that later.” Handing off the tablet she sat into the stool on wheels and scooted over to Penny clicking the piercing gun in excitement.
 

cerf

Spectator
Muscles not working, Amy tried to be obedient even though it is harder for her without her vision. Slowly she seems to be getting there. Penny though...Needed encouragement. Since the head hood chain had enough length in it, one of the hazmat team roughly grabbed her head and started pushing it, down, down, down. Her knee started to buckle, he pushed his own knee to keep it up. Then the other one. Maneuvered her head until it was level with Amy. “There….stay right there...“ He held her steady, correctly her as she faltered

Amy's desperate obedience was almost comical. Despite the skintight hood her effort, her struggle to work her cramped, numb limbs and fall into a squat seemed written on her face, the tight suffocating hood telegraphing perfectly the contortions of her brow as she winced and struggled through the pain, without any real understanding of what she was expected to squat for.

But for Penny, the obvious rank stink of the grating and the grotesque sight of it made her resist.

For hours, for days she had suffered, silently praying, audibly screaming, for the chance to relieve the hideous cramping burning pressure engendered by the vile nightmare fuel but to do so here, to squat and be seen... She simply couldn't bear it.

And yet refusal was not an option.

The cold voice of the warden made that clear enough and yet still Penny could not bring herself to obey... And so she had to be made obedient.

The physical force of the hazmat-clad orderlies was enough to remind Penny of her helpless position, but it was not enough for Sador, nor for the cameras eagerly anticipating this most humiliating of displays.

Although the hazmat team were very capable of handling the situation, the warden thought he would take the first hands on approach. Pulling out his tablet, he opens one of the many custom Cruciatu apps on the device and opens the bookmarked slave file for Penny. Seeing the punishment dildo is online and now synced to the Wifi mesh coverage in the yard, he presses the button down activating the dildo shocks, two long presses 10 seconds each.

Even as Penny is made to kneel, even as she's mirroring her sister's perfect squatting posture, the warden is pressing down the button on his App and Penny is writhing, screaming, sobbing as her tender, burning cunt is subjected to the longest and most dreadful assault of electrical power yet.

"UUUUAAAAAAUUUGHHH!! NNANAAAIIGHHH!!! PPLEEEEAAAUUUSSSHHHEEE!!!"

Her voice is raw, fractured by the throat plug, but her anguish and desperation is clear, almost delicious.

And as she hangs there loose, shaking, shuddering with shock, the hazmat team advance on the two terrified women and methodically, smoothly, release the terrible catheter valves, violently rip away the anal plugs, and stand back briskly.


For Penny it is as if the ground is swallowing her up. The sudden emptiness as the huge bulbous plug is torn from her swollen searing sphincter after so many devastating days, is unbearably sudden and for a moment even her screams are silent.



The urine stream was almost immediate. It burned, it gushed, but holy fuck it also felt so damned good right in that moment. Joined a moment later by horrible, unladylike sounds as they exploded from their rears.

And then with a gurgle, with a rush, with a sickening lurch that leaves her cheeks flame-red with humiliation, Penny's tortured bowels void, cramping and pumping and spraying the filthy, burning, laxative-venom-lsd stew of amphetamines at the exact same moment her tortured bladder spasms and releases its hideous payload.

Neither girl can scream. Neither girl has the control even to breathe as litre after litre of tortuous, scalding filth rips its way from inside their bulging swollen bodies, and though the sudden release of punishing pressure should be a merciful relief the sheer force of it transforms the experience to pure agony as their sensitive tissues are ripped and bludgeoned by the venomous concoction, a final evil aftershock of pain as the toxins hammer through their bodies.

There would of course be relief from the agonizing stomach cramps, the awful churning there was no power on earth that would allow them to hold either of their bladders at this point.

The expressions for the camera’s were priceless .There was even some pointed beneath them capturing the sounds as there urine and nightmare fuel splattered on the grate beneath them. Eyes and lenses on them, watching and recording the efforts as though it were some twisted entertainment(the footage would be remixed in with other Cruciatu multimedia and sold on the black market in Japan). The cameras made sure not to miss a second of their anguish.

They were both pushing making little grunting noises, then loud cowlike groans, because as much as pissing felt good...this hurt stomach muscles, diaphragm, sphincter were all beyond fatigued and knotted into perpetual cramps and so contracting them was bound to be nothing less than a painful process.

The directional microphones capturing everything, their grunting, screaming and splashing, made sure to amplify it right back at them from the speaker on the wall next to them. The guards closest, up above them began to jeer and laugh. A few even started making bets as to who would empty first;

"PUSH PENNY!!! You want it out don't you? Ahahaha!”
''COME ON AMY! Dig your heels in!!! You make me lose this bet you will FUCKING regret it!"

The jeers and exhortations just made it all the more obvious just how public this was, the idea of squirting the contents of their bowels in front of a gleeful crowd was still less painful than the very thought of having to hold that solution one moment longer than necessary.

After what seemed like an eternity, the spurts from the girls became less and less powerful. Amy had the slightly smaller enema so she came out better and her tummy size was mostly back to normal. Both girls would carry pain in their guts for another day from the ordeal; the human organs are just not designed for the stretching and stress demanded by Cruciatu. Satisfied the girls had been humiliated and emptied enough(although they still carried a little bit of the liquid in them. They cranked the hood chains back up so they were standing upright on the grate, both girls panting after their exertions. One of the hazmats walked over and knelt down where the grate edge met the dirt and opened a box mounted in the ground.

Penny is left sagging in her squat, panting as though she had just been kicked in the stomach, suddenly nauseated by the emptiness within her bloated body, gasping and flapping like a fish above the grating...

...and staring into the pit, into the depths of her own evacuated filth in abject, utter humiliation - because to raise her eyes from the floor would mean meeting the gaze of the onlookers witnessing her dreadful, shameful situation.

As Penny stared down, the grate suddenly and quickly slid away revealing a 10 foot drop to the shitpit below which had been baking in the humid heat. It somehow smelt a lot worse with the gate open and a few of the guards far away coughed and retched. Supported by the head hood pulling up painfully on their chin, cheeks and neck without choking them, arms shackled uselessly behind their backs the girls dangled their helplessly, unable to angle their head to look down at the horrid filth beneath them. Laughter, hooting and hollering from everywhere

Even though they couldn't see - Amy because she was shrieking behind her clinging hooded mask, Penny because she felt her poor neck might break if she added to the strain by looking down as she dangled from the hood - they both felt the jerk as the gross grate slid away beneath their feet, the sensation of a void beneath them utterly unmistakable, and the stench rising from the slurry enough to choke the air in their lungs.

"Noooooo!!" Penny shrieked, terrified of being plunged down "Nooooo please!! Please I'll be good!! Don't!! Oh god oh god please please don't!!"

Her bound arms strained at the shackles as she struggled to free herself, to at least bring some chance of swimming instead of being drowned when the hood restraints gave way, and her panicked, naked gyrations were caught perfectly on camera, high definition lenses brilliantly focused on every exhausted, knotted, muscle straining and tearing in terror.

Even Amy, without ever having seen the hideous pool beneath the grating, was thrashing, too scared to scream, her bound limbs flailing and waving helplessly as she struggled and swung, her body flushed with shame and terror, swinging like a pathetic pendulum over the pit as she wailed in incoherent horror, the fear of the unknown fate beneath her even worse for Amy than the certainly of the disgusting depths were to Penny.

But Penny and Amy were lucky… They couldn't be dropped down in the moment as they risked crashing onto the two prisoners down in the pits at the moment and damage each other.

The girls below were being punished for not holding onto their enemas and leaking before their mistress gave them permission - they had been in there since yesterday morning which meant they had the worst seat in the house to the sisters humiliated as the noxious liquid rained down on them.

Making sure to always appear at the right moment, Claire's deriding voice suddenly spoke to to Penny via the hood speakers “Oh really Penny? Defecating in front of all these people.” Every word got harsher and harsher “You really are an ANIMAL aren’t you. We really should just drop you down there shouldn’t we. Maybe just take Amy hmmmm?”

Penny visibly cringed as she heard her friend's voice in her ears, her whole skin flushing pink. For the viewers, plugged into the same audio feed as Penny, it was almost possible to see the exact point Claire's scornful voice drove a dagger through Penny's self worth as her eyes finally looked up, cringing as she took in the assembled crowd witnessing her filthy relief.

"Claire!!" she sobbed "Please. I'm so sorry, oh god, god Claire this... Please. This is too much. Make it stop! I'm sorry! Oh god, Claire, don't drop me, please! Please don't just take Amy, please take me too, take both of us, don't drown me like this, Claire, God, please!"

Renewed screeching as the force of the spray lifting the girls up and spinning them arrived, legs widely flapping like they were running in the air. If the girls weren’t naked and being tortured like this most people would probably find the sight amusing. The movement of the girls meant that almost every bit of them (except under the hoods) got a good wash.

Soon their ruddy red anuses were free of any excrement and their swollen pussies dripped with water leaving the two women shivering, swinging, and scrubbed painfully clean as they awaited the next unbearable stage of their abduction.

"Make it stop? Penny darling; I know this sounds cliche but we haven’t even started yet! You’ve just been shipped there and cleaned up; that's all! Now it's off to the friendly medical facilities to start on your augmentations!”

“Remember.you’ve arrived at your special forever home! I have put so much effort into this place and have a lot of close contact with guards, trainers and specialists, I can’t wait for you to see it all. Everyone I’ve spoken to just can’t wait to meet you. You guys are going to end up with lots of close friends”

Claire, whispers loudly to Penny now putting on a bit of a show for the listeners, revelling in the attention. The warden, pleased with the progress of the show and Claire's psychological torutree, directs the audio to be repeated out the speakers around the yard do everyone can here.

“The people here excel in humiliation, punishmenet but most of all...Pain. They’ll use it to rip all your secrets from you. To make you beg for your life to end. They’ll make you say anything, do anything for the pain to stop.”

The grate slams shut beneath Claire, making her gasp and lift her dangling toes upward

“But first the doctors! Where they are going to cut you, inject you, change you. Add new things to you that we can use to control you or cause anguish!.”

The trolley gets dragged over the bumping ground, the sisters swing and jostling like pieces of meat. The hobble between their legs is tightened to prevent them kicking out.

Finally the dusty courtyard ends and the hazmat team pulls the girls towards a large metal door that is opening automatically and they are brought inside the facility. The dread that gripped Penny’s stomach as she was wheeled towards the doors at the end of the courtyard was so grotesque and all-consuming it almost felt that her stomach was still wickedly distended by the hideous nightmare fuel.

A part of Penny was clinging to the pathetic hope this was all some elaborate plan to teach her a lesson, to the idea she was somehow being played, that at the end of the courtyard she'd find Claire laughing and clapping and slapping her back as she revelled in her triumph and commented on Penny's horrified reaction.

It was stupid. Penny wasn't a moron, she wasn't insane, she knew - at least in her heart - that there was no hope of Claire revealing that this was all some devious trick rigged up with drugs and VR... But her brain clung to the theory anyway, in the same way a drowning woman would clutch at a floating knot of seaweed. It was impossible for the hope to save her, but she didn't dare release it.

She clung all the harder as she heard Claire revelling in her fate, her voice dwelling lovingly on her expectation that Penny would beg to die rather than keep suffering. It was a morbidly cruel twist, made worse by the fact Claire normally used the same tone to promise how much Penny would love her latest luxury find - and Penny always did.

...and yet as the ominous doors opened and Penny was pushed through, her pathetic false hope died instantly and was replaced by a feeling of absolute despair, welling up in a roiling choking wave.

The first hallway is not at all what she expected, given the outside. Clean. Smelling of disinfectant. Bright. But it was obvious straight away that this was not an ordinary medical wing. Screams. Crying. As she passes one room she can see that there are cages stacked up instead of beds, some of the occupants heavily shackled so they can’t touch their bandages

Claire's demeanour is friendly again, like they were old pals “Did you know, Penny, that Amy had always been a little jealous of your tits? It’s true! She told me in a special moment we had one together.”

"Oh god" she sobbed "Oh god Claire, please... I... I swear, I didn't know Amy was jealous of my breasts I... Please don't hurt her. Don't hurt me, but please, please leave Amy alone, Claire, I'm begging you!"

Penny stares over at her poor naked, swinging sister as the trolley continues its journey deeper.
Jeff has done it again. I suppose the sisters were delivered by Prime.
 

zerns

Magistrate
Very well written. The sexual torture beautifully built, one layer of inevitable suffering upon another. No blood or mutilation as in my stories but clearly pain, lots of pain. Bondage, in very restrictive form, is used to not only immobilize the victims but make them more aware of their sexual vulnerability. I enjoy the whole modern torture lab environment-one of my favorite fetish milieu's. The devices and chemical fictions are diabolic. The women are molded as beautiful creatures ready for torture. The only thing I might do if I were the author is give Claire less lines. She's eating up the scenery! Ha. I'm enjoying the story and can't wait for more.
 

logan222

Assistant executioner
I'm glad you guys are liking the story! Hope the modification bit isn't dragging too much but i did want to properly outline all the little things we will be doing to Penny to make her so much more receptible to torture.

I love the idea of the body modifications changing their body's and making them a prison; the body horror aspect. imagine waking up and seeing and feeling your body thats been changed just to humiliate and hurt you...So evil. The drugs like the LSD and amphetamines' are then used to make sure they can't retreat into their minds for any form of relief.

I will finish editing and posting up the Modification chapter soon i hope... After that it will be some very harsh ponygirl training for the first day, followed by brandings, confined sleep arrangements and then a day in the 'treadmill cells's. Penny's new massive tits and piecing's are designed to make her ponygirl training utterly horrific.
 
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logan222

Assistant executioner
Very well written. The sexual torture beautifully built, one layer of inevitable suffering upon another. No blood or mutilation as in my stories but clearly pain, lots of pain. Bondage, in very restrictive form, is used to not only immobilize the victims but make them more aware of their sexual vulnerability. I enjoy the whole modern torture lab environment-one of my favorite fetish milieu's. The devices and chemical fictions are diabolic. The women are molded as beautiful creatures ready for torture. The only thing I might do if I were the author is give Claire less lines. She's eating up the scenery! Ha. I'm enjoying the story and can't wait for more.

Thanks for the feedback. i have tried to combine all my favorite BDSM scenarios and tortures from.

The enema concoction is of my own design though and i love the idea of the havoc it can play on the body and mind.

Thank you for the feedback regarding Claire, i'll take it on board. This story has actually been a back and forth roleplay with a partner, which is why sometimes may seem like two people are writing it. I am coming up with the scenarios and pushing the story in the right direction while my partner responds with the characters. Claire continues to be involved as an omnipresent goddess overseeing all. Penny actually gets a bone conducting ear piece implant inserted in her skull as part of her modifications (spoilers!) that Claire used to taunt her 24/7 - a demonic voice in her skull. So she will be around a bit I'm afraid... But i hope it won't detract from the sister experiences ;)
 

zerns

Magistrate
Terrifically creative-really,love the nasty science ideas you have. Write the story as it turns you and or your partner on. I'm on board. My comments reflect only my taste and interests and if you think they are worth reflecting on cool, if not cool too. Just love the body mod and mental torture stuff your doing. Freak them!
 

logan222

Assistant executioner
Advanced BDSM and torture tech exists heavily throughout the story. I'm always keen to hear any ideas or suggestions.

Part of the keyhole surgery that happens to the girls:

  • Bone conducting speakers into their ear, so they can have audio piped in direct to their skull or even block out sound
  • Remote control contact lenses (think blackout lenses). Initially these were going to be to make the girls blind when required or make the vision so blurry as to disorient them.
  • Furthermore, I thought that extra advanced lenses could actually portray video direction onto the iris! The idea was that Penny will try to shut her eyes to stop seeing her sister being fucked and tortured, but the vision is coming from within her eyelids
  • Remote controller catheter valve to block/allow urination.
  • Implants directly into nipples and clit that can either vibrate or shock
 

old slave

FELIS RESPICIENS
I'm always keen to hear any ideas or suggestions.
How about strong magnets of the same polarity in top and bottom teeth? So they repel each other, jaw wide open for use, far neater than a ring gag.
 

logan222

Assistant executioner
How about strong magnets of the same polarity in top and bottom teeth? So they repel each other, jaw wide open for use, far neater than a ring gag.
An excellent idea. There is definitely going to be some point in the story where Penny is a helpless pet on all fours with a large, fat tongue stretched out her mouth. Not being able to close her jaw without a gag would be a good effect for this


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zerns

Magistrate
Advanced BDSM and torture tech exists heavily throughout the story. I'm always keen to hear any ideas or suggestions.

Part of the keyhole surgery that happens to the girls:

  • Bone conducting speakers into their ear, so they can have audio piped in direct to their skull or even block out sound
  • Remote control contact lenses (think blackout lenses). Initially these were going to be to make the girls blind when required or make the vision so blurry as to disorient them.
  • Furthermore, I thought that extra advanced lenses could actually portray video direction onto the iris! The idea was that Penny will try to shut her eyes to stop seeing her sister being fucked and tortured, but the vision is coming from within her eyelids
  • Remote controller catheter valve to block/allow urination.
  • Implants directly into nipples and clit that can either vibrate or shock

Love these ideas and can't wait to read about them in practice. I have a couple of keyhole tortures set for my girls. Might be a bit messy getting the devices in.
 
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