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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.
 
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.
 
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.
 
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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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 ;)
 
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!
 
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
 
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.
 
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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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.
 
Lowering the stool as far as she could go she began another inspection of the lips, a bit more familiar with them now after the first look. Although Penny couldn’t see the nurse anymore due to her melons, she could see the hands peeling back her lips on the screen in front of her.

“Measure twice, pierce once...Or in your case nine times!! I don’t think I’ll have any issues finding this juicy clit though” Another savage flick of the clitoris, now looking like the end of a pinky finger.

The nurse held the gun to Penny’s labia. The tip is cold. Like the hypodermic needle earlier she kept it there, the anticipation from the patient building. The eyes opened and closed, not knowing whether she wanted to watch or not. Then…

CLACK The first puncture seemed loud in the tiny room. Nurse Taylor Immediately swiveled and grabbed a ring off the tray and began to work it through the hole. The though ring fitted through the hole after a bit of resistant.

CLACK Another ring. CLACK CLACK

One lip done. The brand new rings themselves silver in color, the abrasive metal like an industrially fine sandpaper almost appearing to sparkle. Unfortunately, under the appealing aesthetics a terrible purpose. The rough texture meant that the rubbing against the most sensitive flesh would irritate and rub the skin raw. Adding to the fact the heavy weight and opposing magnetic forces in the metal at play meant the rings would always jingle and dance around Penny’s nether region with every labored step or movement.

The nurse continued on with the other lip, uncaring to the jolts and twitched from Penny at each firing of the gun. Both slavegirls nurses meekly averting their eyes in pity.

When completed, the weight of them all were already pulling all parts of her lips down, hiding her inner slick pinkness.

Nurse Taylor corrected this by bringing out a strange contraption, like a metal butterfly.. Pulling the rings and attaching them to this the lips were stretched and pulled out like a fan on each side.. The metal seemed to overtake the pussy, making it seem like the rings were the true center price and the pussy was just the unwilling canvas.

Giggling, Nurse Taylor carrsed her fingers over the rings and the taunt delicate flesh, like some nightmare musical instrument one would find in hell.

Changing tools, she picked up a slightly different looking gun. More like a nailgun, she loaded in the anal studs them would be imbedded in Penny's poor brown rosebud. Getting down on one kneel now, she grabbed on the buttplug and pulled on it while it stayed in Penny’s ass, stretching the anal membranes as much as possible to get a good amount of flesh to work with. The ring pulsating, dilating, trying to suck back against the inflated instrument inside her. But failing.

She pressed the tip of this gun and shot the first stud into her ass. Due to the depth of these piercings they would hurt just as much as the labia piercings. Six studs piledrived into the crinkly flesh, the silver tips with the same abrasive surface as her labia rings the only hint to the turmoil just under the surface. This round tip which in itself was covered in tiny metal ridges and spikes would provide more irritation to Penny’s ass, whether it was plugged or not.

Taylor released her grip on the plug, the anus recoiling back and far as it was allowed, six dimly twinkling studs now permanently part of Penny as well.

“Time for the grand finale dear. I really love this bit. Look at the niiiice big cliiittt we get to work with mmmm” Nurse Taylor begins to roll Penny’s still expanding clit between her fingers. Even bigger than before, looking like the thumb tip that someone would poke out of their hand. Rolling it around and around made it even bigger and brought Penny’s existence back into focus.

No matter how much she struggled Penny couldn't move an inch to evade the appalling plan laid out for her and her heart was pounding faster and faster as Nurse Taylor gleefully inspected the unnaturally swollen, bloated state of her bulging clit, the racing of her heart adding to the impact and absorption of those awful injections so that Penny was almost convinced she was going to go utterly insane from sheer helpless panic and fear of the pain being planned for her.

"Stay with me Penny!" Claire purred, smiling happily at the cameras "you'll want to feel this, honestly!!"

Penny moaned into her gag, closing her eyes - and then opened them wide, squealing, as the standing submissive nurse apologetically slapped her bloated breasts in response to Claire's imperious gesture.

"Bad!" Claire scolded playfully "Seriously though Penny, you have to stay with me. I've seen girls faint or pass out during this procedure and believe me the psychological trauma of waking up having had this done is far worse than the pain of enduring it, I've seen it utterly fracture the sense of self. I can't let that happen to you, Penny, you're my best friend!! I'm serious. Honestly, even I would hesitate before ordering this sort of thing done to someone who couldn't see or hear what was happening. I'm not a monster, Penny." Claire's tone was soft, almost regretful as if she couldn't bear her former friend to mistrust her - and then she inexplicably burst into a fit of giggles as her eyes flitted off to another screen on her desk, gesturing idly for Penny to watch the screen where her own cunt was being hideously modified.

Reluctantly, Penny tried to refocus her eyes on the screens, watching and whimpering, straining uselessly in her restraints as Nurse Taylor worked, feeling the horrible strain taking hold as the heavy steel stretched her lips, the magnetic rings twitching in reaction to each other in a horrible way that was impossible to ignore, the subtly scraping steel already creating a low, horrible itching sensation in her elongated lips...

...and then Nurse Taylor cruelly flicked the huge fat nub of Penny's distended clit with her fingers before rolling and teasing and coaxing, flooding Penny with pleasure as her uncomfortably studded ass twitched and shivered, forcing the bound woman to endure the pleasure as her nub swelled and swelled - and then the blonde quickly tightened up the rubber washer, forcing Penny's fattened pearl to thrust forward even more obscenely, even more of if target...

And with a horrible CLACK!! drove passage for the final giant ring to scrape its merciless way directly through the enormous engorged centre of Penny's screaming sex.

Penny shook her head left and right, up and down, the inflatable gag tube flapping widely. She tried to move, her mammaries jiggling and twitching which brought sharp pains back to her upper body. She wiggled her hips hopelessly as much as her pretzel position would allow to try and dislodge the agony that had just pervaded her pleasure centre and only managed to jangle her clit ring and sway the metal contraption holding her pussy petals open. Nothing helped. She couldn’t cover herself, couldn’t even scream.

With a long groan her head slumped as forward as the hood would allow and she just sniveled pathetically.

As the special moment rescinded, Nurse Taylor was beyond pleased with herself. “This has been so much fun and it's so nice to meet a friend of Madam Claires!” She traced her finger around the fleshy opening.

Exhaustion was taking Penny over entirely. The pain and anguish of the past few hours, never mind the past several days, had drained her body to the limit, and although the remaining traces of the amphetamine-laced nightmare fuel had kept her conscious throughout the sadistic surgical procedures, the racing of her heart was burning through those last traces of stimulant and leaving Penny more physically exhausted than she had ever felt in her life - and more emotionally crushed.

“I can tell all this excitement is wearing you out my dear. Lets just check how these are going…” Coming in nice and close, she pawed at Penny’s tits like that were meat, now at least the size of bowling balls attached to her chest. Her rough handling felt like they were spreading fire all around.

“Yessssss very nice...Should be even bigger once we let them develop. And the lactation should engorge them even further…” She tweaked one of the fat nipples, wiggling the needle still deeply embedded “We’ll fit the nipple extenders after your treatment, after all every udder needs to have a teat!”

The nurses had already begun to clean several implements away as Claire piped up. “Penny you’ve been a real sport about this so far! We will let you get some recovery time, I think we’ll even give you something to help you rest as we need to make a few more...additional enhancements.. All pretty standard Cruciatu stuff, nothing to worry about….” Tapping her chin in mock thought her eyes brightened “OH but where's Amy? I think she's been just a few rooms away the whole time! You know I love Ames, so she got a bit of lovely treatment too, want to see?” Not waiting for any kind of response, the view showing Penny’s punctured pussy switched to an overhead cam of...something. It was hard to make out at first due to the bizarre nature of the angle and the subject. A top down view of a body, female, but only really showing the torso. It took Penny a moment to realize that it was because the arms, legs and head had been yanked back and away from the body like some kind of vicious hogtie, with her belly pointing towards the ceiling. Now knowing where to look she could see the blackness of a hooded head, mouth agape in a permanent scream with an inflatable gag just like her own. Looking at the shoulder and knees, the joints were pulled back and secured beneath the body in a metal bondage frame

With a heart retching sob of realization, she could see that Amy had been subject to a very similar process to her, albeit in different bondage.

Amy, heavily changed, already had tubes sticking out of two pornstar sized breasts, larger than Penny had ever seen on any natural girl (although unfortunately for Penny, they were a tad smaller than her own still developing udders!).

She still seemed conscious, but just barely, her hooded head twitching and turning slowly this way and that like she was lulling off to sleep. Every now and then she seemed to remember her breasts and would try a feeble attempt at shaking them.

It was hard to tell from the screen but it looks like she had been pierced all through her labia too. Penny could not bring the rings but they looked a lot more forgiving than the ones she had been given; not as thick and only two per lip.

The sight of poor Amy, half asleep with her mouth locked in that awful silent scream, was such a cruel vision that for a moment Penny forgot all her own woes. The agonizing throbbing burning in her breasts, the pulsing pain around her pierced ass, the stretching, shifting, scraping swings of the huge heavy rings dragging at her delicate cuntlips, the indescribable agony of her swollen, engorged, enormous clit throbbing, half strangled by the terrible rubber ring, a miniature posture collar forcing her most sensitive bud to remain grotesquely enlarged and speared by yet another swinging, scratching ring... It should have consumed Penny's brain utterly.

Instead she stared at the monitor, at her helplessly tortured younger sister, at the horrible way Amy was being treated because of her own sister's selfish stupidity... And somehow Penny's own pain seemed almost nothing.

Nurse Taylor approached with a needle that seemed poised to go in Penny’s neck.

“Now before we tuck you in, I think there is something you want to say to Madam?? I’m not going to take the gag out, just try sweety I’m sure she’ll get the jist of it”

She stared up at Nurse Taylor, the blonde not at all concerned as she stood there, ready to drive yet another needle into Penny's flesh, and then her wide, miserable eyes turned back to the monitor, and to the camera connecting her to Claire.

"CHHHLRR" she groaned, almost all speech obliterated by the massively inflated gag "LEHHH AHHYMMMIII GUHHH. PLLLESSH. PLLEYSSHH. CHHLIRRR..."

Her head slumped again with exhaustion and Nurse Taylor moaned softly as she jabbed the needle into Penny's neck and flooded her system with soporifics.

"Aww. Sorry, Penny, sweetheart, you're slurring too much for me to hear you!!" Claire smirked "And so many tears! Poor love. And so, so many more tears to come, but look..."

Claire leaned in towards the camera, reaching to her neck to pull a slender silver necklace up, raising a glittering crystal from its resting place in the warm depths of her cleavage.

"Look Penny!" she urged again, as the bound woman's eyes struggled pathetically to remain open "Swarovski Crystal! Custom made. The very, very first tear you gave me when this adventure started!"

Claire smiled happily, carefully tucking the precious jewel back down between her breasts as she watched Penny slump forward once again, utterly insensible as Nurse Taylor hungrily groped her bulging breasts, and Claire almost spoke to herself as she watched her friend's panicked breathing settle down.

"I'm going to treasure every tear, Penny, of course, but this one... Oh this one is beautiful. Thank you. Sweet dreams, now. Good girl..."

—-

Amy's experience was an endless black hole of suffering compared to Penny's blinding awareness. Trapped for just under a week in this infernally hot hood she has already begun to believe this was how she would exist now. Words were starting to lose their meaning in her head as her perception focused only on what her body was feeling, which made the upcoming procedures even more horrible.

Blind and deaf, she was manhandled and molested in a position on her back, her arms pinned on place and her head ripped back until her neck and back felt like they would snap. Her nose was pinched and as she gasped in surprise another bulbous mouth plug entered her gob and was inflated, adding muteness to her sensory deprivation.

From there, fingers danced over her flesh, tweaking and trickling her nipples and newly, not truly unpleasant until a deeper analysis of her abused pussy as the clit clamp and dildo were removed and something was inserted again into her urethra.

For a short blessed moment, nothing. And then hot stabbing pain in her breasts as stars of agony materialized in her inner mind vision. The stabbing pain soon becomes an insane burning that encompasses the top part of her body that treated her blind with her thrashing. Her body losing control, she passed herself except it met the bulb of the catheter.

Soon, a new sensation as her pussy and labia were rubbed and cajoled. Barely able to focus on this due to her breasts, her nerves soon screamed with new anguish as sharp bites were snapped out of her pussy at least half a dozen times. She imagined a demon ripping her apart from her vagina upwards.

She tried to thrash or find some purchase on something, anything but she was completely immobile, every movement highlighting the areas of her pain.

Adding to all of the sensation her mind now dreaded: the unmistakable building of pleasure as her clitoris was fingered and licked and kissed. Moaning and hyperventilating into the hood from fear and pleasure she knew this was not a good sign and soon enough she almost vomited into the mouth gag as she felt her clitoris. In her mind she was sure she was being mutilated and they had torn it from her.

She knew she must be dying.

Little did she know that in the coming weeks and months, she would begin to wish they had removed her extra sensitive clitoris.

She would also begin to wish that as they injected her with the chemical to help her sleep that they had euthanized her out of mercy. As she drifted off she never wanted to wake up.

Neither sister could truly escape even in blessed oblivion of unconsciousness - the almost week-long ordeal was burned into their subconscious and they had exquisite nightmares akin to a 15th century painting depicting hell.

For over 20 hours they were allowed to sleep, they sometimes drifted in and out of consciousness but the drugs rendered them.

As there neared the second day, their bodies were put under heavier medication and several modifications not possible while they were conscious were performed.

Tiny implants were inserted into several locations in their body with advanced keyhole surgery. Small round ball bearing sized implants about ¼ the size of a pea into the erogenous zones that could be used to vibrate or inflict relatively minor electric shock directly into the nerve enriched flesh.

Several small wifi sensors to monitor their body vitals and provide extremely accurate geolocation positioning due to the WiFi coverage access the facility.

A remote controlled valve blocker was inserted into the urethra, providing a permanent substitute to inserting and removing catheters- the ability to pee would now permanently be controlled, just one of the simple freedoms that would be used for disciplining and instilling compliance. This could be set to a timer function to only allow them to pee at certain times, or set to manual by their current trainer(s).

Nipples extenders now crowned the massive mammaries both girls had, metal caged cones that covered the areola and connected to a barbell through both nipple ends, stretching them out from the body several inches. These could be adjusted up over time and had some built in electronics like the girls pussy piercings that could vibrate or shock. Penny's had already been set to maximum to ensure a quicker increase in teat size.

Specialized cochlear implants were inserted close to the eardrum. This would allow Claire or anyone else to project audio directly into the ear itself, removing the need for the hood with the built in speakers. This implant would ensure the girls could never escape from Claire's mocking or any other horrific audio she wanted to pipe directly into their brains. The implants could also limit all hearing completely, rendering the girls deaf.

Lastly, both girls had some very advanced contact lenses put onto their iris'. These could basically change opacity remotely - they could be set completely black robbing the girls of sight, or they could be adjusted up or down to make their vision blurry or short sighted. They could of course allow the girls to also see perfectly clearly, but the additional control provided endless opportunities to disorientate the girls as needed.

After the mods were complete and the girls were ready to be awakened they were both taken to a special room and chained in a standing X position, arms and legs to posts. The chains were tightened until both girls were just off the ground, their legs splayed showing off their new jewelry.

Amy's head finally freed from the hood. Both girls had a tight and high posture collar to keep their head up and focused on the wall to wall mirror in front of their brightly lit bodies. A ring gag fitted, Claire knew the sounds from them as they saw their new bimbo bodies would be beyond delicious. She did seriously consider no gags, but felt that gave them a bit too much freedom.

As the girls stirred, the contacts are still fully black. Once they were fully conscious, they would slowly fade into clarity and provide them the view of their modifications...
 
The time difference between the UK and Cruciatu meant that it was quite early for the girls. There was no rush before their first day of training would begin, no rush at all.

All in all, Claire was delighted with the surgical team. She'd worked with them before of course and she knew that any of the clinical team at Cruicio Prime was more than worth their ridiculously generous salaries, but she had selected the staff for Penny and Amy's treatment specially: Nurse Taylor because she knew that the blonde would gel perfectly with her own plans to add to Penny's torture with mind games and mockery, and Nurse Lucy for Amy because the woman was almost merciless, and revelled in the more subtle psychological aspects of absolute domination.

Throughout Penny's torture and modification, Claire couldn't help being distracted by the way Nurse Lucy placed with her charge. Working almost in the dark so that no tiny glimmer of light could possibly pierce Amy's blindfold, working without assistance so Amy could hear absolutely nothing, the brilliant black nurse combined exquisitely pleasurable teasing and stimulation with sudden bursts of inexplicable pain that must have come from absolutely nowhere, at least as far as Amy was concerned. While Claire could watch Penny's heart rate rise and fall, almost mapping her horrible experiences through the sudden sharp spikes as her helpless body was reshaped to Claire's warped specifications, Amy's pulse raced constantly, her whole body in a state of constant panic as Nurse Lucy turned even pleasure into a silent promise of pain. Amy's physical modifications might have been less devastating than Penny's, but Claire was confident that the psychological damage and sense of absolute fear would be far, far worse.

The first real chance to assess whether that was true came when the girls were prepped for the great unveiling. With no earthly reason for Penny or Amy to keep the sorts of hours humans normally enjoy, Claire had the occasion staggered so she could watch live in the UK as the sisters slowly struggled back from beneath the blanket of drugs and returned to the eternal, living hell Claire had condemned them to.

Amy woke first, whimpering and moaning, still utterly blinded, and Claire had her left like that until Penny also began to burble through her gag, before dialling back the opacity of their vision entirely.

The two women yelped simultaneously as the bright lights suddenly glared into their eyes, but already their responses were different - Penny shied away, flinching and trying to twist her head in the posture collar, eyes scrunched tight until she adjusted to the dazzling brightness. Amy, on the other hand, merely yelped in pain and shock, blinking repeatedly, but doing her absolute best to keep her eyes open, her body still. Simply allowing Claire to blind her vision despite the pain, as if Amy couldn't imagine being able to writhe away, and so didn't begin to try.

Which is why it was Amy who saw the state of her own body first. And began to sob.

"Noh! Gohd. Whad... What habe yuh dunh?? Whyyy??"

Her voice, broken by misery and rusty from so long kept silence took a moment to register with her sister, but when it did, Penny's eyes flew open with a gasp of "Ayhmee!!"... And then a long, shocked silence as Penny stared at the reflections in the mirror, the colour steadily draining from her face as her eyes almost bulged with shock, roving up and down her abused body in growing disgust.

Strapped to the cross as she was, the obscene ruination of Penny's already fleshy cunt was obvious: the eight massive rings hung down, stretching her delicate inner lips beyond any normal range thanks to the effects of the Spatium. Each pair constantly twitched as its magnetic field interfered with those of the rings next to it, and the constant quiet clicking and shifting of the almost microscopically serrated steel had caused poor Penny's lips to swell, while the steady stimulation of the thick twitching hoop forced through her bloated and trapped clit left the poor woman almost literally dripping wet, adding a fresh layer of obscenity to the sick sight.

The posture collar kept Penny from looking down, but even if she had tried her reflection made it obvious she'd see nothing but her massively swollen udders if she tried. Her always impressive cleavage now bulged, a weight so severe it took her physical effort to hold her back against the X she was shackled against, and capped with monstrous steel cones that were visibly warping her already thick nipples into genuine fat teats that wouldn't have looked out of place on an animal, never mind how unnatural they seemed on a woman.

The whole sight was enough to make Penny vomit, and for a while she simply stood, struggling and gasping, trying to keep her clenching stomach under some kind of control before she looked across to her sister... And felt a pang of almost pure envy at how easy Amy had it.

Yes, her breasts had been ballooned in the same was as Penny - although still she was being expected to bear less weight than her big sister - but where Penny's piercings were grotesque steel monsters, Amy's looked almost decorative: six labia rings instead of eight, and all done in small, almost delicate golden hoops, while even Amy's nipple stretchers seemed to be more modest, elongating Amy's buds without the brutal, straining urgency imposed on Penny's udders.

"Claiiihre!!" Penny howled - and even she couldn't have said if it was a scream of horror or a roar of outrage "Cklaiiree houw cudh youhh?! Whad hag youh dunhh?? Whyyyy?! Hough cudh youh be sho cwuel?! Pleagh!! Oh Ghogd my poohr cundt!! My lipsh... I... Oh Ghogd. Led ush goh! Pleagh. We musht hag shuffergd enuff by nowh. Pleagh... Pleagh..."

And she fell silent. Simply staring at the unrecognizable mockery of herself, and sobbing.

Savoring the absolute horror the girls were experiencing, they were left there for over an hour to contemplate their situation.

Small garbled attempts of communication between the sisters were attempted, but nothing came of it as both girls were eventually overcome with the visions of each other and devolved into choking, slurred sobs.

For the last few days all Amy wanted was to escape the crushing blackness of the isolation hood. All that time deaf and blind, she reasoned if she could just see and hear she could prepare for what was coming, accept it better. If she was allowed to speak she could tell whoever was doing this to her that this was all a mistake, to beg them to stop.

Nothing could have prepared her for this. Never in her most deranged nightmares could she have imagined something like this happening to her. In her damaged mind she could still barely believe it. It had to be a nightmare? The way her vision just came back to her instantly, that wasn’t normal. Was she in hell, now some demons plaything? How could they have done this to her breasts? They still stung and burned terribly.

For Penny, she had accepted the changes a little more but it didn’t make it easier. Her mind was more concerned with what was coming next. In the van, she thought it couldn’t get any worse. Then the private hell of the shipping container which led to her first torture session at Claires private prison as they injected and pierced her. She knew that the changes made to her were to assist in some other part of Claire’s plan, but it was too terrifying to imagine that her mind shut down at the prospects.

After what seemed like an eternity, a tall, well tanned, woman in a black latex leotard and thigh high boots entered, accompanied by a well toned man in regular shorts and a workout shirt. The odd duo were grinning from ear to ear. They looked the girls up and down, taking their time to investigate both quietly with just their gaze before directly they locked eyes with them in the mirrors.
 
“Good morning my dear ponies’ purred the women, positioning herself behind Penny and coming in very close, scraping her finger across Penny’s inner thigh and locking eyes with her in the mirror. “I am Mistress Kaya and this…” she gestured to the impassive man who stood with arms crossed “is Trainer Leo.”

“We have been assigned to your ponygirl training regime.”

The mistress circled Penny, slowly dragging one of her nails up and across her back.

“I spent many years in the equestrian world...but normal horses are so boring.” she continued around the front of Penny, as she continued dragging her nails across her sore red tits.

“Cruciatu sought me out with a ludicrous offer and now I spend my time here, breaking naughty girls like you. Teaching you form and discipline using methods that are banned in the real world. I’m not really into animal cruelty...” She pouted “...but using some of the tools that Crucitu gives me on unbroken slaves like you makes me fucking wet” She stopped in front of Penny and pinched both caged teats greedily, sucking and biting at her lower lip.

If Penny had been given a hundred guesses as to Claire's plans for her she would never once have imagined a woman referring to her as a pony.

That there was some sick sexual side to Claire's sadistic vision was obvious enough - even now, after all the horrors she'd experienced, Penny still felt a surge of revulsion as she remembered Claire's obvious, lustful masturbation to the sight of Penny and Amy screaming as they were tortured. But... ponies...

Her skin crawled in revulsion at the hungry, predatory way Mistress Kaya fondled her flesh, the firm grip on her bloated breasts making her whimper through the gag, and the obvious gleam of cruelty as the trainer spoke of wet she got using tools on women that she wouldn't dare use on animals...

"Whad gare yuh tawking abhoud?" Amy sobbed "Igh'm nod a pohwnee! Igh'm a wummhan!! Jushgt leg meeh goh, I habend't dunh anyfing, pleashe!! Aaauughh!!"

SMACK

The poor girl broke off whimpering as Trainer Leo slapped her tight arse violently, leaving a stark red print on her smooth olive skin, and Penny felt a guilty surge of relief that Leo hadn't assaulted her poor ass in the same way: the possibility of her cheeks clapping around those horrible studs chilled her blood even to imagine.

“She's interested in form, I’m interested in performance” The man spoke plainly and loudly.

“I was a Personal trainer in America before I landed this gig. I’ll be making sure that we push your bodies to maximum everyday so you can keep up with Kaya's demands. The Madam has told me to pull out all the stops to get you hitting your stamina limits every day. This isn’t some gym session you can pull out of if you get a little puffed and need to catch you breath. You will WORK. You will PERFORM. YOU WILL OBEY.” The man was getting red in the face yelling at the girls. “You will be drilled daily until you drop, then you will be punished until you get back on your feet. From sunrise to sunset. You will be trim and toned beyond belief after this. I’m sure we can figure out some way for you to thank me"

The playful mistress nodded knowingly “We make a great team. I am form and he is function. There will be no escaping us or your training. Don’t think we’ll be going easy on your because of your fat tits either, you’re just going to have to learn to cope with them.”

“Mmmm time to go girls. Lets show you what being a pony is all about”

Leo unclipped Amy’s arms and started binding them behind her back, while Mistress Kaya grabbed a thin chain from the wall and clipped it to Penny’s erect clitoris while running more of the chain through Penny’s legs, making her rings jingle. As Amy’s leg shackles were removed she was pushed over to Penny and the other end of the chain was attached to her clitoris ring as well.

With Kaya leading the way she pulled the girls out of the room and down a hallway that didn’t look like the medical ring, with Leo strenly watching Amy from the rear, keeping his eyes on her pert ass while he imaged how tight it would becom ein the coming months.

It was the first step the girls had taken and the overwhelming new sensations caught them off guard. Both could not believe the weight and balance different their new breasts gave them and as they stumbled forward they both felt their new metal jewellery accentuating every feeling they felt from their womanhood.

Uncaring, the pony mistress led them on towards the end of the hall where ponies were starting their long day.

With the heavy chain adding even more weight to Penny's throbbing clit, and the cruel way it threaded back between her hanging cuntlips to hook around her sister's dainty clit-ring as well, every step was agony for Penny, made worse by the unnaturally heavy weight of her newly enlarged udders, swaying ponderously before her until she felt her own back cramping from the effort of adopting her old posture.

Every step caused her thighs to rub against the massive steel rings and set the sickeningly serrated steel grinding against the piercings, keeping Penny's stretched and sagging folds constantly stimulated and irritated, forcing her pussy to drip juice in a desperate attempt at self defence so that every movement milked her juices and made her moan. At the same time, any stumble jerked her clit-chain and shot white hot pain through Penny's entire body, almost ensuring she would stumble again, her massive tits jolting and tugging her more and more off-balance, and at the same time jerking the chain linking her to her suffering sister's clit so that Amy howled in as much pain as Penny, creating an echoing duet of agony that rang out as they stumbled along the hall.

For now Mistress Katya left them to it - it was no way for a pony to walk, but she wanted both women to find their balance and get used to walking in their usual way as quickly as possible - it made it far more likely they'd make mistakes born of old habits in training, and punishing mistakes was one of Katya's greatest pleasures.

As she walked, sobbing, begging for mercy, squealing whenever Amy's stumbling steps strained her stretched and throbbing clit, Penny kept waiting for Claire's voice. She was so used to it now she was almost growing dependent on Claire as her last link back to her old life.

But Claire, watching silently on her screens and teasing her swollen, soaking sex as she watched Penny's agonising procession down the passage, kept herself firmly muted: right now it was essential that Katya and Leo had the floor, and had the pleasure of revealing the full horror of where the girls were heading.

So Penny walked in silence, too lost in her own pain to realise that Claire was silently dialling down her vision so that both she and Amy could only see a few feet in front of them. Ensuring that their experience at the end of the hallway would be as shocking and horrible a revelation as their first sight of their twisted new bodies.
 
Chapter 9 - Ponygirl Prep

Their vision may have been impeded but there was nothing than could have blocked the sounds coming from the next area...or the smells. Bodies; female musk, sweat, some chemicals...shit and piss all mixed together, The air in here was hot; there was an archway that opened out into a blinding bright courtyard. The visual settings of the sister contact lenses did not allow them to be able to focus out there but noises fluttered in; high pitched voices and loud cracks blended with the noises from the sights in their immediate vicinity.

The sisters were pulled past the threshold and into the area that ponygirls were prepared for the day. It consisted of several long metal bars that girls were now bent over, chains anchoring them to the floor by collars or labia piercings. Many torturous looking implements on the wall, along with dozens of plugs that all had an accompanying RFID chip to match them to their assigned ponies. Many women were bent over, the asses pointing inwards where a few trainers were situated.

At least ten girls in varying outfits and getups were currently secured. Some were bald, some had punk rock looking mohawks, some had tight crushing hoods similar to the one that Amy had experienced. Some had corsets on, some were naked save for thigh high boots. Others had leather harnesses tightly criss-crossing their bodies. A few heads turned towards them as they entered, but for those that were not blindfolded their eyes fearfully locked onto Kaya and did not seem to register the new trainees.

The well whipped rumps on either side quivered and trembled as the four of them passed down between the organized arrangement of flesh.

Some were already stuffed with butt plugs that had long strands of well manicured hair erupting from them. For those of the ponies that still had hair on their heads, the hair sprouting from within their ass cheeks matched their natural hair colour.

The true nature or cruelty of these plugs could not be ascertained by looking at them, or even on closer inspection. One had to understand the intricate inner workings.

Every so often the tails flicked and swished side to side but not due to any outer movement from the ponies. Most of the girls' movements were very tightly restricted while they were being prepped; they could barely wiggle their asses.

The control and movement of that tail was coming from deeper within. The sight of such a natural organic movement of the tail would lead anyone to come to the conclusion that the tail was somehow part of them. But it was deeper muscle that was causing the flick and the swish. The intrusion inside the anal tract was so deep and so tight that the slightest muscle movement therein would have a result on the tail.

Once inserted, the anal plug was inflated via compressed air. The inflation caused it to reach its maximum girth which in turn ensured that the pony's asshole was stretched to the the limit. The inflation and compression also ensured that the insert was elongated and designed to search out each and every crevice of the girls deeper anal tunnel. The only way the inflation and elongation came to an end was when the exploring tip nudged up against the colon. Once the colon was reached and pressed against, the elongation and inflation was cut off automatically. The pressure on the colon is continuous and unabated. The very insides of the pony’s anal tunnel controlling and flicking the tail she had been fitted with. The tail becoming part of them

The sisters were lucky enough to witness the inflation of a tail; it was already inside the ponygirl and she was trembling in anticipation of what she knew was coming. The sharp hiss of air followed by a long deep groan as the lower hard of her body erupted in an uncomfortable feeling of fullness and the unignorable need to shit and expel the intruder.

As they moved on, one part of the outfit was identical; the thigh high boots. The base of the boot looked like a horse hoof, but like the tail plugs it was not the most devious part of the design.

Where there should have been heels supporting the feet, or indeed supporting the rest of their weight, there wasn't one. Instead the foot part of the boot was molded into a 'hoof'.

The complete, severely arched feet supported just by the delicately designed hoof soles of the boots. These boots forced the wearer to balance up on their tiptoes. The strain of such a balance was not immediately obvious either, but became so after some considerable time. The fact that these hoofed boots forced the wearer into a horse like stance was remarkable and deceiving to the eye.

Getting used to the fact there were no heels under the hoof to support the back part of the foot took all new ponies completely by surprise. The huge strain on the calves as they had to adjust the way her weight was distributed. Made even worse when added to any other handicaps that the ponies would deal with - like impossibly large insertions in the asses, to pierced pussy and nipples weights...to obscenely large and heavy breasts.

Penny and Amy were brought to the end of the bar, not resisting maybe due to being completely stunned. As they got to an empty place on the bar they were roughly bent over completely at the waist and secured, legs as wide as they could go, rings of both of them looking particularly alluring for the male trainers present.
 
The second Penny was roughly bent over the hitching bar, Amy was shoved into place beside her and also forced forwards, yelping as the weight of her tits tugged her forwards off balance, the sudden sharp tug on the clit chain making Penny scream, almost the only sound breaking the silence.

"Welcome to the pony stable my little sluts!" Mistress Kaya beamed "As you can... Well, not see, but as you can certainly sense you are not the only ponies in our stables but you should rejoice! Your wonderful friend Mrs Buckley has specified that you will be our particular focus from now on! You may be the newest beasts in harness, but you'll be trained up in no time!"

As Kaya spoke Claire's name, there was a sudden burst of noise and commotion from the far corner of the huge room, a shriek of panic and burst of clopping as a pony suddenly began to trot on the spot, her knees almost slamming into the hitching post. Leo turned to watch in admiration, grunting to himself, until another trainer in what looked like skintight latex jodhpurs stepped forward, cupped the pony's left tit, and soothed the beast to stillness.

Kaya ignored the interruption entirely, even though the sound of terrified trotting had ratcheted up the atmosphere of tense dread in the staging area until Penny could almost taste the fear... Fear at the simple casual mention of Claire's name.

She swallowed hard, trying to focus on what Kaya was telling her. And then without warning, Leo snapped his fingers and two stable hands scurried over and began tightly lacing Penny's legs into boots, tugging her legs this way and that with no regard for the clattering of her cuntrings or the jerking of her clit chain as Amy was equally manhandled beside her.

The boots felt alien, leaden, their massive thick soles destroying what little sense of her natural balance Penny had regained and raising her height several inches as well as forcing her up onto tiptoe. For Amy, the boots were even higher, almost miniature stilts to ensure both sisters stood the same height, the similarity of their terrified faces matched by their physical size, and Kaya smiled as the extra inches ate up the slack in the clit chain, leaving both girls whimpering with pain.

"There! Proper pony feet for you both" Kaya smiled as the boots were laced cruelly tight, the supple shining leather defining every curve of the girls straining thighs as they stood, bent at the waist, swollen tits sagging heavily, legs straining in the enforced en pointe position of their new pony shoes "and don't you both look pretty?"

The poor ponies peered up at her myopically, their hooves repeatedly clacking as they shifted their position. Terrified of what would happen if either fell over before the cruel clit chain was removed.

“It’s far too quiet here, this is a stable not a morgue! Remove the rings gags for the tail insertion, a bit of a din from these newbies should wake the rest of the ponies up!” She stalked around in front of the girls, cupping, then tweaking an inflamed and caged nipple of each of the girls as Leo and another trainer uclipped the brutally large ring gags from their mouths.

“Now from your...transport details I can see you two are regular anal angels now…” she started wanking their nipples in a mock sex act …”but these tails are going to be a little different, let me tell you. They’ll be crammed in incredibly tightly They are not to fuck you, they are not to hold a spicy enema in you...They are to remind you of your place and ensure you execute your instructions perfectly. Observe”

Kaya brought out a small remote control, tapped a few keys and then held the button, while staring directly at Penny and Amy.

The synced cacophony of screams, some gagged and some directly from mouths reverberated through the stable as she sent a sharp jolt of electricity to all ponies plugs. The standing pony who had previously had the outburst had braced herself prior, bending her legs slightly so they didn’t lock out from the electricity, she gritted her teeth into her bit gag as her insides were shocked. After 3 seconds, Kaya releases her finger from the button and the screams and yelps turned to desperate moaning.

A female trainer approached and held a tail plug next to the sisters hair, compairing colouring. Kaya nodded appreciatively, like a hairdresser picking a hair dye colour and the two plugs were prepared behind the girls. With another nod of encouragement, the trainers begun to spread the cheeks of both girls

Amy began first, the trainer circles her anus with the bulbous plug before starting to work it in. Lube was not used herre, instead she spat dirdcting onto Amy’s pucking asshole and rubbed the tip of the plug onto it.

Penny’s had not yet begun, they had spread her cheeks but were now taking a short minute to appreciate the delicate metal barbs adorned around her asshole.

"Beautiful work here" Mistress Kaya murmured, idly flicking one of the cruel barbs "Nurse Taylor is a wonder, I must say! Look at the precision of this offset..."

Ahe released Penny's ass cheeks again and gave her rump a firm squeeze, pressing Penny's cheeks together around the barbed studs until she let out a strangled "Mercy! Please!!"

When Kaya prised her cheeks apart again, the indents left by the steel spikes were almost perfectly symmetrical - almost. Each stud was just slightly offset from its companion so that it not only dug in but pinched Penny's flesh between itself and the hidden buried base of the opposing metal barb.

Trainer Leo smirked in appreciation of the sadism, but shook his head.

"Full marks for cruelty" he conceded "But Taylor never thinks about the impact on performance. At a full gallop with her form correct that pain will be almost debilitating."

He paused, waiting for Amy to calm down as her terrified screaming reached an ear-spitting pitch of pain as her tight little rosebud was brutally gaped by the entry of her gorgeous glossy tailplug, and then continued:

"You hear that, Penelope? I know all about your special issues. This spiked ring piece and those fat sagging flaps and your ridiculous heavy udders. It's no odds to me. You'll just have to work harder to compensate for all your deformities. Fail and you'll regret it."

He flashed a grin at Kaya as she licked her lips in anticipation, and then nodded.

"Enough fawning. Get this mare stuffed" Leo said, rising "And finish prepping the rest of the stable, jesus!"

Around the two whimpering girls, grooms and stablehands leapt back to the work they'd paused while admiring Amy's wailing, and Kaya quickly spat on Penny's puckered ass, the saliva mostly missing her tightly clenching hole, and began to thrust the ponygirl's plug in, almost dry.

Penny's shriek dwarfed even Amy's as she lurched in anguish, and then stopped rigid, trapped up on tiptoes and crippled by the burning pain in her stretched clit. Beside her, Amy fell over, jolted utterly off balance by the burst of pain as her sister stumbled, and crashed to her knees with her tits hanging heavily over the hitching bar, held up by her own fat tits as her ungainly legs bucked and scrambled for purchase in the unnatural boots.

Amy's thrashing and the pain as her dry ass was forced to surrender by Kaya's remorseless assault broke Penny's ability to balance too and soon both sisters were howling in terror and pain, Amy flailing on her knees with her tits dragging her upwards, and Penny bent double, hanging over the hitching bar with her ass presented up as her beautiful tail was forced home and the blood pounded in her ears.

Begging for help as the heavy chain jerked her clit as if Amy was yanking on a disobedient puppy's leash.

The noises from Penny and Amy stunned the other ponies into silence as they focused on suppressing their own painful preparations; usually such outbursts, especially in the rare occasions where they are ungagged, would result in the annoyed grooms applying further discipline or handicaps to the days training. For the girls (and especially Penny) they already had more than enough hindrances applied for their first day of training by having to deal with the freshly expanded kilograms of flesh now attached to their chests.

Their connecting clit chain caused shrap lightning bolts of pain as each girl strained and resisted the buttplugs. Neither were in a position or the right state of mind to coordinate their efforts to make the agony inducing impediment more manageable.

Their stretched assholes clenched unwillingly around the intruders in their rectum, the flesh stretched to its limit looking like a hungry mouth chewing the bottom of the plug. In Penny’s case, the barbs were crushed between the flesh of her anal ring and the base of the tailplug, pushing them into the delicate skin more than before.

While a huge discomfort, the girls both knew from previous experience that they had to accept being stuffed like this and Penny especially had attempted to regulate her breathing to calm herself down. What they didn’t know was that the plugs still needed to be expanded quite a bit to ensure that the day’s exertions and straining would not make them pop out of their asses from the internal pressures.

Unbidden, Leo and another male trainer noiselessly connected air valves to the plugs. He raised one eyebrow at Mistress Kaya, looking for a sign whether to proceed or not. Her eyes lit up and she raised her finger to stop him.

Intensely focusing on Amy, she grabbed her by both sides of her head and gazed into her eyes deeply.

“I know it hurts sweetie...If you keep me pleased, we can make the days training a little bit easier, ok? You want to please your Mistress, don’t you? You want to keep me happy?”

Still gripping Amy’s hair with one hand, with the other she deftly reached to her leotard just where above her public region and unclipped several latches. The crotch strap snapped away, revealing a perfectly smooth pussy, the lips just slightly glistening from the first juices of arousal. With a clang, she lifted one boot up onto the hitching bar, and pulled her pussy even closer to Amy’s waiting face, the aroma of the woman overwhelming the other mixed smells of the stable.

“Show me how much you want to keep me happy Amy. Show us you’re smarter than this other freak” She slowly but firmly pushed Amy’s mouth in between her legs.
 
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