The following story is only fiction. None of the characters or situations are based on actual persons or events. Any similarity between these and real individuals or events is unintentional. Some of the subject matter may be triggering for survivors of sexual assault. Sensitive subject matter includes rape, torture, humiliation, psychological trauma, forced chemical dependency, forced impregnation and body modification/transformation. Reader assumes any liability beyond this warning.
Chapter 4: Violation
Over the years of their captivity, much of what I've learned about physical tolerance and actual human limitations has come from trial and error. For example, the maximum capacity of the large intestine is roughly 2 quarts. When filled to capacity, the sphincter can hold back the outflow for approximately 3 minutes unassisted. The use of an anal plug can extend that period by a factor of 5. Usually after 15 minutes the subject is in so much pain and discomfort that she will rip open her anus trying to forcibly expel the plug and contents of her colon. All of this, of course, has been video documented for future reference material.
My library is full to the brim with such gems. I devised hundreds of experiments based on my theories and ideas over the first few months and recorded each and every one. Seeing all of their varied initial responses and reactions was like witnessing the birth of a child and each new discovery felt like what I can only describe as a religious experience. For the first time ever, I felt as if my life finally held meaning; I had found my true calling.
I think I arrived at that specific epiphany the morning after the delightful garden hose incident. Up until that moment the reality of my new life hadn't taken hold. I suddenly realized then that I could do absolutely anything I wanted to them without any of the limitations imposed on me while using voluntary slaves. These two cunts were now my property and the only limits were that of my wildly perverted and vast imagination.
I waited a few hours after I finished cleaning up to bring them their next meal. Nothing fancy like before; this would be their first experience with the norm.
I began preparing their bowls using the three primary ingredients; 1 cup of dried oats, 1/2 cup of assorted whole grains and 1/2 cup of bacon grease. I then crushed up 2 multivitamins and 4 Vicodin and stirred them into the mash.
Looking at the monitors I could see that they were both unconscious but one only needed to hear the loud snoring to arrive at the same conclusion. I knew that the snoring was caused by the impossible positions they had passed out in and realized I would need to devise some sort of way that they could sleep without me having to worry about them drowning in their water bowls. I had no intention of killing them anytime soon.
I walked over to the box and kicked the side hard enough to wake the dead.
"Get up! It's time to eat."
They came to life immediately, eyes roving in their sockets. I noticed Bianca's ass tighten up in my presence. Memory responses are delightful.
"Up, up up! It's time to eat...and you will eat every last morsel. If you don't there will be consequences and if you think the hose was bad then you really don't want to know what else I have at my disposal. Tell me you understand."
I demanded a clear response but in that moment I was hoping I wouldn't get it. My sadistic nature was becoming my dominant trait. I wanted a reason to deliver them into hell.
"Y..yes..u..understand."
They sounded almost in unison. I began to wonder if Bianca had instructed Ashley not to give me any reason to visit any further pain upon them.
I sat the bowls on top of the box and again put on my long gloves before opening the trap door. Once the bowls were under their chins I closed the door and walked over to the wench control. After I lowered them l sat back in my chair and watched the monitors. They were clearly trying to ascertain what exactly it was that I was feeding them. The level of revolt in Ashley's young face was exquisite. Bianca, while still showing obvious disgust, began to take small bites, chew, and then begrudgingly, swallow.
"You'd better eat Ashley. You never know if or when you'll get the privilege again."
I smiled in delight as she stuck her tongue into the cold mash and withdrew it immediately. Bianca had stopped eating and was attempting to coach her with facial expressions.
"I said eat!"
Ashley began to cry.
"I..I can't...it t..tastes n..nasty."
Bianca’s eyes were desperate now as she was silently mouthing to her to please eat the food.
Ashley's cries turned into wails as she continued to turn her nose up to the provided sustenance.
"You will eat it right now or you will learn a brand new game. Which will it be?"
Bianca was now completely urgent.
"P..please babe. You h..have to eat it. D..do it for m..me. Please please please!"
"You better listen to your her kiddo. She's a smart little monkey."
I was on the edge of my seat. I wanted her to refuse. I needed it.
Ashley put her face in the bowl and took a small bite, began to chew, stopped and then vomited directly back into the bowl. I was actually amazed that she had anything left in her stomach to vomit.
"Oh sweet baby girl...you just fucked up."
I was grinning from ear to ear as I stood up and walked toward the box.
Bianca began struggling to free herself.
"Leave her alone you sick piece of shit!!! I'll fucking kill you!!!"
She was yelling and flailing about wildly. There was no way she could free herself but it was highly possible that she would injure herself if she kept up. I went to the medicine locker and pulled out a syringe and a vial of propofol. I inserted the syringe and pulled back on the plunger until I reached 80mg of the milky substance. I walked over to Bianca and inserted the needle into her IV port and depressed every drop into her. She immediately stopped struggling but continued to yell.
"What are you...what..the..wha..wha..et..is..wha.."
Her voice dropped off completely as she succumbed to the powerful drug's effects.
"That's better. Now we can have fun without Party Pooper ruining it."
Ashley was screaming at the top of her lungs but through the box's insulation, it came out very muffled and faint.
The dosage I gave Bianca would only last a few minutes but I would have enough time to set everything up for my next experiment. Using the same needle I withdrew another 40mg from the vial and administered it to Ashley. A moment later she was almost completely unconscious.
I walked over to the equipment cage and pulled out a large pneumatic piston mounted on a small compressor. I wheeled it across the room directly behind young Ashley's bare ass. I plugged the compressor into the floor outlet and walked back to the cage and grabbed a medium sized, slender, black box. I opened it and pulled out a 6 inch, black latex dildo mounted on a metal base. It wasn't particularly large in length or width but it would seem like "cockzilla" to Ashley's tiny cunt.
I mounted the phallus onto the piston arm and lined it up with Ashley's tight little cunny. I then went back to the medicine cabinet and pulled out a large bottle of water-based personal lubricant and brought it back to the machine. I applied a generous amount of lube to the dildo itself and smeared quite a bit more all over and around Ashley's slit. Once her cunt was satisfactorily lubricated I pulled the dildo right up to her hole and began positioning it for entry.
I used the corner bolts in the planked floor to lock the machine in place and raised Ashley's hoist by 2 inches. It was just enough to insure she would have no way to wiggle away from the invading rubber cock. I then switched on the monitor across from Bianca that displayed an over head view of Ashley’s petite body. I didn't want her to miss this historical event. After all, it isn't every day that your best friend gets violently raped by a robo-dick.
I sat back in my seat and waited for them to regain consciousness.
Ashley came to first, though she was so disoriented that she hadn't yet detected anything in her nether regions. As I watched in the monitor I could see her struggling just to keep her eyes open.
"Wakey wakey." I exclaimed. "You don't want to miss any of the fun I’ve planned out for us."
She was still too foggy to respond with much more than few inaudible groans. Across from her, Bianca was beginning to wake up. She was in about the same state as her friend but I knew as soon as she caught a clear glimpse of the monitor across from her she would be wide awake and thirsty for blood; my blood.
"Hello Bianca. Welcome back to the land of the living. I've prepared a lovely surprise for you. Lucky ducky, you get to watch a little prime time TV today. I do apologize I only get one channel down here but I think you might recognize the star of the show."
I was absolutely giddy with excitement. I must have checked the video output 20 times making sure that the angle and lighting were just right to record every detail of this new experience.
Bianca was still groggy and dazed but once she finally saw the screen and realized what she was looking at I don't think I had a large enough dose of anesthetic in my entire supply to hold back her rage.
"You sick fuck!! I'm going to fucking kill you!!..."
She began cursing me with everything in her body and I thought she might actually decapitate herself as she tried desperately to free her head. I walked over to the equipment locker wall and grabbed my Parker-McCrory cattle prod and brought it back to Bianca's position. I switched it on and gave her a quick 20,000 volt zap. For a moment she lost complete control of her body and went limp with the harness catching her weight.
"This is my attention getter. Do I have your attention or do I need to increase the voltage?"
"Fuck you!!!"
I nudged it up to 30,000 volts and touched it directly to her meaty cunt. The shock didn’t prevent her from screaming but worked wonderfully at emptying her bladder.
"I can do this all day long. What do you say? Do you want to play nice?"
"Go to hell you bastard!"
I cranked it on up to the maximum 50,000 volts and gave her another "clit tickle." This time I held it there for a good 3 seconds. Any remaining urine was completely expelled along with any fight she had left to put up.
"Are you ready to pay attention?"
Silence.
I looked over at the monitor. She was still conscious but for the first time since their capture I saw 100% purely concentrated hatred in her eyes. I knew that if she had the chance, in this moment, she would end my life without hesitation. I smiled and wondered how she would feel after what I was about to do to her friend.
"Now, it's important that you watch very carefully."
I waited for back-talk but none came.
If I felt disappointment over her momentary silence it would soon be replaced with sheer ecstasy in the minutes to follow. I glanced at the monitor and could see that she was looking in the general direction of the view screen. Ashley was still in a dazed stupor from her dosage of propofol. If Bianca’s yelling and screaming hadn't roused her, this surely would.
I reached down and turned the compressor on. I waited a few moments to let air pressure build in the tank. Bianca had visibly stopped breathing as the horrific anticipation steadily rose. When it reached maximum capacity, the compressor cut off automatically and the room suddenly fell silent. I wasn't sure, but I believe Bianca had made the mistake of thinking it had ceased to function. She began to take shallow breaths as if slightly relieved. She hadn't even tried to alert Ashley of what was about to happen. I'm sure she had reasoned that it would be best to say nothing and hope that she was so out of it that she would barely notice. Now it seemed to her that Ashley might escape this humility, however temporary the reprieve may be.
Had she known just how incredibly wrong she was about everything pertinent to this immediate situation I'm not sure she could have kept her eyes focused long enough to witness what happened next.
I'll admit now that the circumstances of this event may have been less traumatic if I had remembered to set the piston speed before activating the piston release. Wether it was excitement, impatience or sheer negligence that caused me to forget doesn’t really matter. The simple fact is that I did forget and when I released the piston the entire 6 inches of silicone rubber phallus shot directly through Ashley's cunt lips and directly up through her cervix at the full 120PSI. Luckily I hadn't set the machine to cycle repeat or it could have been far more traumatic. Instead, it just remained inside her until I reversed the air flow rather than going into a full machine gun paced fucking.
Up until that moment Ashley had been barely coherent. The whole thing happened so fast that it took another couple of seconds before the shock of suddenly having her cunt ripped wide open registered in the pain centers of her brain. But once it did she let out a howl I will never be able to forget for as long as I live.
"Aiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooo!!!"
Bianca's face dropped as she saw Ashley suddenly impaled by the fake, black cock. I think it was just too much for her to process. For a moment it appeared as if she was building up to a major melt down but then her eyes rolled back and her body went limp as she lost consciousness.
I didn't expect her to faint. I don't know why. I had prepared myself for some kind of reaction but it never occurred to me that this would completely short circuit her mind.
Across from her, Ashley was almost catatonic from the pain. Tears were streaming down her winced face and she rocked back and forth as much as her chains would allow. Blood was slowly seeping out of her cunt around the dildo but nothing more than I had expected. I was sure that there would be major bruising, possibly contusions, in the general area of her pubis.
I must admit I was angry with myself for being so careless. I had hoped to play this game for the rest of the day but now it was clear that by doing so I would only risk causing a more serious injury to her now torn and tattered cunt. On top of that Bianca wouldn't be able to watch and that was half the fun. So I decided to clean up and revisit this activity a few days later. I would use the interim to plan my next sadistic assault.
As I began putting away my toys a humorous thought popped into my head; I pictured a focus group all gathered to watch my little pilot episode and I wondered if my little program would be continued to air based upon its merit.
