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I wake slowly, the world fuzzy about me, my head throbbing. Doctor Baker’s face comes into focus, she smiles, “Ah, you’re awake, good. How do you feel?”
I try talking, but my mouth fells all numb, all I manage are some drooling murmurs. “Good, good.”, she responds. I look at her confused, trying to sit up. She makes no move to help. “I think it’s time that we introduce you to the sponsor of you little ‘prize’.”
She moves, and my eyes shift to the person behind her, I look wide-eyed. Phil, my ex-husband, he smiles wickedly. I start to talk, still only managing drooling, indistinct sounds. Barking a command to the doctor, “Muzzle it”, I’m horrified as she takes a ballgag, forcing it into my mouth and painfully secures it.
“My sweet dear”, he continues, “Now that you’re awake, I think it’s time that we got your augmentation underway? I have dinner planned for tonight, and we must simple have you.” Nodding to Doctor Baker, my eyes shift, and I watch as she types something on her computer.
Suddenly, pain, my stomach, my breasts, I look down and see my flesh shifting, tightening. Under any other circumstances I would welcome the changes, my stomach flattens, breasts growing in size. I remember what the doctor said, that the nanobots, could shape and recondition my body to any plan I desired.
I looked over with pleading panic at Phil, his lip turning to a sneer. “I don’t think the meat will need it’s limbs now.” I try to struggle, only now realising that I’ve been restrained to the bed. “And make it slow…”
Burning, unbearable pain shoots through my hands, I watch in horror as the tips of my fingers fold and melt into my hands, I hear the bones cracking, then I feel like they’re dipped in fire as they disappear. This slowly continues down my arms. I scream, I can’t bear this, I want to die, but it just doesn’t stop.
Through tear soaked eyes, I can see my arms being eaten, stopping just before my shoulders. My arms, oh god, my arms! The pain starts to ebb, only again to start at my feet. I try to look down, but I can’t see anything past my breasts.
I sob and scream, he chuckles, “Don’t worry meat, it will soon be over.”
Free from the shackles, I can feel my body writhe on the table, strong hands grabbing hold of me…
I wake up, it takes a moment for me to make sense of my surroundings, lush carpet, and sounds of a party. I try to move, but all I hear is the rattle of some chains. I move my head, looking up, right into my own reflection. Please no.
I’m hanging, naked, suspended from chains, and what is left of my legs secured together with a bar. “Oh good, you’re awake again, the good doctor apologised for her mistake and assures me you won’t pass out again.”
The sound of his voice terrifies me, I squirm and struggle, only managing to make myself swing painfully. “Now we just have the final few touches.”, he motions and a young man comes forward with what looks like a corset. He wraps it around me, and moving around behind me starts to tighten it.
Tighter, and tighter, I can’t breathe, then pain. Hot sharp pain as I hear a snap. Tighter, tighter, snap! Crack! Snap! Shaking violently, I only cause more pain on myself, my breathing shallow.
Phil claps his hands, rubbing them together. “Excellent, leave me now.” I drop my head, I can’t bear this, I don’t have the strength. I hear him move, he’s pulled down his pants and without warning thrust into me. His hands circling my waist, he rams home again.
My broken ribs are sharp points of agony, every thrust from him is pain. But still I stay concious, the pain only becoming more and more intense. “Fuck yes, you fucking piece of meat.” My scalp starts to burn, my head forced back, he’s grabbed my hair in one hand and pulled it back.
My screams are muffled by the gag in my mouth, my tongue tastes the coppery flavour of my blood, then I feel him suddenly let go as he cums into me, panting and out of breath, he wipes his cock on me, and leaves me there.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the main course for tonight.”
I hear a curtain pulled back, and I hear gasps, then applause, lights too bright to see, I realise it’s me. My god, what is going on?!
“We have some time before we prepare the meat, ladies, gentlemen, help yourselves.”
Unable to do anything, I’m fucked and tortured, my screams and crying only fuelling their cruelty. I barely notice when it stops. “Now, please feel free to enjoy your night as we prepare the meal.”
I feel myself being hoisted up, something is being wheeled underneath me. I open my eyes, only to see Phil looking back. “Good bye my dear”. Then, I’m being lowered, slowly. I don’t get the chance to even look down when I feel the cold metal spike press past my cunt.
I don’t even get the chance to register what they’re doing until I feel him press down on my shoulders, quickly pressing the sharp tip into my body, I feel it pass up past my lungs and heart. Unbearable, unrelenting pain. I choke as it passes up the throat, the tip piercing the ball gag, and I hang there.
Broken, wiggling, in agony, and the pain only increasing, I feel the blast of heat from the oven. God, please, I want to die, I want to die.
(Expanded from “On Display” from “Perilous Thoughts”, image kindly created by Minos)
