Whole Destruction Chapter 4 - Assimilation
Themes include fisting, porn and piercings. Average reading time 5 minutes.
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The next few days were spent unpacking countless boxes and we felt like kids in a candy store. However, this is when they really started fucking with our heads. They measured our starting point and now it was time to progress.
We now had all this gear in our cell. and the chance to use it, but that didn't stop the daily fisting sessions that formed our programming. Oh, and if we weren't being fisted, then stretched. If not stretched then immersed in porn.
That last detail was important. Whilst they may have been generous with the gear budget they weren't when it came to food or drink. If we wanted the good stuff then there was a minimum amount of porn we had to consume each day to survive. And if we went above our target then we got treats and perks - better quality food and small comforts.
That may sound easy to achieve, but the minimum level was set pretty high. Not least on top of all our other mandatory activities. If you wanted to meet the target then you had to fully consume yourself with porn. To exceed it? Well, you virtually had to become an addict.
Oh, and don't think for a moment you could simply get away with having stuff playing in the background, no, this had to be an immersive experience. Your eyes were tracked to ensure they were looking at the screen. Watching videos or reading erotica. Both counted as porn but we're talking pretty fucked up shit here: fucking, fisting, toy expansion, saline, body mods. From gifted amateurs to talented professionals.
Now I know a lot of studies say that constant exposure to porn dulls the senses and you become acclimatised. Not here though, that wasn't an option. Each day of porn was followed by a series of questions to check you really had paid attention, to gauge our responses. What had we learnt or what did we feel could be improved on?
Some questions were ridiculously simple:
Estimate the girth of the top's cock Guess the size of the top's fists across the knuckles Measure how much spunk splashed across the bottom's manpussy at the end of the scene
Others were far more complex. You really had to pay attention:
State, to the nearest ten, how many hole punches the cunt received Identify what brand of harness the bottom and top was wearing Describe how the size of the bottom's gape changed from beginning to end
It goes without saying that it got even more specific. The final questions were almost essays and could never be guessed in advance, nor were you allowed to rewind:
How did the sight of the double being inserted into the star's slack pussy make you feel? Rate the technique and how this aligns with your own goals How would you have dressed the bottom at the beginning of the scene? Rate their outfit and how you would have made it better If you wanted to double the number of punches in this scene, how would you prepare? Provide details and a plan for communicating with the top
This was all sick and deeply twisted stuff. Whilst Max and I weren't allowed to talk about personal stuff, in shuffled whispers we both agreed we were being indoctrinated. Our homework was intense.
That's when the other challenges started. The Fetish spending spree had just been the first. The next arrived and we're still feeling the consequences now. We will for life.
Two guards arrived with a covered-up trolley. They instructed us to pull our overalls down to the waist and then sit facing each other. God, did Max look hot! Such broad shoulders, that V torso and his gorgeous curly chest hair. I'd gotten to know it so well, licked that body and chewed on those big nips. Those kind eyes that still drew me in. He looked relaxed and I couldn't help but wonder just what he saw looking back at him.
The presence of the guards was freaking me out. I felt nervous and sweaty. On edge. I could feel it in my pits and running down my back. I felt small and vulnerable in comparison to him. Why was he able to take this so easily, maybe because he wanted to be here and I didn't?
They gave us an iPad each, the screen open with a big, red start button and a countdown timer. We were told we had 5 minutes and absolutely no conferring. In fact, the guards stayed here to ensure we didn't. No secret signals either.
Fuck. The challenge? Nipple piercings.
We were told we had to get ours ringed but the twist was that we were choosing for each other. And together. If we both went for the same size, then we'd both be pierced with the same ring. Then and there. (Oh, so that's what the trolley was for!) But, if we selected mismatched sizes then the person who chose the smallest would be pierced with the larger gauge selected by the other guy. In return, they'd get nothing.
Seriously? This was truly evil. I didn't want to have my nipples pierced at all. And yet, with my limited knowledge, I had to guess what Max wanted. That firm chest, those marvellous pecs. His nips were pretty meaty and would look magnificent with some silver rings in them. Mine though? I'm not so sure.
I looked across the table. He was inscrutable but was there the hint of a smile as he scrolled through the options? Thank god there were only 6, even though they were all on the big side. Even the smallest you'd be able to see under clothes and couldn't be disguised. The largest? So fucking extreme that I hadn't known nipple rings could be that fucking big!
(Oh, and how would you even be pierced with a gauge that fat? Didn't you have to progress through several stages of stretching and growing? No, what I was looking at was biker bar slut big.)
Oh hell, we had two minutes left to decide. Surely Max had to know I didn't want to be marked for life, right? But I had to hedge my bets. What did he want? I went for the second smallest option. Big enough to look seriously good on his sculptured frame but not so ridiculous on mine. And not so scary as to be extreme or mark me as a 24/7 pig for life. After all, I still had hopes of returning to a somewhat normality after this.
And that's how I ended up with pig nipples and Max was sitting pink. FUCK.
They started immediately, though the entire process took about 12 hours.
First I was shaved, then hooked up to a pumping device. Apparently they didn't want to `shock' my body, but they did need to expand the size of my teats (for that's the only way they can be described now) so they'd fit the super-wide ring. Why the fuck would Max choose something so massive?! These fuckers would weight down my chest forever, not least as they'd be sealed in place with epoxy resin. It would take a welding torch to remove them.
Once the guards judged I was swollen enough - and I should say they strapped me down as soon as we'd made our choices - they filled each nipple with a special non-leaking silicone that would ensure they stayed big forever. Think of it as a crazy nipple teat implant.
The non-leaking part was really important as the piercing gun was going to go through both my nipples and take a real slug of skin, flesh and silicone along with it. Then those one inch wide and quarter inch thick steel rings would be threaded through. My eyes almost rolled across the floor when I saw them. Thank god for the strong local anesthetic.
It was far worse than that though.
For the first time since I'd arrived my cage was removed. Only briefly though. My dick naturally rose in response to being free but they made sure to work my achingly hard cock. Then then blasted both nips. At the same time. The outrageous pain made me black out at this horror show. Did I cum? Oh god.
I'm now a fucking extreme punk. I'm going to have to spend a lifetime in a gym and eating protein to get my body size up so these fucking rings have even the remotest chance of looking normal.
Why on earth did Max choose the largest ring size? Why the hell would he want to be this fucked up? Wait, unless he knew I'd choose a lower size and this was all a set-up? Can't be. He couldn't want me to look like this. Could he?
Motherfucker! I would seriously have it out with him when he got back. He'd left hours ago for his own sessions but when he returned it didn't work out as I planned.
My god, did he make me feel good about having fucking sow teats! He said he'd never seen anything like them. How amazing the silver rings looked, how sick, how big. Were they really secure, could he touch, lick, play? He stood me in front of our mirror and truly appreciated my body. I felt wanted.
Was I too small I asked? He said I could get bigger, that he'd been my size when he started lifting. Suddenly I felt caught up in it all, how I could be a permanent pig, a signal of my true abilities...
It all fucked with my head. I'd been pierced deep, meaning I could even be safely suspended from my nips. They'd always been sensitive and now they were like fireballs. Why hadn't I done this before?
And how the hell had a pulley, weights and chains end up in our fetish order? Did Max know this was going to happen in advance?! Once more, I was deeply confused.
Next: Degradation
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