Message-ID: <31620asstr$995893801@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: thndrshark@earthlink.net (TS) X-Original-Message-ID: <273f350.0107221829.5b3fee8b@posting.google.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 23 Jul 2001 02:29:26 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Celebrity Status, Part 2 by Thndrshark (nc, sm, tor, rubber, pierc) Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2001 09:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/31620> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, t4425 Celebrity Status by Thndrshark Part 2 Marcus again thought about the girl, sitting mute and motionless at his side. He remembered fondly the time a year ago when they made their final modifications to this first slave. They had strapped her into a metal chair, ensuring she was motionless, her arms and legs held wide and her head pulled back, forcing her to face up. A large mirror was mounted over her and, as they prepared for her, the girl could only stare up at her own reflection. She could just barely remember what she had looked like back when she had naively and innocently decided she wanted to be Marcus’ slave. She had been actually only 15 at the time, but developed for her age. She had hoped her long blonde hair, large breasts and good looks would attract her idol into taking her in his possession. But now, as she looked over the strange creature she knew to be herself, tears began to form as puddles in her eyes. She hated the large nose ring that dangled over her top lip, as well as the rings through her top and bottom lips, circling them like a spiral binding. But the shocking difference most evident was the difference between the size of her new breasts and her waist. The harsh leather and rubber corset that had been mounted on her body now crushed her waist to a tiny 17 inches. The constant and incredible pressure the spring steel built into it exerted on her waist was a constant reminder of her permanent submission. As the days and months went on, she found her breath coming harder, and soon she learned to live with the short pants available as her lungs were crushed along with her ribs and waist by the mechanism. Just above the end of the corset she could see the massive mounds of flesh that were her breasts. Before, even at 15, she had been proud that her breasts offset her 24 inch waist nicely. She certainly could attract men with ease. Now, she felt more humiliated than proud. The bulbous shapes actually weighed her down so much, that she was somehow thankful for the harsh corset; without it, she would be unable to support the considerable weight of her chest. Mounted in her nipples she could see the thick and quite permanent piercings. A large ring was hung just at the base, with a rod placed through the middle of the nipple. Though she could see past these as something even her goth friends would sport, it was the final ring dangling from the tip of her nipples that made her feel more humiliated. Months ago, she had awoken to find this newest addition, and the wail she made at their discovery echoed through the dungeon. Later, Nicky had explained what she found. A long, 5 inch rod with a small plate and ring mounted to the end, had been pressed through the tip of her nipple, down through the breast and deep into the mound. With a twist at the tip, a series of sharp barbs were released down the length of the rod and, as Marcus had pressed the rod in hard then pulled back out, the barbs sunk deep into her own flesh. The result was a steel rod now permanently mounted through her breasts, capped off with a ring dangling from the very tip of her nipple. The rod would never be removed, nor could it, except with extensive and destructive surgery on each breast. The mountings had proven very effective. Often, Nicky would hang as much as five pound weights from the tips, pulling her breasts into torpedo shapes. She found that the rods didn’t even budge under this incredible stress. She continued to stare at her bizarre body, brushing over the lack of hair across her body, the heavy clit ring, her ballet shoed feet and the appearance of no arms. She tried to wiggle her fingers behind her neck, hoping to find some motion. Not surprised, she could not move them at all. For weeks she had cried at the permanent loss of her arms and hands. She was placed in a room with a mirror for a wall, another idea Nicky had to increase the girl’s humiliation. Despite her aversion to the modification, the girl could not help but look. She had long since cried herself out at the loss of her beautiful hair. Now, the bald, doll look was something she knew she would see for the rest of her life. Finally, Nicky stepped in front of the girl and showed her some new items. First, a liquid. "We decided that it's time to do some final changes to you," she cooed. "This is a wax like liquid. We pour it into your ears and it seeps all the way in, then hardens. It's designed to make you absolutely deaf. Oh, and it's permanent." New tears swelled in the girl's eyes and she struggled, testing her bonds, wishing she could end this nightmare. Nicky could see her trying to struggle, but her already modified body was far too helpless to make a difference. Instead, she settled down, unable to fight her horrible fate. Next, Nicky lifted a latex hood in front of her. She made particular note that the hood lacked eye holes. The girl wailed despite her tongue bondage, knowing she would now lose her sight as well. Nicky didn't say anything further, realizing that the girl was aware what was to come. Marcus wheeled in a TV, placing it in front of the girl and hitting play as Nicky went to work, first on her ears. Marcus touched the girl's hairless head. "We thought you might want a final image of what you use to be, because you will not only never be this innocent again, but you will never see or hear anything else either." The snow went away, replaced by the image of the girl in their bedroom that first night. Quietly, the girl watched herself, with long blonde hair and her innocence, as she undressed before the camera so long ago. Her body quaked with sobs as she saw the person she once was. Her body quaked in fear and dread, knowing that the last remenants of that kid was about to be taken away. She moaned and cried, wishing she would wake up, to find that she had only been dreaming, to return to her life as a child. Instead, she watched in utter horror as Nicky approached with a syringe, enjoying the moment as she approached. “Did you ever imagine that you would become this animal you are now?” Nicky wanted to rub it in, make the girl suffer for her own fantasies. “You were such a nice young lady. Now look at you. You’ve been reduced to a thing for us to use, a group of holes and a body to make scream. And now, we’re going to remove your hearing and sight permanently, dropping you into a world of silence and darkness for the rest of your life.” Her body tense with a passion to make this end, she barely reacted as Nicky injected the liquid into he ears, letting it seep down deep. She moaned and a stream of tears began down her cheeks as the second ear was injected, and her hearing disappeared forever. She could only stare now, until Marcus pressed two thin rubber pads covered with glue, over her eyes, forcing them shut. Marcus spread an organic bonding glue over the inner surface of the rubber, and then the hood was stretched easily over the hairless head of the girl, smoothing it carefully to remove any folds or creases before the glue could set, It was sealed shut behind her, forming a seamless skin over her face. The image left was a nearly featureless head, with only an open mouth and nostril holes. The rubber slipped into the nose as well, coating the inside of them halfway back. Marcus slipped in long breathing tubes, carefully pressing the long rubber tubing up and through, making sure they entered her lungs deep down her throat, then used rubber fitted mounts to lock them in place at the back of her nostrils. Added tubes extended them out of the nostrils, providing continued breathing through her nose. Together, the two began slipping a wide, long tube into the girl's mouth, pushing it until the girl involuntarily swallowed, allowing the tube to enter her stomach. The wide rubber fitting at the end mounted at the back of her mouth, locking into place like a gasket. After a moment, they watched the girl realize she could only breath through her newly tubed nose, and that she had no control over what went into her stomach. Holding her mouth open wide, Nicky pushed a plug in, blocking off the stomach tube. As a final adjustment, Marcus reached in again and, with a solvent, removed the mounting points that her tongue piercings were connected to. For the first time in nearly two years the girl was able to move her tongue. What she soon found, however, was that the tube now mounted down her throat also prevented her vocal cords from working. Now, she would not only not be able to speak, but her ability to make any sound had been removed. Releasing the girl from the chair, they helped her stand and Marcus led her over to side of the large room. With Nicky holding her upright, Marcus had to strain to stretch thick rubber bands over her breasts, seating them at their base, then releasing the band. The girl went rigid as she felt the thick rubber constrict the base of her breasts, forcing her mounds out even farther. After applying the second band, they watched for a few minutes, making sure that though the breasts would redden and swell with the tension, they would still maintain circulation. The result would increase the sensitivity through her breasts, without causing danger. To test, Nicky took a pin and sunk it into the girl’s left breast. Though no sound came out, nor could they see tears any longer, they could tell that the girl’s breasts were incredibly sensitive by the way her body went rigid in pain. Helping her into a large, shower like enclosure, Marcus lifted the girl up onto braket-like cones. The ballet shoe tips clicked into place as the mounting held them in place. Nicky began attaching a series of rubber straps connected from the sides of the enclosure to her various piercings. Above and behind the girl, another strap stretched out toward her head. With extra effort, Marcus managed to clip the ring at the end to her nose ring. The result pulled the girl’s head back and up severely. Straps from either side stretched her breasts out, and a final strap reached out and connected to her clit ring. Soon, she was held rigid between them in the middle of the clear walls. The straps needed to be pulled tight to hold her in place, and each piercing seemed to be under heavy tension. They knew the girl would be in incredible pain, but from the outside, they could see no evidence. Nicky slipped a dildo like device into the girl’s pussy, stretching it wide and causing the girl to shudder. The dildo was actually hollow, with small mesh strips forming three lines that extended down the length. The end of the nearly twelve inch shape ended in a cap. A flange at the protruding end connected to her clit ring, holding it in place. A second dildo, nearly as large, slipped with some effort, up her ass. As this shape began to press past her anus, the girl twisted in defiance, but each motion yanked hard on a piercing, adding to the pain in her anus, and Nicky continued pressing it in. As it seated in place, her sphincter grasped an inset ring at the end, holding it in place. Finally, Nicky forced her mouth wide open and pressed two wide rubber blocks between her back teeth, forcing her mouth open wide and holding it in place. Attaching her breathing tubes to tubes extending from the top of the booth, Nicky stepped out of the room and closed the door behind her. With a push of a button on a control console, Marcus activated a series of nozzles on the inside of the room. A dark mist of liquid spread out across the girl’s body, coating her with a fine layer of black. The nozzles shut off, and a light fan helped dry the material. After ten minutes, the nozzles turned on again. Marcus took Nicky’s hand and led her away. “Let’s get something to eat,” he said as he drew her away from the site of the tortured soul in the chamber. After four hours of processing, the machine shut down, leaving the girl standing motionless in the room. The strain in her legs and feet was intense, but she had no choice but to endure. With every slight shift she made, she felt the pain of a piercing being tugged on. If she could, she would have cried out, but instead was forced to stand mute and deaf. She could tell something new had been done to her, as her body tingled from some new application. She ran her tongue over her modified teeth, feeling a strange texture in her mouth. For what she was sure was days, she simply stood, wondering what was happening around her, and what had been done to her. She knew in her heart she no longer should care, but she found that she did. The images of that video from her first night seemed imprinted on her now useless eyes. From such an innocent dream as a young girl, she had now been changed into an almost inhuman form, with her only use that of further torture and service. She strained to hear something, anything, but instead only heard the echo of her own thoughts. She wanted to cry, to moan, to do anything to fight this intense constriction, but found no release. Instead, she found herself slipping into the ultimate form of humiliation and submission, despite the spirit that still lived within her. End of Part 2 comments, questions welcome at thndrshark@earthlink.net visit my site at www.gwenmedia.com/thndrshark.htm -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+