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Subject: {ASSM} Celebrity Status, Part 2 by Thndrshark (nc, sm, tor, rubber, pierc)
Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2001 09:10:01 -0400
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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
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