{"loaderData":{"3":{"story":{"id":"ae299d55-b5e4-4921-b5d2-87a5ac091434","seriesId":"c12b0c25-e0e9-4927-b18e-29b61115736a","seriesName":"Cruciatu","currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2022-07-02T03:04:52.781Z","title":"Cruciatu - Chapter 16 - Caps","slug":null,"shortId":null,"authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Penny awakes to more body changes","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"86c2e5dd-d199-42da-98d9-2a80ff3aba35","title":null,"summary":"Claire had a packed day. She was negotiating a very lucrative deal with a sheik from the middle east","wordCount":3668,"readTime":18,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

Claire had a packed day. She was negotiating a very lucrative deal with a sheik from the middle east who wanted a large variety of slaves for his harem - black, white, asian, trained, untrained, virgins….16 slaves in total! This wasn’t a problem of course, but customer satisfaction in this case was paramount and Claire and her team worked hard to get exactly what was ordered.

She was so busy she didn’t get any time to check on her girls until later in the afternoon. She had checked a few text notification updates that were pushed to her phone but had enough self control to not indulge in the feeds. From the updates of what to expect she knew shge could wait until the perfect moment to catch up on their day's experience.

At around 5pm London time Claire was in her activewear, holding a nice cool bottle of water and jumping on her treadmill. She loved a bit of irony…

Setting a nice leisurely pace and connecting her mobile to the screen on the treadmill, she brought up the girls files. Selecting Amy’s file first, she screencast the CCTV to the treadmills screen before starting to jog herself.

The screen now showed another human being on a treadmill, but one who was in a desperate state of exhaustion. Head to toe the figure was drenched in sweat, the ponytails (her ass and her head) both matted with the perspiration. Claire had not connected to audio yet, but as the video feed was showing multiple views of Amy she could tell the girl was crying and wailing through panting breathes.

She was wearing a different setup to her experience, something a bit more streamlined. Her nipples were stretched out in front of her connected to wires. Her pussy and ass plugs also had wires trailing from them, connected to a machine off to the side, the wires swaying and swinging as she jogged.

Claire could feel the heat rising between her legs, and not from the running. Connecting the audio, her ears were filled with the sweet music of the younger sister's miserable exhaustion. A clock in the corner was counting up from 4:16:32 - the hours, minutes and seconds that this training session had been going. It took a lot to surprise Claire and this certainly did - that was an exceptional length of training!

Amy wasn’t currently high stepping, but making quick desperate steps as fast as her hooved feet would take her. The pace of the treadmill wasn't particularly fast, more of a brisk jog but would have been agony in the hooves for that length of time.

Claire could barely hold back her anticipation - how was Penny managing? She almost paused on the treadmill thinking it over. No...Savor the moment, don't rush. She selected Penny’s file and looked at the multimedia captures from the day. Selecting the first one, she started streaming the starting moments of the girls day.

5 hours earlier

Blinding light filled the cell. It barely filtered through to Penny past her ass and tit flesh. Amy was too exhausted to be awakened by it. Even the clicking of Kaya heels did not rouse the girls from their slumber.

Smiling sweetly at the girls, Kaya slowly, deliberately brought out the control remote for the plugs . Kaya stared directly at the CCTV camera and winked, before shocking the girls via the plugs in their anus.

The screams happened a second later, as the girls first had to wake, then register the pain, then react.

Amy crashed her head into the wall as she jostled awake, then stared miserably out of the tiny cage sobbing. Kaya opened the cell down and beckoned her forward with one delicate finger.

“Out slave. Come out and kneel and wait.”

As Amy crawled out, Kaya clicked over and opened up Penny’s cage. She couldn’t see her face or tell she was awake, but dug her hell in the ass flesh and saw her body flinch.

“Get out lazy bitch!”

A low groan rumbled out of the cell. This was followed but more moaning as the ass and knees slowly, slowly began to move backwards with what looked like an extreme effort. The ass emerged, the punished and pierced anus still gripping the oversized plug tightly. Her hips emerged.

As more of her body moved out, everyone watching was taken aback by what was emerging from the cage.

The udders that were dragging on the floor and now attached to Penny have doubled in size overnight, truly huge by any standard.

Round, full, red. Deep blue veins are very pronounced, making their own small ridges on the breast. Bigger than any fake saline tits a porn star would get, they looked very real and very heavy.

Just as horrified as anyone else was Penny. She had slowly slowly realised what was happening overnight but robbed of her vision she could only feel the weight underneath her growing and getting more tight and painful.

All the long night in the icy, crushing concrete she had felt the throbbing in her tits, the burning pain within her chest as she shivered in the freezing subterranean hole, vying with the cramps in her torn leg muscles and the fact she'd found herself half smothered in her own swelling breasts meant she had some idea of what must be happening to her, but she hadn't understood the extent.

She couldn't have, not until she tried to move.Every now and then she would test the limits of her movement and felt like she had two concrete slabs attached to the top of her torso.

As she fully emerged from the cage, she turned herself around and half crawled, half dragged herself forward to where Amy was without saying a word. She couldn't find any relief on all fours: even arching her spine as high as she could, her newly massive tits touched the floor, and the mere effort of trying to support herself was absolutely exhausting.

Pulling herself alongside her sibling, with a herculean effort she lifted herself up on her knees, but then toppled straight forward. A swift kick from Kaya made her try with renewed resolve and she was soon tethering on her knees, trembling and straining and she tried to balance. The position was hell on her bladder, but she was too afraid to try and shift into a more comfortable position lest she lose her balance again.

Her whole body felt alien, her balance and sense of competence completely shattered by the fact Nurse Taylor had pumped her breasts so full of Vitula that her bloated, veiny udders now weighed over three pounds apiece, each transformed into a devastating anchor of perverted breastmeat, force-grown but utterly natural... And now slowly starting to produce milk as Penny's defenceless body obeyed Nurse Taylor's injected instructions to the last twisted letter.

Amy turned her head slightly, then couldn’t help herself, the breath catching in her throat just as she stifled a horrified scream at her older sister's heavily modified breasts. Tears were running down Penny's cheeks just from the sheer effort of holding herself in a kneeling posture, and her sister looked more like a grotesque graffiti parody of herself than a living, suffering woman, her face grey as the muscles of her poor back screamed under the strain and her ass was forced to clench tight around the spiked and studded anal plug.

Kaya was impressed.Trainer Leo's face was concerned. Even Claire, watching the scene hours later, had to stop running so she could truly drink in the view; her eyes wide, the grin even larger than usual.

The grotesque fleshglobes would make it almost impossible for Penny to perform properly as a pony - even Kaya could see that any half-respectable high-step would require Penny to hammer her bony knee up into the vein-streaked sacks of titmeat straining to drag Penny back to her knees - but that was clearly part of Claire's plan.

Penny was to be trained as a pony, trained to the absolute peak of perfection. And she had the whole of her miserable, tortured life to learn to perform despite the brutal, punishing poundage pumped into her poor udders.

Starting right now.

—

First came the morning ‘feeding’. There was no time to waste on luxuries like ‘eating’ this morning. The girls would get the day's nutrients and protein from a quick enema into their embedded plugs. Bent over a preparation bar, the girls' collars were chained.

Leo grabbed a hose like object and connected it to the end of the tail plug, where a thick beige, cold liquid was fed into their anal track. Nothing like a punishment enema, this was just a convenient and degrading way to make sure the girls had enough energy to keep going. The groans and twitching asses gave away what an unpleasant sensation this type of filling was but the nightmares of being filled before the shipping were still fresh in their heads so they kept their griping to a minimum.

For Amy, the grotesque, unnatural sensation of the icy nutrients being pumped into her already overstuffed ass was a humiliation too far. Even though this was nothing like the experience of being pumped full of nightmare fuel in the processing station, the sensation of being bent over as her tight rectum was forced to swell to breaking point was similar enough to trigger an instinctive, traumatic panic response and the poor girl screamed and stamped, her hoofed feet clopping out a staccato beat of horror as she thrashed uselessly against the restraints holding her bent firmly over the preparation bar.

But for Penny the pain was almost irrelevant, a signal sent shooting along nerves already overloaded with agony, a horrible trigger of alarm lost in the din of her body as she was bent forwards so tightly her massively enlarged udders felt ready to rip from her tortured torso, the unfamiliar, evil weight of titmeat swaying and sagging, her obscene nipple rings almost scraping the floor as the helpless pony's back struggled to bear the brutal weight of her bloated breasts.

Yes, the nutrient paste being pumped into her ass gave her terrible stomach cramps. The pressure grew and grew until her bladder felt about to burst, her body force-fed remorselessly, more and more fluid driven inside her ass until her pierced and plugged ass was visibly straining, the tight crinkled hole straining against the studded spikes affixed between her tight little cheeks. That alone would have brought any woman to tears.

But Penny wasn't sobbing with pain, wasn't screaming because of the sensation of her poor abused anus being skewered on the spiked studs or because her belly and bladder were both at bursting point, the sealed valve mercilessly forcing her to bodily waste to remain trapped inside the bloated balloon of her bladder until the need to release her pent up piss reached a fever-pitch so inhuman it made Penny's teeth throb in anguish.

She was screaming because as she stood bent like a bitch in heat, her serrated steel piercings swaying and sawing as they stretched her tortured, sagging cuntlips further and further down her dripping thighs, Penny could still feel her tits swelling.

Deep inside the force-grown flesh globes the Vitula-L was moving into the second stage of its effect. Having modified her mammaries to massive proportions the chemical concoction was now bootstrapping Penny's milk production at a rate far beyond the natural limits of her body. Already her ducts were swelling, her lobules swelling in response to a remorseless tide of hormones that had been laser-targeted to have an almost instant impact on her helpless udders, and as Penny stood bent over, bellowing in horror, she was forced to feel her already enormous udders swelling and straining as her heavy tits began obediently engorging.

Of course the poor pony couldn't explain any of that - Nurse Taylor's sadistic, smirking perfection was so long ago, so obliterated by other horrors, that Penny had almost forgotten it - but she felt it, a constant alienation as her body was warped, and the loss of control left her utterly horrified, psychologically crippled as her own body was forced to collaborate in her own torture.

The mad, horrified stare of her pretty green eyes was captured in full HD as Kaya forced the last litre of enema inside her, and the closeup footage alone would be enough to cause Claire to cum even as she ran through her training routine on the treadmill... But that was hours in the future.

Leo groped at her expansive and sensitive tit flesh of Penny in awe. She squealed and screamed, it was still so sore and full! Their body and head harness were also applied with help from Kaya- today's attire was far less showy and consisted of leather straps around their body, a corset-like belt and a head harness with a bit gag. The parts clinked and jingled, many connecting rings hanging off it for some unseen purpose.

After their tummies were filled (pushing uncomfortably down to their bladders, the girls were unchained and led over to one of the walls on the concrete room that had a drain in the ground.

‘Ok girls, I am going to be very nice to you this morning as you have a hard day. We’re going to open up those bladders. Now, squat!’

Both obeyed quickly, almost jumping at the chance to relieve themselves; although poor Penny noticeably slower due to the downward strain from her gigantic breasts.

‘Lower!’

Kaya waited patiently until both were in position. Their calves beginning to tremble from the exertion, Penny’s face straining against the gravity

‘Piss slaves! Quickly before I change my mind and close it off for the day.’ she opened the internal catheter and sent some small electric impulses to make the bladder spasm and help the process; not that either slave required this after being restricted so long.

The punishing position only served to emphasise the unnatural way Penny's modifications made even the slightest movement a torment for her leather-bound body.

But everyone saw the livid red blush of abject humiliation as she helplessly pissed herself, an almost endless steaming stream pouring from her pierced and sagging pussy as Kaya released the control and finally allowed the ponies' bodies to relieve the inhuman strain on their backed-up bladders after the long, agonising hours they'd endured sealed tight.

The girls bit their bit gags,the pressure caused by the enema and the squat caused the steady urine stream burn out of them without and assistance from the electrical pulses

As the seconds ticked away Penny just had to get out of the leg burning squat or she forced a collapse, but her tits were smacked over and over by the Kaya's crop flogging the fattened fleshglobes until the poor pony sank back into the horrible stress of her squatting position.

With the unfamiliar weight of her ridiculously massive tits dragging her whole centre of gravity forwards, Penny's posture as she squatted was a form of torture in itself. Her lower back burned, her shoulders strained from the effort to hold herself as Kaya commanded, and her single stretch in search of relief brought her nothing but more agony as her throbbing tits were flogged...

As the stream slowed down, it was abruptly cut off as Kaya activated the catheter lock, trapping the rest of the liquid waste inside the girls. The sudden stop surprised both the girls who hadn't done anything to do the evacuation, let alone stop peeing completely in sync. It only took them a second to reason this was another form of control Kaya held over them, and both moaned and mewed in dismay as they both still had some liquid to expel.

\"Next time, you will HOLD the squat. Stupid brainless heifer! It's like you WANT to be punished! Come here!!\" Kaya strided forward and with both hands grabbed Penny's turgid caged nipples and dragged her out of the squat and over to an equipment cabinet.

Amy continued squatting obediently,, but the younger woman couldn't help a sympathetic gasp of \"Oh Penny, no!\" - thankfully so muffled by the bit gag crammed between her teeth that her attempt to comfort her sister went utterly unnoticed in the moment.

Penny squealed around her bit gag and followed as best she could with her arms bound and feet in the hoof boots. Stumbling, sobbing, struggling to move fast enough to keep the horrible strain from her nipples as Kaya used her tits as a leash, Penny tried her best not to simply burst into tears at Kaya's horrible words. She hadn't felt bullied like this since school, but being called a \"heifer\" while her tormented psyche was still struggling to process the terrible changes inflicted on her body was almost unendurable, and Penny's path was marked by a series of choking, stifled sobs as she was unceremoniously hauled across to the sinister equipment cabinet and kept waiting.

She found what she was looking for, bringing out two pieces of flattened cone shaped metal.

\"This is going to fucking hurt cow, but if you kick and resist I'll find ways to make you suffer more. Hold still!\"

Penny, confused and distraught, hyperventilated as Kaya brought the devices closer and closer to her nipples.

Suddenly with a snap that made her flinch and start, the cones' magnetically flew out of Kaya's hand and clipped over the top of her nipple cages, essentially turning both her nipples into metal mockeries of themselves.

She couldn't even understand what the strange metal lump was when Kaya produced it with a theatrical flourish, but the cruel words and the promised pain forced her into a babble of incoherent begging around the bit as the bizarre device almost jumped from Kaya's fingers to engulf the grotesque cone keeping her plump brown nipples straining and elongated.

The attachment itself caused no pain, but Penny's relief was short-lived as Kaya began to twist the top of the cone. Excruciatingly slowly, internal plates in the cone began to pinch, then squash and ultimately crush the base of the nipple. Kaya screwed it tighter and tighter as Penny's eyes watered and she was sure her nipples were being mutilated beyond all repair.

\"Mishtess Kayha I'm shogryy! I wag aboud do fahwl, I dighunt meeghn igldt, pleaaghe, pleaaghe, dohgnh't hurd meegh, Ighm bleggingh yooh, I-AAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEGHHH!!\"

The scream Penny gave started high, but it rose higher and higher, warbling around the gag every time Kaya gave another twist, intricate screws forcing the hidden plates down and in, worming their way among the precision-engineered struts of the nipple stretchers and then steadily digging in, driving deep into the stretched and crinkled flesh, capturing and crushing the bloated brown nipples with such merciless force Penny half expected to hear the horrifying pop of her nipples rupturing from the pressure.

\"There! Now we won't have any milk leakage as you're bouncing around today! Your first milking session is going to be very special my dear heifer, we wouldn't want a drop of your sweet liquid wasted!\"

Even externally, the effect of the cones was obvious: the tight flesh of Penny's heavy tits visibly deformed around the edges of the cones, screwed in and bunched by the plates so that what little slack was left in Penny's flesh was pulled taut, anchored by her agonised nipples, each unnaturally massive breast a drum-tight parody of pert perfection that throbbed in wave after wave of pain as Penny tried to process the horrible things Kaya was saying.

She playfully flicked the caps, resulting in a dull metal ping that sent painful shockwaves into the nipples and into the wider inflamed flesh.

The mere threat of being milked was enough to make Penny cringe backwards as if she were being threatened with torture, and Amy couldn't conceal her shudder as she watched Kaya flick her sister's tortured nipples with a firmness that sent vibrations quivering through the twisted tangle of pinching steel and pinioned nipples, a blow that turned Penny's reddened face an ashen grey and left her stumbling back with a clash of hooves as she shuddered on the edge of a swoon.

Amy didn't have the luxury of shuddering for long before Leo dragged her forwards, his hands dispassionate and professional, but nevertheless impossible to refuse as he guided her into position without a word, invading her with an efficient intimacy as he clipped the chain to her clit, letting it pay out steadily as he reached up between Penny's thighs, setting off a clacking of steel rings and triggering a moan from Penny as her pierced labia stretched and swung, sagging helplessly against Leo's wrist as he snapped the chain in place and let it fall, binding Amy back to her sister's cunt as Kaya hooked Penny's fat defenceless clit back onto its leash and stepped smartly off, striding off without a single backwards glance.

The jerk, the wave of sickening pain, the grotesque stretching of her Spatium-infused clit as Kaya yanked on the leash almost brought Penny to her knees but she struggled forward in a jerking, stumbling movement, less a human walk - still less an elegant pony trot - than a prolonged, horrible fall that never quite collapsed. Behind her, Amy did her best to walk smartly and keep her knees up, but the chain linking the two slaves moved so erratically as Penny gave and reduced slack that this was almost impossible. At one point Amy's own hoof caught in the chain as she stamped her hoof down, snapping her own clit forwards with a high wail of absolute horror - was this what Penny felt at every step?! Amy couldn't believe her sister hadn't gone mad! - but by and large Amy managed a respectable pace, while Penny progressed in what was almost a mockery of stop motion, lurching, swaying, sobbing as she fought against her own body for enough control, enough balance to be able to walk without the grotesque weight of her tits dragging her to her knees or ripping the straining muscles of her calves as she half-clopped, half-fell along behind Mistress Kaya, the corridor seeming endless as she was forced to drag her sister along by her clit.

Hauling both of them towards the elevator.

And the terrible training centre of Cruciatu Prime.

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