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Story Codes: M/f, F/f, MF/f, Bestiality, Enema, Modification, Size, Toys, Watersport, D/s. B/D, S/M, Slavery, Slow, Real, Humiliation, Torture, NC, Extreme, Heavy, Serious
Synopsis: Extreme and detailed modification of my ex-fiance. Starting mild then morphing into nullification and other freakyness over a two year period.
Introduction
This is a story of forced extreme female modification in a almost non-consensual relationship with an ex. Most of the modification stories tend to be the “when she awoke, she found that they/he/she did …. to her” This story goes into detail on not only the what and why, but into the how portion. It goes without saying that do not try this at home, for educational and entertainment purposes only, the author assumes no responsibility.
Chapter One: Prelude to Infamy
Part One: The Old Flame
It all started to happen when she walked back into my life. The “She” was Katherine, my ex-fiancé. A non-mutual agreement to break up occurred about two years ago, basically the bitch left me. Fast forward one year, I met then shortly there after married Renee. Time for a little aside about my wife. Renee is 4 foot 10 inches tall, weighing 96 pounds. Her hair is a light brown with natural blond highlights that comes down to her mid back. She maintains a finely toned figure with exercise and the occasion diet when she thinks she is getting fat (when the scale reaches 100 pounds) Her breasts are size A topped with quarter sized nipples, each pierced with 12 gauge stainless steel capture rings. She maintains a neat and trimmed pubic area, just enough of the cleft hidden to add to her allure. For the numerically minded, her measurements are 30A-22-30.
Our relationship is (as the talk shows ‘experts’ say) give and take, we are both heavy sadists and light masochists. Needle play, whips, knives, ropes, gags, electro stims and all other assorted items come into our play with each other. The pitfalls of this type of relationship is that as the doer we each want to take it up a notch each time we play, but as a do-ee we both reach our limits before that time. To add to our frustration, both of us maintain a very public lifestyle and cannot afford to be outed as perverts. So, out of the blue Katherine comes to me with the sob story. Now, the stage is set, the actors are ready, if not willing, and the play of our lives is about to begin.
Katherine, my former lover, 5 foot 6 inches, blond hair, blue eyes, tipping the scales at 128 pounds, 34C-30-34. My pet nick name for her was Lady Light, now whenever I think of her it is “That Bitch.” Whoever said I was bitter. I will spare the reader the details of her life during her two year absence. The main points of that time included marriage to a lawyer, isolation from her friends and family, then the lawyer divorcing Katherine for no reason (besides his 22 year old male personal assistant) and leaving Katherine without any money or assets.
My first thought after opening the door (besides “What the Fuck?”) was how in the hell did she find me? There seems to be this little thing called the “Internet” and that you are able to look up people on it at public libraries, and this is how she hunted me down over three different residences in two states.
So, after a lot of her sobbing and, on my part, eye rolling, she says that she wants to be a part of my life again Just at that moment, in walks Renee and suddenly there is a bit of tension in the house. Renee and I make eye contact, then I smile/smirk and lift my left index finger (during our “play” time, Renee and I use this movement to convey “hold on a minute). Renee does an almost imperceptible nod then I introduce them to each other.
“Katherine,” I said (I use to call her Kathy, but to me that was an term of affection), “this is my wife, Renee. Renee, this is Katherine, I might of told you about her once or twice.”
Katherine’s expression exponentially surpassed the “deer in the headlights” look that is so often talked about. Renee looked, lifting her eyebrows, more bemused than anything else.
“Hello Katherine”
Katherine stutters out “Uhh, hi.” Then immediately looks down at the floor, eyes welling with tears about to be shed. “I think I should get…”
I quickly interrupt her with “Hold on a minute, Katherine, Renee and I need to talk a bit, we’ll be back in a few.”
Upon exiting the room and closing the door I hear “What in the hell is this?” from Renee, more in an astounded tone than an accusatory one. “She just… and you just… Okay John, why are you smiling like that?”
“Alright hon, here is the story… (again the reader is spared the dull details) … and she showed up here today.”
“So what are we going to do with her? Surely not let her camp out here, I don’t think I would be comfortable with that, no matter how much I trust you.”
“No, she is not going to ‘just camp out’ here, I have
something more in mind, along the lines of cruel and unusual” with that I bend
over to kiss her deeply, as our tongues fence each other, I tweak a nipple
through her blouse eliciting a surprised squeak from her. “Let me call over to the
Background – The Madagascar Hotel and Casino is a high end establishment where, as a part time job, I train the various staff members in emergency medical procedures.
Further Background – Renee and I are both nurses, Renee works in a operating room, while I work both as a Flight Nurse and in a local Emergency Department. Katherine, to add a little more spice later on, is also a nurse (I originally met her in nursing school) but she was a nurse on a medical ward, but she let her license expire while she was married, hence no income.
Two phone calls later (one to the
“Katherine, it’s getting late and Renee and I need to talk about this alone. So here is the plan, I got you a room at a local hotel and a cab will be here shortly to take you there, do you have any money for the cab?... I thought not, okay I’ll cover it. If you are hungry you can order room service or go to any of the shops in the hotel, just tell them to put it on my tab, and if they have any concerns they can talk to Mark. Getting this? Good, now then, where was I, oh yah, tomorrow we’ll both meet you at “The Green Dorm Bar” at five and we’ll talk about this further, I’ll cover the fare there also. Okay?
Katherine numbly nods her head to the plan, just then there is a horn sounding outside.
“I’ll walk you out,” I said to Katherine.
“Bye bye Kat,” Renee says.
After escorting Katherine to the cab, I hand the driver two twenties for the ten dollar cab ride telling him to keep the rest. I load Katherine’s two suitcases in the trunk (they were still out on the foyer), and whisper to Katherine “Don’t worry, I am sure we’ll work something out.” With that she smiles and gets into the cab which shortly drives off.
.My face transforms for the empathic concerned look to a devil’s grin as I turn around to enter the house. As I do so I adjust the erection I have been sporting ever since I kissed Renee.
Part Two: The Plan
“So, do you want to tell me what you are up to?” Renee asks.
“Just one moment,” I said as I head to the home office. There I rummage around, until I find a binder with the name “Kathy” stenciled in on the front. Taking my prize, I head to the living room, breaking the seal as I walk. Once there, I toss the binder and contents on the coffee table and tell Renee to have a look. After about ten minutes of flipping through the papers, she looks up at me with the “AND???” expression on her face.
“So she is a submissive,” states Renee, “so what.”
“No it’s not only that,” I explained, “it’s that she is easily led, very insecure about herself, and is a mild masochist.” As my evidence, I pull out a twenty page questionnaire and show it to Renee, the last page has about a one page type conclusion written by myself.
Background (Again) – Since Renee already knows the history of Katherine and me, allow me to educate the reader. Katherine and I had, particularly in the beginning a quite kinky relationship. During our second summer together, she agreed to be my slave for a month, with various stipulations that I won’t go into here. So in the beginning of her slavery, she answered and took multiple psychological tests which I condensed into the questionnaire that Renee was now looking through. With the help of the local medical library, I made my conclusions and “trained” her with those in mind. Unfortunately, at that time I was in love with Katherine so her “slavery” was a light burden (if any at all) at that time. This time it would be different.
Back in the Present - “Look,” I said “we both have these fantasies and ideas that we want to do, but don’t dare try them on each other. We can’t go out and search for someone that we can play with the way we want to due to our ‘Mrs. And Mr. Jones type of life.’” But, right now, Katherine has basically bared her throat to us, to use, to modify, to torture until we tire of her. After that, it will be up to her to sort it out.”
Looking interested, Renee says “So far I am with you, go on.”
“So this is how I got it figured, we hire Katherine as a live in domestic, with her legally being a self contractor, this way she has to provide for her own medical and dental expenses with the added bonus of use being able to charge her room and board when she is living with us. To ‘help’ her out, we can get her the insurance from our bank. So even with us taking out these ‘expenses’ before we pay her, her contract will also state that we will be holding her pay in escrow until her contract time is up, I am thinking about two years should do it.”
“Oh, I see. She’ll be totally dependant on us for those two years, after that who cares really. So we’ll have a housemaid, and we can ‘play’ with her without her possibly calling the cops on us.”
“It’ll all be in the contract,” I said, looking rather smug. “The contract I was thinking of will be a combination of a domestic servant, with a detailed and strict dress code, her punishments being broadly defined, and with an amendment which will be an informed consent for medical experimentation. With that, she’ll be ours. Legally, she will be our slave, wearing or not wearing what we want, that we can torture as we please.
Renee, playing devil’s advocate, says “Will all of that hold up in court?”
“Chances are no, but she’ll be screwed too if she were to try, for signing an illegal contract, which she would need to prove to charge us with anything, would make her an accomplice to her own torture, meaning that the contract would be null and void with either party owing nothing to each other. We would get to keep the money, and she would still be broke and have the mods we did to her still present.”
“Hm, sounds pretty good, I’ll trust you on this, but you get to do all the legal paperwork, that stuff gives me a headache.” Renee adds, with her hands slowly running up my body, “So, what should we do to her then.”
Smiling, I take both of her hands into mine and started tugging her towards that bedroom, “Let’s discuss this in a more comfortable atmosphere, shall we.”
Renee laughs, takes her hands out of mine and begins to strip, I follow her lead.
Part Three – Sex Talk
Once we are both naked, I tackle Renee into the bed, she resists laughingly. Gripping both her wrists into my left hand, I straddle her hips, and pin her arms above her head. She struggles a bit, noticing how her movements are exciting me. Precum forms on the tip of my cock, as I roughly hump her outer labia, my frenium piercing rubbing her clit with each stroke. Her struggles become more focused, meaning she basically gave up and started to gyrate her hips to the rhythm of my thrusts. Watching her closely, her face becomes flush, upper chest reddening, breathing deep but irregular. As I feel her ass cheeks start to tense and tremble, I stop my thrusting, lifting myself off her hips. With one exacerbated breath, Renee opens her eyes, looks straight into mine and says “You mother fucker, I was sooo close.”
Glancing down between her legs, seeing the wet sheets under her, I wink and say sweetly “I know.”
“So,” I said, acting like we both weren’t both terribly aroused and naked, “what do we want to do with our very own slave girl?”
This made Renee think for a bit, “I think we should start off slowly, you know, basic household slave training, like that Miss Abercrombie writes about, toss in a couple of piercings, add a tattoo, then get serious.”
“Sounds smart to me, don’t want to scare her off before…” Then I go into a fake maniacal laughter. “So after that… what about her breasts,” I bend down and suck on one of her pierced nipples, biting down a bit and tugging hard. This elicited the response I wanted. I look up at her and, with my voice being a bit muffled due to the nipple in my mouth say “So?”
Renee’s hand grabs my hair and pulls me over to the other nipple as she says “How about implants, embarrassingly big ones.” Renee, I know has a bit of a Napoleon complex in regards to tits. As I suck harder, Renee continues “I want her nipples stretched out too, over an inch, then …” she breaks off, I look up and I just see a evil smile on her lips.
With my attention on her nipples and not holding her wrists tight, Renee twists out of my hold, hugs me, then flips me to my back. “I’ll tell you what John,” she says “I get domain over her tits,” with that she reaches down a forcefully twists both of my nipples. Gasping, I nod my head. “And,” she continues “you can do what you want down there.” As motion follows thought, her hand glides down my stomach and to her pussy, spreading her nether lips, she begins to stroke herself to orgasm, finishing what I started. “But,” she says almost as an after thought, “you can’t fuck her there.” With that statement, she roles off of me, turns her back towards me and says “Good night.”
Some people may call it power exchange, others teasing or foreplay, I call it frustratingly fun. With my left arm I place it over her head, and my six foot frame spoons her smaller one. She wiggles comfortably back into me, and my left arm slips into the crook of her neck. As I feel Renee relax, I lovingly whisper “Good night, Love.”
With that, my left arm wraps itself around her chest, my middle and index finger capture her right nipple and pull it upward. With my right knee, I pry her legs apart, and my right hand goes to her cunt, roughly pushing my fingers into her still dripping wet hole. Renee gasps and starts to struggle in my embrace. Taking my right hand from her cunt, I whisper in her ear in the same tone, “But I will fuck her here.” With that my middle finger, lubed by her own juices is pushed into her ass. I begin to stroke my cock between the cleft of her cunt lips, slightly lubing up. Renee squirms, repeating softly “No, No, No.”
Using her right nipple as a leash, I pull her chest down so that it lays on the mattress. Curling up my right middle finger, I pull Renee’s ass into the air. Taking my now, slightly lubed cock, I slowly push into her anus after removing my finger. Using small stokes, I gradually go deeper and deeper into her rectum, until my balls are resting at her pussy. Always the gentleman, I whisper “Hard or soft?”
I think she said hard, being that her head was in the pillow, it wasn’t real clear what she said. So I pull my cock almost all the way out of her ass and roughly slam it in. The amazing thing about the rectum is that it acts like a sponge, sucking up any moisture in that vault, so the more and longer I ass fucked the less natural lube was helping out. I didn’t mind, but Renee was seeming to take exception to it. Pushing and grinding into her, I near orgasm, taking my right arm, I crossed it over my left, grabbing Renee’s left nipple. The closer I came to cumming, the harder I pulled, until I finally came, twisting both of her nipples cruelly. Sighing, I pushed her hips down into the mattress with my cock still inside and rolled both of use to our sides in the spooning position. Her breathing was still a little ragged when I lovingly whispered “Good night.”
Part Four – The Proposal
Waking up early at around
“You bastard,” was the greeting I received, shortly followed by: “thanks to you I won’t be able to sit down for most of the day.”
“Why is that?” I ask innocently.
Blushing a bit she says “you know why.” For some odd reason, Renee blushes really easily in the morning, an endearing trait.
All she got out of me was puppy dog eyes and a “Hmmmm?”
“Like I said ‘Bastard,’” after slowly shaking her head, she becomes serious saying “Okay, what do we need to get done today for our guest?”
After a swig of life blood and taking a deep breath I start “The main thing would be the contract with it’s inherent legalese. I should be able to take care of that, other than that, we need to work out a plan of attack for the next week.”
The next hour was spent with Renee and I hashing out a schedule for the next week over coffee and bagels. The one minor problem was what to do with Katherine while the both of us were at work, we decided that she would stay at the hotel on those nights until we got both Katherine and a special place prepared. Renee stood through it all.
Renee and I own a former auto shop in central
After a nice long shower, I feel alive enough to start
calling in some favors. My first call
was long distance to Pahrump to talk to Steve.
This gentleman owns a quite prosperous and unique brothel in that small
town. His ladies cater to the darker
side of love, and being such he is the perfect source of information of the
legalities of having your employees beaten.
Now, how is it that I know Steve, in actuality I know most of the
brothel owners and prostitutes that are around the vicinity of
My next phone call was to my hospital’s legal office and asked for Martina. Her and I worked together on an informed consent that is required for patients undergoing risky procedures, so that if they either die or become seriously harmed, then no one could successfully sue the hospital. After some small talk, I asked her to e-mail me informed consents performed by non-physicians. There is such a thing, for instance, if as part of a clinical trial, a lab technician that is to draw Jane Doe’s blood, accidentally hits an artery, causing a vessel spasm, blood stops flowing to the lower arm, it turns necrotic and falls off, the lab technician would be basically covered. That is a risk of getting blood drawn, now most hospitals do not do this since all procedures are in some way overseen by a physician. But, some independent entities do have these consents, and it was this type that I was after. Martina really did not question me much before e-mailing a generic consent, since she knew I had a lot of odd jobs in the community.
One finally call to Steve’s lawyer to talk about what I want included in the contract, leaving out the modifications that would be included in the informed consent, and my job was done. With that, I showed a copy to Renee, who just smiled. Time enough to go and eat at a sushi bar then head over to the Green Dorm for a meeting with our future employee.
The Green Dorm, for the uninitiated is a unique
establishment. It is dark and seedy with
a dangerous atmosphere. Upon entering,
patrons either feel an evil glee or a fearful shudder depending on their
dispositions. As I loiter around the front of the place, Renee heads to the
back to get us a nice a secluded booth for the negotiations that is about to
commence. At
Body language is an interesting phenomenon, the scene in front of me is Renee and Katherine sitting at polar opposite ends of the booth. Katherine with her head bowed, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her khaki shorts, looks ready to jump at the slightest noise. Renee was at her leisure, leaning back, about a fourth of her beer finished, looking at Katherine as one would look upon a somewhat interesting item in a store. Not ownership, at least not yet.
Making some noise as I approach the table, I sit down next to Renee, put my arm around her shoulder and give her a slight squeeze. “So, shall we begin?”
Part Five – The Signing
“Are you ready to hear me out Katherine? Good, to start with I don’t love you anymore, nor is there a chance that I would leave Renee.” A pause starts after that statement, lengthens, until Katherine looks up, opens her mouth to say something. Then I continue, “But, you are still attractive, to both myself and Renee.”
Renee’s turn, “Kat, you know that John is a rather kinky guy, I know what you two did while you were together.” A start from Katherine. “Well, you see Kat, me and him are both alike in that respect, too alike in some areas. So, what we are offering is something similar to this.” With that Renee pulls out the Kathy binder and takes out the old contract and tosses it across the table. Another start from Katherine as she picks up the papers.
“So you both want me to be your submissive?”
“Close Katherine, this is what we had in mind.” With that I pull out the new contract from the ‘Kathy’ binder and lay it down in front of her.
Upon further reflection, the old contract between Katherine and I was like a teenager’s love sick poem to his first lust. All sweetness and niceties with all the real control in the, and I use the term loosely, slave’s hand. The new contract, three times as long, was written more as an owner’s manual, very dry, with no emotion in it, and as Katherine will find out, giving her no say what so ever in her life.
“We’ll leave you alone and let you read through this, we’ll be over by the bar.” With that Renee and I leave the both. The bar is situated so that sitting down at it, the mirror behind the bar shows our booth and Katherine perfectly.
“So, do you think your ex will fall for it?”
“Don’t know, even if she doesn’t, this entire situation has made me randier than hell.”
“No, shit I know what you mean, I am dripping wet.”
Taking that as an invitation, I lower my hand and feel inside Renee’s pants, quickly finding her clit, I begin to gently rub it (it’s that type of bar). Multi-tasking, I keep an eye on Katherine, teasingly keeping Renee just this side of orgasm, and enjoying my single malt that I ordered. After fifteen minutes, the single malt is gone, Renee is grasping my wrist with both hands, and Katherine just finished reading the contract and is tidying up the papers.
“Let’s head back” I say as I remove my hand from Renee’s crotch against her silent protests.
“So, what do you think?” I ask Katherine, as I lightly brush her cheek with my cum covered finger. Katherine either didn’t notice the slickness, or chose to ignore/deny what I did.
Katherine square her shoulders, and took in a deep breath. Good, I thought, she’s going to try to play hard ball, it wouldn’t be any fun if she just caved in.
Rather forcefully, Katherine says “You two want me to be your scantily clad housekeeper that you get to tie up and whip, right? I want to know how hard and if my limits would be respected, if I say stop, you would, wouldn’t you?”
“Well Katherine, no. As described, if whipping or another type of negative reinforcement activity was being done as punishment, how would you truly be punished if you could say ‘Stop’ at anytime. If on the other hand, the whipping was for your erotic pleasure,” I said, knowing full well that that situation would never happen “Then, yes, we would respect your limits.”
Katherine nods her head almost in perceivably and asks “And what is this informed consent for?”
Renee chimed in “Well Kat, if, let’s say we pierce your nipples, that is what this consent is for, since neither John nor myself are docs, the consent covers any risks involved in the ‘procedure.’” With that Renee made the finger quote signs when she said procedure.
“But what if I don’t want my nipples pierced, or any other modification.”
“Katherine, the contract states what actions you can take if you don’t want something done,” I said, knowing full well that the complicated jargon basically states that she would loose all money owed to her, and she would be fined 85% of the remainder of the contract, and if she could not present us with the said amount within 24 hours, she would be forced to do whatever procedure we wanted. What elevates this from a ‘damn, that’s harsh’ to a purely evil situation is that: A- Katherine is broke, spent the last of her money to get to my house; B- Her only source of income is what we pay her; C- the loss of money that is held in escrow occurs before she is required to pay the 85%; and finally D –per the contract, Katherine is required to pay back the money so far spent on her since her arrival at my doorstep. So even in the last minute of the contract, she could still not pay us the ten cents that the contract stipulates.
From the look in her eyes, Katherine did not understand the consequences, “Besides, I added, the contract says that no (here is where I do my finger quotes) ‘modification” shall be noticeable while wearing conventional clothing.” This seemed to relax Katherine further, little did she realize that ‘conventional,’ as defined by the contract, meant Victorian era clothing, limiting Renee and myself only so far that we could not pierce or tattoo her face nor completely shave her head. I figured we could operate within those stringent limitations.
Renee’s turn at being good cop, “Listen, Kat, we really want to work with you on this…How about we increase you pay by ten percent and also decrease the costs of your room and board by twenty percent. Would that make it better for you?”
In the contract given to Katherine, all the numbers are penciled in. The penciled in room and board were already 20% above the maximum allowable by law, and her annual pay, with the increase of 10% would just cover the various taxes and legal fees built into the contract, if she didn’t default.
Somewhat numbly and a bit overwhelmed looking, Katherine nods her head. Renee made the alterations to the contract in pen after erasing the penciled in numbers.
“So ready to sign?” I ask.
Katherine says “Sssuurree.”
“John,” Renee says, “Let’s go somewhere different for the signing, shall we?”
“Why not, I know the perfect place.” As I pay for our drinks, Renee stands up and offers her arm to Katherine, which she takes. Exiting the bar, we get into my car, Renee and myself in front, Katherine in back. We are soon heading East to a large park off the Strip. We exit the vehicle, it is a beautiful Fall evening, and I find bench with a nice view of the park. The only thing marring the scenery is a multitude of homeless populating the periphery of the park. As Renee and Katherine sit down on the bench, I amble over to two of the homeless men and ask if they could help us out for a minute. They agree readily as I produce a fifty for each of them. The last page of the contact has an area for five signatures, Katherine’s, mine, Renee’s, and for two witnesses. I explain to our down and out witnesses that they just need to see Katherine, myself, and Renee sign the paper, then they sign where indicated. The signing was rather anti-climatic. But then a thought entered my mind: I just got unlimited access to torture, mutilated and degrade Katherine for the next two years. And she just signed her life away, witnessed by two bums.
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