FST - Rewired

by XTremeInk

Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa, NonConsensual, Lesbian, Science Fiction, Horror, BDSM, FemaleDom, Humiliation, Sadistic, Oral Sex, Water Sports, Body Modification, .

Desc: Science Fiction Sex Story: This is a wacked out story, for sure. Not exactly like my usual stuff, but there's lots of BDSM. It's set in the Future Sex Tech universe after the fall of the CCCP (Conservative Christian Coalition Party). Fun with technology and biosculpting.



"Ah my dear, you're finally back with us," smiled the woman at Christine.

Christine tried to make some sense of what was going on. Her last clear memory was of being in a club in Rome. She'd met this beautiful red-haired woman -- Tasha -- who'd been very nice to her. Most of the Europeans avoided her, as American's were not very well liked. The repression and religious fanaticism of the last hundred years made Americans very unwelcome pretty much anywhere but a few places in the middle-east -- which was also a Theocracy.

The revolution, overthrow, and execution of the Theocratic leaders of the CCCP (Christian Conservative Coalition Party), and the gradual restoration of sanity to the country was the only thing that saved her from being immediately deported. She was still on a restricted visa, but the fact was that if you wanted to learn anything about the biosciences, you had to do it in Europe. The US had outlawed all bioscience years ago as the CCCP Theocracy rose to prominence.

Her parents hadn't been happy with Christine's choice of study, but Christine had always been willful. She'd also grown up hating the CCCP with all her heart, as she read about all the advances in bioscience that the European's were discovering and implementing. No doubt her parents would have stopped her, but they'd died in a crash at the beginning of her senior year in high school. She'd come under the care of the state. Since US corporations desperately wanted into the biosciences market, they were sponsoring people who wanted to go overseas to learn. As long as the people worked for them for fifteen years once they returned. Having no other future, and having no property under the law (she was a female, after all), she'd taken them up on the offer.

She had arrived in state of Italy in the beginning of June. School, over here, wouldn't start until mid-September, but the schools required that Americans have an 'adjustment' period to the European way of life before starting school. Some Americans went nuts with the freedoms they had in Europe, but most reverted to their prudish, preaching ways. The European States weren't fond of having Americans trying to export their brand of religious conservatism, so they made even students spend time 'adjusting' to the freedoms of ES life. If they fucked up, they were deported. No second chances.

Christine had never been to a bar in her life. As an unmarried female, or even a married one, it was unlikely that she ever would in the States. The Theocracy was gone, but the old guard still supported female repression. So, just for the heck of it, she went to one and met Tasha, a very nice Italian woman. Things got really blurry after that.


"So," smiled Tasha, "it's time to introduce you to your new life. Oh, I know you must have many questions. And no, you can't talk, not right at the moment. Don't worry, it's not permanent, it's just the collar you have on. It's a wonderful toy, just like you are my dear."

Christine tried to move, but she was pretty well immobilized. She was currently upright and her wrists and ankles were attached to two large 'C' shaped pieces of chromed metal by short chains connected to restraints on her limbs. She had no idea what the big metal pieces were attached to, all she knew was that she couldn't move. Even her head was immobilized, the straps of a large ring gag also attached to the metal supports. Her body was spread in a large 'X', leaving her naked and totally vulnerable to this woman.

"We had such fun with you," said Tasha, with a delightful little laugh. "My people here have rewired you to my specifications. Of course, we corrected all the little medical problems that living under the CCCP left. Can't have you scarring so easily or healing so slowly, not if I'm going to get the most out of you. Oh, and I should mention that we've installed fertility controls. You'll still bleed once a month -- I so love period sex! -- I control when you'll get pregnant. Of course, considering the state of birth control in the US, this shouldn't be a problem for you. As I recall, they still haven't repealed the anti-birth control laws."

Christine shivered as the woman ran her fingers over her stomach. It was hot and humid in the room, and it smelled of... something. Something that was slowly turning Christine on, despite the insane circumstances she found herself in.

"I guess I can start by explaining that in more detail," said Trisha, removing her hand from the soft flesh. "The first thing you should know, is that some of the changes we made will be passed on to your children. The second is that you will only have girl children. And the final thing is that you will have children, because I plan to breed you -- eventually. Not that I'll let you know when you'll become pregnant. It could be the first time you are fucked, or it might be years from now."

Christine watched as the long fingers of the other woman returned to her body and slid slowly and lovingly under one of her large breasts. Christine had always loved her body, and despite her upbringing as a strict Christian, she'd been playing with her pussy from the time she was eight. Ten years of practice had taught her the pleasures her pussy could bring. She was very familiar with her body, and looking down now, she could see at least one difference: Her nipples were much, much larger and darker than the small pink spikes they'd been.

Tasha's nails were artificial, gleaming claws that replaced her original nails. Christine couldn't believe the level of pleasure she felt as those sharp nails slid over the soft flesh of her breast. In fact, it was a level of pleasure that she usually only associated with playing with her inner pussy lips. That was odd.

"Now, I mentioned that we did a bit of rewiring on you, but calling it just that would really be doing my biosculpt team a disservice," said Tasha, lightly tweaking Christine's nipple. She gasped because if felt like someone had just tweaked her clit, although she didn't actually feel the sensation in her clit. To her surprise, a small drop of thick, clear liquid oozed from the large, very erect, brown nub. Her body was responding sexually at a level she'd only felt when she was seriously horny. Her mouth started to taste funny as well, the saliva somewhat thick, and her tongue felt odd as too. "They did an immense amount of work on you, and now you are the perfect sex toy. For me, anyway."

The fingers lightly started flicking both nipples now, squeezing and rubbing them. Slick, hot fluid began to ooze faster from her nipples, and Tasha spread it around each breast. Christine's mouth was starting to salivate heavily, thick strands of spit slid over her lips and down her chin. As Tasha continued to milk her nipples, Christine began panting in earnest. She noticed the sexy scent increasing as she started to sweat. She could feel her pussy lips swelling and adding to the amazing feelings from her breasts. Her body felt so alive!

"We gave you the high end sensitivity package, of course," said Tasha, milking Christine's nipples harder. She was bucking her hips slightly as the woman did that, more strands of drool joining the flow of slimy fluid being released from her nipples. "But that was just the start of it."

Christine was nearing an orgasm now. Her hips were trying to move and she could feel her virgin pussy clamping down on the non-existent cock she suddenly, desperately, wanted to feel spearing her body.

"I'm going to show some of the basics of your new body today," smiled Tasha, "but we'll have a long, long time for you to learn your place as my new sex toy, my slave, if you will."

Tasha leaned forward and took one dripping nipple into her mouth, gently sucking and biting. Christine couldn't make a sound and was helpless as, just using her nipples and breasts, the woman brought her to the most shattering orgasm she'd ever felt. Tasha didn't stop once Christine had cum though, she pushed the girl right up to the edge of an orgasm again, then stepped away. Christine would have moaned, if her voice worked.

Her mouth tasted really strange, and her breasts and chest were now coated with both her saliva, and the think, slippery fluid her nipples were dripping. Tasha walked away and pulled something down off the wall, then returned. She had an odd looking length of something in her hand.

"Time to introduce you to your new friend," smiled Tasha, then lashed out with the thing.

The weighted end of it smacked right into Christine's left tit. It felt like she'd been hit with a baseball bat and stung by a nest of hornets at the same time. Her whole body tensed as she let out a silent scream. Then pleasure, as intense as she'd felt moments ago, spread through her body, almost making her cum. She looked at Tasha in astonishment, as the pain and pleasure mixed. Tasha only smiled and hit her other breast with the whip, this time, the tip sliced into her skin causing her to bleed. Once again, intense pleasure followed the pain seconds later. Tasha kept working her over, slashing at each breast, often cutting the soft flesh until the first time the tip slammed into a nipple.

Blinding pain, worse than anything she'd ever felt engulfed her, mixed with the previous pleasure until she couldn't sort them out. Then the pleasure from her nipple hit, and she convulsed with a huge orgasm. She was still in the throes of that when the tip scored on her other nipple, and the pain came again. She thought she'd pass out from the pleasure this time and was dimly aware that her nipples were actually squirting fluid as Tasha stood and watched her helpless body strain against her bonds.

It took a few minutes before Christine could focus on anything at all, but Tasha waited patiently. Christine felt... different now. As if a switch or something had been flipped in her mind. Finally, when she could see that Christine was back again, Tasha continued her explanations.

"I'm so glad to see you enjoyed that," said Tasha. "The orgasms you had before this one? The ones I gave you using nice, gentle touches? They are gone forever. You will never have another orgasm like those. From now on, pain will be required for you to cum. The greater the pain, the harder the cum. And that's not all we've programmed into you."

She started running her fingers over Christine's breasts again, smearing the thick, slippery fluid over her skin. Pain burned from the cuts in her skin, and red blood mixed with the fluids still oozing from her nipples. Christine shuddered with pleasure.

"Oh yes, little toy, you'll feel pleasure," smiled Tasha. "You just won't be able to orgasm from it. I can take you right to the very edge and keep you there for longer than you can imagine. But without pain, you won't finish. But it gets worse -- for you, anyway. You see, the pain and pleasure aren't exactly mixed. First you feel one, then the other. It won't be long before you'll crave the pain for its own sake, knowing the pleasure is just behind it, and when that happens, we'll slowly begin to activate the last of the changes in your brain. In the end, you'll become aroused by pleasure, but when you cum it will be a combination of excruciating pain and intense pleasure. I'm sure you can't imagine it now, but in a month or so you won't have to imagine it. You'll feel the transition nice and slow, the need for sexual pleasure slowly slipping away to be replaced by the desire for someone to hurt your body -- it will be exquisite torture."

Christine knew she should be panicking, but she wasn't. All she was doing was paying attention to the madwoman who now apparently owned her.

"Let us continue our talk about your new body, shall we?" Tasha's fingernails were scraping over one nipple. Pleasure rushed through her. "Your nipples now produce the same fluids that your cunt does. When you're aroused, they'll stay erect and leak. I'm sure it will be most embarrassing for you, especially since you'll be aroused a lot of the time. But that is not the worst for you, no, I'm afraid not."

Tasha snapped her fingers and a girl appeared. She looked quite young, but Christine wasn't a good judge of age here in Europe. She was pale skinned and completely flat chested. However, her nipples were huge and each one appeared to be pierced. When she got closer, Christine saw that they were pierced by thick bars. But they were also being stretched by some odd contraption that rested against each aureole so that they were over an inch and a half long. Tasha flicked the distended nipples with her fingers the girl shuddered and moaned.

"Her clit is even longer," commented Tasha. "So, have you noticed that you have to pee? I'm sure you have a nice, full bladder."

Christine could only blink, but Tasha was right.

"Why don't you let go and pee for us?" she asked.

Christine, of course, wanted to do no such thing, even though her bladder was very full.

"Here," said Tasha, picking up a long wand shaped object with a metallic tip, "perhaps this will help you. I will use it on you until you agree to piss for us."

Pain exploded in her belly as the tip was touched to her skin. No pleasure followed it. Again Tasha smiled, touching the wand right over where her bladder was; Christine's face was a mask of agony. After the third time, Christine would have happily pissed, but it seemed like those muscles just wouldn't let go. When Tasha saw the realization in Christine's face, she stepped back.

"That's right dear," smiled the woman. "Your sweet little pee hole doesn't work anymore -- we have other plans for that. I wonder what that means will happen now? Why don't you show her Greta?"

The girl moved close to Christine and began milking her nipples again.

"Think about how much you have to pee and try to go," directed Tasha. "I would hate to have to use this again."

The thought of being touched by that wand made Christine concentrate on trying to empty her bladder. Sexual pleasure was quickly returning from Greta's firm nipple milking when Christine felt something happen in her body. She opened her eyes to see squirts of yellow fluid being drawn from her nipples in thick streams as extreme sexual pleasure spiked in her brain from the rough manipulation.

"Use your mouth Greta, I'm sure Christine will enjoy that," ordered Tasha.

Greta eagerly closed her mouth over one nipple and started sucking. It was the oddest sensation in the world to feel her bladder slowly emptying as the girl sucked urine through her nipple. Greta continued to milk the other nipple with her fingers, then switched off between her mouth and fingers, spraying her face and body with Christine's urine before greedily sucking more urine directly from the nipple. The urine burned the cuts on her breasts, which only added to the sexual arousal.

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