Chapter 11: Creepy Crawlies

WINTERS, Status: FATHER. Log 011. SUBJECT 0601,

After the failure that occurred during Subject 0601’s rectal stretching experiment, I have decided to take things in a more creative direction. I will personally take it upon myself to instill fear like no other in hopes of forcing the subject’s body to conform to our specifications. She will learn to respect her owners’ desires both physically and mentally, or she will suffer for it.

Today will be an excellent test to study how Subject 0601 reacts under situations of extreme stress. I believe today’s procedure is likely the first of its kind ever performed on the girl, which gives me the upper hand. Make no mistake, I will teach her to submit.

A soft hand grazed my cheek, rousing me awake with a kick in my heart. I snapped my eyes open and swallowed a scream, but when I looked around me, I couldn’t see anything. The lights in my cell weren’t turned on yet. The only light I could see was a small, thread-thin strip that came in through an open crack in the doorway. It didn’t create enough light to see who had joined me in my cell, though. I shuffled to the back corner of my cot, easing away from the blackened shadow when it let out a low chuckle.

“Don’t be scared,” they hummed. “Daddy’s here.”

Winters.

I nearly gagged. I hadn’t seen him since he raped Lucy in front of me and then whisked her away to suffer a brutal torture—which she would surely blame me for, just like the others had. My asshole puckered at the memory of what Winters and his horrible machines had done to it during our last session together. Then, with a quiet gasp, I remembered the warning he had given me that day: that if I didn’t stretch my rectum to the proper size, then he would have to come back and take a more “violent” approach.

“I wanted to congratulate you,” Winters whispered. I could feel his weight ease onto the edge of my cot, pulling me closer toward him. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could barely make out his silhouette. It looked like he had something cupped in his hands. “You’ve completed a full decem here at LILEE. Only sixty-two percent of all subjects survive the first ten sessions. Most of the people we lose are the elderly and...” He drifted off with an almost silent sigh and began slowly dragging the backs of his knuckles up my calf. I hesitated to kick him away. “ ... the deliciously young, of course. You should be proud of yourself.”

I whimpered, unsure what exactly he wanted from me. Was I supposed to thank him? Did he want me to cheer or something? Suck him off? Flash my tits?

“It’s okay,” Winters said with a lighthearted hum. He nudged me closer with his knee, still keeping his hands held tightly together. “I’m not going to hurt you. I wanted to give you something, actually. Don’t worry, it’s harmless.”

I nervously crawled closer, still keeping my guard up. I made sure to lock my jaw, worried he might try to spring a gag between my teeth. Or maybe he was planning to chain up my hands and feet. Or shove something into my pussy. There were too many sadistic things he could do to humiliate me in the dark. I had no idea what to be on the lookout for.

“Easy,” he whispered, soothing me like I was a wild horse. “Just hold out your hands.”

I held a sharp breath inside of my chest until my lungs squeezed against my ribs. Prepared for the worst, I flattened out my palm and passed it toward him. Winters held the top of my hand, forming it into a cup as he slowly placed his gift against my skin. For a split second, I was stunned into confused silence, trying to figure out what he had just given me. The object was very light and oddly shaped with a ticklish underside that prickled my skin to the touch. But then ... right as I was about to ask Winters what the gift was supposed to be ... the object began to MOVE.

It wriggled down my wrist, scrambling up my arm at top speed. I shrieked so loud that Winters flinched, then I flung the critter off of me. Its crunchy outer shell hit the floor with a light tink. Winters gasped in response, quick to scoop the creature back up and tuck it away in his jacket pocket. As I struggled to regain my breath, feeling my heart beating violently against my chest as if desperate to escape. In my distraction, I was unable to prepare myself when Winters’ hand flew through the air. The back of his knuckles cracked against my cheek, sending me slamming into the wall behind me hard enough to rattle my brain.

“How dare you!” Winters roared. His hand flew back down for another strike, hitting the same spot on my face with his palm instead. The pain echoed down my neck and into my bones, where they locked up in fear for the next strike to come. “Your father just gave you a gift, you ungrateful brat! And this is how you thank him?!”

“I’m sorry!” I screeched, trying to cover my face with my arms as Winters’ swings came faster and faster.

“You aren’t sorry yet!” He snapped.

He grabbed a tight fistful of my hair and yanked me up to my feet. I screamed as my roots tugged at my scalp, burning as if my skin was seconds from peeling off of my skull. Winters threw me to the floor beneath him, where I gagged on the stench of must and mildew. The raw stones were sharp beneath my body, and their freezing surfaces sent chills up my spine. As I struggled to get myself upright, Winters grabbed the back of my ragged shirt and yanked it so hard against my jutting ribs that it ripped with ease, as if it was made out of paper. A sob broke me as my bare breasts suffered against the room’s snowy air.

“Quiet!” Winters barked. I sobbed even harder as the sound of his voice echoed around me. He spat out a curse underneath his breath, muttering with incoherent fury.

Just as easily as he had rendered my shirt to threads, Winters tore off my pants with no more than a single pull until I was writhing completely naked on the floor. I struggled to keep the tears out of my face, as they were beginning to scorch my skin, but when Winters pulled me up by the hips and bent me over the edge of my cot, I let them fall without a fight.

I balled my hands into tight fists at the sound of Winters’ buckle clinking away in the darkness. Pleas for mercy ripped out of my chest, but they fell on deaf ears. Winters was grunting with anticipation as he forcibly jerked off his cock to erection within mere seconds.

“Hold fucking still,” he snapped, spanking me on my hip when I tried to wriggle away. “Take your goddamn punishment like a good girl.”

The head of his cock, already wet with excitement, teased my tightening asshole. My body jerked away on instinct, awarding me another sharp, painful spanking.

“Please!” I screamed. “Please not there!”

“Stay quiet!” Winters roared again.

I forced my muscles to tighten as much as possible, hoping it might keep my entrance closed off, but Winters managed to pry himself in regardless. His hands were anchored on my hips as he thrust so hard that I almost felt his balls disappear inside of me. My mouth split wide open with a bloodied scream until my lips began to crack and tear. Winters snapped at me to shut up again, beginning his rhythm of thrusting and churning. The body modifications made to his cock felt incredibly odd inside of me. The pencil-thick piercing crowning his member wasn’t the worst of it, surprisingly enough. It was all the half spheres that were lying beneath his skin, creating a spiral effect down his shaft that felt like I was being probed by an alien.

“You haven’t stretched at all!” Winters snapped, pulling me upright by my neck. Tears streamed down my cheek and onto my breasts, spilling out across Winters’ twitching fingers. “I told you that this asshole needed to be better sized, did I not? Tell me why you disobeyed your father’s instruction!”

“I’m sorry,” I sobbed, too breathless to scream any longer. Even though I was bent at such an awkward angle, Winters never once stopped his tempo, as if not minding the way his cock was tangled up inside of me.

Winters’ fingers tightened, cutting off my airflow within seconds. “That wasn’t an answer, you fucking whore. Tell me why!”

“I ... don’t ... know,” I rasped between gasps for breath.

Winters hesitated for a moment, clenching his grip so hard that the tiny sliver of light suddenly faded out of sight, as did all sensation below my neck. With a disappointed huff, he released me, and I fell flat onto my cot like a ragdoll. Winters’ manhood continued impaling me as I choked and gagged on the thick, dust-clogged air.

“Apologize,” he ordered coldly.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered hoarsely.

“You’re sorry for what?”

“I’m sorry for not stretching my asshole, Father.” I dragged myself back onto my elbows, accidentally giving Winters a much better angle to reach inside of me. Even though my hole could barely fit half of his cock comfortably, he still found a way to force the whole thing up inside. It was a small comfort, but I reveled in the fact that he was in nearly as much pain as I was.

Winters let out a sudden groan that shook me. I knew exactly what was coming next. I was well acquainted with what it meant when his body began to tense and his balls swelled up with anticipation—I held my breath and waited for his triumphant, yet sloppy finish. But it never came. Right as Winters came to the cusp of orgasm, he quickly pulled out of me and finished by himself, spilling his seed all over my legs and feet. His heavy drops of cum coated my skin like warm socks, dripping between my toes and leaving the floor beneath me slippery. I shuddered, trying to fight the urge to scrape it all off.

“You’re too tight,” he said, swiping away a bead of sweat. “Your owners have all expressed concern about the state of all of your holes in general. It’s dangerous. Do you understand that you could die? Then what would happen to the reputation of this facility? We’re doing you a favor, you know. So you ought to be a whole lot more fucking thankful. Understand me?”

I nodded sharply, swallowing my pride. “Yes, Father. Thank you.”

“Hm.” He pulled his pants back up, fixing his buckle into place after scraping off the rest of his cum onto my thigh. I could hear his hushed struggle behind me as he fought to fold up his erection into his pants. “Your asshole is the easiest thing to stretch on your body, so the six of us will be effectively taking turns molding it like clay to our vision over the next few sessions. But if you can get yourself nice and stretched out today, then your next sessions should be a breeze for you. So I suggest you use that as motivation.”

“Yes, Father,” I whispered. My bones shriveled up inside of themselves, horrified at what torturous methods that monster had been cooking up in his head for me.

He sucked in a long, angry breath, then let it go with a sigh. “Open your mouth.”

I hesitated for only a second, then remembered myself. I wasn’t about to suffer a second ass raping as punishment, so I turned to face him and spread my lips far apart. I just had to pray he wasn’t about to force me onto my knees to suck him.

“You’re going to hold this little guy on your tongue during our trek to your session chambers,” Winters began, digging around in his jacket pocket. My heart throbbed, watching the creature appear in the darkness between his fingers. It was a roach. A large, fat, black cockroach with antennae nearly the length of my pinky finger and legs that were fearfully kicking in the air. “You are not going to swallow or spit this insect out. Do you understand?”

I nodded, too scared that if I closed my mouth to reply, I would never open it again.

“There will be hell to pay, little girl, if this insect disappears from your mouth. I am not taking things easy on you any longer. You are an official subject now. You will learn to live by my rules.”

I nodded again, swallowing a sob.

Winters cautiously placed the roach inside of my mouth, as if worried I was going to jerk away. He was gentle with how he gripped the giant, shiny critter, afraid to squish its crunchy belly. I blinked away tears at the thought that he might ever even consider being kinder to a roach than to a human fucking being. A child, no less.

When the roach settled behind my teeth, it immediately opposed the moisture that had been slowly building up inside of my mouth. It wriggled with protest, forcing me to snap my jaws shut and pin the awful thing against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. I was unable to hold back my tears any longer as the humiliation of my predicament began to settle in my head. The feeling of the roach trying to open up its wings to glide away, only for the confines of my mouth to force it back into submission, was so torturous that I had no way of describing it. The feeling wasn’t painful, of course, but it was pure, unbridled discomfort.

I had never cared for bugs growing up, and roaches were always the worst. It didn’t matter that they were completely harmless. I just couldn’t stomach their barbed legs and twitching antennae. And now I was forced to hold one in place while Winters grabbed me by the arm and began yanking me out into the dungeon’s hallway.

I tried tugging out of his grip, unable to focus on both the insect and his long-strided pace, but Winters held on strong. He locked his jaw tight, as if fighting the urge to strike me again. I couldn’t voice my protest without opening up my throat, which would only invite the insect down into my belly. It took all of my willpower to keep from squishing its body against the tip of my tongue. Though Winters hadn’t explicitly told me that I needed to keep the roach alive, I was smart enough to know that he expected me to. Hell, he might not have told me on purpose just to have a good reason to beat the living daylights out of me again as punishment.

My face still stung from the mere taste of pain I had received moments before, but it was nowhere near the level of pain that my asshole was suffering. Each step was pure agony, feeling my hole all cut up and stretched out. I couldn’t imagine what more Winters could have planned. Any more pain down there and I would surely break for good.

Maybe that was exactly what he had been warning me about all this time.

As we neared the slew of elevators, a disgruntled guard much bigger than both Winters and I turned a sharp corner to begin making his rounds up and down the hall. I had heard them following this procedure like clockwork, ensuring that there was barely a minute between each loop as they would inspect each door’s locks and taunt the prisoners inside.

Muffled wails echoed out from the other side of the doors beside us as the subjects trapped within were waiting in agony for the guard’s snide, perverted comments. I had learned to tune them out, already desensitized to their rape threats and objectification of my body. But around the owners, the guards were always deathly silent.