Chapter 8: Maximum Capacity

LUCY, Status: NURSE. Log 008. SUBJECT 0601, Today I will be testing the capacity of Subject 0601’s rectal cavity in order to see how much space she has to offer. While DOCTOR ROCKY is away on his “unpaid sick leave,” I will be joined by FATHER WINTERS, who will offer his help however he can. The subject will be tested on her stretching abilities as well as her endurance. The goal is to stretch her hole an extra 20% today so that she still keeps her child-like size without compromising her anatomy.

> I didn’t remember waking up in my cell that night, and I wasn’t sure if I had been showered. My hair was unraveled from its braid and well-brushed, but I felt the grimy cling of old sweat against my skin as my body lulled awake. My head hung low, straining my neck as I was wheeled down the facility’s winding corridors. I groaned when the chair crossed the metal threshold into the medical wing, feeling all the aches and pains of the electrotorture session rape my body. The harsh lights above me felt like they were scorching my skin, burning deep into my nerves as if to boil me alive.

That was strange ... I still felt the pain. It hadn’t been healed in my sleep that time, like Ravne said. I cracked my eyes open to find there were still circular discs of reddened skin on my breasts, ribs, hips, arms, and legs. Likely my temples, too. All the electrode marks were still there. Why? What was special about that torture session that required my body to remember its violent licks?

“Look who’s finally up,” a quiet voice beside me cheered.

I picked up my head with another groan, tracing a line up a pair of corduroy pants that walked beside my wheelchair to find Winters’ heavily pierced face. At some point since I saw him last, he had decorated his lower lip with symmetrical copper studs on either side. Both looked to be fully healed.

Deja vu struck me, reminding me of the last time he escorted me to the medical wing. But I wasn’t dressed in fancy lingerie like I had been before my insemination. I was in a paper gown instead. A paper apron, more like. It was too short to cover my girlhood, which sat on display with my ankles tied apart to the chair’s footrests and covered my body like a sandwich board, split on either end with cheap ties to attach the tank top straps on my shoulders and the string-like belt around my waist.

Winters had dressed himself like a small-town doctor from a romance movie, though I wasn’t sure if that was on purpose or not. He kept his hair strategically messy, his button-down shirt expertly untucked in all the right spots around his belt, and wore his glasses on the tip of his nose.

He stared down at me with almost a sadness in his eyes, but I knew the emotion was selfish in nature. He probably was just disappointed that I wasn’t as blemishless as usual. But he didn’t say anything about it. He walked in silence, his thoughts tangled up in his head, as the guard pushing my chair brought me to yet another medical suite draped in white tile and stuffed full of threatening equipment that I had never seen before in my life. A pained whimper escaped me as the guard brought my chair to a halt just inside the swinging doors. I swallowed my tears and wriggled against my cuffs in defiance.

“Oh, I know,” Winters said in a babying voice. He crouched down beside me, ushering the guard to leave us be, and slowly dragged his hand up my thigh as if to soothe me. “These tests won’t last forever. In just a few more sessions, we’ll get you on a normal schedule. I’ll bet you’re getting pretty tired of the doctor’s office, huh?”

“Aw, hush,” Lucy interjected, her southern accent more prominent than usual. “We have fun here, don’t we, cutie?”

Lucy wasn’t even trying to fit in with her uniform that day. She was dripping in latex from head to toe, wearing a bathing suit-like outfit with short, puffy sleeves, a low cut to accentuate her smushed-up breasts, and an exceptionally short apron in front to distract from the fact that the only thing covering her quivering pussy was barely two fingers wide. When she turned, her entire wide, voluptuous ass was on display, having swallowed the leotard’s thong string whole inside of her crack. Winters stared at the way her fat jiggled with each step, chewing his lip to contain his widening grin. Her latex stockings covered her short, stubby legs and were so tight that the extra fat in her thighs spilled out over the stockings’ upper hems. She sported tall pink heels to match the pink cross on her apron and the pink latex gloves she was snapping onto her hands.

“Go wash up, pretty boy,” Lucy said to Winters with a wink. “And protect your clothes. Today is going to get messy.”

Winters winked at her and blew her a kiss. “Don’t have to tell me twice, beautiful.”

Lucy giggled and dragged my chair deeper into the room. My eyes were locked ahead, facing a giant chair-like device plugged into the room through an explosion of hardware and wires. It had the rough shape of a gynecology table, fitted with stirrups and heavy, giant restraints to cover nearly all of my forearms, calves, neck, and stomach. But I wasn’t locked inside just yet. Lucy had entrapped me in her clutches for a brief moment, where she checked my vitals with her lip stuck out in a cherry-red-colored pout and tried her damndest to pop out her breasts into my face.

“I heard you had quite the shock yesterday,” Lucy said with a high-pitched giggle.

“Yesterday?” I asked.

Not “last session?” No wonder I was so tired.

She ignored the question. “It’s a shame I can’t light you up like I wanted to. There’s nothing more fun than putting an electrode down someone’s throat and riding their face to feel the sparks fly!”

Beside her, Winters burst into laughter. “You may be more sadistic than I thought.”

I started at the sight of him, not expecting that he would have shed his regular clothes so quickly. He had replaced his outfit with a latex nightmare, wearing white gloves, white boots, and a large white apron that tied around his neck and his waist. When he turned, I could see that he, too, had his entire bare ass out on display. From the back, I could see his heavily pierced cock swinging between his legs.

“Where is Doctor Rocky?” I asked quietly, my voice hoarse. I looked for him left and right, petrified that he was going to come through the door behind me and torment me for the torture he endured during my insemination.

Lucy’s lips curled into a devious, almost demonic grin. “He won’t be joining us today. Doctor Rocky has rewarded himself with a brief sabbatical thanks to the horrible mistake he made during your tubal ligation. Of which I fully apologize for.”

“You mean the drug you administered without his permission?” I snarled, narrowing my eyes.

Lucy snapped her teeth back at me and hissed like a cat.

“That’s enough out of you,” she said as she buried her hand between her breasts and rooted around inside.

She pulled out a large ball gag and forced it between my jaws, as if having known ahead of time that I was going to cause trouble. With a cruel, furious smile, Lucy patted me on the cheek, reminding me through her narrowed blue eyes that she was still the boss.

“Let’s get our girl all strapped in, huh?” Lucy said to Winters, tearing him away from whatever task had kept him so distracted. Annoyance tinged her voice so blatantly that I had no idea why Winters didn’t notice.

He rubbed his hands together with glee and towered over the wheelchair behind me. I could feel his excitement dripping from his breath while his hands slowly scraped his fingers down my arms. Winters rested his chin on my shoulder, breathing in a lungful of my hair, as he toyed with the straps on my wrists.

“Do you know what today is?” He whispered in my ear.

I shook my head, trying to pull away with a whine.

Winters chuckled, then went quiet, stringing out my anxiety until I was on the brink of tears. He finally unlatched my wrists from their straps but quickly ensnared them in his grip, holding them against the armrests while he explored the length of my neck with his pierced tongue. I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Hang on,” he whispered, catching a glimpse of my gag. “This shouldn’t be here.”

He popped the strap off and gave my jaw a respite from the ache that was already starting to debilitate me. Winters suckled the crook of my upper neck, massaging out the muscles, while Lucy freed my ankles and my thighs, leaving only the chest strap that formed an X across my breasts. Winters had taken it upon himself to bear that responsibility as he slowly dragged his fingers up and down the paper fabric that protected my dignity. Yet somehow—I wasn’t sure if it was luck or just years of experience—Winters managed to find my nipples without even looking. He traced their rosy circles, teasing the buds until they stood on their own and poked against the fabric. He moaned softly in my ear and nibbled its lobe as the final straps became undone in his hands as if they had burst into ribbons.

I was pulled up to my feet and forced to walk to my own doom with Winters escorting me, fingering my insides in order to keep me close. My cheeks flushed as his skilled hands dug deeper and deeper inside of me, and by the time I hit the edge of the chair, I doubled over in pleasure and was practically shoving my pussy into his hand.

“Tell me you like that,” Winters said with a chuckle.

I nodded, swallowing my guilt. “I do! I like that a lot.”

“Say, ‘I like when you finger my pussy, Daddy.’” He purred.

My cheeks burned hotter. “I like when you finger my pussy, Daddy.”

He shoved his hand so deep into me that I squealed with delight and balled my hands into tight fists to keep from creaming all over his hand.

“Do you want your daddy to make you cum?” he asked.

I nodded. “I do!”

“Then ask.”

“Please, Daddy, can I cum?!”

Winters let out a howling laugh, wriggling his fingers around my insides so fast that I was teetering on the edge of a fraying tightrope. I’d surely plummet any second to a violent climax. But he ripped his hand out at the last possible moment and rewarded my patience with a cruel, painful spanking that sent me bursting into tears. Over and over he slapped my ass cheeks until they throbbed so hard that I thought the skin was falling off. My sobbing was made worse when Winters yanked me by the waist and shoved me onto the examination chair, where the thick, heavy cuffs pinned me down tight. Each cuff was fitted with sensors to track my vitals, it seemed, and the second they locked around my wrists, legs, neck, and stomach with a hiss, needles hidden away inside the metal were deployed. They nipped into my skin, some going so deep that I felt them in my organs. I screamed in agony as twenty or so pricks pinned me down, but my pain was met with laughter from my owners.

“She’s already fitting in, the little whore!” Lucy jeered, having watched the whole thing with her hand buried deep into her clit. Her cheeks were flushed with delight.

Winters chuckled and stared down at my exposed holes in front of him. “That’s my girl, alright. The dirty little teenage slut with the prettiest pink cunt I’ve ever seen.”

Lucy’s eyes darted up to my face, where she fell into a disappointed frown. Immediately, she began searching for the ball gag, finding Winters had left it in the wheelchair. She sneakily tucked it behind her back while Winters was enamored with my privates.

“I’m going to start with her rectal capacity,” Lucy said to Winters. “But I need her little baby asshole prepped first.”

Winters’ chest deflated with a slight twinge of anger. “It’s—”

“More fun dry, I know,” Lucy said with a dramatic roll of her eyes. “But this isn’t father-daughter-torture-time. She needs lubricant and stimulation. So get to it, alright?”

Winters let out a huff, but for Lucy, he still smiled. She rewarded his obedience with a waggle of her ass as she breezed by him, slapping her hip to let her fat jiggle for his enjoyment. Winters chuckled again and quickly got to work.