The Flesh Project

SEVER AND BIND


At first, she couldn’t tell where she was. Couldn’t remember. Aware only of a chemical-smelling object strapped over her mouth, and rubbery bindings on her hands and ankles…plus a cold and grooved surface below her body. Momentarily she realized it was bathroom tile. It was after this that she realized she had fainted…and the memories prior to the her unconsciousness came flooding back.

He had reached out to her, in a way. Her brother had peeked out of Lorelai’s room as April had walked past the hallway intersection, and stared at her with a blue, forlorn glance that seemed to summon her. She had no approached just then. She had first returned to her own quarters, empty again in the absence of her mother (who was finding some sort of satisfaction assisting Dr. Hardman with medical tests) and gathered some things from the closet. Ashley’s old things.

She had fetched a Little League picture of the two of them standing together, both wearing baseball uniforms. Ashley had been a fair pitcher- but April had, in Ashley’s words “thrown like a girl”. He had explained to her that their bodies were nearly identical- athletic and compact- and she should be able to throw as well as him- but time and again she had lobbed lagging tosses that couldn’t have dented a tin can. The difference between them, it seemed, was mental. April hadn’t minded this difference, this one bastion of individuality in a sea of identical tendencies. And neither had Ashley.

She had grabbed a worn Swiss army knife- with which the boy had excitedly carved his initials into everything within reach for a period of months. Once, on the playground, he had approached the biggest wooden bench and painstakingly etched “AW + AW RULE THE WORLD!” while she watched for the groundskeeper or other authorities. They had embraced afterward.

She had placed these two objects inside Ashley’s old Boston Red Sox baseball cap- formerly inseparable from his head, but now fallen into disuse with the advent of the project. Artifacts in tow, she waited for the hateful blonde to venture out of the room as she often did, headed to the cafeteria (April had also noted that often, the guard known as “The Starer”, the guard who often would slap her little behind and go out of his way to make her uncomfortable, would deliver two meals to the room) and when Lorelai was safely away, she approached the door. She knew, instinctively, that the objects she carried would have an almost talismanic quality. They were wrapped in a fog of liquid memories. Memories that would bring her brother back home.

He had opened the door, and though he looked alarmed at her visit- she had seen in his blue eyes a deep relief…and possibly other emotions she could not identify. Their conversation had been brief but intense. She had shoveled the hat into his grasp, and implored him to remember his family, and come home. He had told her that things had changed, and that she couldn’t understand.

She had asked him to help her understand.

What a mistake, she now thought. What a big, BIG mistake.

Ashley’s offer for her to join he and Lorelai, to better show her how Lorelai made him feel, to help her understand, had been the result of her plea. She had agreed after a period of convincing, and only because of his promise that he would never let the powerful blonde hurt her in any way.

He had lied. Lied. And that, in a way, hurt her more than Lorelai ever could. She contemplated this as she lay, alone, bound at the wrists and ankles with duct tape, on the bathroom floor. She could hear the low rise of voices outside the room…knew they belonged to Ashley and Lorelai…but could not make out any words. The water in the sink was running. The strip of duct tape over her mouth muffled any further sound she tried to make.

How long had it been since she had been trussed up? She could still feel the slippery residue of her brother’s cum sliding within her- but the sweat and other fluids clinging to her body had gone tacky and cold. An hour? Two? Where were the guards? Wouldn’t somebody come to help?

Hurt and confused, April lay the side of her head against the tile floor and cried.


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Ashley had watched Lorelai truss April up with numb comprehension. She had screamed for him…burst into helpless tears…and yet he had stood still, watching as silver tape was first used to muffle her cries and then bind her tiny, flailing arms and legs.

He had known it was coming. This was his penance. His final sacrifice. After this, he would finally be more lover than pet.

It had all started with a knock on the door- but not one heralding the visit from his sister. No, the plan had already been set in motion by that point. It had been Noah at the door- and Lorelai who answered, as she always did when she was at home. Noah had been speaking in a low voice, and though Lorelai treated him with disdain (as she did most everyone besides him) he had persisted in trying to ask her a question. Ashley had looked up from beneath the covers in interest. He couldn’t make out all of their whispered conversation- something about asking Lorelai to find the packing materials from her “goody-box”…but the end result was Lorelai slamming the door in Noah’s face.

The blonde had turned thoughtfully to him.

“That was strange,” she had remarked, and Ashley asked her what was up. “Apparently something weird is going on with our little toy chests.”

Ashley had done the unpacking of both his and Lorelai’s care package, and hadn’t spotted anything unusual- just the usual assortment of clothes and a laptop computer (for him) and sexy underwear, makeup, and a large number of sex toys (for her).

“Where did you put the scrap paper they used to insulate the things inside?” Lorelai asked him.

“In the garbage under the sink,” he had replied. And then Lorelai started to walk in that direction.

It was at that moment that his had blood had run colder than any other time in his life. Ashley had thought that he might have a heart attack, so great was the fear running through him. It was like being caught shoplifting…only multiplied by a thousand.

His aborted letter to Lorelai- the one that he had almost left her, that had almost marked his departure, was crumpled in that same garbage.

“What’s up?” he asked again, trying to keep his voice from wavering. It was a nearly impossible task. He hopped out of bed and walked shakily to her side.

“Nothing you need to be concerned about,” Lorelai had replied, and then Ashley nearly fainted with terror as she dropped to her knees by the kitchen sink and pulled out the garbage pail. He rushed to her side.

“Mistress, you shouldn’t root around in the garbage,” he said, voice nearly cracking. “Let me do it. Don’t get your hands dirty.” Lorelai had laughed- the bright and sunny laugh that only he had seen. She only did it when she was in a good mood.

“That’s a good attitude,” she said. “Maybe I’ll suck your little cock tonight. But don’t you worry yourself. Go back and lie down. I just need to check something.”

He had fallen to his knees beside her. Tears had started to form in his eyes, unbidden- he tried to blink them away, but with no success.

“No!” he cried, pajama-bottomed knees skidding smoothly on the tile floor of the kitchen. His voice was cracking and fearful, despite his attempt to disguise it. “I’m nothing, I’m dirt! I’m garbage! It’s my job, just tell me what to do and I’ll do it- you shouldn’t do it mistress, please!” His voice had never been more desperate.

She had raised an eyebrow at him. “Why?” she said, and he knew in that instant that it was over. That whatever Noah had told her, it was important- something that required her attention. That he could never convince her to let him handle it. It was something important- and her greed at being the handler of all things important knew no bounds. This, above nearly all things, he had learned. He could only clam up, hope she didn’t find his letter.

He lowered his gaze to the ground. “I’m sorry, miss.”

“Yeah,” she growled. “You’re the sorriest little slut I ever saw. If you want me to use you as a fucking garbage pail, I will. You can stay under the sink and I’ll just toss all of our refuse right up your fucked-out little asshole. For now, though, shut the FUCK UP AND GET BACK IN BED!”

He had squeaked. Darted. Hopped under the covers. And she had gone about the business of rooting in the garbage- something he had never thought she would stoop to doing. He felt a sudden irrational hatred for Noah, and hoped the young man would soon die in a grease fire or perhaps of some loathsome cock-rotting disease. What had he told her?

Minutes passed. His heart was pounding like a jackhammer. The sounds of crumpled paper seemed to come constantly from the kitchen nook, and he closed his eyes, knowing it was all out of his control.

Why didn’t I tear it up and flush it!? he thought to himself. I’m so fucking stupid!

There was a pause. Footsteps. And Lorelai’s face appeared around the corner of the kitchen nook, staring directly at him. Her indigo eyes were wide. Her face was drawn back in a fearsome expression of rage. She began to approach him…and from behind her back, produced the crumpled piece of paper upon which he had written his aborted “Farewell” letter.

“What the fuck is this?” she seethed at him.

His heart felt like it might explode. He half-hoped it would. Anything to let him out of the situation. She had thought his devotion to her flagging before, and forced him to do unspeakable things, punished him in unspeakable ways. Now, with an infraction like this- a hidden desire to leave her- Ashley suspected that she might simply kill him. Might go to the bathroom, grab the scissors, and stab him to death. Or simply choke him to death. She was bigger an stronger than him. He tried to tell himself that such thoughts were off base- that she was no killer…but nonetheless they continued to circle in his mind.

It’s because she’s crazy, his inner voice told him. You’ve been denying it all this time, because sometimes she can be sweet. Sometimes she makes you love her so much, it hurts. But you know it in your heart. She’s fucking insane.

It was a voice he had been able to ignore, up until then. She had approached him. Had glared. He felt himself begin to cry. She leaned over him.

“Fuck you, then,” she seethed in his face. “Fuck you. I almost loved you. I was this close,” she said, putting her slender fingers an inch apart. “I thought we could be together forever. But you’re just a fucking piece of worthless shit.”

Ashley burst into tears.

“Get the fuck out!” she howled at him. “I never loved you! I never loved you! I could never love a piece of trash like you, you little faggot!” She loomed over him, screaming in his crying face. He had regressed to ten years of age, wide-eyed and scared. Amazingly, Lorelai had started to cry as well. Tears were welling in her eyes.

“Go back to your whore sister and your slut mother! The mother who wanted to pimp you out to every pedophile piece of fucking scum on the West Coast!” She kicked him viciously sideways, and he tumbled out of bed with a thump, yelling out in surprise.

“I fucking hate you!” she screamed, and snatched a lamp from the bedside table. She vaulted the mattress with adrenaline-fueled athleticism and stood poised over him, drawing an arm back. In that moment, Ashley saw that Lorelai might simply unload the heavy lamp directly into his face, driving shards of glass into his skull and eyes, knocking out his teeth- shearing the skin from his scalp like the peels of an orange.

“Please…” he wept. “I love you. Stop…I love you. Don’t hurt me anymore…” his words were soggy with weak sobs.

She reared back with the lamp. And paused. A tear flowed down her pale, perfect cheek. Breath hitching, Lorelai brought a hand to her nightshirt-clad chest as if to calm herself. Her eyes never left Ashley, who was crumpled against the wall.

“I’m going to give you a choice,” she croaked, voice hoarse from her screaming. “Either you give me a token of your devotion…something that will prove beyond everything that you will always be faithful to me- never love another- never think of leaving…or I will hurt you worse than you’ve ever been hurt. And then…I will never hurt you again. Never even look at you. Never love you. You’ll be nothing to me.”

She knelt beside him as he looked up at her weakly. “If you do this first thing- you and I will be together forever. I will tell you that I love you. And when we get out of his place-“ she stammered, eyes glancing downward, “we can live together. Once you’re old enough, we can get married.”

Ashley’s heaving breaths ceased as he sniffled and gasped at her words. Married? For a boy always trying to be as adult as possible, the word was magic. Marriage was the dream that Hollywood had left him to chase. “Really?” he whispered, wiping tears from his eyes.

“Yes,” she said. “But you have to choose now.”

“What do I need to give you?” he asked. “I’ll give you anything.”

She looked him dead in the eye. “Prove to me I’m the only one you love. I want her…and I want you to get her for me. The day you can watch her shatter into a million pieces and love me for the shattering- I know you’ll be worthy of being mine, and I yours, for all time.”

Ashley closed his eyes and wept. He would have given anything else. Anything else in world. Anything else in the world.

“Oh god, I’m sorry,” he whispered, and his cheeks were awash with fresh tears. “Please…mistress,” he choked out.

“If you do this thing, Ashley” she whispered, running a gentle hand through his blue hair, “you can call me Lorelai.”

She had kissed him gently on the mouth, and his heart raced with feelings that were unparalleled. In that moment he would have sacrificed a dozen sisters to feel more. She had called him Ashley, for the first time since they had been together.

And now, with the deed was in motion...he tried as hard as he could to forget the love he had for his sister. To put it away for all time. There would be room for love in the coming hours. No room for love until it was all over.


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Meanwhile, Kyle had finished his on-duty cycle and was about to return to his quarters. He passed by the surveillance office and poked his head in. Murray, easily his least favorite of the other guards, was manning the monitors, leaning back in his seat with a steaming cup of coffee on the instrument board before him.

“All quiet?” he asked, jarring the shorter guard from his doze.

“All quiet, Delta,” replied Murray, without turning around. Murray had called him “Delta” ever since their run in at the Flesh project laundry. “Nothing going on. Turn your pretty blonde head around and get some shut-eye, marine.”

“Yeah, go fuck yourself,” replied Kyle, but it was good-natured enough. The two didn’t like each other- but Edri, the de-facto head guard, had settled things pretty easily by stating that if there were any fighting amongst guards, he would personally knock the shit out of the guilty parties. Both Kyle and Murray had settled down. None of them knew very much about Edri, except that he smoked a pack of Marlboros each day and carried himself like he could handle his business in a fight.

Kyle, a class-clown by nature, wasn’t eager to throw down for no good reason.

“Anyone fucking tonight?” he asked. This was a joke amongst the guards- a question that Dr. Hardman often asked when he would stop by the security office.

“All quiet,” said Murray again. “Nothing going on.”

Kyle started to leave, and then looked back into the room. Murray was looking at the monitor bank with some intensity. Probably spying on Lola again, he thought. And then he did leave, looking forward to eight hours of shut-eye before his next rotation.


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April looked up as the door to the bathroom opened. In was Lorelai who walked in, towering over her. She was wearing a lacy black bra and panties with a thong rear that really showed off her perfect teenage ass- and the cups of the bra seemed to overflow with the bulging bounty of her jutting tits. The blonde knelt low beside April’s head, her spread crotch poised just above the young girl’s face. April could see the fleshy folds of her sex through the semi-transparent panties.

Ashley was behind her…and she strained her neck to look up at him. He was wearing a silky black Nike athletic top and warm-up pants- a stylish combination that made him look sixteen instead of thirteen. His blue eyes were piercing. In any other situation April would have been smitten with how handsome he had become- but here, copulation was the farthest thing from her desires- and her brother would not even make eye contact. She moaned pleadingly through her duct-tape gag, undulating her little body on the ground like an inchworm.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmrg!”

No response. Ashley only stared away absently, looking at the wall. He took a swig from a bottle of Evian water he had brought in.

“Sorry, bitch- I’m in charge now,” said Lorelai, and April’s eyes glanced up at her with fear. “Wow. Your eyes are just like his. You two really are nearly identical. But unlike you, your brother has managed to transcend the disgusting sexuality he was born into.”

Lorelai rose and walked over to the bathtub, flashing a breathtaking view of her pant-clad crotch. In the hollow clanging porcelain of the basin, April heard rummaging sounds and the drag of cords across plaster. She could not see over the lip of the tub from her prone position. Again, she tried to make eye contact with her brother. As before, he looked away, eyes distant, and drank deeply of his water. Meanwhile, April’s captor approached her from behind, bending over her back. April gasped and cried out into her gag as a set of nose hooks, attached to a leather strap, was quickly sunk into her little nostrils, pulling her nose up and open like the snout of a pig.

“Mmmmmmmmmgh!” she cried, spraying desperate exhalations of air from her dilated nostrils. The leather strap pulled her nose painfully upward, stretching right over the top of her head, and the 13-year-old heard the sound of the strap being attached to a collar that was then placed around her delicate neck. There was almost no slack on the length of strap, and her attempts to get it to slide over to either side of her head were of no avail.

And still Lorelai rummaged.

“You don’t look so pretty now, do you?” she asked April, while sorting objects outside the young girl’s field of vision. “You know, your brother told me about you. How you had appointments with clergymen. How your whole fucked-up family had to move when the scandal came down. Bye bye, Boston. Is California any better? Do you get off while sucking surfer dick?”

“Mmmmmmmmmmph!” groaned April. Tears were streaming from her blue eyes. She gasped as she felt a rubber seal, almost like a suction cup, get placed over her clitoris. She rubbed her tiny thighs together in an attempt to dislodge it, but it was no use- the object seemed to be held in place by vacuum. Lorelai reached underneath April to attach two similar objects to the girl’s pubescent nipples. As her midsection was lifted by the powerful blonde, April was able to look underneath herself to identify exactly what was being attached to her- they were skintight indigo suction cups attached to snaking lengths of rubber shielded wire. Where the wire led, April couldn’t tell.

“My goodness, you don’t have much of a chest yet, do you?” teased Lorelai. She circled around April and battered the girl’s tear-streaked face with her heavy tits. “Maybe in a few years you’ll have a pair of these to call your own.”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph!” cried April, and she tried to turn her head away from the tit-buffet. Lorelai only laughed.

“Stupid whore,” she cackled, and produced a large-tip marker from the back waistband of her thong panties. “My Ashley has brought me quite a pet to play with. I guess I should mark my new toy. Here.”

Uncapping the marker, she grabbed April by the hair, forcing the girl’s chin against the ground, as she wrote in large block letters across her forehead.

STUPID WHORE

“Ashley, grab that mirror,” said Lorelai, motioning toward the makeup mirror poised by the wash basin. The boy did so, still never looking directly at his sister. As he did, Lorelai nipped the water bottle from his hand in a quick hand-off and took a long chug herself. “Got to keep hydrated,” she noted. “Putting a slut in her place is thirsty work.”

She was handed the mirror and held it in front of April’s face. The wide-eyed girl was treated to a view of herself with nostrils stretched, and “STUPID WHORE” writ large on her forehead. She groaned in dismay through the duct tape gag, and turned away.

Lorelai flipped the girl on her side and moved to write on her flat, youthful chest with the marker- but April resisted, wriggling furiously on the floor. Her eyes had become furious and frustrated. Lorelai just laughed, and reached behind the girl to grasp an indigo switchbox, which she brought before April’s eyes. The girl noted that the wires leading to her breasts and clitoris were attached to this very object, and stopped moving immediately.

“Enjoy, bitch!” sneered Lorelai, and jammed her thumb down on a button at the apex.

There was a humming, crackling sound, and suddenly April’s body was wracked with mini-spasms as jolts of electricity were directed straight into her nipples and clit. Her tiny body tensed with unbelievable speed and ferocity as mixed sensations of pain and stimulation exploded through her very being. Any pleasure she might have experienced, though, was offset by pain, fear, humiliation, and a hopeless feeling of imprisonment. For the young girl, sex had always been a freeing, as opposed to imprisoning, experience.

After approximately five seconds, during which April was barely able to generate conscious thought, Lorelai lifted her finger from the button.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMRG!” howled April, still muffled by the tape. Her eyes were leaking twin streaks down the sides of her tiny face. Her nostrils were stretched open, modifying her usual innocent cute appearance in a way that was almost grotesque.

“Shut the FUCK up!” screamed Lorelai, and pressed the button again, this time for ten seconds. April jittered on the floor like a worm on a skillet, blue eyes wide and dancing in their sockets. The hum and crackle sound seemed louder, and Ashley thought he could smell something like frying sweat. When Lorelai released the button, April collapsed bonelessly on the floor. A puddle quickly began to spread between her legs, though, as the girl’s tiny piss-hole was opening wide to shower the tile with a helpless spray of fragrant yellow urine.

Lorelai cackled. “Oooh, what a filthy bitch! She’s pissing all over the floor! I can smell it from here!” The puddle continued to spread. April’s tiny bladder head clearly been close to full, and she had been unable to go to the washroom during her period of bondage. The stream alternated between a thin yellow line and a splattering blast as it looped steamily out of her pee hole and soaked the floor, filling the room with the scent of bitter piss. The girl herself seemed catatonic- though her breath was still clearly audible as it hissed through her hook-yanked nose-holes. As the stream subsided, Lorelai rolled April on her side slightly, and again produced the marker, this time executing her intended message- a large “NO TITS” over April’s chest, bracketed by the two electrodes attached to the young girl’s nipples.

April wept pathetically as the hateful words were drawn on her chest. Lorelai couldn’t have known the number of days she had stood in front of the mirror, checking for any signs of growth, or the number of nights she had gone to bed imagining herself as a busty sexbomb like her mother. April had spent days marveling at the large chests of models in magazines, and fantasizing about what encounters with men would be like when she “filled in”. She had gleefully looked through catalogues, snipping images of dresses that might compliment her well. April would never have admitted the importance of the issue- not to anyone. But she had been wishing. And Lorelai had dug the hurtful spike a little deeper in her choice of humiliations.

Suddenly, April felt hands about her legs and waist, shifting her around. She exploded into action when Lorelai attempted to rotate her body, forcing her face-down into the steaming puddle of piss on the bathroom floor. The girl screamed into her gag and bucked her cute little frame, but it was no use. With Lorelai sitting on her back, she couldn’t move, and was forced cheek-first into the urine pool, soaking part of her already sweat-tinged hair.

“I could use your head to mop up this disgusting puddle, you stupid bitch, but I think I’d be more fun if you were to lick it up yourself. And the charge on my little electric toy is hardly enough to coerce. Luckily, I have something I know all 13-year-olds can’t stand.” Lorelai looked up at Ashley, indigo eyes flashing. She was really enjoying herself. “Ashley, the black bag on the edge of tub, if you please.”

Ashley fetched the bag. He did not look down at his sister. As he crouched by Lorelai and handed her the bag, he produced another bottle of water and began to drink from it. “Here you go,” he said, speaking for the first time. “Give it to her.”

Lorelai sat atop April’s back and pulled the object out as the girl craned her neck around to look. When she did, Lorelai ripped the length of duct tape from her lips with a callous swipe. Any pain this caused April was forgotten when her vision crystallized on what Lorelai was holding in her long, manicured fingers.

A syringe- tipped with a wicked-looking, two-inch needle.

The liquid inside was watery and clear, but April didn’t care about that. All she saw was the needle- an object she had feared since birth. Trips to the doctors office were always scary to her- but shots were probably her least favorite thing in the world. Her eyes once again went wide. A shriek rose in her throat, and she bucked powerfully on the floor.

“No!” yelped the girl, shaking her head in negation. “No!”

“Just a little relaxant,” chided Lorelai, holding the needle before April’s eyes. “Now you either lick up that mess you made, or I’m going to jam this needle into your little tummy, pump this shit into you, and break it off.” April’s body tensed with fear. “Or maybe I’ll just stab it into your non-existant tit. Maybe a nice side effect will occur and you won’t be such an ugly, flat-chested slut for the rest of your worthless life.”

April only wept loudly, head hanging, hair dragging in the yellow puddle. Her eyes never left the needle.

Lorelai spurred the girl into action by brandishing the needle close to April’s silky-smooth, athletic side, just below the swell of her ribs. “You lazy bitch, I guess you must really want this shot!” Lorelai growled.

“No!!” groaned April, and she dipped her head down and began to lap furiously at the stinking piss-puddle with her tiny tongue, sucking and slurping like a pet after a spilled bowl of soup. The reek of acrid urine filled April’s senses as she sucked desperately at the tile floor, slathering her lips. Her tongue was bathed in yellow liquid every time it emerged from her mouth to slurp the floor, and every time it returned to her mouth she could taste a salty, disgusting mixture of pee and bathroom tile. She howled with sloppy, tearful sobs as she licked back and forth over the puddle, slurping up the pee and diluting the remainder with her tears and saliva.

“Look at you!” scolded Lorelai, fingering herself from her perch on April’s back. “What a foul, disgusting piss-whore! You’re just a slut for your own reeking piss, aren’t you?” She whacked April on the back of the head. The girl was still frantically slurping at the foul piss-puddle. “That’s good enough for now, bitch. Turn yourself over.”

April did so, wincing when her tiny arms were momentarily pinned beneath her own weight. Lorelai straddled the helpless girl and ordered Ashley to bring her more containers from her bathtub-bound back of tricks- items which turned out to be a smaller roll of electrical tape some sort of metal spanner that April couldn’t identify.

“Open your mouth,” Lorelai ordered. She had set the syringe aside, so April’s first instinct upon hearing the order was to close her mouth- which was already filled with the gross taste of her own piss. Lorelai looked up at Ashley, who was looming over he shoulder. “Hold her nose,” she ordered. “Don’t worry if the hooks jab her- it’s her own fucking fault.”

Ashley knelt at her side, and for one brief instant before his hand descended to pinch her nostrils shut, they made eye contact. To April, it was like he was a different person. Not her brother- but a boy who didn’t even know her.

“Ash…please! Help!”

Her words fell on deaf ears, and her nose was pinched shut. She had to open her mouth to breath, and Lorelai’s fingers were in in a flash as April gasped.

“Whhhhhhhhagh!” April croaked. She nipped at Lorelai with her teeth, which brought the proceedings to a screeching halt.

“If you even think of trying to bite me,” growled the blonde, I’ll ram that fucking needle right into your eyeballs.” April could only cry helplessly. She gasped more air in through he mouth, and felt Lorelai jam something hard and immobile into one side of her mouth- it was the object April couldn’t identify- a metal span standing between her top and bottom sets of teeth, preventing her from closing her jaw. A mouthjack. When Lorelai and Ashley withdrew their fingers from her face, April found she was completely unable to close her mouth. In fact, it was ratcheted open wider than usual.

Next, Lorelai leaned forward and went to work on her eyes with the electrical tape. Try as she might, squinting and squealing, April could not prevent Lorelai from taping them open with the powerful adhesive tools at her disposal. And so April found herself, after much struggling, in a completely defenseless state. Her nostrils were pulled wide by metal hooks attached to a leather strap reaching back over her head. Her eyes were taped open, unblinking. And her mouth was a gaping hollow that would have let any dentist go about his business.

“Wrrrrrrgh!” she groaned, trying desperately to shut her eyes. Two blurry images towered over her in the bathroom lights- Lorelai and her brother, both holding bottles of water. The floor was sticky with piss, and littered with various nefarious objects- April could feel Lorelai’s indigo-colored “electric toy” laying on the floor just next to her little ass. The needle was another thing to worry about. And yet…

“Since you were so eager to drink all that piss off of the floor, I don’t think you’d mind drinking a little more, would you?” taunted Lorelai, rubbing her crotch naughtily as she tweaked one nipple. Lorelai grunted, and then the front of her black panties quickly became tented by the emergence of her massive cockhead. She let it grow to approximately eight inches in length, and amazingly thick- but it wasn’t totally erect. As a result, the fat length piled up in her panties, making the elastic stretch low under the weight of flesh.

“I drank so much water- I have to piss like you wouldn’t believe!” said the blonde. Holding her cock in one hand, she bent low and lifted April to a kneeling position in front of her. The young girl hitching with sobs, eyes watery and a beautiful blue, even with the sorry state of the rest of her face, which was laid open by sinister sexual devices. “How’d you like a belly full of dickgirl piss?”

April could only emit a series of wet sobs as she shook her head. Her facial expressions, which would have normally communicated her misery, were useless to her. Every muscle in her face was restricted.

“Ok, bitch! Here it comes! And remember that if I don’t see your full enthusiasm, you get the needle!” She poised her fat cockhead inches from April’s face. Even semi-hard, it was a monster, smooth and coated with lube- and the size of the piss-slit was obscene. Certainly capable of unleashing the golden shower to end all golden showers.

“Wait!” called out Ashley. He placed a hand against Lorelai’s chest, halting her. “Just stop.”

April looked up at him. She could not communicate. She could only hope. She tried to make eye contact- and he did look at her briefly- but as a stranger. Still…she hoped. Hoped harder than anything in the world. Hoped more than the sun would rise. She only wanted her brother back.

“Me first,” said Ashley, hauling his tanned length of dick from the waistband of his warm-ups. “I’ve had about four bottles of water.”

April exploded into fresh sobs.

Ashley’s blue eyes, dead and uncaring, cast shadows down on her. “Drink it, slut,” he said, sounding older than his years. And then he groaned with content as a golden arc of his 13-year-old piss stream began to flow directly into the wide-open mouth of his identical twin sister. The bitter contents of his bladder quickly began to fill her open maw, and as she reached capacity on the first mouthful, gurgling with dismay, Lorelai turned Ashley’s head to the side and kissed him full on the lips.

“You’re such a stud,” she whispered, nibbling on his lip. “Cover that slut with your piss!”

April’s mouth had reached capacity, and streams of yellow liquid began to tumble down her cheeks. “Swallow, you stupid piss whore!” ordered Lorelai, and she picked up the control to her electric box. April gulped down a mouthful of her brother’s pee, feeling the warm, swampy liquid wash down into her belly- and her mouth was already filling again. Ashley had tilted his head back in ecstasy- it was clear that the two of them had been intentionally drinking water and overfilling their respective bladders for just this moment.

“Wow, it feels so good to let this out!” he gasped, looking at the ceiling. He reached out a hand to grab April’s piss-beaded hair, steadying her face. “How do you like my piss, you dirty bitch?” Ashley changed his aim and directed his flow straight at April’s eye level, blasting stinging liquid directly against the surface of her taped-open eyeballs. Their unbelieving blueness was quickly awash with a yellow film, first on the right and then on the left.

“That’s so fucking nasty,” hissed Lorelai, jacking her truncated dick-length. “You’re my little bad-ass. Look at her, crying tears of piss out of those baby blue eyes!”

Not remotely done yet, Ashley moved his cockhead up to April’s stretched nose and began to direct his stream straight up her nostril. The girl gurgled helplessly as the smelly, tart liquid rampaged through her sinus cavity and began to pour into the back of her mouth. Some emerged back out of the other nostril. Moistened by the torrent of pee, the tape holding April’s eyes began to lose it’s hold, and you was finally able to close her pretty blue orbs- though not without the added stinging pain of having two eyefuls of piss.

Once he was through using April’s hook-stretched nostril as a toilet, Ashley buried his semi-flaccid dick deep in her gullet and began to direct his stream directly into the back of her mouth and down her throat. April had to swallow three additional times before his piss stream began to wane- only to have Ashley’s hardening cock be replaced by the fat, spongy head of Lorelai’s massive boner. Using length that Ashley couldn’t boast, she lodged her powerful prick deep into April’s mouth and hosed down the girl’s throat with a thick, hose-like torrent of pent-up piss. It was an evacuation worthy of a circus elephant. And all the while she was voiding her bladder into the shattered 13-year-old girl in front of her, she was making out with that girl’s twin brother- the co-architect in her destruction, swapping spit furiously in a tangle of tongues.

Lorelai hoisted her electric zapper control even as she continued to fill April’s sloshing belly with all the piss she could muster. “I’ve always wanted to try this,” she said to Ashley with a sinful grin. “Normally you can’t electrocute a bitch who is sucking you off- sudden electric shocks can cause the subject to bite down as a motor reflex. But the mouthjack prevents that. Time to zap this bitch while she’s drinking my piss!”

April howled in fear around the cock that was pissing down her throat. All that came out was a sick, splashy gurgle. Lorelai depressed the button, and both she and April were suddenly thrown in to tiny spasms.

“I can f-f-feel it! They’re…localized…shocks…but I can feel it in my cock! God!” stammered Lorelai. April, for her part, could say nothing at all- but the simultaneous sensations of sharp electrical shocks to her clitoris and nipples, along with the feeling of a giant female cock pouring piss down into her belly, was enough to nearly snap her mind in half. The girl screeched and jittered. A few stray drops of pee burst from her tiny pee-hole, and vaginal lubrication squirted from her traitorous pussy in a translucent splatter. Her electrified clit erupted in unwilling orgasm, and April craned her neck back, tugging the fat cock that was lodged within it. She exhaled twin piss-loaded jets of air from her stretched nostrils. Her eyes burst open, dilated and huge, overpowering blue- beautiful even in the midst of the madness.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph!” she gurgled. Lorelai finally took her finger off the juice, and then April’s eyes rolled back into her head. She collapsed backward, folding up bonelessly, her mouth falling off of Lorelai’s half-hard, only partially extended dick. She had fainted.

Lorelei looked like she might faint as well. Using what strength she had left, she knelt next to April. The girl’s eyes were glassy. Lorelai picked stray pieces of tape off of April’s face with care, and then snapped her fingers in front of the girl. No response. Wordlessly, she flipped April over on the piss-soaked floor, exposing her slick, sexy little back and rear end. April’s cute, athletic legs were still bound at the ankles with duct tape, as were her arms. Obtaining the nearby syringe, Lorelai plunged it expertly into the meat of April’s tiny, compact ass-cheek, firing the whole dose into her using an intramuscular method. The response was a moan- but nothing more. April was barely conscious.

“It’s easier when you don’t know it’s coming,” Lorelai whispered. “But I lied to you about the injection, honey bunch.” She stroked April’s piss-soaked hair, and began whispering in her ear. “It's no relaxant. What I really injected you with is something I got from the lab. You’ve been fucking for a long time- and for such a young girl, I’m sure you know all about contraception. You’d have to, being a filthy whore as you were.”

April’s trembling eyes rolled over to look at Lorelai. Her mind was halfway gone, muddled with electric shocks and outright despair at the acts she had been forced to perform and her brother’s betrayal…but there was still something left.

“And since you arrived here, you’ve been even more careful,” Lorelei continued. “Carefulness has been forced upon us. Every day, we have pills to take to make sure everyone here is as infertile as the Sahara Desert. They don’t want their cash cows getting knocked up, do they?”

She turned April’s head and looked her straight in the eyes. “But life always finds a way. That injection- it’s undone all the fine contraceptive work you’ve undertaken. And in a few hours, when I’m ready to go, I’m going to knock you up. I’m going to leave a dickgirl baby inside your tiny little womb.”

April’s eyes widened. Lorelei grinned. “That’s right, slut. Who’s your daddy?”

Lorelei rose and took Ashley’s arm. They left the room together, hand in hand, leaving the girl to cry, and scream, for help that might never come.