Asstr Body Modification

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Asstr Body Modification
Contains: lesbian sex, humiliation, amputation, non-consensual, babification, body modification
For the first time in her life, Lydia Brooks felt truly terrified. She couldn't feel her legs, her hands, her arms, nothing. Completely numb from the neck down, even the cold pain where the syringe had stung her had dissipated now. Her limbs wouldn't respond more than they did when she first realized the danger, when it was already too late, when the chemicals hit her nervous system hard. There was a pouring sound, followed by the sharp smell of liquor - whiskey - coming from her left. Steps, then the calculating gaze of her old friend Nathalie Weston fell into her fixed view. She felt her lips quiver as she tried to speak, barely managing to open her mouth, and only able to produce a dry wheeze. "Y-you're forcing my hand, Lydia. I can't let you keep doing this" the middle-aged woman spoke, raising the glass to her trembling lips to take a large sip. Lydia slowly moved her lips, but it remained silent in the room until Nathalie's next sip. "You loathe me, you blame me for your failed life, don't you think it's always been painfully clear to me?" Nathalie closed in a bit, the intoxicating scent of the whiskey shortly increasing. "You'd never say it, you'd never hear of it, but it was always there in your words, in your demands. You probably won't even acknowledge it now, even if you can't tell me to shut up about it like you normally would". Nathalie took another sip, and Lydia saw her glasses-framed eyes grow colder, filled with a determination she had never before seen in them. She didn't control this Nathalie. She didn't anticipate this Nathalie, and the realization that nobody outside this place could remotely guess she was here suddenly panicked through her mind. She was terrified of this Nathalie. "No more, Lydia. I worked hard for this laboratory, and I'm not going to let you take it away from me". Was gray mouse Nathalie Weston, the shy physics teacher she had used and abused for years, actually capable of... killing her?
"...s..." A pained hiss finally formed on her lips. "...s...soh...y". There were tears in her eyes, and a glimpse of hope sparked in her as Nathalie smiled. Nathalie wiped the first tear from her cheek, and she seemed less threatening again, warmer. "I don't believe you anymore... but I think I can make you love me, Lydia" she spoke; Lydia blinked in momentary confusion. "I'm going to make you really love me. I'm going to make it so you'll never leave me again, and love only me". Nathalie wasn't over her. She wasn't going to kill her, yet all of a sudden dying was not the thing she was most afraid of. Her eyes darted as far as they could, glancing over the surgical steel suspended overhead, the tubes, the wires. Nathalie's experiments were something she wanted nothing to do with, she had simply known enough to insinuate efficient threats to get what she wanted from time to time, but now... The sharp sting of whiskey hit her lips, burning her tongue, mouth and slowly her numb throat. "Drink up Lydia. Just like our first time, when you forced me to drink. 'We're going to need it' - that's what you said, wasn't it? We're going to need it now as well, Lydia". Nathalie poured the remainder in, and Lydia squinted from the pain in the back of her mouth, but weakly managed to swallow. Nathalie refilled the glass as she rose; Lydia could hear her gulp it down in one go. "I guess you'll need some of the stronger stuff" she heard her speak, somewhat more distant now, then closer again as she approached with a new syringe filled with light-green liquid. "...n...nnn...nnno...." Lydia weakly muttered, but the dull stab in her neck told her it was too late. She fought the effects for a while, her anger and fear keeping her on the brink of consciousness, but the chemicals worked swiftly, and soon everything turned to black.
Lydia's mouth was parched, and there was a horrible taste on her tongue. It felt swollen, her whole mouth felt swollen, her limbs felt numb, and there was something covering her eyes. There was a name circling around in her head, a name that somehow felt very important to her situation right now. The name was...
Cold dread entered her. She had secretly visited Nathalie's house again, to make her latest demands... Life after high school had been nothing but bills, her flimsy jobs never paid enough and she hated them anyway, and she had always considered blackmailing Nathalie to be her only way out. It was a lot of money she had asked this time, and Nathalie had claimed she didn't have it - she assumed she lied, she had done so before, and it had only taken a little scenario sketch to illustrate what would happen if she didn't pay to get things going anyway. She shouldn't have been so greedy, should've noticed Nathalie's distress, but she hadn't, and she hadn't anticipated the sudden sting in the back of her neck either. Her arms felt light but numb, and there was something stopping her from reaching her face cover. A shuffle next to her, coupled with a familiar scent, froze her attempts. "N-Nathalie?" she croaked around her thick tongue, and blinked against the sharp light as the cover was lifted. "Good morning, Lily" Nathalie's voice spoke, and Lydia could make out her silhouette through her blurred vision. She was in her T-shirt and panties, lying against a soft pillow, on a large bed in Nathalie's room, warmly lit by the afternoon sun. "Nathalie, I-" she started, trying to get further up in the bed, but she couldn't. Her arms weren't long enough. Her legs weren't long enough. "...I..." she stumbled, her eyes slowly adjusting to the new light. "Yes, Lily?" Nathalie smiled, but it didn't register with Lydia, who was staring at her body in horror. "Wha... what did you do to me?!". Nathalie's smile was out of place. "I just made sure you wouldn't leave me again". Lydia gazed at the bandages wrapped around her arms and legs, or what was left of them, her arms ending shortly after her shoulders, her legs ending halfway down to where her knees used to be... Lydia shrieked in terror, squirming on the bed, crying hysterically.
Nathalie was holding her in her arms, softly rocking her back and forth stroking her long auburn hair; Lydia chortled in her last tears, her shoulders shaking from her uncontrollable sobs. Her struggling had long ceased; she was feeble, mutilated and horrified, wailed in anguish, but no more tears came out. "Don't be upset Lily, you always forced me to take care of you, this will be easier for us both". "You've gone fucking psycho" Lydia bit, her voice trembling with anger. "Lily, I-" Lydia futilely tried to push herself away from Nathalie, her stumps somehow painless as she pressed against Nathalie's chest. "YOU CAN'T FUCKING DO THIS TO ME!!" "Please don't raise your voice at me, Lily". "GIVE ME BACK MY ARMS!!" "I'm not going to let you yell at me anymore, Lily". The serious tone in Nathalie's voice didn't register with Lydia, who finally found words to vent her fury. "I'LL YELL ALL I FUCKING WANT". Nathalie's hold on her slackened, and for a moment Lydia thought she could crawl away from her, landing face-down on the bed, trying to move herself from Nathalie's lap with what was left of her legs. Two firm hands clasped her waist and dragged her back immediately however, putting her with her belly on Nathalie's knees. She felt her panties roughly pulled off, and before she could react a loud smack resounded in the room, her rear stinging from unexpected pain. "You will NOT raise your voice at me" Nathalie hissed, and suddenly Lydia realized what was in store for her.
"Oww, OWW, stop, Natha-OWW" Lydia pleaded in new tears as swats rained down on her behind, her squirming futile to escape the spanking. "This is what happens if you raise your voice at me, is that clear?" she heard through the flurry of blows. It was becoming unbearable, she didn't want to answer, but every blow was hurting more and more. "Is that clear?" Nathalie repeated, and finally Lydia broke down, whimpering "yes...!" between the steady hits, and her torment subsided. "That's better" Nathalie cooed, now gently rubbing her sensitive and sore backside. "Fuck you" Lydia wheezed, immediately regretting it as a new swat set her ablaze again. She was panting with exhaustion, and her rear was on fire. No, not just her rear. Nathalie's caresses were starting to do more. "Why can't you just be nice?" Nathalie whispered - Lydia bit her lip, trying to stop her body from responding, but she felt fingers begin to probe between her ass cheeks, down to her crotch. Nathalie's fingers were warm, but her nether lips were steaming, a ripple of pleasure running through her as Nathalie's fingers slurped inside. She was supposed to be in agony over getting mutilated like this... instead... what the hell was wrong with her? "My god, you're dripping , Lily. I guess the hormone injections are doing their thing". The words ground into Lydia's mind. Nathalie had done more to her than just hack her up... she had to regain control somehow... A slight trail of drool escaped her mouth as her mind fogged over, the heat from her rear spreading all over her body as Nathalie lazily fingered her slit. "Just give in to it" Nathalie whispered; Lydia opened her lips to speak but let out an uncontrolled moan instead as Nathalie brushed her clit. "That's a good girl". She didn't stand a chance - Nathalie was playing her hyper-sensitive body like an instrument, cupping one of her breasts through the fabric of her T-shirt with her free hand, and Lydia squirmed in involuntary pleasure as her nipple was squeezed. "I'll take care of you". Lydia couldn't even respond, drooling down on the bed with mad lust in her eyes, unable to believe she could already feel her first orgasm approaching. And then everything suddenly stopped.
Her heart was still racing as Nathalie slumped her face-down onto the bed. Her body burned, aching for release, and she shivered as the cold draft from the door passed over her. A cellphone was blearing noisily in the background, then it was answered. "Nathalie Weston speaking. ...Hello". Lydia could feel her slit pulsing, her panties soaked with her leaked juices; she wasn't sure what Nathalie had meant with injections but her nether lips were simply begging for attention right now. She wanted to reach down to satisfy herself, but the reality of her turmoil quickly hit her again as she had nothing left to reach with. "The work is progressing Mrs. Zeller, but I can't- yes". What the hell was she doing - she had to get out of here, contact someone that could get her out of this hell. If she could get out, maybe someone could fix her, give her back her arms and legs... "I'll try, Mrs. Zeller" An anguished laugh escaped her lips. Her arms and legs, gone - it was incomprehensible. "Thank you Mrs. Zeller". Lydia inched herself forward with her stumps, feeling her wet pussy smear her juices across the damp spot left in the linen, slightly dizzy with the sensation in her nipples from the friction of the cotton. What was going on with her... she had to... "Yes, I'll notify you as soon as I've sent them". Lydia moaned as she ground back and forth, her clit dancing against the creases in the sheets, her entire body glowing with sexual warmth. "Thank you. Good afternoon Mrs. Zeller". She couldn't stop herself. "Oh no Lily, look at what you've done" Nathalie sighed, but her presence only registered with Lily until Nathalie rudely flipped her over onto her back.
"I have to sleep here tonight you know, just look at the size of this stain...". Lydia stared at the white ceiling in frustration, her body pulsing with unfulfillment. She had to... she had to... get a hold of herself. No matter how bleak the situation looked, she had always been in control. She couldn't let Nathalie take the upper hand without some kind of fight... Trembling with residual fright, while simultaneously ignoring the nagging heat in her body, she swallowed her saliva down and gathered her composure. "You can't keep me here like this". Anger hadn't worked, but perhaps reasoning would. "How am I going to use the toilet? How am I going to eat?" Nathalie waved it away, casually adjusting her glasses. "I'll think of something. You don't have to worry about a thing". She didn't have a plan at all, as Lydia suspected - she had to use this somehow. "That's right, because you'll just have to reattach my limbs or something, undo this... mistake and we can both get on with our lives". Nathalie seemed to blank out for a moment, and Lydia decided to push further. "If you really love me, you'll let me go. If you don't fix me..." she spoke, struggling to contain her emotions. "If you don't fix me, I'll bite my tongue and kill myself". That got Nathalie's attention. "You wouldn't " she tried, but Lydia thought she heard uncertainty in her voice, which emboldened her bluff. "I swear I'll do it, I can't live as an amputee for the rest of my life". "Oh, I think you'll be fine..." Nathalie whispered. "And we both know you're not strong enough to deal with your own problems, right". Lydia fumed, furious Nathalie called her out on her bluff, wanting to force herself to at least draw blood to scare the woman, but she couldn't... Nathalie smiled, collecting something from the bed. "Don't worry, I'm not entirely done with you yet". The tone in her voice was different, causing Lydia enough concern to look aside, just in time to see Nathalie's hand stuff a cloth bundle into her mouth. "For now, I need you to be quiet some more" Nathalie panted, struggling to keep the livid Lydia under control while securing the ball of lingerie with her pantyhose. Lydia screamed into the gag, but her obscenities were adequately muffled, and Nathalie smiled thinly, then took a small pink vibrator from her bedside drawer. Parting Lydia's legs, she inserted the bullet inside her warm folds, flicked on the switch and kissed Lydia's forehead. "That should keep you entertained while I get some more shots".
Lydia panted around the rancid mixed taste of the lingerie in her mouth. The dull buzzing in her pussy was distracting enough, but her occasional reflexive gags made her feel miserable, especially coupled with the uncertainty of what Nathalie was up to, but she felt remarkably calm considering what had just happened to her. She had no clue about how the machinery downstairs worked exactly, about how it had managed to amputate her limps without leaving much of a wound; she never cared to learn what the woman researched aside her job as high school instructor, mostly abusing her relationship with Nathalie to get passing grades. But Nathalie had been naive enough to confide in her about the many shortcuts she had taken in her early research, the unethical and illegal practices that had yielded her results which eventually landed her a prominent position at some fancy research institute... and Nathalie should've never trusted her with that information. Part of her now wished she had informed the authorities about Nathalie, prevented this from ever happening; she had no idea whether Nathalie was prepared to turn back what she did, or if the machinery downstairs was even capable of it in the first place. Lydia closed her eyes and wheezed through her nostrils, trying to steer her thoughts away from images of her limbs lying in a dumpster, discarded like some organic trash. A pearl of her juices was trailing down between her ass cheeks, chilling as it cooled off. She hated being used like some sort of sex doll by Nathalie, but she just couldn't help it - even though the vibrator wasn't properly nestled, her pussy was so damn sensitive, and it kept her on edge. She wondered if the sour taste in her mouth was hers or Nathalie's - the dull cotton bunch pressing down her tongue definitely wasn't hers. Drool was beginning to drip from the corner of her mouth, her building saliva adding to her discomfort. It took too long, but finally Nathalie re-entered, now wearing her lab coat, toting another green syringe. "Did you enjoy the wait, Lily?" she cooed as she disinfected Lydia's neck, but Lydia just wheezed tiredly. Something about Nathalie's happy demeanor was very unsettling, but she couldn't show weakness now; she even managed to stifle her moan as Nathalie pulled the vibrator from her pussy. A cold sting sealed her fate, and the last Lydia felt was Nathalie's warm caress on her face.

Lydia blinked groggily. She could smell food, and her stomach instinctively gurgled - hunger. Where was she? In a horrible flash, the reality of her situation sunk back in with her. Her heart sank as she saw her limbs were unchanged, and Nathalie hadn't even bothered to give her some new panties, her naked slit peeked out underneath the hemline of her T-shirt. Her mouth felt thick and uncomfortable, possibly from her gag earlier, or perhaps from whatever Nathalie knocked her out with. From the noise in the back, she could tell Nathalie was still home; now more than ever she needed to know what the hell that psycho had planned for her. "Nathalie???" she croaked, slowly recovering from her stupor. Footsteps soon approached, and Lydia braced herself as the door creaked open. "Hello again sleeping beauty, I thought I'd fix you some dinner, you must be getting hungry by now" Nathalie chirped, placing a large tray on Lydia's lap. Mashed peas, mashed potatoes, some sort of pudding, a glass of water. "How are you feeling?" "How am I supposed to be feeling? Why didn't you fix my body?" "Your body is just about perfect now, baby. I added some last touches, puffing up your nipples and lips a bit, and it makes you look even cuter". Lydia fumed with renewed anger. "My lips? Why did you... this has gone far enough Nathalie, I..." Nathalie came closer, gazing at the indignant Lydia. "They're just a lot more kissable now". To demonstrate, she bent down, forcing a wet kiss onto Lydia's lips. They certainly felt thicker, succulent, but Lydia didn't expect the wave of warmth the kiss sent through her; more adjustments to make her into a horny tool...
Her stomach turned; Nathalie really had zero intentions of restoring her body, she was dead serious about keeping her captive in this house as some sort of sex slave, and she simply couldn't think of anything to escape. Warm metal prodded her lips, the bland smell of peas under her nose. "Come on, eat up" Nathalie encouraged, but Lydia felt sick to her stomach and kept her lips shut. "Don't be childish now". Nathalie became more insisting, forcing the spoon into her mouth, but Lydia refused to cooperate, landing the pea mush on her cheeks, T-shirt, anywhere but inside. She needed to think of something. "Open your mouth right now, Lily". Despite her fear, hearing Nathalie give _her_ commands just sounded so wrong, and she smirked. "Please stop acting like a spoiled brat and eat your dinner". Spoiled brat? After what she did to her... furious, Lydia gathered all her might her stumps could muster, and flung the tray off her lap, inches past Nathalie. It made a satisfying clunk, the porcelain and glass crashing on the laminate floor, followed seconds later by the shattering of the glass next to the bed. Lydia shivered momentarily; the cold water had spilled all over her, but otherwise she was damn satisfied. Nathalie was silent, simply rose from her position and left the room. After a while she heard the front door slam shut.
Using the pillow for support, Lydia managed to flop herself around. The floor was a hazard of glass and ceramic now, but if she was careful... rapid clicking of nails approached, and Lydia sighed. "Get lost, you stupid mutt" she hissed at Bella, Nathalie's pet Labrador, excitedly slipping through the half-opened door. She had to nudge her muzzle away with her leg stump - Nathalie never trained it to stop trying to lick people's faces, and Lydia was pretty certain she trained the
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