"The Body Mod Society 2 By Dragan" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/TDLXpVD0 Created on: Monday 19th of August 2019 07:07:12 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:07:08 AM UTC The Body Mod Society 2 By Dragan Caitlin, Ashley and Amber lived on the edge all their lives. Having found each other through an Internet chat room, the three had a strong attraction toward dangerous sex and harsh body modification. They first met in person when Amber requested help in getting the word "whore" branded onto her ass. And through a series of dares, all three ended up taking on a brand -- Caitlin's read "cunt," and Ashley was goaded into getting the word "cocksucker...." They all had sported body piercings -- Caitlin had one conspicuously through the nasal septum, as well as nipple and naval rings, Amber had ringed her nostrils, clit hood, nipples, both labia, lower lip and naval, and Ashley had studs in her tongue and a ring in her clitoris. And their experimentation amongst each other led to lesbian passions, pain, humiliation, public exposure, electrical play, scarification and mummification. Everything was a dare, to see who would go furthest in self-immolation, to see who could endure the most agonizing torments. And then they found the Body Mod Society. They had to join of course, and that meant either shelling out five thousand dollars apiece, or taking part in an extreme mod demonstration at the convention. Amber chose the demo. "I'm going to let them cut off my nipples," she announced, brashly. "With only a local anaesthetic. I bet you two can't top that." Caitlin considered the options that had been emailed to them carefully. "There's three women wanted for the female circumcision demos. You know, removing the clit, sewing up the vagina. No anaesthetic. It'd be nice if we all did a demo together." Her friends were dumbfounded. "You're serious? That'd be like no sex," Ashley gasped. She had the strongest sex drive of the three women, and was in constant need of orgasm. The thought of losing her clit mortified her. "Oh, you could still get excited, you just have less parts to do it with. In the Egyptian circumcision demo, the clit would be removed at the base, but it exposes part of the bundle of nerves, and can make for an exciting spot. Or even if the root came out, there'd be other parts of the body to play with." Caitlin had obviously read up on the procedures. She seemed pretty confident. Amber upped the ante. "So they also cut off the lips and sew you up, right? And you heal like that? How about if you're stitched with a filament thread? So you can't be opened. Would you go for that? And," she added with emphasis, "they sew up over that clit nerve, so you can't get to it?" She didn't think that Caitlin would go for it. "Alright, but only if the two of you join me." Amber and Ashley looked at each other dumbstruck. Neither wanted to jump in the fray, this time. It was a little too much. "Actually," Caitlin added, "there's a form of circumcision which would be perfect for Ashley. You know how her pussy puffs up quite a bit when she's excited? Well, there's a Roman form of circumcision where the vagina is closed up with small rings like they use in chain mail but that are linked snugly together. When her pussy puffs up, can you imagine how it would feel with those rings drawn tight? And she could even keep her clitty. The top ring in the chain fits really tight around the base of the clit and is kept there because another ring is passed through the clit just above it, pinning it down. When she puffs, it would be like a choke chain. But she'd keep all her parts. SM and TG art by Chas SM and TG art by Guests SM and TG stories Contests email, Bio and Commission Information Key to ??? The Fictional Chasti-Permalock Corporate Site SM world: The Museum of Modern Fetish TG world: The Sissy Olympics Essays and Thoughts SM, TG And 3D Links, Plus Webrings A Catalogue of Artists and Influences Pay-access Webzines Chas' CD-Rom Collection News, Discussion and Extras This site supported and sponsored by: Thank you for your support! (Thank you to site sponsors and to everyone whose contributions, support and patronage make this endeavor possible.) "No way. There's no goddamned way you're getting me to do that." Ashley shook her head energetically. Of course, the women knew that if she were goaded enough, Ashley could be talked into anything -- she usually ended up with the most painful and humiliating modification of anyone. Amber kind of heistated. "Well, what's the third type of circumcision, if we go for it?" "Well," Caitlin commented, "when they geld cattle, they use this clamp which crushes the parts at the base, deadens all feeling in the area and after a few days, the parts fall off. They would make a clamp for your clit and lips, and then after they're gone, you'd get sewn with that filament thread. It's called a clit clip, and they want to apply it to the clit, labia and nipples." Amber blanched. "Um, wait a minute..." the sound of having her sensitive areas experiencing crushing pain for days didn't really appeal to her. "That's not fair. Everyone else's would be quick and then it would be done." "Would you take the Egyptian type, if I were to trade with you?" Caitlin asked. She didn't really want to trade, but was willing to if she could keep the three of them together for demos. Amber blanched. But she knew that of the three types being discussed, she was being offered perhaps the most bearable one. "Alright, I'll do it." Caitlin grew a little pale when she realized what she had just agreed to ----------------------------------------------------------------- The day of the convention arrived, and the three women were very jittery. Ashley almost didn't show up. But she knew that she couldn't let her friends down. Even though she couldn't remember actually agreeing to do what she was about to do. One week before, they'd all had hysterrectomies done, so that none of them would have to worry about the discomforts or health problems of their monthly periods. But even that didn't seem quite as soberingly real as the moment she was admitted to the convention hall. The stage hand who greeted them before the show was to begin was a young woman with tentacles for arms. She led them backstage, where they were instructed to strip, and their arms were bound behind them. They took their places on stirrup chairs, seperated from the gathering crowds by a curtain. "Which one of you is Caitlin?" she asked. Cait stepped forward. "You'll be glad to know that the clips we're using on you tonight are nanite enhanced. Normally, it would take days for your clit skin and nerves to die out and fall off, but the nanites will accelerate the process, and you will only have to wear the clips for a few hours." Somehow, the woman's revelation didn't seem very reassuring, and Caitlin broke into a cold sweat. "Um, is it too late to back out, now?" Her two friends shot her a dreadful look. "You already signed the release forms," the stage hand added, as she exited the stage. And then the event began. They could hear the introductions as the host explained the evening's festivities. And then the curtain rose and the doctors came up to them. "Caitlin's clipping takes longest, so we will start with her." One of the doctors pinched her left nipple painfully and brought the first clip up to it. She moaned a little at the pain, but it didn't prepare her for what came next. It was like slamming her nipple in a door, and then holding it there. It was pain like she never felt before. She screamed and the tears flowed. They had to hold her down. Then, they did the other nipple. She screamed until her throat was raw when they clipped her left labia. At this point, they had to hold her shoulders, waist and knees to keep her from thrashing. When she finally settled down, they clipped the other lip. Ashley and Amber had broken into tears watching their friend's agony, at this point. They pitied Cait so much that they almost forgot their own situation. The stage hand was there. She whispered to Caitlin. "Let me kiss your clit goodbye, since you can't do it yourself." She knelt between Cait's legs and kissed her gently on the clit, and then her tongue came out and started toying with the little bud. And then she retreated, replaced by a doctor's rough fingers pinching her. Caitlin cried out. And then she screamed. She screamed until her vocal chords couldn't produce sound. The last clip had clamped around the base of her clit with a sickening snap, and all at once, she began thrusting with her hips, as though trying to shake the thing off. She couldn't, it would simply crush her parts to death. Ashley's eyes grew wide as they moved on to her. "Ashley's preparations will take awhile," they announced, "so we'll get started and then come back to her. She is to have fifty rings placed along her cunt, all just under an eight of an inch apart, twenty-five on each side." One doctor started piercing her lips to accomodate all of the rings. She say a tray of rings set beside her. The rings were 3/16" in diameter, and about 1/32" thick. She hadn't realized there'd be so many, and so small. Even the slightest excitement would be punished! There was no way she'd ever be able to be aroused without excruciating pain in her pussy! She whimpered. And they moved on to Amber. "This is a bit more traditional," they told the crowd, "but with a few differences." First, a catheter was inserted, and Amber squirmed uncomfortably when it penetrated her urethra. The catheter tube led to a plastic bag which would collect her liquid wastes for the next while, during the time her flesh healed. It was the catheter tube which would prevent her from healing over completely, ensuring that she would have a tiny hole to pee through. Once this was done, the clamps were applied. The clamps were freezing cold, and intended to staunch the flow of blood to the area. Amber jumped everytime one of the clamps bit into her skin, and particularily when one clamp seized her apprehensive clitoris. At this point, she was whimpering and squirming, and had to be restrained. She was buckled into a stirrup chair with her knees wide so that they could continue. And then they were ready with the scalpel. Amber now wished for an anaesthetic, but it was too late to ask for one. She had been gagged. She felt every vivid slice as her inner and outer labia were cut from her body. Then, the clit hood was trimmed but not completely removed. Finally, with a quick vicious flinch of the surgeon's wrist, her clit was gone. Then it was time for the stitching. A titanium fiber was weaved into the filament wire used to close her up, ensuring that Amber would never be cut open again. They proceeded from the bottom working upward, keeping the stitches deep in her flesh and close together. She was being tightly knit up, around the catheter and on to the base of her clit. At this point, a surprise was presented. "Sometimes," the team explained, "there is still several nerve endings remaining where the clit is cut, and these might be even more sensitive than before. For this reason, we've added an additional piece of steel." The piece was a small flat circle of metal with jagged pins on one face. These pins were placed down over where Amber's clit once was, and then the remaining parts of her clit hood were sewn tightly overtop, sealing it in. Any pressure on this area would push uncomfortable pricks into what might still be a delicately sensitive area. They were now sure that any attempt to excite Amber would cause only pain. When this was completely sewn over, they tied off the filament wire and soldered the ends. Over time, her cut cunt would heal over and virtually disappear. When they returned to Ashley, rings had already been placed along the lower part of her cunt. The rings were interlocking, and each link was far enough into her lips that the center of the ring barely had enough room for the flesh of her lips and the mass of the other rings passing through them. It was a lattice which felt tight even when she was perfectly relaxed. Liquids could pass though her pussy, but just barely. Otherwise, it was completely and rigidly armored. And the rings had no outer closure, and were being soldered shut. They were going to be impossible to remove. Finally, they reached the top of her snatch. Ashley's old clit ring was removed as they prepared for the final links. Her clit hood was peeled back and her clit pulled up to expose the base. A fishing line was used to constrict it as they closed a loop tightly around it like a noose. Then, her clit was pierced as closely to this as possible, and one last tiny link went through the clit and linked up with the chain that ran along her pussy. The slightest arousal would pull her clitoris down sharply over the bottom loop. She cried as the last link was soldered. Her old clit ring was replaced just above the strangling link "just in case someone wants to attach a leash," and it was also soldered. The doctor patted his handiwork, and then moved on. Ashley had been "fixed." When they returned to Caitlin, she was sobbing into the ballgag that they'd had to shove into her mouth. Her nipples and one of her labia had already fallen to the table beside her. "Don't worry," the stage girl told her, "those large brown areas which surround where your naughty bits used to be will be tender for awhile, but given another few weeks, you'll never feel anything there again." This brought another round of uncontrollable sobs, and she didn't see her other labia fall away from her. Only her clit was left, and what terrified her was that the horrific pain of an hour or so before was nearly gone. All that was left was a dull ache. It was true. All of her nerve endings were dying. Partly from being crushed and partly from the nanites which were accelerating everything. The skin was being deadened to well below the surface. Finally, the stage girl unfurled a tentacle over to her clipped clit, flicked the clip lightly, and everything fell off. The crowd applauded. The curtain descended, and the three agonized women were released from their bonds. They huddled together to share each other's pain. The stable hand was still there. "Don't worry, girls, you're now full-fledged members of the Body Mod Society, and the video we made of the proceedings will make you very rich, and possibly very famous. You're hurting and very sad right now, but you've got a lot of wonderful things ahead of you." And as they cupped their pained parts and put on their clothes, they knew she was probably right.