Chapter 6: Left

The man put the drill down beside her and disappeared into the darkness. When her panic finally died down a little, it hit her. Wincing pain burned in her right chest. She knew why, but looked down anyway. There were four pieces of skin, still attached to her body, positioned like flower petals. What used to be her right breast is now just a fleshy stump. It wasn’t a clean cut as if to suggest it had been saw off. There were deep groves in it, groves that used to house her tender glands. Now, they were all empty and bare, exposed to the raw air.

She closed her eyes, attempting to bear the burning sensation that caused her to shiver in pain. Maybe that’s why she failed to notice the man return. Her pain was disturbed by something moving on her wound. She shot her eyes open and glanced down only to find a hand moving on her mutilated breast. She wriggled her body to shake off the hand but it was futile.

“Relax, it’s just an anesthetic rub” said the man.

She found the man’s words to be true just as immediately when the ointment began to take effect. The pain on her right chest turned numb.

With a satisfied smile, he exclaimed, “See, you can’t even feel me forcing one finger into your stump!”

She was greatly disturbed by the man playing with the wound, but she couldn’t tell him anything. The man wasn’t giving her anesthetic to kill her pain. She figured out as much. But, she felt uneasy with his real intentions. She expected nothing good out of this.

“Now that the pain is gone, you can enjoy the fun I have with your left tit!”

She knew it. She knew it would turn out this way.

Before she could show any signs of retaliation, the man sat down another different tray on the table near her. As she couldn’t see what was in it, she began to imagine all kinds of gruesome equipment.

The man picked up what looked like a drill bit and positioned it right above the tip of her left nipple.

“Wow, 3mm is still small for this lovely nub. Let’s see…”

He replaced the 3mm with a 5mm.

“Not yet.”

He sat the 5mm down and scrambled the tray.

“Aaa ha!” yelled the man as he held an 8mm in his hand.

He picked up the drill and placed the drill bit in it. He gave the trigger a quick squeeze and the machine whirled to his satisfaction. Holding the drill in one hand, he walked around to the left side of her body.

She immediately understood what was going to happen: this man was going to drill a hole in her breast. She violently shook her chest making it harder for the man to position the drill.

“Stop, you’re going to make me miss!”

With the other hand, he grabbed hold of her mound. But, it was too big for him to keep still.

“I can’t hold it!”

He stopped and thought for a while.

“Wait, I have a perfect solution for that.”

He rushed back into the dark and reappeared seconds later holding what looked like a bra in his hand. He brought it closer to her. Upon inspection, she realized it wasn’t really a bra at all. This… thing… was shaped like a bra: concaved but had wider diameter than bigger depth. The peak of this thing had a wide opening. Instead of bra hooks, it had clamps with holes in it. She knew it wasn’t fabric because this thing looked was very solid.

“I’ll show you how this work” said the man.

He placed the device above her breast positioning carefully so that her nipple went straight through the opening. He then laid it slowly on her chest. It was heavy. The device tilted to her right a bit, as there was nothing on her right chest to support it. Next, he secured the clamps to the edge of the table. Even then, it was still tilting to her right. He picked up a long screw from the tray before dropping it into the hole in the left clamp. With a screwdriver, he started screwing it down. As the metal piece disappeared into the clamp, this thing began to press down on her breast causing it to level to her chest. He secured another screw in the hole of the left clamp. After a few seconds, he was done.

The adjustment made to the device forced tremendous force on her mound causing her pink cherry, now peering through the opening, to stand out firm and erect. She had difficulty breathing.

“Can you move?”

As soon as he said that, she instinctively shook her chest. Her breast didn’t even wobble. She struggled again but there was no movement from her teat. The device was doing its work just too well. Soon, she was anxiously sweating again.

“A pretty neat device, isn’t it? The last time I did this, didn’t turn out so well. The girl wriggled so much, caused a mess and the result was pretty much useless”

He picked up the 8mm drill and pressed the trigger to on. The machine whirled sinisterly.

He positioned the spinning tip vertically above her jutting nipple. She shook her head vigorously and tried to scream out “No!”, but the man took no head to her pleas.

He slowly lowered it down.

As the revolutions per second in the drill was incredible, the tip slowing sunk into her teat. Pieces of red flung out of her nipple giving way to the digging. Jets of blood followed seconds later, spritzing in every direction. The fast rotating head caused blood to spread out like water from a sprinkler. Small droplets covered her body as the drill worked its way down. Its path was met with her center nerves gathered in the tip of her nipple. These unfortunate cells were quickly grated and rubbed out of her protrusion. The destruction of her milk glands in the middle was inevitable too as the drill shredded their membranes in a split second it touched them. Every time a gland popped, blood and cloudy fluid would squirt out more vigorously. She shot her eyes wide, screaming and trembling all over. The friction that was eroding her nerves was demonstrating a clear level of pain in her brain. Her teeth started to ache from biting down the gag, but it was nothing compare to the agony in her tit.

The man stopped lowering the drill down once its bit submerged completely in her breast.

He was surprised. Normally, he would have stopped drilling when it touched the rib of his victim, but this time, it couldn’t get all the way there. He released the trigger and the whirling stopped abruptly. He pulled out the drill leaving a gaping hole in the middle of her breast. It filled up with blood in no time. When it overflowed, blood trickled down from the side of her mound.

Like her right breast, the vitality in her remaining mammary was full of energy so the man knew the bleeding won’t stop anytime soon. He picked up a plastic cork just large enough to fit the tunnel in her mound and sealed it.

“Now, the fun part starts!” said the man belatedly and disappeared into the dark once again.

She could feel pressure and burning sensation build up in her left breast. The cork seized the only route for blood to pour out from the wound.

At this point, her crying was only accompanied by a whimper; she had long cried her tears dry.

The man returned minutes later holding something in his hands. She looked at him hoping he hadn’t bring something brutal. His right hand was still holding the drill without the drill bit and his left hand was holding a round brush.

As soon as the man was right next to her, she could see again the object in his left hand. It was shaped like a round brush, but she could tell it wasn’t a brush at all. The stem of this object was just a little thicker than a pencil. Unlike a brush, the ends of the hairs on this object were not round. They were needle like blades with rigid edges. The man shook the handle and the hairs moved informing her that they were flexible. When he twisted the ring at the end of the handle, the hairs retracted into the stem. Now, it looked just like a pencil.

The man said with a smirk on his face, “I think you can tell.”

He picked up the drill and stuck the object in the shaft where the drill bits goes. He tightened the drill and gave the trigger a short squeeze. The machine whirled. With his other free hand, he pinched the cork in her nipple and pulled it out. As soon as the cork unplugged, blood momentarily erupted from her nipple like champagne from its bottle.

When the man squeezed her breast to get rid of the blood pooling in the tunnel, she winced. He took a cylindrical tube from the tray and plunged it right into the hole. The tube was stuck; it didn’t go in. He began twisting, forcing it into her nipple until it submerged an inch into her breast.

He picked up a rubber band and tied it around her jutting nipple that engulfed the tube. When he was sure it was tight enough, he stopped for a while to admire his work.

She looked down on her left chest only to see a rod sticking out from her teat.

The man picked up the drill and carefully positioned it to the opening of the hollow cylinder. He slowly lowered the drill down and the object disappeared into the tube, into her breast. The tube encased the object perfectly as there were no gaps for any molecule to go through.

“If I just turn this this way…” said the man and twisted the ring that retracted the blades in the opposite direction. Suddenly, she felt things poking her breast from the inside in every direction. Her body jolted as a reaction to these painful stings.

“This is my brilliant invention!” exclaimed than man.

“You’re the first person ever to get their titty blended without damaging the skin!”

Dread took over her face as she once again tried to struggle free. The cuffs and the metallic bra were hold her down, restricting any movement. Her throat was very sore from the constant screaming, but the man didn’t care. He wrapped the trigger with his finger.

She took a deep breath. Before she could exhale, the machine whirled.

For the first few seconds, her world slowed down to a slow motion. The tiny blades rotated inside, just grazing her mammary glands each revolution. But after about 10 revolutions, these constant grazing dug deeper into her membranes, shattering every microscopic cells in their way. Every time, a blade touched her nerves, synapses send unsympathetic signals to her brain.

Her world paced up. As the machine blend the contents in her breast, she squirmed her body and curled her toes. She screamed in agony as the tiny blades liquefied her tissues from the inside, making their way out as the flexible hairs extended to any untouched solid breast flesh.

After several seconds, the excruciating pain mentally broke her. Her body spasm and limbs trembled. A shock registered in her brain and her consciousness began to fade. When the world around her gradually turn dark, she felt happy and thought to herself, “Finally.” The noise from the drill gradually died down in her ears and the last sound she ever heard was the man saying, “Ah aa!”


There was a soft thud in the middle of her chest.

Suddenly, in a snap of a finger, her mind that was going blank completely lit up awake. Her vision blared to focus and hearing heightened. She could hear not only the noise from the drill, but also the pacing of her heartbeat. She glanced down on her chest and found something penetrating the middle of the metallic bra.

She looked at the man who sighed, “Whew, that was close! You would have fallen asleep had I not saved you!”

She stared at the familiar thing penetrating her chest. She had seen this before, but where? Then it hit her. This object looked exactly like the adrenaline shot in her roommate’s favorite game: Left 4 Dead 2.

“Effects similar to epinephrine, but a different compound” said the man. “Feeling better?”

The hormones in her body raged as the chemical did its magic. Her senses heighted to a different level. She could see, hear and focus better. Moreover, she could feel better. She didn’t want this because she could feel her world in chaos. She tried breaking out from her restraints, but nothing happened. Because she was busy screaming and struggling, she didn’t notice the steady stream of lubricant flowing out from the narrow opening between her legs and pooling on the table beneath.

The man stirred the drill, making sure the thing in her breast did its work thoroughly. The rubber band around her nipple made sure nothing came out from the inside.

After thousands of revolutions, the man paused the drill and felt her breast with a free hand. He gave it a squeeze. His fingers sang into her mound as if it were a thick rubber balloon. Content with the perfection of his work, he slowly withdrew the drill from the tube.

The tube wobbled a bit as there was nothing solid to keep it upright. Realizing this, the man held the tube up to ensure nothing spilt. He sat the drill down and fetched a coil of clear plastic pipe. The pipe was just large enough to fit to the end of the tube. Once there was a good connection between the pipe and the tube, he let go of the tube, took hold of the other end of the pipe, grabbed a large beaker and placed the tube opening in it.

He cupped her bosom with both hands and on the count of three, squeezed its liquefied contents out from her breast, through the tube and pipe, and into the beaker. The blend that collected in the glass was a cloudy pink fluid with the consistency of a smoothie. He worked his fingers making sure nothing was left undrained.

The beaker filled up, and just before reaching the highest mark, the pipe emptied. There was still some mass left in her mound but the man knew it was just some unscathed tissue. He sat the beaker down near her face for her to see.

He then went on to untie the rubber band and remove the tube before cauterizing the opening in her protrusion.

She did not mind the man sealing her nipple since this was nothing compared to the ordeal she went though. Her limbs were still reflexively shaking from agony and fluid still seeped from her sacred garden.

She gazed melancholically at her shriveled lump, which used to be one of her two most treasured assets.