"PLEASE!" I'M NOT A SYNTH!" Sophy thought it absurd to torture anyone, regardless of how they were born, but if not being a synth gave her rights, she'd scream about her dad fucked her mom from noon to midnight and back again. And that's what she did.

"SHUT UP RUNT!" A pale grizzled man slapped her, leaving a bright red-purple bruise covering her cheek and under her outer tear-duct.

"Why won't anyone listen to me?" She was a small soft girl, only 16, with flowing blonde hair and blue eyes. She was hanging from the ceiling by her chained hands, barbs digging into her wrists, and touched the floor with only her toes. Her back and ribs strained under the unwilling stretch.

"You know how they make a synth?" The other man in the room, slightly taller and tan, firmly rubbed her rump, chilling her skin and sending goosebumps up her back as he traced a finger through the crevice of her round ass, lingering over her puckered anus that reflexively cowered in anticipation. "It isn't birth. It's like making a tool, because that's what it is." He spanked her; it instantly hit her with jarring memories of humiliation and sizzling pain being reignited over and over by her domineering parents who literally sold her to the circus.

"They just slam oxygen and shit together like it's a normal human body part." Really, a synth was just as human on every physical level, there was simply no way to tell the difference. Synths came from artificial eggs being bombarded with sperm-cells, but they were the same as cells people produced biologically, except in machines tying simple elements together. "But it's not, it's like sculpting rocks to make nails. Speaking of which..." The tall slender man pulled a palm-sized wooden box from his pocket and opened it, taking some 2-inch nails and placing a few in the crevice, sideways into her her ass, and some thinner ones into her puckered anus. The slightly shorter but much bulkier man kept inserting much longer needles in each buttock.

Sophy only winced and whimpered at first, pleading "Please stop thiss..." as she cried, but started shaking, making her breasts bounce and her butt quake as she yipped. The needles in her rump shook with her, enlarging the swaying motion of her hind.