Tina, now disoriented and even hazier, somewhere in her mind registered the two had used the past hour to clear a big space in the garage. There were three unfamiliar big black boxes and a lot of new smaller boxes stacked to the side in different colors. A camera was lying on the ground somewhere to the side. In the middle of the room stood their old dining table on four long, heavy legs. And on the workbench facing the table they had set up the old boxy TV dad had had sitting here for ages.

It was currently showing static, which, she thought, looked funnily like the buzzing in her head felt. Everything was just so MUCH. The hot hands of her older relatives carrying her, the cool air against her wet, hairless crotch, the half-ignored sensation of the choke collar always digging in a little too much.

The pain in her nipples whenever the bruised flesh hardened.

She let her mind wander again, lost in the sensations, and when she came out of the haze of touch and movement and light enough to remember her surroundings she suddenly lay on the table, a towel under her back and a hard, small foam pillow beneath her head, making her look forward at the TV.

But something was strange, she could somehow not move very well. Her shoulders hurt a bit. And there was a weird feeling of tension in her wrists and ankles.

“Ah, the slut is back. Told ya that K-dose was too much for a first-timer. ‘Specially when she’s so young and a chemmer on top.”

“Hey, I’m here to learn! I’m but your humble Padawan!” Pauline answered, mock-hurt in her voice.

Then she turned and faced Tina, who still had some trouble fixating on her sister’s eyes, but it was somehow easier already than back in the living room.

Or was it the kitchen they had just been? Time felt strangely disjointed in her head, blurry since she had gotten up. Why did her jaw hurt? Oh, wait, her sister was speaking to her. She listened and looked at her.

“…pretty out of it. Sorry about that, I’ll dose you a bit lower next time so you can feel more.”

Tina nodded, only half-comprehending, but enjoyed how Pauline brushed her cheek.

“Look up.” Pauline said, pointing to the ceiling.

There, in a mirror that took a second to focus on and another few to decipher the mess it threw back at her, she found herself. She was tied to the table! With rope, stretching her limbs, one to each corner of the desk. She saw she still wore the underwear, but not the stockings. She turned her head and opened her mouth.

“Yer stockings? Didn’t wanna mess them up too much. They’re safe, don’tcha worry. I know how much ya like them.” Carla winked at her from the other end of the room, by the TV.

“Okay kid, listen up.”

Tina listened and nodded along.

“To find out if this stuff really is right for ya, if yer even good enough for this, we’ll hafta test ya a little more. That would make us both real proud. Ya don’t have to do anything, just talk sometimes and watch a lot. Think ya can do that? Be a brave and obedient little fuck pig for us? Oink if ya agree.”

“Ye-“

Pauline slapped her hard across the face again. Tina tasted blood from the once-again open scratches in her mouth.

“You oink if you want to be good.”

“Oink.” Tina said in a small voice.

Pulling hard on her left nipple, Pauline said “Louder, pig.”

“OINK OINK OINK” Tina screamed as the somehow simultaneously stinging and numb pain in her nipple flared and lowered and flared again as her sister twisted it.

Her aunt leaned over her and stroked her stinging cheek.

Then she ran a rough finger between Tina’s legs and up her moist slit.

“That’s a good piggy. Yer very wet for auntie, well done.”

She turned to Pauline, who was watching her from across the table.

“Okay, we start off with some pain/pleasure conditioning and intense mental stimuli. Ya already brought the highlight for that, but we gotta start slow. So maybe tonight, or tomorrow. Kid’s still drugged to hell and back, will need to keep stimulating her with visions of what she likes, keep her fantasies rolling around in that empty little slut head. Won’t stick, otherwise. I selected some nice beginner stuff from my private stash. Press play.”

The TV came on and a nude woman was flat on a metal table, stretched out like Tina herself. Including the mirror above her head.

Tina did not know or care what pain/pleasure something or other was, she only heard pleasure and immediately gazed at the television, hoping for more pictures showing her what she could do when she was a big girl. In her periphery, she made out Pauline picking something up off the ground with a metallic rasping.

Carla leaned down to her ear and whispered:

“Heard you like seeing women in pain. Go on, oink if it’s true.”

“Oink! No, no Mistress.” Tina answered.

“Liar!” Pauline said loudly and slapped her across the abdomen with a bent-open wire coat hanger.

Tina howled in pain and twisted, tried to hold her tummy, but the ropes held tight. That stung a lot, even through the drug haze. She felt a swelling sensation and a hot burning as an angry welt formed across her tummy behind the lace.

“Hm.” Carla intoned, looking at the quickly subsiding pain reaction and a sudden drop of wetness that fell down between Tina’s legs.

“Told you,” Pauline said smugly, “just enough K to counter the intense spikes, but enough X to make her still feel it.”

“Ya hit a good ratio, but I’d still say ya overdid it.”

She turned back to the panting form of Tina.

“So, again, ya like seeing women in pain? Are ya a cruel, bad piggy?”

“Oink! Ye-yes. I mean no. I like it… but not ‘cuz I’m bad. I… I like to imagine I’m the… the woman.”

“Good girl, that was honest.” Carla kissed her lightly on the bruised cheek, sending a tingle all the way down her back.

“Now, watch and learn.”

On the TV, the naked woman with long, curly black hair splayed out around her head was looking around uncertainly, tied like Tina was on a long table, as a man came into frame.

He was dressed in smartly creased, beige trousers, a simple white button-down shirt and a lab coat and wore a surgical mask and rubber gloves as well as dark sunglasses and a black dorag, hiding his hair. The skin, where she could see it, seemed black as night.

“Hello pupils, welcome back to Dr. Dexter’s lab. Today’s lecture, for those of you that have missed the title card, once again concerns the female response to common stimuli, including euthanasia. Our friendly helper back there is called Andrea, wave for the nice pupils please Andrea! Oh wait, tied down. My apologies, dear.” He finished sheepishly.

“Anyway, let’s get started. First-“

“Boooring!” Pauline exclaimed as she hit fast-forward.

“Oi, that’s educational ya philistine!” Carla complained, but let her keep the remote.

Pauline skipped over a lot of scenes so fast that Tina only saw a blur and felt immediately dizzy, the swirling in her head only stopping when Pauline resumed playback and she could focus on the normally-moving picture again.

An absolutely huge, black-clad, baclava-masked man with a rubber mallet stepped up behind the table while the doctor spoke.

The woman looked lightly bruised, but no blood was visible. Her eyes seemed all-white and red, and the surrounding skin was bright-red. They seemed to stare up straight, unfocused, but her chest was moving up and down fast, making her generous, somewhat saggy breasts with large, brown areolas and thick nipples heave and jiggle.

“-and after we also tested needles and injections of irritants into the vulva, as well as blinding our friendly helper with concentrated sulphuric acid, we have reached the finale of today’s live demonstration: Death by blood loss, induced by internal injury. Observe how none of the blows will break the skin, and how our helpful assistant Dimitri carefully and precisely aims for the liver, kidneys and other vital organs with good circulation. Please begin, dear Dimitri!”

The doctor raised a hand and the man took a last step toward the table. The woman must have felt or heard his presence closing in despite her traumatic blindness, because she grew agitated and started pulling at her restraints.

Tina felt a tingle in her cunny as the woman squirmed and the hammer that would kill her kept coming closer. She imagined being in her place. Exposed. Imagined a man stepping up where Pauline stood. The hammer striking her, before Dimitri even raised his on the TV. She felt another surge of goo escape between her lower lips.

Dimitri raised his hammer in one burly fist, aimed for half a second, and brought it down hard on the woman’s abdomen. She exhaled, gasping, more an oof-sound than a breath, panted once, twice, then screamed at the top of her lungs and then sobbed. The doctor spoke over her cries, his voice calm and firm.

“Excellent aim, Dimitri, right on the spleen, you may note. That alone may be a killing blow if untreated – thus weakened, the organ may rupture at any moment during strenuous activity. But one of the golden rules of correct euthanasia is, well, what kids?” He listened to the response of an imaginary audience. “That’s right! To never let the victim suffer unduly and to never drag things out if not for science, so please proceed with all due haste, good sir.”

Dimitri nodded, then exploded into action with lightning speed and began to absolutely maul the poor woman with strikes and brutal smashes both to her abdomen but also her chest and arms and legs. Soon she looked red and blue and purple everywhere but her face, which was only marred by her blinded eyes and copious streaks of bloody tears and snot while she sobbed heavily.

When Dimitry finally stopped and took a step back, she begged:

“Puh-puhlea-heaaase kill me already! PLEASE! I let you do everything. EVERYTHING! MY EYES!” She shrieked that last part.

The doctor walked up to her, visibly annoyed. Very calmly, he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.

“In due time, my dearest.”

Casually, he pulled a handful of surgical masks from a box standing off to the side and tightly crammed them in the still blabbering woman’s mouth.

“Shhh now. Class is in session.”

After a gesture by the doctor, Dimitri went to work again and pummeled the woman some more. The camera angle changed now, to film between her spread legs as the strikes landed and she gagged and gasped for air past the soggy masks. Her big breasts with brown, large nipples kept bouncing with each strike and heavy, labored, rasping breath, her labia, swollen and dark-red from the earlier pricking, jiggled and twitched and occasionally a tiny noise like a fart could be heard as a blow squished her uterus or vagina.

Tina was once again fully immersed, the garage forgotten, her sense of self forgotten, her relatives helping her… no, finally using her like she deserved, forgotten. She tried to rub her spread thighs together in a desperate quest for more pleasure as she continued watching, fascinated.

Between the woman’s legs, a drop of blood and some slimy wetness was glistening. The doctor bent into frame and ran a gloved finger between her hairy cunt lips. It came up a little moist, but not wet. The doctor lectured:

“Now, while most older females close to euthanasia age suffer from vaginal dryness, which can be easily mitigated with lubricant for reproduction purposes, our friendly helper here also has an obvious chemical imbalance in her brain that, despite ample conditioning, does not allow her to derive a lot of pleasure from the hammer’s impact or her impending doom and growing pain.

He bent down and rummaged in a small box under the table the woman was tied to.

“For that, the most commonly-available euthanasia drug has a set of potent hallucinogens, to make the passing of all undesirable females easy, convenient, and pleasurable for all. Remember to stock up in your local pharmacy, you never know when your mom or daughter might be called upon. And always ask for Johnson brand, our favorite sponsor!”

He held up a small vial.

“Allow me to demonstrate. This is a stripped-down version of the drug, including only the proprietary hallucinogens and aphrodisiacs as well as the standard excipients. A potent mixture, which can also kill if overdosed, by the way, so experimentation on yourself is strongly discouraged, but are not the compounds that usually lead to nearly painless cardiac arrest and subsequent death. If used correctly, it should occur within 15 minutes of intravenous injection, 25 minutes of intramuscular injection or 30 to 40 minutes of ingestion. Please observe closely the immediate effect on the subject’s lubrication status.”

He pulled a syringe full of the drug and casually injected it into a vein on the struggling woman’s thigh.

Only seconds later, her breathing got easier. The doctor looked at his watch for a minute, then lightly pressed on her abdomen above the pubic mound. She moaned in pain as her bruised flesh was pressed in, but also showed goosebumps and tremble in her thighs, her dark and swollen pussy lips quivering.

Immediately, a little drip of moisture flowed from her slightly gaping vaginal opening.

“See? Easy! But it appears our subject is not dying quite fast enough, so Dimitry, please do finish the job.”

The doctor clapped, and Dimitri walked back into frame, this time wielding a heavy sledgehammer two-handed. Without preamble, he brought it down hard once, right on the spot on the abdomen where the doctor had pressed before. Piss squirted out of the victim’s urethra and a tiny wave of blood escaped her vagina as a muffled scream echoed and more juices flowed from her cunt to mix with the squirt of blood.

Watching this, Tina realized she had to pee. But she did not want to interrupt, she was having too much fun watching. And learning. Imagining. She decided to tough it out and kept clenching her pelvic muscles for any kind of stimulation at all.

She jerked, startled, when a hand touched her burning pussy.

“Allow me to help you with that, slut.”

Her smirking older sister leaned over her.

On-screen, Dimitry raised the sledgehammer again and brought it down twice in quick succession, smashing the woman’s pelvis and likely shattering her spine, judging by how she lost control of her bowels and bladder then and her legs stopped moving entirely after a short spasm.

Before she could recover, scream or even fill her lungs all the way, the massive hammer came down again, directly below the ribcage. A splash of yellow vomit streaked with blood escaped from the corner of her mouth, past the surgical masks, and her nose, together with a gurgle and a muffled shriek, followed by intense sobbing and labored breathing.

Tina felt a familiar tingling pressure rising between her legs. She turned her head to her sister.

“S-S-Stop. Please. Gotta. Gotta pee. Don’t wanna make a mess.”

“No.” Carla said. “Keep going, I gotchu. Just watch, piggy.”

She turned around and quickly came back with a long, flat plastic bin like for catching motor oil, which she roughly shoved under Tina’s pelvis and legs. She pinched her clit hard, for good measure, eliciting a mewling oink.

“There ya go, kid. Go nuts.”

She nodded at Pauline, who then redoubled her effort on her sister’s clit as the upper body of the woman on TV was slowing in her spasms.

The doctor once again spoke up:

“As you can see, the procedure is almost over. While the subject would in fact be feeling intsense sexual pleasure merely from the pressure of the blood and bruised swelling on her vaginal channel and uterus, the shattered spine has cut off all feeling and motor control in that region.”

He circled the table as he talked.

“What remains to be done is the last mercy often given to euthanasia patients by their family: A chemically and mentally enhanced and manually-aided orgasm timed to the point of death. Since that is very hard to do for a layman using only internal bleeding and no monitoring equipment, we will simulate a precise hit rupturing the aorta by cutting it manually through this endoscopic catheter.”

He raised a long black rubber hose with a boxy screen attached.

“That way we can gauge when to induce the subject’s climax concurrently to unconsciousness through rapid blood loss.”

He quickly made a small incision below the ribcage, which the paralyzed woman seemed to not feel, and inserted the long hose-like device. Navigating with practiced ease through the screen, which was duplicated in a small window for the viewers at home, he moved through a truly scary amount of bruised, sometimes practically pulped and often heavily bleeding flesh until he found the main blood vessel he was looking for.

Thick, strong, running straight up and away from the heart, partly visible above and hammering madly, panicked. The aorta was bright-red, carrying lots of fresh, oxygenated blood. There, he extended a small blade from the tip of his tool and skillfully placed it at the artery, almost, but not quite, touching it, despite his victims rough breathing and movement.

“Now, my dear pupils, you may find your subject somewhat unresponsive if bodily damage like the spinal fracture demonstrated here has occurred beforehand. But please keep in mind that clitoral stimulation is not all ways you can aid in the subject’s passing. You may also stimulate the breast, for example, as well as use certain trigger phrases trained with the subject before the deed. Observe.”

The doctor leaned over and applied suction cups to both nipples. He then started kneading the breasts and talking to the bound, broken woman.

“Come on, worthless cow. This is it for you. You want this. You are only meat. You die now anyway. Let the pleasure in. Feel it. You are just a fucking meat cow.”

The nipples in the suction cups not only grew plumper, but visibly hardened. The breathing of the blinded woman was flat, but increased in speed and a tiny moan escaped her, gurgling past the spit and vomit and ball of masks.

To the camera, the doctor said:

“Now understand, please, this is mostly the drug and conditioning doing the work. I am not an exceptionally gifted wordsmith, leastwise not of the poetic variety. But I can make do with solid preparation. And so can you!”

He lifted an encouraging finger triumphantly. Then he turned back and continued his work on his patient for several minutes, all the while whispering into her ear and massaging her tender and bruising breasts.

Tina kept watching, doing her best to ignore the pressure in her bladder. She did not want to embarrass herself like this woman. She would be mortified if she soiled herself in front of people like that, let alone people she did not know, or even a camera. She would hold it in.

But the tingle got more intense with each swish of her sister’s fingers and she kept imagining someone playing with her nipples too. The flickering lights in her periphery vision kept distracting her from each mounting wave of pleasure that always drifted into chemical numbness before she could ride it to orgasm.

Finally, she whispered:

“Please.”

“What’s that, little rape cunt?” Carla said.

“Please. Like her. Play with my breasts.”

“What,” Carla laughed in unison with Pauline. “Ya call those tiny, fatty insect bites breasts? Hell no, chubby, them’s not tits. But I can play with ’em if ya like.”

Tina felt ashamed, more for the response calling her fat than for the request she had made. All shame fell away when her aunt lightly stroked, pinched and twisted her small nipples with practiced, rough hands. The bruises hurt a bit then, but Carla’s deft fingers avoided them, mostly, and soon she only felt a tingling pleasure and hotness where her aunt’s fingers touched her.

Trying to focus past the pleasure and dancing lights and colors, she looked back to the TV. The doctor was speaking again.

“Ah, she is just about ready, observe the labored breathing and attempted humping motion, visible only as spasms near her midriff, once again, due to the spinal injury blocking further travel of the motor signal. It is customary in most communities to hear the subject’s final words at this point. Let us do so!”

He enthusiastically removed the vomit-soaked ball of masks from his victim’s mouth. At once, she breathed easier.

“So, tell me, Andrea, how do you want to be remembered?” asked the doctor in a kindly voice, playing with the patient’s right nipple from which he had removed the suction cup. It was swollen and looked much redder than before. He casually pinched it and tugged on it.

“Go on, speak. It’s your last chance, after all.”

The woman croaked:

“I- I- want to- to be remembered as a good… good mom.”

“Lying? Now? You can do better than that, surely?”

“No, please, I’m ser-“

The doctor pressed a button on his endoscope and snipped her aorta. Tina gasped and nearly came then, but Pauline noticed and slowed her touch.

“Twenty seconds to unconsciousness, better speak the truth fast, cow.”

The woman started panting. Quick and labored.

“You are not a person, are you? Cow.”

“n-n-no…”

“What are you, then? Go quick, you will notice your blood pressure is dropping fast.”

“I… I wanna be… Please… don’t tell my daughter… wan’ you to ‘member me…as… AAHH!” she gasped and moaned loudly as a hard pinch and pull on both nipples seemed to send her over the edge. Her upper body spasmed, her legs and abdomen dead weight, and she howled, voice cracking “…a coooow. A meat cow. Please.” She continued between panting breaths, “eat. me.” Her breathing slowed.

“You are a GREAT cow!” the doctor praised, stroking her slightly twitching cheek as he walked around her head out of frame.

She whispered “…cow…” one last time and spasmed all over.

A smile was on her blinded, acid-burned face as her chest stopped moving.

The doctor clapped twice and sauntered into frame again on the other side of the table.

“Excellent timing, as usual, if I do say so myself! See you next week, class!”

He cheerily waved at the camera with a bloodied, gloved hand.

Pauline had turned her head quizzically towards her aunt, while still, very slowly, rubbing her baby sister’s cunt, barely keeping her on the edge.

“Is he for real? That was so fuckin’ weird, man.”

“What, it’s a classic! And you learn shit! Was an underground web series, real hush-hush at first, broke the whole scene wide open in the early ‘aughts and gave ideas to a lot of fucking weirdos. Including yours truly.”

Pauline nodded down at the squirming form of her sister, desperately humping after her fingers whenever she raised them from her sloppy slit.

“Anyway, what do we do with the horny meat here?”

“Get her off, painfully. Wait a second. And stop fondling her, bitch needs to learn patience.”

As Pauline removed her soggy hand to wipe it one Tina’s thigh, Carla bowed down and picked up a small wooden box. It contained a vial of alcoholic-smelling liquid and a whole bunch of needles of different lengths and sizes, some as long as meat skewers.

“Still got those rings?”

“Yep.”

Pauline pulled the baggy out of her pocket and waved them around.

“Goody. Hold on t’ those ‘til tomorrow, this is prep for ‘em. Hey Piggy!”

At the mention of her true name, the needy little slut stopped trying to rub her thighs together with the world tuned out and colors swirling in her vision. She shook her head and looked to her aunt.

“Yes… Auntie…?” she asked slowly, seemingly regaining her sense of self through a tremendous effort.

Pauline slapped her between the legs, hard.

She twitched and squirted out a tiny bit of pee, before she could control her bladder again.

“That’s Mistress, you dumb bitch. For both of us, obviously.”

“Sorry. Mistresses.” Tina said to no one in particular.

Her eyes had just found the mirror on the ceiling again. She could see herself clearer now, her braid hanging off the table to the side, towards Pauline. The leash to the other, toward Carla. Her body splayed out like a slightly squished “X” on the table.

The uncomfortable flat tub under her back and pelvis and thighs. The little puddle of yellow in it, that was slowly growing with more pee dripping from her round asscheeks. The open crotch lingerie, displaying her cunny for the two strong women that were trying to do what was best for her. She had let them down.

She had not listened, thought too much about the woman in the film, being her, instead of learning. She was so pathetic, but the bruises and the angry welt shimmering through the fabric on her midriff looked so right on her for that. She was learning, with each mark.

“I’ll be good, sorry. Please. I’m listening.”

“Good fuck hole. Well, not yet, but we can help ya be one. And for that we’ll help ya learn how t’ feel things better. A sting’s not always bad, remember? Yer sister told me how hard ya came yesterday when she slapped yer juicy kid cunt. Didcha like that?”

“Yes. Mistress.”

The memory once more sent a tingle through her clit and up her tummy.

“Heh. Ya scared of needles?”

“Uhh.. yes… why- why are you asking?” Tina said, suddenly alarmed.

Her eyes were wide again and she intently looked for a way to see into the little wooden box.

“We will help ya no longer be scared. Focus on our touch.”

Pauline stepped closer.

“Focus on our words.”

Carla bent over her lower body and legs. She could not see what her aunt was doing. Only feel a light movement of air on her wet skin.

“Okay, Pauline, give ‘er the trigger phrases, I work the pussy.”

Pauline bent down to her ear, and fondled her small nipples and surrounding bruised fat bumps through the cut-outs in her lingerie. Then she whispered in her ear, still massaging the not-yet-budding tit.

“It’s good to let people touch you, isn’t it?”

Tina moaned.

“Say yes if you agree.”

“Yes.”

A metallic clinking came from in front of her where Carla was working and she smelled alcohol.

“And you don’t care how hard you are touched, as long as you get off, do you?”

Pauline caressed her chest again.

“Yesss.” Tina hissed.

Carla was doing something to her now, she felt a warm touch to the lips and a light brush through the slit across her clit.

She tensed up.

“And if the touch hurts, you will take it?”

“Yes. Yes!” Tina panted after another slow stroke by Carla’s callused finger, right through her moist, dripping slit.

“And you will always endure it? As long as you make someone that loves you very happy that way?”

Pauline leaned down and sucked on a tiny immature nipple, as Carla lined up a tiny needle with her baby sister’s labia and nodded.

“Ye- Yehhhss.”

“Prove it. Say you love it when we hurt you. It will make us very happy. NOW!”

A hot pain flared up from her outer labia as Pauline bit her nipple. Not hard enough to break skin, but hard. The double sensation confused her more than it hurt. It was intense but numbed and spread out all across her skin with two hot pinpricks providing a burning focus, one right on her puffy pussy lip and one on her chest.

“Owww, owwie owwie owwww…” Tina howled. Gasped. Then the burning faded and she felt herself grow very slick and hot.

“Say you love it. Go on, rape meat.”

“I lo- love it. When you… hurt me.” Tina said between gulps of air.

Carla piped up:

“Yer doing great, sweetie. This cunny is very wet now!”

Pauline interjected:

“Again, say you want more of that.”

Tina hesitated only a moment. After another loving stroke across her clit that overshadowed the lingering alcohol burn, she said:

“I love it. Please. Hurt me more.”

“Good fuck pig.” Pauline nodded to her aunt, who selected a bigger needle. Longer.

With each subsequent question, she was pricked, then pleasured, then praised. She repeated phrases as she was told, her mind swimming in artificially enhanced seas of dopamine and serotonin, light and colors playing in front of her eyes, the garage only half-seen in a foggy blur. There was only the beautiful voice in her ear and the sensations in her pussy flowing into each other, rebounding off of each other. Pain to pleasure to love to pleasure to pain and back.

“You love being hurt.”

Stinging pain, worse than before.

“OWW!”

Panting.

Strobing lights pricking through lids into her closed eyes.

“Say it.”

“I love being hurt.”

Pleasure, foggy, dulled, swelling.

“You want to be hurt.”

Searing pain, this time further inside. Her inner cunt lips.

She made a small whine.

Breathing was suddenly difficult.

“I… I want to be hurt.”

A kiss to her lips by her sister, a stroke across her clit by her aunt. Electric pleasure running through her chest and limbs.

“You are a useless rape hole.”

A sting. Different, outside but inside too. So strange.

“Aaaahhh ah ah… Ah’m.. a.. useless rape… rape hole.”

This time, Carla had switched to smaller needles again, but was now not only piercing them through her cunt lips, which were already decorated with a handful, but pinning her labia open, directly to the flesh surrounding her holes. Her cunt hole, with the hymen visible, was fully exposed soon, as well as her urethra. Only a tiny trickle of blood escaped from some pricks. Expert work.

Another four rounds had followed and the pussy of Tina was perfectly on display, glistening silver, and everything was burning. And tingling. A deep pain, but the things she was made to say bounced through her head like a bin of mad rubber balls had been upended in there.

“I am meat.” “I need to be punished.” “I need to be used.” “I want to be broken.” “Please break me.” “I love being embarrassed.” “I love serving.” “Please hurt me.” “I am a sow.” “I want to be slaughtered.” “I am just a toy.”

Her head spun; her vision was swimming.

It was all too much. Pleasure kept drifting into pain, her sister speaking into her ear, into her mind, telling her what to do. What to think. What to be. Her clit throbbing, everything around it burning and pinching. A women, broken by hammers, glad to be meat.

Finally, Carla looked up and lightly stroked Tina’s trembling thigh.

“Okay snuff meat, tell me, do ya want me to break yer bladder?”

“Whu- wha- my… bladder?”

“Yup. I’ve got a verrry long needle here.”

She held up a long, wickedly curved, glistening metal spike.

“That will go… here.”

She pressed the tip of the spike next to her niece’s pee hole, eliciting a mewling whine and a delicious shiver.

“If I push it in here, very precisely, and turn it just right, I’ll stick it directly next to the nerve cluster that controls your bladder’s sphincter. As long as it is in, it will press on the root of it, disabling it. Ya won’t have control of when ya pee. It’ll just splash and dribble out. A nice little punishment for a dirty little pig, don’tcha think? If I do it right, it’s reversible. Just pull it out again, very precisely, and everything works as before. If I slip and cut the nerve, or leave it too long, it could be permanent. Ya would need diapers, forever. Constantly stink like piss.”

Tina breathed harder as a flutter went through her chest.

“I need t’ focus now, so don’t make any noise and ‘specially don’t fucking move. Got it, piss pig?”

Tina nodded, making her vision swim, her eyes darting up to look at the only constant point of focus: her bruised form in the reflection above. Metal glistened where she could make out her burning pussy through a slight halo of bright light, flitting through the corner of her eyes constantly.

“I’ll put it in anyway, but I wanna know: Do ya trust me to do it right? Do ya want me to do it?”

Tina did not answer. Her chest heaved and she shivered.

“Do ya deserve this punishment?”

“I’ll count to three, if ya don’t answer, I’ll make it hurt a lot more.”

“One.”

Tina looked sideways at her sister for reassurance, but she just smiled cruelly, one hand slowly pressing between her legs and rubbing the crotch of her shorts.

“Yes, or no? Two!”

Tina was gapsing now at the pressure of the needle.

“No please, Auntie! Please wait! I don’t kno-“

“Three. Too late.”

Tina felt a sting just like the two dozen or so times before. Remembering the warning somewhere in the back of her mind, she tensed up and tried not to breathe.

As she very slowly pushed in the needle, her aunt started to lick and suck her clitoris and all over her cunny hole and urethra. It was a new feeling. Intense. Relentless. Her breath caught.

She almost screamed.

Then she also felt a weird burning numbness in her crotch, deep inside. Her aunt stopped licking and bit her clit, hard, a feeling numbed by the ketamine so much it felt more like a low, humming pulse than pain, before pulling back.

At the same time, the strange feeling of the needle changed. A sense of pressure and a loss of pressure. Hot wetness. Everywhere.

Tina came. Her hips bucked wildly upwards, as a golden spray, which her aunt only barely dodged, arced through the air and splashed into the bin under her and over her aunt’s hand that had been holding the final, long, curved needle in place.

Tina’s trembling back was still arched a little over five seconds later, as both her relatives looked at each other, impressed, then at her with intense lust in their eyes. She slowly lowered back down, her ass resting in the impressive puddle of piss she had just released. A slow trickle was still escaping from her peehole, burning as it ran over the punctures.

“Damn, too slow. Got some on my hand ‘n’ arm.” Carla complained. “Getting too old for this shit.”

As Tina slowly caught her breath and came back to reality, Pauline smiled.

“I told you earlier, she’s a lovely piss licker. Just let her clean you.”

Carla shrugged and stepped up to her younger niece’s head and unceremoniously stuffed as many of her piss-soaked fingers into the panting kid’s mouth as she could.

“Go on, impress me, rape meat.”

Carla then flicked her free index finger against Tina’s sensitive, pulsing clit.

That jolted her into action and she instinctively, despite only half-understanding what was being said through a strobing pain and light and sound in her head and between her legs, started sucking with wild abandon.

She gagged once, twice. The pee was much more pungent today and stinging when it touched the sore spots in her mouth. But auntie wanted her to do it. So, she did. Also, her head felt real empty and woolly when she just sucked. It felt… Good.

“Oh my. Pauline, yer a lot of things, but not a liar. She’s a fucking natural.”

Carla experimentally moved her hand back and around so Tina could clean what spots she had not been able to reach yet.

“Delirious but still serving. Suh-weeeet.”

Again the 9-year-old pigslave’s tongue darted all over the skin presented to her and hunted for every last drop.

When Carla was cleaned up, she set about slowly removing the needles from her plaything’s cunt.

For Tina, each removed needle was a painful sting, then a massive relief, then a mild burning. She shivered each time, in ebbing and flowing ecstasy and pain, with colors swirling in her mind while the room she actually saw blurred, her own twitching form in the mirror above her an unrecognizable mess of pink skin and black lace and blue and purple bruises a seemingly melting mess of a blonde braid that changed with each ecstatic toss of her head.

It was like the wave of her orgasm was still washing around in circles in the pool of her mind, just sweeping away all thought with each new sensation of pain and relief.

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Pauline leaned back, stretching her hands above her head, as Carla reached for the final needle, the one making their little toy incontinent.

“Man, that was hard work. Smells way too much like piss in here. Carla, let’s do something else for a minute. ‘S getting late anyway.”

Her focus broken, Carla pulled her hand back and looked out the high garage windows at the low sun, then at her watch.

“Ah, cock. Yer right. It IS gettin’ late. Important appointment at eight. Hafta go for today, but I’ll be back tomorrow. Ya can keep my equipment for now, but don’t break anything while I’m away. ‘Specially not her. Hey, Piggy! TINA! You there?”

Carla hit Tina on the inside of her thigh with a flat hand, not too hard, just enough to jolt her. Another trickle of pee slowly came out and dripped noisily into the flat bin.

“Yeshh…” Tina slurred, not entirely awake or lucid, but slowly seeing and hearing again through the strobing lights and rushing sounds in her head.

“Good, listen. I’ll leave the needle in. Don’t have time for a careful extraction right now. Don’t mess with it, don’t move it, don’t hit it, don’t try to pull it out yerself. Could damage it permanently. Just leave it in and piss wherever until I’m back tomorrow, okay? Ya hear me? No touching that!”