A Story of Extreme Torture and Transformation

Alright – this forum has motivated me to give writing a story a shot. I haven’t penned one quite like this before, and I’m wide open to all suggestions. I’m not entirely sure how good it’ll turn out, but it definitely pushes the character beyond what any normal person could endure (or at least that’s my belief). It involves some extremely intense torture that would be a bit much for me personally, but it is still a story. It began rather lightly; I was thinking of keeping it that way, yet somehow my thoughts drifted into uncharted territory.

Hopefully you enjoy it and I’d love to hear your comments:

I had just turned 23 when I landed a job as the networking ‘geek’ at a telemarketing firm. On my first day, I immediately noticed that most of the staff were young women aged roughly 18 to 25. I thought to myself how perfect this situation could be.

My initial days were spent meeting various colleagues, and I was already sizing up who I wanted to ask out. After acclimating to my role for a few weeks without rushing things, I began making moves. I wanted time to soak everything in and understand the personalities of the women interested me.

After several weeks, I really started warming up to Natalie. She was an attractive redhead, about 5’6”, slim with a lovely smile. She dressed well, typically wearing skirts or trousers, and had an impressive shoe collection. It seemed she was the ‘ring leader’, always plotting mischief and playing practical jokes.

A few days passed since I decided to make my move, though I wasn’t sure how to approach her. I kept weighing different options for asking her out when I ran into her after work at a bar near our office. We started chatting, then talking more, then even more. The ice was broken and we got along wonderfully.

After sharing some drinks, I offered to walk her home since it was getting late. She mentioned she lived too far away for us to drive together but would take a cab. Then she asked if I’d like to come back with her. I eagerly accepted, and we hopped into the taxi to head to her place.

Once at her apartment, she offered me a drink, which of course I took. After sipping for a few minutes, I felt drowsy. Before I realized what was happening, I passed out completely.

When I regained consciousness, the room was pitch black and I had a mild headache or hangover feeling. As I tried to move, I discovered myself bound spread-eagle on a hard surface. Panic set in slightly; I attempted to call out but found my mouth gagged. I shifted around to test my restraints and identify what they were made of. They appeared to be heavy shackles, and I could hear the chain rattling as I moved.

After what felt like hours, the door opened and Natalie entered. She removed the gag and instructed me not to speak unless questioned. After checking if I was alright, I started getting loud, demanding release. A few clicks sounded, tightening my bonds further. She declared, ‘You are on a spreader; do not argue with me.’ When I raised my voice again, she tightened the shackles more. I asked for a drink, but she replied, ‘No, you don’t get one yet.’ Then she reminded me to only answer questions and not ask them myself. More clicks echoed as I felt my body and limbs stretching out until I could barely move at all. Suddenly, I felt her reach down and begin massaging me. She brought me right up to the edge of an orgasm but stopped just before it happened.

Then came more clicks; everything tightened further, and a light ache began to set in deeply. She forced the gag back into place and locked it securely. Stepping out for a moment, she returned with a stainless steel plug attached to a wire. Reaching below, she maneuvered the plug into position and pressed it home. It was very cold, as if taken from the freezer, causing me to squirm.

I heard her flip a switch, and within seconds electrical stimulus pumped through the plug. The zapping drove me crazy. She whispered in my ear – ‘I know you must be hungry and thirsty, but look here: you need to become smaller.’ With that said, she left the room.

I lay there feeling shocks tremble through my body, trying to squirm against my bonds. Every time I was about to climax from the stimulus, it would cease, allowing me to relax briefly. It was driving me insane with no escape in sight. Days seemed to pass until Natalie returned. She came into the room and asked how my last 24 hours had been. I grunted through the gag.

She removed the gag again and inserted a straw. I drank continuously until not another drop would come up. Then I requested food, but felt the gag forced back in quickly. By now raging with hunger and needing sleep, the stimulus from the plug prevented restful slumber. I heard Natalie leave once more.

The following day she returned and released some of my stretching by a few inches. My limbs could move slightly, though escape was impossible. Due to all the pulling and extending, much sensation had left my body and extremities. The straw went into my mouth again for another drink; this time it tasted like a yogurt shake or similar beverage. At least I was getting sustenance.

Time blurred further until I lost track of days entirely. Natalie entered the room once more. She untied the gag, then pulled out the plug for the first time in days, quickly placing a pan beneath me. She loosened my bonds, and although I considered running away, I realized how weak I was; without her help, I couldn’t even stand properly. She guided me to the shower where fresh water felt wonderful.

The shower restored some energy, allowing me to walk somewhat, though not enough for escape. Stepping onto a scale, she noted my weight loss of nearly 15 pounds. Escorting me back to the same room, I begged her not to put me on that rack again; she said she had no plans to do so currently.

Back in the room, she seated me in a chair centered there. Still quite weak and unable to offer much resistance, I felt shackles being reattached to my wrists, then watched as chains lifted my hands upward via a ceiling-mounted mechanism with a crank wheel. My hands ended up over my head while I remained seated.

I sensed her sliding boots onto my feet; heels were definite. Gathering what energy I had left, I looked down and noticed 5” stiletto boots being zipped shut. She continued cranking the handle higher, pulling me upright until I was standing naked in the middle of the room wearing those evil high-heeled boots.

She walked out but this time left the lights on. Gradually, they grew brighter, flooding the room with light. Keeping my eyes tightly shut to avoid pain from the brightness, after what felt like an hour, leg pain intensified; hours later I was just trying to stand rather than hang by my wrists, shifting weight back and forth. Exhaustion set in rapidly as energy dwindled.

The door opened again, and slowly opening my eyes, I saw the lights had dimmed. Vision still blurry due to adjustment issues, but I heard Natalie conversing with another girl nearby. Feeling increasingly embarrassed now that this was happening, their whispers were indistinct until they began measuring various parts of my body, including private areas.

As they departed, all I could hear was ‘It will be ready in about 3 days,’ followed by Natalie saying ‘Don’t worry, she will arrive soon.’ My

My heart skipped a beat when I heard her say that.

A little while later, Natalie returned to the room and fed me another unpleasant yogurt shake. I tried speaking to her, but she said nothing, just commanding ‘drink’.

I remained stuck in this awful standing position. It must have been at least a day by now, and my body had passed the point of no return. I hoped that after finishing my drink, she would let me down. I was beginning to think the stretch rack was actually better than this situation. At least there, I could fall asleep, unless she had inserted that dreadful plug.

I thought I had drifted off a few times, but each time I started to lean only on my wrists, a loud buzzer would go off and wake me back up. This cycle continued for some time after I reached the point of no return; my body couldn’t take any more and desperately needed sleep. Just as I was at the brink of passing out completely, Natalie came in and lowered me back into a chair.

She helped move me to a comfortable spot on the floor, and I passed out cold. This was the first time she had allowed me any comfort since waking up after being drugged. However, I was woken again by the feeling of my shackles being lifted once more. I managed to get into a standing position and heard Natalie talking to the other girl again. Just as I was about to speak, I felt cold steel wrap around my body. They worked together to clamp a metal corset onto me. It crunched my frame down until I could barely breathe. Then, for the first time, I saw the other girl standing in front of me. She was one of the girls who worked in the office.

I felt her attaching a tube to my penis and then experienced several large pinches that sent waves of intense pain through me. I screamed into my gag. She looked at Natalie and said, ‘The piercing pins should keep this in place quite well. If you ever need to remove the chastity tube, it will require surgical removal. The pain she is feeling will subside in a few days.’

She then proceeded to lock the rest of the chastity device between my legs, keeping me all tucked in and appearing female from the front. She secured a metal collar around my neck, and I heard the lock click shut. She told Natalie that it was set up with a medium-level tamper shock should I attempt to get out.

Then everything went quiet, and everyone left the room. I was left standing there with a throbbing pain in my groin. A short while later, Natalie came back into the room. She lowered me down again and locked me back into the chair. Another girl entered and began setting up her equipment. At this point, I had no idea what I was in for, but I was broken; it didn’t matter anymore.

I felt her starting to work on my face, near my eyes. She continued down to my lips and then moved to some other areas of my face. My head ached from all the treatment she gave me. While she worked, I realized that I hadn’t shaved once since arriving here and wondered why.

When she was finished, Natalie got a mirror and showed me my perfect permanent makeup. She thanked the women, and they left.

Natalie came back to the room and removed the boots she had locked onto me for days. She cleaned me up and gave me a very comfortable pedicure, followed by a manicure with a nice shade of red nail polish. I then felt her working on my hair, and when she was done, it had a girly style to it. It had grown quite long since I was brought here.

Natalie then brought in a maid’s uniform and helped me get dressed. She explained all my new duties as her slave maid, noting that any attempt at escape or tampering would result in the collar delivering its full electrical strength, sending me right to the ground in pain.