Jem's Bad Week (Part 9)
#10 of The Jem Snippets
The Jem Snippets
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"The Jem Snippets" is a cooperative set of stories written by myself (Kkatman) and Portentous1975.
Set in a futuristic boot-camp, these stories chronicle the ongoing sufferings of Jem's breasts. The original snippets were very short and deliciously cruel bits written by Portentous1975. With his permission, I continued the tales in a slightly more story-like format, with snippet-like mini-chapters. I hope to post these in that format. The project is ongoing.
Fair warning and disclaimer: these stories are wicked, and the hurt that befalls Jem's breasts is brutal. Due to fantastical sci-fi elements, there is no blood or real damage. Likewise, this story involves no yiffing. Remember: this is fantasy, not reality. And in fantasy, sexual torture is hot!
Enjoy!
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Jagged rocks slashed and tore under Jem's horrifically crushed breasts, her nanite-granted dermal armor saving her tits from damage but not sparing her an iota of the agony as the gravel path tried to flay her boobs. The friction made her breasts burn like they were dipped in the heart of the sun!
Even mitigated by the best pain suppressors, each second of such treatment would be unbearable agony! Without any at all, Jem's pain was apocalyptic!! She thrashed and contorted as much as The Box would allow her, bellowing sounds of broken, feminine, animal pain that could make demons weep.
The torture lasted eternities. She'd lost all track of time. Her only measurement of its passing left to her was the occasional transition between the gravel path and the sun-baked asphalt roads.
The roads brought their own horror. The hovertank glided harmlessly over traffic spikes. When they hit the triangular plate attached to the front of The Box, they lifted The Box several inches off the ground, lifting much of the ungodly weight off her chest and allowing her breasts to regain a some of their shape... only to have those metal spikes claw through her boobs, and to have The Box once again slam down, smashing her boobs brutally back onto the pavement!
Jem's punishment detail lasted eleven hours. Each hovertank driver took his or her time with the task, occasionally speeding up to a brisk seventy-five kilometers per hour, sometimes dropping to a mere twenty-five â€" the latter particularly in on the roads, where the hovertank would always detour from the path to hit every set of traffic spikes on the forward base!
About midway through the hellish eternity that Jem's punishment detail had become, the hovertank stopped. Mistakenly thinking it was over, she bleated an agony-saturated sound of thanks. Her eyes could not see through her tears, and her ears could not hear through the pounding of her pain, but the nerves in her breasts were so alive and raw that she could _feel_ when they disconnected the triangular plate from the front of The Box and then remounted on the back. She felt the slight vibration when the hovertank's tow cable was detached and again when it was relocked to the opposite end behind her feet.
The hovertank started moving again. The tow cable pulled taunt and dragged the back end of her prison around in an excruciating spin! Even in the depths of her pain, Jem somehow realized that "twelve laps around the track _both ways_" hadn't meant clockwise and counter-clockwise, but rather dragged so the tops of her breasts got the brunt of the punishment and dragged so the underswells did!
The hovertank stopped twice more towards the end. After her twenty-four laps had been completed, the squad members in the tank decided to add two bonus laps, refitting the triangular plate and tow cable first to the left side of her transparent prison for a lap, and then to the right. At the end of the final, twenty-sixth lap, the tank operator gunned the thrusters and veered off the track, speeding up to nearly one hundred kilometers per hour before executing a sharp turn, letting The Box slide past and hitting the cable release a split-second after the tow-line yanked taunt! Jem's prison whipped into a flat spin, whirling around as it tore high-speed through over a hundred meters of barren field filled with rocks and cactus.
Jem's journey ended when The Box slammed into a rock too large to plow under. The impact uprooted most of the rock, the momentum sending the transparent metal cage flipping over the top of it to land with a thud, Jem's indescribably hurting breasts pointed upwards towards the late evening stars, bouncing wildly as they finally regained their proper shape. The purest agony that broke over Jem's bosom as bloodflow ignited her nerves anew was worse than three more laps combined! She let loose a primal howl of such unadulterated female pain that it woke up everyone sleeping on the base.
And then, in a final brutal cruelty, the hovertank drove over her, the energy field that kept it aloft slamming her tits flat one more time with searing hot force.