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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!

PS: Finally done editing... I think. *^.^*

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The exquisite, hellish pain in Jem's boobs was beyond overwhelming.

By the time the squad had finished "unscrewing the lid" and finally let Jem out of The Box, the base's tower clock read past twenty-two hundred hours. Somehow, the sergeant broke through the universe of pure female hurt Jem was lost in long enough to make it clear to her that he expected her to be at reveille in the morning, front and center.

The tiny part of Jem's mind that was still functioning, still doing anything other than processing hurt, accepted that without question. Punishment detail was never an excuse for missing reveille. Normally pain suppressors would be turned back on just a little before, making it reasonably easy, and she couldn't expect them to change the rules just because her pain suppressors weren't due to be turned back on for six more days.

As the magnitude of pain in her breasts quickly began to eat away the focus the sergeant had managed to snap her into, she overheard one of her invisible squad mates request permission to speak.

"Permission granted, soldier."

"Sir, do we have to take her back to the barracks. She's going to whine all night. We'd like to get some sleep."

The sergeant mulled it over, then agreed, "You can put her in the bunk in our guest house. But only if one you is there twenty minutes before reveille to make sure she is up and out on time. Understood?"

"Sir, yes sir!"

"There will be hell to pay if you don't." The sergeant paused, turning to look at her. "And leave her alone tonight."

The "guest house" was an isolated, one-room building behind their barracks. Originally a storage building, the guest house was where they kept prisoners captured during war games with competing barracks on the base. It had thick, soundproofed walls, a single bunk, and no way to open the door from inside. When several soldiers, still wearing chameleonwear, pulled up next to it and hauled Jem out of the transport, there was a little over seven hours before reveille.

Jem protested feebly as they pushed her to the ground on her swollen, mistreated orbs and hogtied her. She tried to kick and fight, but the day's punishments had sapped her of her strength. When they tossed her on the bunk tits first, her ragged moan was ridiculously unequal to the unadulterated hurt. They strapped her onto the bunk. As Jem realized she would not be granted the mercy of laying down face up tonight, she broke into wretched sobs.

Then somebody produced the vision-blocker goggles and strapped them over her head. Far more effective than a mere blindfold, the goggles immediately plunged her into total darkness.

Jem knew immediately what they were doing. It was a tactic the squad had used on a couple of the girls in Echo company last month, to great effect. It was generally believed that when a person loses one of their senses, their others tended to become sharper and more focused. And while that held variable truth in the private sector, it was exceptionally accurate for the new generation of soldiers who had wetware-augmented sensory perception. The nanite-constructed neural processing system compensated for any lost sense by amplifying the remaining senses. Strip away more than one sense and the amplification compounded dramatically. After target practice, the squad would take the Echo company girl and strip away a couple of her senses, causing her pain to intensify overwhelmingly. By the time they removed her blinders, the prisoner would be ready to tell them anything they wanted to know about their rivals plans and tactics.

With the weaker prisoners, like the goat girl they captured last time, the girl completely broke within ten minutes. The strongest ones could take up to half an hour.

There were over seven more hours until reveille!

"NO!" Jem screamed out, pleading, her voice wet with suffering. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no!!! Don't do this!" Even as they strapped the noseplugs about her head and fitted them into her nostrils, she begged desperately, "Please don't!!!" Once fitted into place, the noseplugs cut off her sense of smell entirely.

"Please!!" she tried once more to appeal to their kindness, their mercy! "Not this!! I don't' deserve this!... aaaAAAAAAARRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!!!" The wetware-augmented sensory perception was already adjusting for her blindness, taking all she was feeling and layering it over itself, quickly doubling the intensity of the already apocalyptic agony in her breasts! She opened her muzzle to plead for pity but the words were ripped apart in a hellish scream of pain!

"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

The w.a.s.p. was compensating for her loss of smell! Her agonies multiplied fourfold! The abysmal, soul-raping ---PAIN--- in her tits obliterated her ability to form words in her head, much less speak them.

A stale mist was sprayed into her open, screaming muzzle. Jem's mouth and tongue went numb, killing her sense of taste.

Her pain soared to eight times what it was before!

Jem could not help but hear her own screams, but they sounded like nothing that should come from any creature, much less a sapient woman. And then, they too were gone, cut off by a sound-blocking headset. And suddenly, she was very much alone with nothing but her excruciating mammary pain.

And that pain began to claw its way into a hell sixteen times more intense.