lice didn’t know where she was, that was all she could think of as the lady in black strapped her down into a very comprehensive set of padded stirrups, and spread her labia, and threaded something inside her urethra like she’d done it a thousand times. She couldn’t protest, they’d already filled her mouth with a foam that had expanded and set, filling her mouth entirely and making it impossible for her to make any noise, or even open her mouth. Over this they’d put a mask of thin leather that covered everything, and only had openings for her eyes and nose. And that wasn’t all—they’d stripped her, even taking off her bra and panties, and put her into a corset that forced her to breathe slowly and steadily. She’d never worn a corset in her life, and it was very difficult.
‘It’s no wonder you have no manners, looking so underdeveloped at your age. One would think you’d never had a proper Governess at all, but nevermind. We’ll do what we can.’
And that was all the warning she got before the warmth started filling her bladder, filling it and filling it until it felt tight and tighter, and she whined, feeling the liquid still force its way in, pushing it bigger, until the corset started to press on it, halting its progress.
The Governess watched her bladder expand, the corset forcing it outward rather than upward, and smiled in satisfaction. ‘Theeeere we are, a nice roundness. Very satisfactory, but we still have to stretch you out.’
Alice didn’t like the sound of that, and could only whimper softly as she felt something push her urethra wider, just wider enough to feel tight and awful, and her bladder was already feeling like it would burst. Was she meant to hold this? Wouldn’t that kill her?
They left her like that, and she must have eventually fallen asleep, because she awoke to her anus feeling warm and loose, and a feeling of warm pressure in her guts. Somewhere nearby, there was a mechanical humming. Her gut felt full and fuller, taut just like her bladder, and they did the same thing, filling it until she felt she would burst, and then leaving her—but her guts started to rumble, to twinge and cramp, and she could only lay there and cry at the inescapable pain, not even able to curl up on herself. And just as she was starting to get used to it, there was a clang, and the pressure increased again. This kept happening, over and over, and she lost track of time.
She didn’t remember blacking out again, but she woke to someone massaging her belly, to the feeling of her holes stretched tight around some plugs, and being pulled to her feet by someone pulling at her nipples.
‘Come on, lazy girl, you have to get some exercise.’
The lady in black made her walk, mincing steps because of the plugs in her urethra and her ass, and the lady in black dressed her up in a bustle and long skirts that tied wide open in the front, making much of how small her tits were.
‘We shall have our work cut out for us, with these,’ she said, tugging at the nipples. ‘I shall have to increase your lade, you are so starved, poor creature. Now, kneel—’ the lady in black pulled Alice down by her grip on Alice’s nipples, and Alice was forced to her knees. ‘There, good girl, and spread your legs.’
When Alice had spread her legs, the lady in black put a chamber pot between them, and reached down to spread Alice’s labia wide, almost painfully, and pulled out the urethral plug; Alice tensed in reflexive shame, but found it did nothing but push the contents of her bladder out faster, and whimpered.
‘There, good girl, we’ll make a Lady of you yet.’
It took a long time for her bladder to empty, and the lady in black held her open the entire time. When she’d finished, she was made to stand up again, and walk back to the bed; she struggled, but it was no use. Once she was strapped up again, the lady in black put larger plugs in her urethra and anus.
‘That was very Obstinate, naughty girl; we’ll have to punish you.’
Alice expected spanking, but she just heard the clang she knew meant she was about to be filled again, and whimpered at the anticipation, feeling the warmth flow into her.
She’d thought her guts had been cramping before, but it was nothing compared to what she felt now. She felt her belly spasming, and was only kept from screaming because of the gag, tears streaming from her eyes at the agony. And yet the pressure increased, inexorable, and she was forced to take more, and more…
This was so much worse than being spanked, this horrible torture. She wondered if being compliant would really make it so it never happened again, or if there were other rules she didn’t know, that she would break. She didn’t want to.
The Governess had given her a punishment dose, and watched with quiet pleasure as the girl was given Consequences for her Obstinance, watched her cry and twitch. She forced the girl to hold it a great deal longer than usual for punishments, but then again the girl had been very disturbingly Bad, as well as having every evidence that she’d never been given any Finishing or Shaping, which meant she was weak of character and needed a stronger hand to break such deeply-held bad habits. Her holes were tight and small as a girl’s, and yet she was ever so much more than sixteen.
After an hour, she had stopped trying to writhe away from the pain, and had accepted it with silent tears. That was progress. The governess had the machine empty her slowly.
‘Are you going to be a good girl?’
A nod.
‘Good, then I think you deserve a nice bath.’
Alice felt a thick, dense, wet brush push into her anus, and the length of it seemed to never end, and her guts felt wretchedly itchy and awful, and she whimpered but tried very, very hard to sit still, to not fight, even though it was terrible. A bath. A brush? Oh god, she realised just before she felt the brush start to move, to spin inside her, and even though she tried, she couldn’t help screaming. Things weren’t meant to scrub her on the inside, surely this was going to—to do something bad, what about her gut flora? Wasn’t this—wasn’t this killing them? Oh god, was the lady in black intending to kill them?
And then the brush started pulling out, and she let her head fall back, breathing shakily, thinking it was over…
And then the brush got all the way to the end, and started pushing back in. Her eyes widened, and she tensed in horror as she felt it brushing all the tender, raw-feeling insides it had just finished scrubbing, all the way in, and then—out again.
How many times was it going to do this? How long until she passed out from the sensation?
She could only count, and clinging to the numbers gave her something to do. In the end, it went all the way in and out twenty times, before pulling out fully, leaving her guts stinging and feeling swollen and horribly itchy.
Something thinner and smoother slid all the way inside her, and she was almost relieved, until the jets of water started, pounding her insides, filling her belly, before pulling out, something holding her anus wide open and the water being pushed out by her spasming body.
‘Good girl, you did very well for that being your first bath. Doesn’t it feel better to be clean?’
She nodded, just in case she was supposed to respond and would be punished for not agreeing.
‘Now, let’s fill you back up so you can get nice and stretched, like a proper young lady… we must train you up, you can’t even fit two gallons yet…’
Two gallons? Two gallons was… was the minimum? Oh god…
Something bigger than before stretched her anus wide, and heavy warmth that was damnably soothing started to fill her up, and up, and she watched her belly expand, swallowing her range of vision, until she felt like more would surely burst her, and yet there was more than that, and just as she thought she was going to pass out, it stopped, and a plug was pushed into her.
‘Good girl, such progress we’ve made today.’
The lady in black rubbed her tits with something that felt warm and tingling, and then left her alone, still strapped to the table. Eventually, she felt drugged into sleepiness, and couldn’t fight it, falling asleep.
‘How is the prisoner?’
‘I’m doing the best I can to catch her up. We’ll be able to make a Masked Lady out of her, at least.’
‘Good, good. Always a shame to waste a girl like that. How big can you make her teats? Functional?’
‘Oh I think so.’
‘It’s so strange to see a girl so old that is so underdeveloped.’
‘Sad, I think. She must be miserable, such a small clitoris and teats, she must not feel any pleasure at all. No wonder she is all anger and obstinance.’
‘When you’ve done all you can, we’ll implant a spider to help the rest along as she’s given over to a Widower. You needn’t develop her ovaries or womb—’
‘I think it would give her Discipline, making her fertile—so long as she was plugged up and only allowed to lay once a week, or perhaps once a fortnight.’
‘Ah, well, do as you can, Governess.’