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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!

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Jem stood naked and quaking as she faced The Box.

The Box was two meters high, one meter wide and half a meter deep, build out of transparent titanium armor half a centimeter thick. Almost a meter up the front side was a large circular hole. She'd seen The Box before, but she'd never guessed at its purpose. Never fathomed it would be used for punishment detail.

The sergeant stood before her, and all around her were the slight shimmers, like heat waves off the baking asphalt, that she knew were squad mates in chameleonwear. She swallowed hard.

"Private Jem Barmfager! Get in The Box!" The sergeant's order was crisp.

Jem hesitated, trembling. In the last two days, her breasts had been used to clear over three hundred mines, been hit by lightning at least four dozen times, been shot more times than she wanted to count, been stomped... all without any chance to recover. They hurt so badly it was a miracle she could stand. Every breath made her tits surge with mind-rending agony â€" so much that she strove to take the littlest breaths possible. "Please, serge..." Her voice trembled, pleading, nearly a whisper. "...my breasts! I can't take any more..."

The sergeant's stern face was touched by the slightest of sneers. "You'll find you're wrong about that." Then that face transformed into impatient near-rage. "NOW GET IN THE BOX!"

With an obedient whimper, Jem walked forward, slowly to try to minimize any movements of her breasts, and climbed into the transparent cell.

"Prisoner, about face!"

Jem turned to face the opening, careful not to let her tits brush the metal insides of The Box.

"Team Alpha, plate one!"

A half-circle of transparent titanium came floating into view, the handles on the front obviously being held by chameleonwear-hidden soldiers. It was lifted into the circular opening where it locked into grooves in the cut wall, closing the hole up to a level about halfway up her breasts.

"Team Beta, situate the prisoner!"

Jem cringed at the order. But when she saw the two pairs of pliers suddenly appear, seeming to magically float in midair, she panicked! As the pliers came towards her, she fell back, her tail and ass slamming against the back of The Box. There was nowhere to run to! The pliers dove into The Box, clamping down their hard, unforgiving metal jaws on her exceptionally sensitive and hurting nipples! Black, horrible, sheering PAIN detonated through her nubs, causing Jem's body to jump as she let out a heartbreaking scream!

The pliers pulled up and out, lifting and stretching her tits until she was pressed flush against the inside, the base of her breasts pulled over the lip of the opening. Excruciating torture ripped through every fiber of her breasts! Blindingly intense needles of pain lanced through her crushed, stretched nipples! Jem thrashed her head back and forth, shrieks of pain emptying her lungs as fast as she could fill them.

"Team Omega, plate two!"

The other half of the missing circle appeared. Invisible teammates set it into place. The transparent metal plate crushed down on Jem's stretched tits, pinching them tight in a gap between the plates less than two centimeters high. The pliers released her nipples, her breasts snapping back as a cruel new wave of agony belted through her mammaries.

Sobbing and gasping for breath, Jem stood pressed against one side of the transparent wall, her tears streaking it. Her heavy, beautiful breasts bulged on the other side, pulsing hard with pain. Invisible lines of fire seared across her nipples and areola where the pliers had gripped.

The sergeant stepped forward to address her. He opened his mouth, but the sound she heard was the buzz from his communicator. The sergeant paused, looking annoyed at the interruption, then turned and walked away, talking into his comm. She overheard him saying "Corporal.... What for?... And what are we doing about it?... I'll be there." The sergeant snapped off his comm and strode back to her.

"Well, it looks like you get a moment's reprieve, Private." The sergeant's voice was loud and clear. "I have to go deal with something. I'll be back in ninety minutes, and then we'll continue your punishment detail!"

The sergeant turned and strode away to his hoverjeep. A moment later, Jem was standing in The Box, staring out at an empty parking lot.

But not really empty. Jem was not truly alone. A realization that hit home when the brutal sledgehammer shimmered into existence! As it rose into the air, Jem shook her head, pleading pitifully, "no... oh please no!"

The ten-kilogram steel head swung with terrifying force and hit home squarely on Jem's right breast, mashing the swollen orb against The Box with resounding force! Unbelievable pain exploded through her breast, agony blasting through her body, setting every nerve alight! Jem thrashed her naked body against the transparent wall, her muzzle opening give a plaintive howl.

Powerful, invisible arms lifted the sledgehammer high, and even before Jem's scream ended, the heavy metal head came down across the top of her left tit! The blow deformed her breast, crushing and stretching it, then sending it bouncing violently. Bright lights burst across her vision; the raw power of her agony stabbing through her brain and roaring in her ears. Jem's howl rose into a high-pitched shriek before finally breaking. She sucked in a deep breath of air, and let it out in a wail of tortured lament.

The air outside The Box seemed to shimmer as the sledge-wielder held the powerful hammer's head low and spun in place to build momentum before swinging it in a savage upward arc to connect with the soft underside of Jem's right breast. The blow wrenched her boob upwards, her breastflesh rippling with the force of the impact as the brutally unyielding head smashed its way up through the barrier of her supple flesh.

Jem's breasts bounced wildly in opposite directions. Her screams devolved into loud, wretched, pain-drenched sobs. The sledgehammer's head came to rest on the ground, its handle upright, as the sledgehammer was pass from one set of invisible arms to another.

"s-s-Stop!!" Jem wailed as the massive hammer was hefted up again. "oh god please STOP!!!" Her large, tearful eyes plead with her unseen assailants, heart-wrenching supplications for mercy spilt out of her mouth with every pain-soaked, warbling breath. But her begging fell on deaf ears; the cruel sledgehammer lifted up once more.

With brutal accuracy, the monstrous hammer arced through the air to slam mercilessly against its vulnerable, helpless targets. For ninety minutes -- relentlessly, mercilessly, attacking from every angle! Sometimes hitting square on one of her bountiful orbs. Sometimes striking across both, sending them knocking into each other as they bounced. From above, below and to the side. Sometimes purposefully crushing part of a breast while making the rest bulge with the pressure.

Again, and again, and again, and again!