Jem's Bad Week (Part 2)
#3 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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Jem was the only member of the one-hundred and nine soldier squadron not in proper field dress. The sun broke through the arboretum canopy to lightly dapple the fur of her bared breasts. The squad all stood behind her, watching, save for one who had been ordered ahead.
"Found three over here!" The voice of her squad mate rang through the air. Cold terror washed over Jem. She fought to stand and she tried not to think about what was about to come. She tried reminding herself that she would suffer no injuries. It didn't help. She knew wetware-augmented sensory processing would ensure she felt it all, far beyond what a civilian's mind could handle.
She nearly yelped when the sergeant's powerful hands grasped a hold of her, one seizing her on the back of her neck, the other gripping hold of the ropes binding her arms behind her back, thrusting her breasts forward as he shoved her towards the waiting soldier. Jem obeyed, feeling like she was trapped in a cold, horrific dream. Three feet from the soldier, next to a bright orange flag marking the spot, was the mine. It was a cylinder the size of a man's fist sticking up from the ground. A thin wire ran out of a hole in the top and to a tree close by. Jem knew this model of mine from her training: if you jerk the line, it goes off. If you cut the line, it goes off.
"Clear the area," the sergeant commanded. The soldier promptly gave a "Yes, sir!" and moved back to join the others. Jem's desire to get away was so strong she actually took a step.
"Not you!" the sergeant's voice growled in her ear. The strong hands forced Jem down on her knees, then tipped her forward, manhandling her until her right breast came down directly on top of the mine. She felt the sergeant's knee against the small of her back, his paws driving her against the ground with all his weight. The mine mashed her breast, crushing it against her ribcage. The flesh of her tit bulged around it, completely covering the explosive device. The rim of the hole on its top pressed against her nipple, the wire pulling taunt as it dug into her areola and the skin of her breast.
All she could see was the bush in front of her, but she heard the heavy steps of military boots approaching and the voice of the sergeant. "Cut the wire!" In that instant, horror enveloped her â€" sights and sounds seemed to drop away from her, while every physical sensation honed to a razor edge in agonizing anticipation. She intimately felt the line go suddenly slack.
>>>---!!BOOM!!---<<<
Protective nanites dampened the sound, but it was still enough to leave her ears ringing. Bright light flashed beneath her torso as the entire force of the explosion was channeled into Jem's right breast! The force of the blast was enough to buck her and the sergeant up over a foot off the ground, her breasts coming back down hard, her right breast crashing against the hot, twisted metal of the exploded mine!
The pain that consumed her right breast was unspeakable. And it kept getting worse as the initial shock faded and her mind became aware of the full extent of her hurting! Jem didn't scream... the blow had completely knocked the wind out of her. All she managed was a pathetic, hurt squeak. She wanted to pass out, but standard infantry wetware insured she could not. Instead, she lay still, gasping for air and willing the pain to ease, please, just a little.
She was being hauled to her feet, but her legs didn't want to work. It didn't matter; the sergeant was more than capable of carrying her by her arms and neck.
She saw the second bright orange flag and panicked! Her feet kicked and she struggled to break loose of the sergeant's grasp. But the corporal stepped in and the two of them easily forced her to the ground, the sergeant lifting her torso and pressing it down again so her left chest-melon flattened over the disk-shaped mine, her nipple pressing against its pressure trigger. She knew this kind of mine too. Release the weight, it goes off immediately. Keep the weight on, it goes off in ten seconds.
>>---!!!WHOOOMP!!!---<<
The combined weight of the corporal and the sergeant was almost enough to keep her bosom from leaving the ground. Hundreds of sharp, white-hot shards tried to bury themselves in Jem's left boob; her nano-armor insured they did not pierce the skin, but did nothing to alleviate the torture. Unbearable pain flooded through her breasts and straight into her brain. Jem barely felt herself lifted again. She gasped wretchedly, her eyes were so blurred with tears she didn't even see the next flag.
But Jem couldn't mistake the feeling of the metal cylinder that slid between her breasts as the sergeant pressed her burning tits back onto the ground. Jem thrashed, fighting back, but the heavy weight of her commanding officer held her fast. The corporal bound her breasts with a thick leather belt, squeezing her cleavage until the mine was completely enveloped in the flesh of her boobs.
>>>---!!!POW!!!!---<<<
Brilliant radiance burst from Jem's cleavage, the explosion blasting her tits outward against the straining strap, sending ripples through the flesh of her breasts. Jem belted out a trememdous howl! Shockwaves of pain ripped through her bosom and over her body. The pain in her orbs drowned out everything else, leaving her blind and deaf to her surroundings â€" Jem's world was her tits, and her world was AGONY.
And so she didn't hear the sergeant's next words to the rest of her squad.
"All right, maggots. You see how it's done. Now get to finding those mines. There are enough that you should each find at least two! When you do, flag it and call it. We'll be right over, and Private Jem's twins here will take care of it for you! Move out!"