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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's breasts BURNED. Abuse upon abuse had been heaped upon them, layers upon layers of unbearable pain. Even now, the light current that washed over her heavy orbs agitated the agonies seared into her tits by high intensity lasers. Small wires dug into her tender and profoundly hurting nipples. A placard lay heavily against the underswells of her hurting mammaries, the light pressure intensifying their gruesome pain, leaving Jem gasping for air.

The sign was simple:

PLEASE BE GENTLE. IN THE LAST FOUR DAYS, THESE TWINS HAVE BEEN DRAGGED OVER GRAVEL, STRUCK BY LIGHTNING, MANGLED BY DOGS, FRIED BY LASERS, SHOT AS TARGET PRACTICE AND USED TO CLEAR MINES. THANK YOU. --ALPHA COMPANY.

No mention of the forced jogging, the stomping, the sledgehammer, the sniper rifles or the Jericho. Those were either considered too insignificant to mention, or were private cruelties â€" secrets between her breasts and their brutal unseen tormentors.

The signature was punctuated with a smiley face.

Jem lay on her back, her arms tied behind her, the bindings fastened to a ring which in turn was bolted into a concrete block buried in the dirt floor beneath her. Once again, Jem's boobs had once again been painted with target paint â€" she was the beacon. A small metal device attached between her shoulder blades regulated the current being sent into the paint... and the flesh underneath it. The radiance pierced through her pain-clinched eyelids.

For now, the current was minimal â€" just enough to keep her twins softly illuminated. If she left the base perimeter, the voltage and amperage would increase dramatically, lighting her up enough to be seen clearly for kilometers. Sharree once stated that, even with pain suppression, the full current made her entire bosom feel like it was being poked with sharp needles. She prayed that wouldn't happen! She simply couldn't bear it if that happened! With no pain suppression at all, with how much her boobs had been hurt, how acutely sensitive and hurting all her punishments had left them, just this current was already ungodly.

On top of the rolling waves of unbearable pain, Jem's boobs _BURNED_!

"nnnnNNNNnnnnnnnnnnaaahhhh!!"

Jem wished to retreat into the furthest, darkest part of her mind and hide from the excruciating pain. But her wetware-augmented sensory processing refused to let her. So she gritted her teeth, clinched her eyes, and _suffered_ endlessly!

Until a voice spoke frighteningly close to her. "What the fuck is this?"

A moment later, the sign was pulled away form her, the strings on her nipples yanking hard, stretching the poor nubs before finally releasing them with a snap! Her breasts bounced, blood flowing back fully into her nips, bringing a tidal wave of pain with it. Jem arched her back, her arm bindings pulling taunt against the ring, and let out a femtortured howl!

Jem's eyes flew open. In the glow of her breasts, she could see at least half a dozen members of Echo Company standing over her, green lights blinking on their chests, their faces lit ominously, evilly â€" Jem remembered as a small girl being frightened by adults telling campfire ghost stories, holding their flashlights under their muzzles as they spoke; in the light of her boobs, these faces were horrible like those... only these faces truly did mean her harm!

"Her pain suppressors are off," Jem heard one of them comment. "Obviously," was the wry answer from another. Jem wasn't really listening, however. Her focus was on the largest of them, a massive rhino with arms like tree-trunks. He stepped forward, looming over her, and swung the barrel of a large-caliber minigun directly over her chest...

Then Jem's world exploded!

After the obstacle course, the squad had taken Jem back to the barracks, depositing her almost gently into her bed. Face down, of course. Jem had wailed and screamed and flopped about madly until she could turn herself over. Then she just covered her face with her paws, alternating between sobbing and screaming at all the pain in her knockers.

For a long time, she lay there drowning in agony, each breath stabbing her tits with shards of unspeakable new hurt. It was mid-afternoon before Jem could even comprehend she was in her bunk, in the barracks. The afternoon was bleeding into evening when her bunk received two visitors.

Miguel and Mariann, the two M's, plopped down next to Jem on her bunk, sending a small bounce through the mattress that was echoed in her breasts with a landslide of pain. Jem bit her knuckles, howling into her fists. "Oops. Sorry," Mariann announced cheerfully as she leaned close. "We've been talking. Look, even though you're pretty much a lost beacon already, and you're gonna make it extra hard for us to win tonight... well, it's not entirely your fault. And we're all thankful for your help on the obstacle course. You know, with the dogs." Mariann gave a fleeting grimace, her arm crossing her own breasts protectively for just a moment. "And we have been a little rough on you lately... So we've decided to give you a break. We're gonna totally leave you alone for the rest of the day." She was grinning like she enjoyed being Santa.

After a moment of silence, Miguel confided, "And don't worry about the ‘lost beacon' thing. We've got a plan."

The world exploded around Jem. All around her, the explosives that her squad mates had planted under the floor rent the world with noise and light! The members of Echo company surrounding her were violently thrown in an anarchy of pain and light. The destruction tore apart the floor, releasing the ring binding her on her back. She rolled onto her side, but the weight of one heavy breast against the other brought such overwhelming bursts of black pain that she rolled onto her back again, screaming!

When she finally pulled herself through her agony, she became aware of other screams. One member of Echo company, a jackass, was holding his leg and howling. Even with pain suppressors, these explosives _hurt_. The monitor on his chest was flashing red â€" he was "dead". He was out of the game, he would not be allowed to continue and he could not be captured. Jem doubted he cared much about either at the moment.

Most of the others were flashing red too. The plan had been a trap. And she had been the bait.

And the plan was mostly successful. Only two of the Echo squad who had infiltrated this base were still in the game. In one corner, a bunnygirl was screaming as she tore herself out of burning pants; her light was still green â€" assuming it wasn't malfunctioning, she must have barely caught the periphery of the explosion. And looming over her, looking extremely pissed, was the rhino! The floor beneath him was intact, one of the explosives had failed.

"Girl!" His voice, dripping menace, was calm and smooth as glass. In that word, he promised whole new worlds of hurt. He didn't need to say anything more.

With that, he kicked her breasts... (It was like being punted by a tree trunk! Explosions of punishing agony burst through her breasts, a paroxysm of suffering blasting her mind apart! Her tears flew everywhere!) ...rolling her over, and reached down to grasp her bindings, hefting her up like an oversized, screaming suitcase.

Motioning for the (now pants-less) bunny to follow, he marched quickly out of the base. The moment they crossed the threshold, Jem's tits lit up like miniature suns...

It was as if all of history's greatest thunderstorms had coalesced to play inside the torture-sponges of Jem's bosom!

"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!"

Jem let out one shrill, primitive howl after another, her body racked in convulsive agony, her eyes clinched shut against the hundred-thousand white-hot lances stabbing through her tortured, pain-swallowed breasts, each driving into the core of her tits and then exploding into an electrical apocalypse!