Her words poured into me like a thick glucose drink. Just pouring into my psyche and then staying there. Tumbling around. The words filled me with dread and yet at the same time the words hinted that I was maybe in some way going to be re-united with Maisie and not solely from the inside of a barred cage. At the thought of that I back-scraped my hoof on the floor, a sign of joy, of pleasure, and the two sadists smiled. They liked that. I thought, even though I knew what I was doing, that it was wrong. I was being animalised, dehumanised by these women and they were enjoying that aspect as much as the infliction of the terrible, terrible pain they were able, with ease to pile on me. Maisie was walking on the spot. Her eyes had flicked to me as I had been taken out of the cage. I felt a shiver first and then the contact with Maisie's eyes. That had sent a shiver down the core of my spine, but also a shiver as I was taken from the closer security of the cage into the bigger building proper. That shiver of being taken out like a sign that I was becoming institutionalised in that place. Like being in the cage was the safest thing for me. Secure, warm and womblike. I remembered being caged for the first time. The absolute horror, the degradation of it. Being 'caged' like some animal by another woman. With yet another woman looking on. The awful debilitating degradation of feeling those eyes watching me and enjoying my downfall. But that was back then. That was not long after I had come to Hope Farm. That was way back when all of this other world stuff was new to me. That pure demoralising act of being caged. Being led into a cage by another human being. Creating an immediate level on which I existed. But now being taken out of that cage and into the larger room proper. I wanted to scoot back in. To cower in the corner but I couldn't do that. I was being guided by Julia's hand. I couldn't go against that guiding, I would suffer in ways I would rather not think about if I did that. Maisie's eyes, I could feel them. Following me. Her not faltering from the high steps she was taking. I caught a whiff of something, like a pureness as she seemed to absorb her own horror with ease. My eyes roamed through their little slits, over Maisie. The pain was crucifying me, but also that little clench of the thighs. Just a little clench trying to give myself some pleasure as my nostrils twitched. Being so close to her I could smell her. I could smell my little sister. It was almost like I was smelling her intimacy as it was dripping from her sexuality. And there it was dripping from her sex. Dripping from between her legs. Dripping, and then dripping some more. My nostrils twitching with that then twitching some more. My face creasing up in another mask of pure pain as the cramps hit again. I had to stop, double up from the cramps. Somehow it didn't matter that doubling up meant that the weight of my breasts increased yet again thus magnifying that pain. The cramp pains at that precise time were worse. I had to swallow one lot of pain to both breasts in order to at least try to ease the cramp pains. The ying and the yang effect. I could feel the pressure inside me. The pressure that the oily stuff and the plugs fitted to my tubes created. It caused pressure on all of my internals. I could feel the pressure on my cervix and colon and then at all of the intimate feminine stops in between. The little membrane of flesh that existed between my anal tunnel and vaginal one was just that, a membrane. Almost completely translucent such was the amount of stretching that I had been subjected to. It felt like the tubes, the anal tube and the vaginal one were rubbing up together deep inside of me. It felt like they were one inside me. But I knew there was just that membrane of flesh there, separating them. And I knew that that piece of flesh, that almost insignificant piece of flesh had been worked on and adapted and modified as well. There was a wet groan that came from my inner being as I got used to my height and gait again.

 

"Mmmmmmm nnnngggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhggghhhhhhhh."

 

At first the 'agony' as I was able to stretch my spine for the first time in what seemed an age, almost paralysed me. The hoof-boots though, forcing the other stance. The animal like one. Making my steps exaggerated, slightly swinging steps. I should have been relieved a bit but wasn't. What little relief there was was counteracted by the ever increasing pressure inside of me. And it was ever increasing. My body fighting and complaining to expel the alien substance that was causing it havoc. I stood up and felt my back form the natural concave arch with my latexed ass jutting out backwards. I knew what I must look like and I knew the eyes were on me I could feel them. Oh god I could feel both sets of eyes, the Bitch's and Julia's eyes just watching me. My legs splayed, hoofs a little way apart on the floor. Because of my stretched and modified intimacies my gait radically altered. My legs apparently set wider on my hips. Thighs parted though not bowed and where thighs met groin a weird reconstructive set up which saw my ass and my cunt, gaping black, stretched holes within full view. Especially so from the rear view. I took adjustment steps and at the same time turned a slow circle. Something inside me, inside my head told me that I should offer my captors the best and the most explicit view of myself. I don't know what made me think like that. Maybe it was another sign of the institutionalisation that I was feeling. Maybe just it was my mind and body accepting that I was now existing for the 'pleasure' of others. That in fact I was an owned 'creature' with no rights. Or no control over any aspect of my life. That can have been the only explanation why I turned, almost on the spot, to 'show myself' to these two women. I didn't look at them, I didn't feel that I had the right to do that. Its true that is what I felt; that I didn't have the right to raise my eyes and look even in the direction of the two women, let alone into their eyes. Even the thought of the slightest eye contact with either was enough to almost send me over the edge. I couldn't even bring myself to look at Maisie. Somewhere in my diminishing mind I had thought that if I look at her, if our eyes met, that she would then KNOW that I had all but given up. I just felt that if that happened, if there was the slightest hope left in her that we would escape this place, then she would KNOW that I had given up and that I had let her down. Those thoughts I fought with. I fought with every ounce of my being. But I knew that I had given up. Or at the very least that the last little tiny bits of my will were simply draining away. Or dissolving inside that alien liquid that was torturing my femininity and turning my mind to mush.