Canvas

Nurse leaned over her project. The body that lay before her, strapped to a surgical table was her canvas to create a perfect slave for her Master. It was originally some skinny new slave whose name Nurse couldn't remember (Megan? Mara? Molly? Something like that). Nurse had modified it over the past year or two (she thought- she had had no way to tell time since coming into her Master's service), both as a gift to her Master and as a challenge to herself.

Its mental modification came in three parts. A simple edging device between its legs kept the canvas on edge for most of its time here. An IV connected to a port on its arm delivered a constantly changing (to prevent building tolerance) regimen of hallucinogenic drugs. The most integral part of its mental modification was a box placed over its head and bolted to the table. The box held its head in a fixed position and contained small speakers on either side of its ears to deliver degrading subliminal messages. Its eyes were kept open with hooks and moistened automatically while violent, degrading porn played on the ceiling of the box.

The constant stimulation combined with the drugs had almost certainly completely obliterated the girl it was before. It would most likely have to relearn how to walk, talk and eat after she was finished with it, but that was a small price to pay for the ability to fundamentally rebuild its personality to serve.

Its physical modifications were quite extensive. The largest change was in its bone structure. Nurse had strategically broken the canvas's pelvis over and over to incrementally widen its hips. She had also removed its bottom two ribs to promote a more hourglass figure. Nurse had also removed most of its intestines. It would be on a liquid diet for the rest of its life (currently administered through a feeding tube), so keeping all of its intestines was unnecessary. Nurse had also removed its womb and ovaries, also unnecessary for its future (and they were so, so tasty, like caviar). Master had no use for breeding slaves at the moment. Removing them also helped narrow its waist.

Nurse had also changed its breasts and ass. Its breasts were hormonally enhanced through tubes embedded deep in each breast, as the slave had originally come with a nearly flat chest and her Master hated implants. Prior to removing its intestines, Nurse had intentionally overfed the canvas to create fat to use elsewhere on its body. Its breasts were implanted with some of the fat, adding size. Hard visceral fat extracted from its body, no longer needed to support its intestines, was also implanted deep into its breasts, providing shape and inner support. The end result was soft, almost natural looking F cups.

The canvas's ass hung out of a hole in the table. Like its tits, its ass had several IVs and wires leading into it. The tubes delivered human growth hormone and testosterone directly into its glute muscles. Electric probes embedded in the muscle stimulated the glutes in two-hour stretches. This process had taken a completely flat ass and transformed it into round, tight perfection. Fat was used to further enhance its ass and hips, creating an extreme contrast with its now tiny waist.

Nurse used anesthetic for most of these procedures, but not all of them. The canvas was destined for at least partial use as a paintoy, so it needed to have a decent amount of pain conditioning, and letting it experience surgery awake was the most pragmatic way to do it. The box over its head was soundproofed, so Nurse never heard any screams. She wasn't sure if they would even be screams of pain or moans of pleasure, the drugs probably blending the two so as to be indistinguishable to the canvas.

Her Master enjoyed novelty. While pussy was absolutely off limits for most of His slaves- Nurse bit her lip for a moment, basking in the knowledge that she was one of the few who got to touch- He had never said His slaves were limited to oral and anal. To this end, Nurse had installed several extra fuckholes in her canvas. There was one in each asscheek, extending into the muscle so it could grip and massage His cock tightly. There was one on the underside of each breast. She had taken care to avoid damaging the milk ducts- just in case. There was even one in its abdomen, in case Master was in a particularly sadistic mood and wanted to stick His cock in its warm, soft, wet guts.

The hardest one to install was the one in its chest, on the left side of its ribs where its bottom two used to be. Nurse had installed a thin, pussy-like sleeve on the inside. When Master's cock was inserted, the canvas's heart would beat directly against His cockhead through the sleeve. She had had to make the sleeve semi-rigid to prevent Master from accidentally bursting the heart, which made installing it around other organs difficult.

After the fuckhole installations, Nurse began removing its pussy. She kept the canvas awake for these procedures, it needed to know the intimate, violating agony and discomfort of the process. Nurse used an ultrasound device to locate the canvas's clit, root included. It needed to be undamaged for future edging. She then cut a small portal into its pubis mound, so she could see the outside of the vagina. Nurse picked up a dremel with a grit lined round bit, and inserted it into the canvas's pussy. Its body tensed and shook against its straps as the bit systematically abraded the skin inside its pussy, carefully going around its g-spot.

As the bit worked its way from the back of the canvas's pussy near its cervix toward its entrance, blood started pouring out of the hole. Nurse had to work quickly or all her work would be for nothing as her project bled out. She took a syringe of viscuous brown fluid, inserted the nozzle, and in one deft motion pumped it all into the tortured pussy. She reached into the incision and with both hands held the pussy walls together until the permanent surgical glue began to set. She inserted a catheter into the urethra so it didn't accidentally clog, put more glue on the pussy's entrance and held it shut until it also started to set. She also used the glue to seal its pubic mound again. Changing to the dremel bit to a sanding disk, she began flaying the canvas's labia, its body somehow reacting even more violently as the skin was ripped from its most private areas. Nurse sewed the mangled lips together and covered them in a mix of surgical glue and a special serum that would help them heal into one smooth patch. The end result would be a bald patch of skin where its pussy used to be, broken only by a small pisshole and a clit.

Out of all the horrors Nurse had inflicted upon her canvas's body, she was proudest of its face. It was easily the most technically difficult part of the whole project, and one of the earliest. Nurse didn't particularly enjoy the face the slave originally had, nor did she think her Master would. She had a solution though. First, she cut off the canvas's old face (anesthetized, unfortunately. Even slight movement was too much risk). She started shaving down the cheekbones and jawline, making them more to her liking. She also slightly reduced the nose cartilage, making it smaller and more buttonlike. In the latest batch of new slavegirls, she had noticed a piece of newly designated snuffmeat. It had no curves and loose holes, hence its designation. When Nurse saw its gorgeous, striking face, however, she knew it would be perfect for her project. She performed a facial removal surgery as part of its snuffing, saving the results for transplant.

The face transplant was one of the few times the box was removed from the canvas's head. It had been a long, difficult procedure, even with the aid of some of the other slaves with medical knowledge. The transplant took with a minimum of difficulties, thankfully, healing by the next time the box was removed, much later.

The occasion for the box removal was twofold. First, Nurse needed to see how the transplant was doing. Second, the original slavegirl had declared herself straight, so the canvas needed bisexuality conditioning, which required intimate female contact. VR goggles playing lesbian porn were affixed over its eyes, and Nurse straddled the canvas. The edging device worked at its pussy, which still existed at the time. Nurse leaned down until her lips were inches away from the canvas's mottled, healing face. She stroked its lips with her finger, making sure the flesh wasn't cold and she wouldn't be making out with necrotic tissue.

Confirming the transplant was healing well, Nurse pressed her mouth against the canvas's and started grinding against its body, feeling empty moans coming from the near-zombified meat below her as the porn and edging machine ramped up in intensity. They would lay there, pressed together, tongues and breath mixing, for what seemed like an eternity. Nurse got up occasionally and turned off the edging machine to let the canvas cool down. If it responded to lesbian porn with signs of arousal, the procedure was a success. If not, it was repeated. It took some time, but eventually the canvas started breathing heavily and becoming wet when it was shown girl-on-girl porn.

Nurse took a deep breath and came back to the present. She examined the flesh of the thing before her. It seemed everything had healed fully. Its figure was perfect, huge, soft tits leading down to a tiny waist and voluptuous, round hips and ass. She removed the box and pulled the feeding tube out of its nose as it stared blankly up at the ceiling. She removed the IVs and wires and started undoing the straps binding it to the table. There was not enough of anything in the canvas's mind to even consider running away. Nurse loaded the limp form onto a gurney, covered it with a sheet and wheeled it to the large chamber where Master spent most of his time.

As she entered the room, she saw Master reclining on a large couch while being serviced by two twin slave girls, one riding his cock with her asshole and the other worshipping his balls and occasionally licking up the shaft that her sister's asshole had just swallowed. Nurse wheeled the gurney in front of him and knelt on the floor, eyes downcast. Master let the girls continue for a little while before he waved them off to the side. He looked at Nurse and commanded her to speak.

“Sir, I know I am to never keep secrets from you, but I have been working on something on my own that I think will please you greatly. May this slut have permission to show her Master?”

“You may.”

Nurse dramatically ripped the sheet off the gurney. “I have created the perfect slave for you!”. She smiled nervously, not sure if her efforts would offset the sin of keeping secrets from her Master. He looked down at her with an eyebrow half-cocked. She rapidly started explaining the slave's features- the fuckholes, the conditioning, the lack of a pussy while still having a clit- and started shaking slightly from nerves. Master stood and walked towards the gurney. Ignoring Nurse's semi-panicked babbling, he started touching the body before him, fondling the breasts and fingering a few of the various holes. He stuck his still-erect cock into one of the breast-holes, stroked the soft meat up and down on His shaft a few times, and withdrew.

He stood for a moment in thought, then grabbed Nurse by the hair on the back of her head. She stood facing him, face inches away, tears of fear starting to leak from her eyes. She had taken such a risk with this, hoping His pleasure would outweigh His ire. Something like keeping secrets from Master had horrible, horrible consequences. Being demoted to snuffmeat was honestly one of the better outcomes. She knew intimately, she had helped create some of those worse outcomes. She looked deep into His eyes, unable to tell what emotion he was feeling.

Just as she was about to piss herself in fear, Master leaned in and kissed her. Time stopped for Nurse. She hadn't kissed anyone other than other slavegirls in so long. Being kissed by her Master, the man she worshipped was...was... Nurse nearly came from the kiss as her Master held her, it was such an overwhelming sensation. She leaned into it as deep and as long as she could, but Master eventually pulled back and looked her in the eyes.

“You've done well. You will have the privilege of sleeping with me in my private chamber for one month. There will be punishment for keeping secrets, but I am pleased enough that it will be nothing permanent.”

Nurse nearly wept in relief and joy. A month with her Master at night instead of the slave quarters was more than she had ever hoped for. She knew she could take the associated punishment. Room privileges were worth almost anything to her. She kneeled down, enthusiastically thanking Master and kissing His feet.

“Get up. Follow me to my private chambers. Bring your creation, we will discuss a name for it and what kind of personality we will create for it.”

Nurse stood up, a grin nearly splitting her face. She took the gurney, still topped with the blankly staring body, and pushed it in front of her, nearly skipping as she followed her Master.