Roxanne (The Extreme Body Mod Clinic)

Chapter 9

The amphitheater.

The doctor knocked at Roxanne's room while she was taking a shower.

He let him in anyway. The doctor waited for him to come out of the cabin and dry himself.

She came out of the bathroom naked, with a towel around her hips still dripping and smiled at the doctor.

- Roxanne, a few months ago, when you had just arrived, I told you about the games we sometimes play here at the clinic.

For this evening I would have organized a show and I would have thought of making you participate, also to introduce you to my friends. I wish you were the star of the evening, but it is only right that you first inquire about what the show consists of. Everything takes place in the amphitheater, the guests, my friends and authentic lovers and lovers of sadomasochistic practices will be present as spectators or they can also take part in the games.

Some girls, among whom you may also be there, will be made available to them to undergo sadomasochistic practices.

I state that all the girls who participate are voluntary, the torture inflicted is real, the pain is intense and prolonged, so it is necessary to feel a strong masochistic desire.

I think you have the right requirements, if you feel like participating I would be happy.

Roxanne was tempted to answer yes right away, but the fear of not being able to endure the pain made her hesitate.

- What kind of torture will I be subjected to?

"They are always different, my guests invent them," the doctor replied evasively.

- And will they also damage my body?

- If I'm honest, this has already happened many times.

My friends let themselves go to excesses and once a girl had one breast torn and another was impaled and torn her sphincter.

Of course, I immediately operated on them and refurbished them, rebuilding the damaged organs.

For you I could make an exception, being the first time you participate. I could inject you with a light dose of anesthetic so as not to feel too much pain, but avoiding the paralysis of your body. Roxanne thought about it for a moment and replied:

- Okay doctor, I'm in. I just hope I don't look bad.

- Don't worry, you will get along very well. This capsule contains one dose of anesthetic.

If you take it now, during the next 24 hours, the drug will be constantly dispensed into your body, easing the pain.

Roxanne took the capsule and swallowed it while the doctor left satisfied.

Towards evening, Valentine visited her in the bedroom.

- I heard you are going to the show tonight, I'm glad because I'll be there too.

- is it the first time you participate? asked Roxanne.

- Are you kidding ! I have been the protagonist of the show for two years, I wouldn't miss it at all in the world.

- Is it exactly at home?

- I can't know that either, the doctor's guests always invent something new. They have an inexhaustible and very perverse fantasy.

- Did they hurt you sometimes?

- Evidently you don't have clear ideas on what the show is, of course they hurt me! The show is based on the most refined sadomasochism, don't hope to get away with a few lashes.

If you don't like the idea, you'd better give it up right away.

I warn you that if you want to participate you must prepare to face the most unspeakable torture, sometimes they even come to amputations.

However, the doctor is always available to repair damaged parts and after a few days you will be as before.

It has never happened that a girl has been irreparably mutilated.

- Valentine, I'm afraid.

- I understand you, I too was scared to death the first time, but after the first show I continued to volunteer.

The pain felt during the show is nothing compared to the pleasure and satisfaction of being subjected to those refined tortures.

The secret is not to worry about your body, whatever happens to you, the doctor is able to cure you and restore you.

- You convinced me, I already feel wet at the thought of being brutally raped. How should I prepare?

Well, generally the doctor tells us how we have to dress up for the show. I think this time he'll put on some weird costumes too.

The last time we were dressed as snakes, with rubber overalls that enclosed our bodies and forced us to crawl on the ground. At that moment, someone knocked on the door and Roxanne replied that he could enter.

He was one of the few male attendants present at the clinic, and he was also a handsome, robust and muscular boy, but the doctor, so as not to deny his fame, made him dress as a waitress.

He wore a very short black miniskirt that barely managed to hide a large member, a white shirt from which protruded overly oversized fake breasts, black stockings held back by garters, shoes with a very high stiletto heel. He wore a wig and was heavily made up.

The estate was completed by a tiny white apron under which the presence of the penis was noted.

Although his body was perfectly depilated, his robust build and above all his deep voice left no doubt about his masculinity.

"Roxanne, the doctor instructed me to deliver this to you," he said, pointing to a large box at his feet.

- While you're here Valentine, can I leave you your stuff too?

- Okay, just leave it here. I'll get ready with Roxanne, thanks.

The attendant went away sculettando on high heels and with white and shaved buttocks sticking out from under the miniskirt.

- As you can see, they are always punctual, in these boxes there is the necessary for the show. We have to start preparing. Roxanne opened her box and found a shiny metal bustier built in two pieces hinged on the shoulders, the front shell was separate from the rear one to be able to wear it by putting it on the head.

The two parts could be joined with metal closures by enclosing the bust inside.

The bustier was nice to see, on the front at the breasts there were two oval holes that allowed the breasts to come out, the back was shaped with harmonious curves at the buttocks.

But what stood out the most was the incredibly tight waistline. The corset, once worn, would have compressed the belly beyond belief, until it assumed a thickness of a few tens of centimeters.

Roxanne slipped it over her head and saw that it was her size, the metal fit her body and wrapped it perfectly. Only her belly was too protruding to wear the bustier. As much as he tried to press him against his body, the bustier didn't want to close.

Valentine noticed her perplexity and came over to help her.

A leather belt with a large buckle passed around her waist. As he began to pull it, the corset closed forcing the belly to shrink.

- Take a deep breath and then empty your lungs of all the air you can expel - Valentine suggested.

With a sigh Roxanne followed the advice, Valentine squeezing the strap tightly closed the bustier around her waist and hooked the metal clips.

Roxanne found herself immobilized and forced to keep her torso erect. She could not bend or turn, she was forced to breathe with short gasps. The metal cage hardly allowed her to breathe and she felt a choking sensation that made her falter. Valentine supported her and made her lie on the bed.

- you'd better relax for a few minutes to get used to your torso, try to breathe without worrying. Then you will put on the rest of the costume. In the meantime, Valentine began to wear her one-piece black leather suit, on which numerous metallic quills were scattered. Openings left the breasts, vagina, anal groove and eyes uncovered.

At the ends of the arms, instead of the hands, the suit ended with metal rings.

Before putting his arms into the suit and putting on the hood that enclosed the head, Valentine helped Roxanne finish her dressing.

He made her put on her black stockings, which she hooked on to clasps attached to her torso, then slipped them on to the feet of the hallucinatory-looking footwear, even those all in metal.

They were chromed metal shoes with an opening on the front, so that you could put your feet on them. Once closed, the foot was immobilized inside and they were so rigid that the foot had no possibility of movement.

The heel was very high, at least 25 centimeters and since the sole was thin the foot was forced to remain almost vertical so as to rest only the toes on the floor.

Although Roxanne had almost gotten used to walking in the 18 cm heels of her nurse uniform, standing up she realized that she had an extremely unstable balance.

Her shoes gripped her feet and ankles in a painful way and risked falling with every movement.

- It's not easy to walk in those shoes, is it? said Valentine amused.

- You will get used to it, you will see, the sufferings that will inflict you in a little while will be nothing compared.

- I'm starting to regret volunteering, you'd better keep getting dressed before I change my mind.

In addition to the metal bustier and shoes, in Roxanne's box there was a mask also made of shiny metal, to be worn on the face.

The front part covered her entire face and had narrow slits for her to see.

A metal blade passed over the skull and connected to a collar to be placed around the neck.

The mouth was forced to remain wide open by a steel wire cage that stuck between the teeth. Valentine made him wear it and Roxanne found herself unable to speak, with her mouth locked in an open position.

She saw almost nothing, the narrow slits in front of her eyes allowed her to barely see where she was.

She felt that Valentine was closing the steel circle around her neck and blocking the metal band that encircled her skull.

His arms were also blocked. Sturdy metal bracelets were tightened around her elbows and fastened behind her back.

The legs, already impeded in the movements by the metal shoes, were further blocked by two other rings, fixed to the ankles and joined by a short chain.

By now she could no longer hold back, unable to speak, Valentine would no longer free her.

Roxanne was ready and Valentine finished dressing by slipping the leather suit over her head and arms.

After a few minutes, the maid dressed as a maid entered the room and saw that the two women were almost ready.

He finished immobilizing Valentine by closing his leather suit and hooking the rings on his hands to a padlock fixed on his buttocks.

Uni 'Valentine's ankles with a chain like Roxanne's.

Then he hooked another heavy chain to the collars of both and led them to the amphitheater keeping them on a leash.

He walked slowly as Roxanne risked falling with every step.

They arrived behind the scenes of the amphitheater, beyond the heavy curtain there was the buzz of guests waiting for the show to begin.

What little Roxanne could see beyond the slits of the mask were other people dressed in the most absurd trappings she had ever seen.

Orderlies were tying a girl to a metal lattice.

She did not seem very convinced, she probably repented and wanted to retire, she was shouting disconnected sentences and the orderlies silenced her by sticking a big ball gag in her mouth.

Another orderly, dressed in a black bodysuit that found it hard to contain his muscular body, was doing something to Moira, the black woman with the body covered with breasts.

Moira was lying on a bed and the man was wrapping a few meters long rope around the base of each breast.

Moira was quietly watching the man, several cords had already been fastened and hung from the bed.

There was also Sara, the octopus woman, serenely perched on her support, with the metal cylinder inserted deep into her sexual organ. He moved the tentacles naturally and tried to pull the ropes tied to Moira's breasts.

The typical confusion of the theatrical environment reigned behind the scenes, and Roxanne felt panicked and worried about the show she would star in.

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by one of the attendants who yanked her by the chain and dragged her to the middle of the stage.

With leather straps he tied her wrists to a metal trellis so that the arms remained open above the head, the shoes that held her feet were bolted to the base of the trellis, spaced about a meter apart.

Around her waist, already martyred by the metal bust, a belt passed her which was tied to the trellis.

Valentine was hung by the wrists next to her.

Turning his head for as little as he could, he saw her dangling tied to a hook threaded into the rings that she wore at the hands.

Two ropes were attached to the ankles, tied in such a way as to open them in a scissors fashion and prevent them from closing.

All the lights were turned off, the darkness was almost total, a dense smoke filled the stage and the curtain up. Rhythmic and repetitive music flooded the amphitheater.

At first the volume was barely noticeable, then it increased until it became penetrating and at the end deafening. A series of powerful headlights behind the backdrop lit up, drawing colored blades of light on the smoke screen.

When the smoke cleared and the girls destined for torture appeared on stage, the spectators applauded for a long time. About thirty people crowded the amphitheater, the men were dressed in strange black cloaks that covered them up to their feet.

Their face was covered with a leather hood that left only the eyes free.

The males had extracted the penis from under the cloak and held it in their hands.

For now they were still relaxed and limp.

The ladies were also dressed in a particular way, almost all of them wore a mask on their face, perhaps not to be recognized and their bodies were dressed as leather guêpiere, black stockings, well exposed breasts, some ringed.

One in particular exhibited the breasts wrapped tightly by a metal spiral that held them at the base and crushed them making the flesh spill over the front. They looked like cone-shaped pyramids.

Sitting in the front row, there was also a couple who had exchanged roles, she was exhibiting a large double artificial phallus, with one end deeply inserted into the vagina and the other proudly exposed outside.

On his feet he wore boots with high heels and a black leather suit decorated with metal rings and spines.

Instead he was dressed as a woman, on his shaved legs he wore bronze colored stockings, suspenders, huge fake breasts but with a very credible appearance, a blonde wig and a lot of jewelry.

Her face had been finely made up and she wore a beautiful fiery red evening dress, up to her ankles. The generous gap left the nylon bandaged legs uncovered.

On his feet he had a delicious pair of matching solders, with a very high and slender heel.

In amazement, Roxanne seemed to recognize the doctor. The make-up, however accurate, could not mask its appearance.

When he recognized the woman who accompanied him to one of his secretaries, Roxanne had no more doubts. The woman in the red dress was really the doctor.

Dressed like that, she looked like a beautiful woman.

Looking more closely at the audience present, Roxanne realized that several of those present, initially mistaken for women, were actually men in disguise.

They were betrayed by the hands, too large and muscular to be feminine.

One of the spectators was accompanied by a half-naked girl with an oddly rigid and expressionless face.

She was naked under her scarlet red cloak, her big breasts pushed on the fabric producing remarkable reliefs. She wore stockings, without suspenders and pretty golden welts with a stiletto heel.

Looking more closely, within the limits allowed by the slits that covered her eyes, Roxanne saw that the girl wore a skin-colored mask on her face, on which her eyes and mouth were drawn. The body was also covered with synthetic leather.

Her arms hung perfectly still and inanimate from her shoulders, too much to make a trick not suspect.

He soon discovered the reason, the girl's real arms were locked behind her back, crushed by a very tight torso against the spine and were almost invisible under the large cloak. Attached to his shoulders, he had fake padded rubber arms and his fake fingers clutched a riding crop.

The whole suit that covered the whole body was almost perfect, it looked like real skin and only Roxanne's expert eye allowed her to notice the make-up.

Microscopic folds formed at the base of the neck when the girl tried to turn her head. Most likely, under the mask, the girl was gagged.

The whole was decidedly spectacular, under the apparent guise of an elegant woman was hidden an immobilized and silenced slave, perhaps not even consenting.

The girl tried to move and free herself, but the ties had to be very effective because all she could do was to shrug her shoulders, making the fake arms move which rocked as if they had a life of their own.

The show began, a fat woman with a huge ass and breasts, wrapped in a black leather costume, got up from the audience and went on stage. She was heavily made up with very dark shades, which stood out on her pale, almost white skin. The black painted lips showed a fierce grin.

He carefully chose metal objects from a rack and approached Roxanne. In his hand he held a whip made of rubber strips, at the ends of which were attached small metal spheres bristling with spikes.

Without warning he raised his arm and forcefully lowered him onto Roxanne by snapping the whip on the inside of his thighs. The pain was excruciating, I blocked her 'breath, a jolt through' hers

body and made her jump violently. Instinctively I tried to close my knees but the trellis on which it was tied prevented it.

I tried to beg her to stop but the muzzle prevented her from articulating sensible words and only a high-pitched and desperate cry came out of her throat.

The second lash did not see her coming because her gaze was clouded with tears.

On the other hand, she felt the thigh spared from the first whip very well.

The pain came directly to her brain, which reacted immediately, limiting her sensitivity to pain. The series of subsequent lashes felt much more attenuated, the anesthetic was taking effect.

The fat woman was raging on her body, but Roxanne incredibly felt almost extraneous to the torture. He saw the terrible streaks inflicted on his thighs, but the pain had almost completely stopped. In her place a feeling of pleasure had taken over that made her shiver while waiting to receive another whip. Her vagina began to moisten with secretions and her nipples swelled. He never thought she would like to be tortured.

For stage needs, however, he preferred to continue to fidget and wriggle with each shot.

After several strokes, the woman left the whip and took heavy-duty metal cylinders.

He hooked them to the rings tucked into his nipples and dropped them.

The nipples stretched and stretched, dragging their breasts behind them. They did not tear, the rings cushioned the tear by deforming and remaining oval.

Roxanne's breasts, under pressure from the applied weight, had thinned and stretched, hung like bizarre bells. The big nipples had stretched incredibly at least three centimeters

and the hole in which the ring was inserted had widened.

Meanwhile a man had risen from the stalls, under the black cloak he was naked, while walking the erect penis he rocked left and right. He approached the bed on which Moira was lying, took the bundle of threads tied around her breasts and tied them to a pulley hanging from the ceiling.

The black woman was visibly happy to have been chosen as a victim by the man, she licked her lips while touching a pair of the numerous breasts attached to her body.

She was anticipating the torture to which she would immediately be subjected.

The man forcefully pulled on the cable connected to the pulley, the threads stretched and Moira's breasts stretched under the effort.

Her body lifted from the bed and hung by her breasts in a horizontal position.

Moira slowly turned on herself, emitting indefinable moans.

The man approached her, stopped the rotation so that she had the black woman's vulva in front of her and brutally penetrated her.

Other people went on stage, a woman sheathed in a black guêpiere dedicated herself to Valentine.

He took a rubber ball-sized ball from the rack, from which hung a tube connected to a hand pump.

He deflated it, slipped it inside the hanging girl's vagina and started pumping.

The rubber ball expanded, Valentine's belly began to swell.

Another woman became interested in the girl tied to the other pylon, the one silenced by the ball gag.

He took long metal pins and with a sadistic expression showed them to the girl who had frightened eyes and pleading for mercy.

Excited even more by the look of her victim, the woman rested the tip of the pin on the side of her breast and pushed.

Slowly, the pin began to sink into the skin of the breast without piercing it, while the victim tried to free himself.

The slowness of the operation made the torture of the girl even more terrible, looking with hallucinated eyes at the pin that pressed painfully on her breast, sinking more and more.

When the elasticity of the skin reached the critical point, the pin suddenly passed through it, entering the breast.

The girl took a violent shot, which further worsened the situation.

His cry of pain sounded terrible, choked by the gag.

The woman did not let go of the pin, on the contrary, she pressed it even deeper.

The silicone rubber prosthesis contained in the breast perforated itself and the oily liquid began to gush from where the pin pierced it.

The girl tried to scream and wriggle as she watched with horror at her sagging breasts.

Not satisfied, the executioner continued to push the pin into the breast.

The tip, which had almost completely pierced it, lifted the skin on the opposite side by drawing a cone in relief. Suddenly the skin gave way and the pin came out of the breast.

The woman performed the same treatment on the other breast, which was pierced by another pin and also from this the copious liquid gushed, flowing on the girl's belly and gathering in an oily puddle on the floor of the stage.

After a minute, the girl's breasts were reduced to shapeless pockets dangling from the bust.

The pins that were still inserted in the breasts and crossed them from side to side.

Her eyes expressed horror at her ruined breasts but also relief at the end of the torture. He knew that the doctor would rebuild them as before.

Meanwhile Valentine's inflation was progressing, her belly was expanding enormously.

n terror (or was it just a scene?) The nurse tried to free herself, but the harness did not allow her any movement. The sphere inserted in her vagina was already full of air and it deformed her belly in a terrifying way. She didn't even look like a pregnant woman, she rather remembered an overly inflated and about to explode rubber doll.

If this was possible without killing the woman, it was only thanks to the exceptional elasticity of her organs. When Valentine's belly had reached seventy centimeters in diameter, the woman stopped pumping. He closed the air valve and disconnected the pump tube.

To a ring attached to the end of the ball, the woman hung a large metal cylinder and admired her work satisfied.

Then he dedicated to his partner, a fat man also sheathed in a black leather suit that made him rather ridiculous.

He took the flaccid penis in his mouth and with skilful licks made him go into an erection.

Then he bent over, embraced Valentine's swollen belly and let himself be penetrated by the doggy style.

Meanwhile, the fat woman who had inflicted the first tortures on Roxanne was rummaging in the cart of torture tools, looking for some other splendid ideas.

Eventually he found what he was looking for, took a large black leather bag and returned to Roxanne.

He took an object out of the bag, it was a large metal ball like those used in ball bearings, but it was at least two centimeters in diameter.

The woman showed it to him and said:

- Girl, you're too thin, let's see if I can make you increase by a few pounds.

He took Roxanne with him wondering what he meant and felt his buttocks spread by the sweaty hands of the fat woman.

As soon as he found the sphincter hole, he slipped two fingers into it and spread them to dilate the orifice.

He removed his fingers and leaned on one of the spheres, then slowly pushed it inside.

Roxanne felt the cold metallic sphere that penetrated inside her and tried to oppose pushing her out. The woman released a violent backhand on her buttock and simultaneously pushed the ball with her finger.

Roxanne winced and for a moment she was afraid that the weights attached to her nipples would tear her flesh. I tried to stay still.

The sphere went completely into the girl's anus. Immediately after another sphere followed her. Roxanne found it futile to try to object and let her do it.

The cold metallic spheres continued to enter her.

He felt the sphincter widen and then close behind the sphere, sucking it inside.

For a few minutes the woman continued to insert the spheres into Roxanne's anus which was beginning to show the typical annoyance of those who have an urgent need to defecate.

She had lost count of the number of spheres that the woman had put on her, but there must have been many judging by the weight she felt inside her.

He remembered that the operations he had undergone had made his skin and organs much more elastic than normal and that therefore his anal cavity was able to expand enormously.

Maybe that's why the woman was amazed when she realized she could continue to fill the girl's rectum with marbles without having to force them too much.

Meanwhile Roxanne pretended to squirm and feel pain due to the presence of foreign bodies, in reality, in addition to the feeling of discomfort given by the filling, she felt absolutely no pain.

She found it rather amusing, she felt the spheres moving inside her and giving her a strange sense of excitement.

The contents of the bag were almost finished, the woman had to force the insertion of the last marbles, which tended to come out on their own.

At the end, satisfied, she inserted a large rubber stopper into the anus and hooked it to a chain passed around the sides and under the groin.

The spheres could no longer come out despite Roxanne's efforts.

The other spectators had risen from their seats and in the throes of maximum excitement they had let themselves go to the most incredible performances.

The whole room was a tangle of bodies that penetrated each other.

Guests who did not rage on the girls on stage engaged in the most perverse sexual activities. The promiscuity was total, the sex of the partner didn't make much difference.

Men, women and other creatures of indefinite sex were unleashing their sexual frenzy.

Men disguised as women had their back drilled by other men and in many cases even by women with large artificial phalluses tied to the waist with straps.

Roxanne saw the girl dressed in artificial leather lying on a small armchair on her stomach while a man sodomized her.

The fake arms dangled limp from the shoulders still clutching the riding crop.

In order not to hinder the operation, the man had raised her cloak and Roxanne had confirmation of his intuition. The girl's real arms were tied behind her back, crushed by a tight bustier and covered with artificial leather.

He could imagine it from the prominence protruding from his shoulders. It almost looked like he had a hump.

The expression painted on the girl's face, or more exactly on the mask that covered it, was always the same, fixed and unchanging.

The effect was however very exciting, Roxanne imagined that she was in the shoes of that girl, at the mercy of her master, without having the possibility of rebelling and at the same time appearing almost normal in appearance. The doctor was now making himself his assistant.

Balancing on her high heels, she had pulled her member from under her skirt and was penetrating it with rapid and powerful strokes of her kidneys.

Seeing the doctor dressed as a woman while unquestionably playing a male role had a strange effect on Roxanne.

It was true that the border between male and female was usually very blurred, but in that place where a few months before the border had happened, it really didn't exist.

A person could be male or female depending on the moment, there was no difference between the sexes and one could immerse himself in the preferred role without many complications.

There were no barriers there.

At the end of the orgy, the spectators were exhausted, lying disorderly on the stage and on the floor of the amphitheater. Most of them were dozing and calm, with their eyes closed. Someone was asleep. The girl with the immobilized arms tries to get up, but despite her efforts she couldn't. The fake arms didn't help her and the high-heeled shoes on her feet slipped on the floor. Her partner helped her to her feet and took off her cloak. Then he took off her sandals, stockings and suspenders. The girl collaborated with diligence, she could not wait to be freed. He stood precariously on one leg while the man took off her stockings.

He opened the zipper that went from the anal sulcus to the nape and which served to seal the artificial skin, then removed the fake arms, undoing the complicated harness that held them behind. He laid them on the armchair carelessly.

Roxanne watched carefully what the man was doing, it seemed he was taking apart a mannequin. The perfection of the artificial skin worn by the girl was exceptional, only a few details had revealed the truth to her. Her arms resting on the armchair seemed to have just been amputated. They were incredibly realistic. Roxanne suspected it was the doctor's doing. Meanwhile the man had removed her wig and was taking off the synthetic leather cap that covered her skull.

It was actually gagged. A tight black rubber mask covered almost his entire face. Only the eyes and nose were visible. The expression of the eyes made us understand the suffering felt by the long compulsion, they were lucid and tired.

The man took the artificial skin off her torso and unfastened the corset that pressed her arms against her back. Then he also loosened the last ties, freeing his elbows and wrists.

As soon as she was free, the girl stretched her arms and immediately put her hands behind the back of her neck, to take off the black rubber mask. With some difficulty he managed to pull off the mask and remove a large black rubber ball attached to the mask from his mouth.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, savoring his freedom after who knows how many hours of constraint.

Finally Roxanne could see the face of the mysterious girl.

She was a beautiful girl, although her makeup was melted by the sweat from the mask.

The black lines of the rimmel marked his face. Her short black hair was sweaty and stuck against the skull.

You heard her say to her partner:

- I couldn't take it anymore, I almost couldn't breathe and my arms went numb, I feel an annoying tingling everywhere. I'll play this next time!

- Don't complain, I know you like it. Anyway you've been good, you've made a great impression.

The girl pulled her artificial skin off her legs and remained completely naked.

She wrapped herself in a bathrobe and lay down to rest after the test she had undergone.

The attendants began to release the immobilized girls.

They started from Moira, still hanging with the cords tied to her breasts.

Very gently they released it from the pulley and placed it on the table.

She herself loosened the ropes tied to her numerous breasts.

Another free valet 'Valentine, unhooked' the metal cylinder hanging from the sphere that occupied its private parts. He opened the prosthesis relief valve and deflated it.

Her belly quickly reached normal appearance.

Finally someone decided to look after Roxanne, who could no longer bear the grip of the metal bust that thinned her waist and the weights that tore her breasts.

They freed her from the trellis while one of the attendants had to support her because she could not stay on her feet.

Her legs and arms were numb from the unnatural position she had been forced to assume tied to the trellis.

The poor lung ventilation due to the very tight metal bust caused her to feel dizzy. They removed the cap that still carried in the sphincter and immediately a series of metal marbles burst out and fell to the floor.

With each movement, the remaining marbles produced a sinister crunch.

While one orderly held her up, another took off the metal mask she wore on her face, gently pulling out the steel cage that locked her mouth in an open position.

Roxanne was able to speak and articulate her jaw again.

- I couldn't take it anymore, thanks guys - he said muttering an almost incomprehensible sentence.

The attendant also released the clips that locked her arms and finally opened the locks on the metal torso.

As the two half-shells opened, Roxanne felt she was missing.

The two hours she spent with her compressed life inside her torso had caused her to experience severe hypoventilation and the sudden excess of oxygen absorbed with her first breath caused her to faint.

They laid her on the cot near Moira and let her rest.

After a few minutes she had already recovered, sat up and felt that she had the immediate need to expel the foreign bodies inserted in the rectum.

He felt that the metal spheres had to be innumerable, with each movement the mass moved and pressed on the walls of the anal cavity.

The weight was considerable, Roxanne felt like ballast. He put his feet squatting on the ground and pushed.

The balls began to come out one at a time and fell into the tray that a servant promptly placed under her. Every ejected ball was signaled by a loud metallic noise.

For at least ten minutes she remained busy expelling the metal balls.

Luckily he had gotten into the habit of regularly practicing an enema a day.

The balls came out perfectly clean, only a few had a faint trace of stool.

When she was sure she had expelled them all, she got up and massaged her breasts, still stretched by the strong traction to which they had been subjected.

The nipple rings were ovalized and Roxanne tried to straighten them.

While intent on the operation, the woman who had tortured her approached her. '

- How do you feel? I hope I haven't been too rough. Forgive me if I caused you pain - he said apologetically.

The sadistic expression had disappeared from the woman's face, she seemed truly sorry for what she had done. The adrenaline that circulates in the blood in moments of maximum excitement can transform a person's character and Roxanne knew it.

- Well! let's say it wasn't a walk in the park, but I forgive you. replied the girl.

A smile of gratitude appeared on the woman's face and at that moment the heavy makeup that covered him appeared even more grotesque.

The heap of bodies scattered in the amphitheater was unraveling, the men and women stood up and stripped themselves of the strange harnesses they wore.

One by one they returned to the changing rooms where they took a shower and dressed in their elegant clothes.

People who until recently had turned into sexual machines were returning to normal.

Roxanne and Valentine also returned to their rooms, washed, dressed in elegant evening dresses and went up to the ground floor of the villa where they found the other guests.

The evening in the amphitheater ended with a sumptuous dinner in the villa's dining room.