This work of fiction contains INTENSELY GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF CRUEL and INHUMAN PRACTICES. It is VERY GORY and EXPLICIT. Enjoy the story, and keep away from doing this stuff in real life, you sick fuck! :-D
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Commander Gore’s Experiments for the Emperor, Part I
by Commander Gore
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"The prototype is ready for launch, Commander Gore," Lieutenant Fel reported with a clack of his steel-tipped boots.
Commander Gore looked up from his desk, slightly annoyed at the sudden, but predicted intrusion. His mild displeasure quickly turned to anticipation as the meaning Lieutenant's words dawned on him. The device was ready!
"Excellent work, Lieutenant," he smiled. "I will be in the V-room shortly to witness the effects of the weapon upon our target subject."
"Sir!" Lieutenant Fel gave a respectful click of his heels, a curt bow, turned in a sharp military fashion and left the Commander's quarters.
'The prototype is ready' - the words reverberated through Gore's mind. All of his work, his collaboration was finally going to come to fruition today! He had been awake all night thinking of it - it had been years in the making. A perfect weapon of such sinister destruction and delightful horror, it would make the most hardcore splatter fan cringe in dismay and enemies flee in complete fear.
He had personally worked on and overseen the design of the prototype, sponsored by the Emperor herself. It was a program that was integral to Project GIGO-33, a top secret weapons development plan that would not only give his glorious country dominion over all others, but would sport massive entertainment for the blood hungry crowds of his land, as well as his beloved Emperor.
The Emperor had personally consulted with the Commander. Her Excellency had wanted something terrifying, grotesque and utterly devastating to the target the weapon was used upon, and sexually inciting to the throngs and masses of people who would witness it in the Central Arena. She personally wanted the target to know what was happening to her (all subjects were to be female) before, during and after it was happening.
3 years and 3 months later, the Tigershark Temporal Platform (TTP) was born.
Commander Gore abruptly came out of his brief reverie and headed towards the weapons lab V-room. It was a room located off the side of the main demonstration area for all weapons testing. The testing area was absolutely huge and had hundreds of platforms where subjects were chained, hooked, tested, or otherwise incapacitated in order to test the deadly instruments forced upon them. One of these stages was appropriately placed directly in front of Commander Gore's viewing window. There were monitors and sensing devices precisely arranged around the demonstration room with operators monitoring and measuring test results. There were numerous camera angles pointed at the area on the platform where the subject would be placed. Each console and screen an operator.
The commander recognized this platform outside the window - he had seen it numerous times over the past few years. It was used to tie up the subject, hands and feet, in such a manner as to have their body create an "X" shape while suspended several feet off the ground. Shackles around the wrists and ankles permitted this. It was nothing too elaborate, but necessary and effective for the demonstration.
However, what made this platform unique were the two ominous plasma globes to either side of the shackle area. They were 8 feet tall each, and perched upon columns tangled with wire and metal. They resembled the gigantic generators used by Nikola Tesla in his energy transfer experiments. Crackling with energy and potential, these two behemoths were sinister creations belonging in the long forgotten tombs of Frankenstein and other monstrosities.
"The Twins" as they were called, were temporal modifiers. They could bend time and slow it down, so any physical devastation that took place within their magnetic fields could be thoroughly investigated (and with proper modification, almost stopped completely) at any point during the experiment. It was used to analyze physical trauma, but encouraged by the Emperor to be used in entertainment arenas around the land. This was going to be most exciting and fantastic to behold for scientists, and especially the Commander who had invested so much into it.
There was also an ancillary and very necessary device, called the RSF - or Reticular Stasis Field. This stasis field prevented any solid object from passing beyond it's boundaries. It was an invisible bubble that would stop matter in it's tracks at a certain point predetermined by calculations the techs input into the sub-mainframe computer.
Gore watched as several technicians and scientists put the finishing touches on the platforms. It was to be flawless, lest funding be stripped away as it had been in previously embarassing scenarios - ones the Commander blotted from his mind after punishing the ones responsible in very unpleasant manners. They finished adjusting what they needed and left the demonstration room. Shortly thereafter, a voice came through the V-room intercom.
"Commander, the platform is ready and subject A1 is being escorted to Platform-C6 as we speak."
The Commander said nothing, merely nodded and waited. What he saw made his jaw drop.
There were two handler guards escorting a struggling, thrashing subject to the platform, spewing all manner of expletives and vitriol. But it wasn't the manner of the subject that took the Commander's breath away - it was her stunning, exquisite body and visage.
Before him, and between two very strong male handlers, was the most voluptuous, athletic, and well-endowed vixen he had ever laid his eyes upon in his life. Her hair was copper blonde, tussled within her struggle, eyes fitted with anger. Her tresses cascaded down to her ample bosom, jiggling and jostling with each resistant movement she made, trying with futility to escape the iron grip of her handlers. Smooth skin, perfect facial features, flawless musculature, hourglass figure - all to the extreme perfect end of the spectrum.
She couldn't have been more than 18 years old and everything about her was physically infallible. Her perfectly smooth abdomen, each muscle developed to perfection - not too craggy, just defined enough for her taut body and smooth skin. Her shoulders and arms were sculpted and lean, her hips had a sway that would make any man or woman salivate in bloody hunger. This lovely girl obviously took fitness seriously. It was why she was picked for the experiment, afterall.
And her legs! 'My god!' thought the Commander. If there were any definition of hot, unbridled lust in one image, her ass and legs would be the pinnacle of this creation. A velvety smooth curve in her calves mooned up to dainty, feminine knees. Her thighs seemed to have been molded from the hands of God himself, two celebrated, tight and tender pins of meat and joy, flexing and retracting in erotic resistance to what was happening. The Commander found himself wanting to sink his teeth into those long, meaty cylinders, wanting to rip a chunk of flesh out with his very teeth down to the bone and beyond...
Her derriere. Two tight clefts forming a flawless heart-shaped moon that begged violation of every graphic sort. Her award-winning buttocks belonged in a feast for hungry politicians and blood-lusting royalty. It melted and solidified, as if trying to escape from it's own hard muscularity, screaming "bite me, eat me, use me, cleave me" when in fact, it was merely screaming in abject frustration at being handled and restrained.
Gore came to once again. He was surprised at himself. Usually he was so calm, calculated and intent on his work, but this one was a truly unusual beauty. He found himself smiling evilly as he knew was what was to befall her.
The handlers, although experienced, found themselves having a difficult time stringing her up to the platform restraints, as she was especially resistant. Her struggle ended however, as they finally managed to latch her to the clamps.
What ensued was both amusing and pitiful. Apparently, the girl either didn't know she was restrained or refused to give up trying to escape. As a result, her body stiffly squirmed and gyrated within the bonds brought upon her. Hair and breasts jostled, vile words emanated from her mouth, intense anger spat from her eyes.
Eventually, she calmed down amidst heavy breathing and discontent. As with all the subjects of the lab, the lovely girl obviously didn't want to be here, but soon realized the pointlessness of struggle. What was worse (for the subjects) was they had no idea that these labs were made for experiments that would result in deaths that were gory at best and hideously graphic at worst. The TTP lended itself to the latter of the categories.
Gore let the amusing spectacle take place for a few moments, then decided to speak directly to the girl on the platform. He pressed a button on the console nearby.
"Hello, Amanda Hoffman. Welcome to our facility," he said coolly through the window.
Originally, the V-room window was a one-way mirror. The Commander had felt, however, that the subjects should be able to see the perpetrators of their predicament before they were "treated." It was a sort of visual "last request" for the unsuspecting.
"Fuck you! Let me go!" she screamed, sending daggers with her eyes through the V-room bay window as she found a resurgence within her to fight against her bonds.
"Ms. Hoffman, I find that tone to be quite unacceptable. If this tone continues I will have to-"
"Fuck you, asshole! Let me down from her! Where the fuck am I? Get me out of here!"
The belligerent beauty wasn't listening. Gore smiled inwardly as the solution to this was so simple and effective, it never failed. He gave a nod to one of his technical helpers, who was intently looking upon him. The tech knew what that nod meant from experience and immediately activated a series of buttons.
The torrent of expletives and noise coming through the intercom from the young lady suddenly ceased. Where she was screaming at the top of her lungs just moments ago was a now utter silence, and ensuing confusion on her countenance. The commander waited a few moments for the reality to set in with Amanda. With the realization she couldn't talk anymore, that she was simply mouthing words and no sound was coming out, Amanda struggled and strained for several more moments with all the intensity she could muster. But this was not enough to free her from her bonds or bring her voice back. She eventually collapsed within the clamps, breathing in ragged breaths.
"Yes, Ms. Hoffman. It is no use. We find that the most effective measure against those who are unnecessarily vocal and disrespectful is to employ our AVRD - Anti-Vocal Resonance Device." He chuckled, "How do you like it?"
She gave the Commander a look that would kill a whale.
'Enough trifling,' he thought.
"Prepare for launch," he boomed. The techs and scientists in the room immediately went to work preparing and organizing for the launch sequence. After a series of button presses and clicks, a trap door opened up directly beneath a now frightened Amanda Hoffman. Slowly, something came into view directly beneath her exposed sex. She looked down and saw a device that appeared to be some sort of small missile or projectile attached to an array of other devices. It looked like a miniature pyramid of technology with a phallic symbol atop it.
Having a terrible intuitive inkling of knowing what was coming, she tried to scream, but the effects of the AVRD were still upon her. The Commander realized this and ordered it deactivated. He wanted to hear, as would the Emperor, the anticipated shrieks and gurgles of shock, dismay, and wet pain that were soon to follow.
Her voice came into being again, screaming, panicking and terrified.
"Please! What are you doing? Don't hurt me! Please! Let me go!" Her hair flailed and flew in her panic.
"Time to activation - 60 seconds!" one tech announced. With that announcement came a sudden and temporary and dim flicker of lights in the room, an indication that the Twins had been activated. The Commander made a mental note of the power dip and resolved to correct it within the week. The Twins required staggering amounts of energy in order to run. Fortunately, they had enough for this one run. His inward excitement at what would take place quickly replaced this mental objection of the slight power brown out.
The techs were communicating with each other in mathematical lingo and jargon. They were working to get the precise temporal climate so that the experiment could be a success. Time needed to be bent and slowed just enough for the visual spectacle to be successful.
As the hum and wuthering of the Twins increased in intensity, so did the panicked state of Amanda Hoffman. It was as if she knew intuitively what was about to happen and was not very happy about it. She actually began peeing all over the projectile directly beneath her.
"Damnit! I thought we leeched her of all of her bladder and intestinal contents!" he roared among the electrified atmosphere, from which they were completely shielded and safe.
"She was Sir! It must be some residual liquids or vaginal secretions - it won't affect the experiment, Sir!" a tech responded.
"It had better not, I’ve invested too much in this project for trivial mishaps to become a hindrance," he growled.
He watched as the girl danced in abject horror. 'She knows,' thought Gore, cruelly. He licked his lips as the countdown continued from 10, to 5 to 1.
What happened next would surely please the Emperor, thought Gore, as he witnessed the spectacle before him.
There was a sudden flash and pop of electricity from the Twins. The projectile in the pyramid rose slowly upwards towards Amanda's crotch. Gore nearly started clapping at this moment. The Twins were working perfectly! The dramatically altered speed of her hair thrashing around indicated that the temporal displacement was in effect and this, in effect, slowed down time within Amanda's space. She was reacting in “slow motion” in accordance with her altered time frame! Had the Twins not been developed and used for this experiment, what would soon follow would happen in a few seconds or less. But time had been slowed enough so that witnesses could see what happened in erotic, and excruciatingly horrible detail.
He watched in bedazzled lust as the projectile of death rose straight into her crotch. Considering it's complexity, the missile was actually quite small and most of it embedded within her lower body until the next events happened, all in slow motion, all in graphic, bloody phenomena.
Several things happened at once and it was difficult for Gore to decide which traumatic event to place his eyes on. Where once was her perfectly formed abdomen and waistline was now a slowly expanding bubble of skin. The device deep inside her was exploding at a painfully slow pace. Simultaneously, Amanda's eyes got bigger, and her neck and head bent to the side at an awkward angle. Her jaw protruded to the side a bit. As this happened, there was a gory huff and gurgle from her throat, followed by a slow-moving torrent of blood gushing from her mouth. As the stream spewed forth, one of her eyes rolled up in her head, as another cracked through a fissure in her skull. The force of the sophisticated inner explosion decimated her and sent rippling concussive waves through her body. Her eye was actually exploding out of her eye socket as a result!
Commander Gore wanted to rip off his military uniform and climax to the spectacle, and it wasn't even half finished!
As her eye projected forward out of her head, he jaw continued to crack and break to her right side. Her mid-abdomen was now splitting and fissuring, smoke and pressure building there at a growing pace. Her legs from the waist down both started separating from the rest of her body, turning at an awful angle towards the left, seemingly suspended for a few moments until it was obviously they were no longer a part of her upper torso.
At that moment, something interesting happened. Where the tip of the projectile device was embedded (now in her chest area) came an array of metal spikes that shot out in a circular fashion, protruding from her chest, underarms and back. With this sudden expulsion of flesh, bone, and meat came another chapter in this slow devastation of Amanda's body. Her head snapped back as her jaw became dislocated from her face, one eyeball now resting on her cheek, blood and internal juices gushing in a slow motion explosion in many directions from her chest.
The spikes started revolving clockwise in her body. As they did so, they poked in and out in a rhythmic fashion, tearing upwards through her body, upper lungs, shoulder blades... crunching through her delicate nipples and breast flesh, hacking through worthless bones until they were nothing but mincemeat slowly dancing through the air in bits of meaty, liquid pink flesh dotted with cohesive waves of blood.
And the SOUNDS! My god, the sound of that wet flesh exploding, popping, cracking and seething was almost enough to make Commander Gore ejaculate in his pants. The AVRD had another component to it that would allow the spectators to filter out any noise generated by the Twins, and hear only the lust-inducing sounds of wet gory orgasm. It was an unending opera of "wet music" - music to the ears of the Commander, the Emperor, and millions of gore hungry spectators in the Emperor's arena...
Her abdomen was now completely blistered open, and large, copious chunks and loops of her destroyed intestines and spine spilled forth, jetting out in chaotic directions amidst pinkish clear fluid and blood red death. The slow motion enabled the cameras to pick out her liver, part of her bladder, portions of stomach and lungs being ripped apart and annihilated in a juicy, wet carnival of totally evil horror.
Bile, blood and other fluids gurgled up her obliterated esophagus and splashed out of her neck, now a partial stump of muscle and spinal bone. Her legs continued to fall at an unnatural angle - but there was another surprise! The device had planted two small charges in each femur as it entered her vaginal walls. This started a pattern of destruction through her perfect legs that could not be mimicked by any other means.
A pop, hiss, and crack took place almost simultaneously in each leg. Chunks of meat, tendon and bone cracked and splattered apart at a terrifyingly slow pace, revealing all of the layers of her perfect meaty thighs, stringy, bloody tendons, and hollow pinkish bones. The cracking wet sound reverberated, mixed within the other disgustingly hot and splashing sounds of her body being reduced to fleshy mush. Each leg took it's turn in it's destruction and slowly descended in red, hunky piles in several different directions, like piles of boxes filled with seaweed being toppled over and landing with squishy thuds on the floor.
It wasn't over - there was so much more to see, so much more to create with this horrifying art. Her head was now completely severed from her body and breaking apart by itself. Part of her skull split apart to reveal grayish-pink brains dashing out. The blades in her torso continued to chew upwards into what was her beautiful neck, erupting geysers of rib, lung tissue, bits of heart and awful death. An ear dislodged itself from her head with several plots of hair, ripped from her scalp in the moderated explosive force. Portions of her body now lit on fire and showed signs of charring and burning. She was both being exploded and cooked in suspended death.
Gore wanted to make a way for the smells to be included in the project, but that would have to wait for an upgrade. The visual spectacle was enough.
As her body continued to be decimated into bloody oblivion, Gore noticed several more body parts, notably her vaginal canal and ovarian tract. How terribly sophisticated this whole system was that he could pick that out! He loved how erotic her face looked, terror still in her expression, even though her eyes were gone. He could see inside her nasal cavity, bits, chunks and droplets of fluid and gore flying in random directions, leaving behind arcs and trails of blood. Some bits of flesh and body parts collided with one another, only to bounce in other directions and mix with other pieces of her guts.
After a few moments, the Commander realized that her body was no longer recognizable. It was just a random jumble of flesh, streaming blood, bits of bone, viscera and meat. The experiment was a success!
He told the main tech to activate the RSF - Reticular Stasis Field, and to speed up the process to real time. The tech did what he was told. The Twins powered down, and immediately thereafter, all of the floating and projecting flesh came out of slow motion and into "real" time.
After the processes were activated, everything came to a sudden stop. Where there was floating flesh and body parts a moment ago was now a bloody mist with gory pulp on the floor of the platform. All of the body parts came to a sickening, slick thud and "splash" in a matter of a second, save for a hand and forearm that was still strung within one of the clamps. It hung obscenely, the stump still dripping rivulets of useless blood. Many bits and parts of Amanda’s barbarically destroyed body were lit aflame, charring and hissing with smoke and burning flesh. The mass of guts, flesh and crackling blood that was Amanda Hoffman was hypnotically and erotically strewn across platform C6.
There was a cheer and general feeling of congratulations among the techs and Gore for the next few minutes. He sent out a clean-up crew to clean up the mess that was test subject A1.
He grew even more excited at the idea that there would be dozens more test subjects, all with exceptionally beautiful physical features before the main arena events. At this realization, he had to excuse himself to get some relief.
He was certain the Emperor would be very pleased with his work, indeed.
Nice.
But she dies pretty fast. at least in her own timeframe. The machine should just slow down the mechanical processes so that she could think and feel in the same timeframe as commander gore.
Otherwise thumbs up.
Fast? I didn't even get to read the bloody parts yet!
For some reason....I want to have a visual video of this. (Did I spell that right?)
Noice
shes dead fast, by the time her skull craps its over for her.
