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Ever since then snuff has become a guilty little pleasure of mine. I've tried to figure out what appeals to me about it, and I think it's the impossible acts and not the death itself.\n\nAnyway, I decided to take a crack at writing something. All my other work is posted on SF (under a different name), but I decided to post here to avoid scarring my normal readers away with snuff. Maybe I'll post this on FA too, but I really hate FA.\n\nIf this is well received by the, admittedly small, community of snuff fans I'll probably write more... heck maybe I will anyway.","description_bbcode_parsed":"So a few months ago I read "Birthday Feast" by CubSnuffer. Ever since then snuff has become a guilty little pleasure of mine. I've tried to figure out what appeals to me about it, and I think it's the impossible acts and not the death itself.
Anyway, I decided to take a crack at writing something. All my other work is posted on SF (under a different name), but I decided to post here to avoid scarring my normal readers away with snuff. Maybe I'll post this on FA too, but I really hate FA.
If this is well received by the, admittedly small, community of snuff fans I'll probably write more... heck maybe I will anyway.","writing":"Jared looked up from his control console and gazed through the large plate glass window which opened into the next room. It was a cold sterile looking room; tile floor with a pair of strategically placed drains, walls covered in stainless steel halfway up and lined with several stainless steel tables and other objects that weren't immediately recognizable, bright adjustable lamps hung down from the ceiling. Some people might mistake it for a surgical ward in any hospital, but in fact it looked more like some odd combination of an operating room and a butchers shop; operating rooms really had no need for all that stainless steel covering the walls.\nJared's window looked down on this room from the second floor, giving him an eagle eye view of whatever and whoever was in it. His gaze was fixed on the very center of the room, where a single table held, his latest volunteer, a young-looking Raccoon. Stripped naked and strapped spread eagle to the table it was clear the volunteer was a male. As Jared watched his head and limbs occasional spasmed.\nA beep of his console drew his attention away from the window. He scanned over the various displays, many of which showed his volunteer's life signs. As much as he wanted to keep watching the show through the window he knew that he should keep his main focus on the console. Sure, it would sound alarms if any of the readings stray outside their expected ranges, but this was the 1st real test and he couldn't leave anything to chance.\n\nRein had stumbled across this opportunity almost a month ago on a little trafficked fetish site. At the time it had sounded like a wild shot, too good to be true, but after many back and forth communications and a trip across the country he was ready to live out his deepest guilty little secret fantasy. Supposedly if everything went successfully he'd be paving the way for others like him to be able to live out their own fantasies.\nWhen he'd finally met Jared is person there had been little chit chat, so much had been discussed and specific details ironed out long distance already that there was little need. Jared had taken him straight to his 'facility' and shown him around explaining exactly what would happen, and then with little ceremony he'd been strapped down to this stainless steel table. He was left alone in the room, for now, immobilized on his back. A strap crossed his chest holding him tightly to the table, legs held spread eagle and arms pulled straight out to his sides. His bonds were just loose enough that he could move just slightly, but not enough to accomplish anything more than to thrash about. All of course at his request to fulfill his fantasy.\nShortly after Jared left the room the overhead lights switched off, plunging it into darkness. Rein lay there surrounded by total blackness and utter silence, waiting, deprived of all sensory input except the feel of his bounds and the cold metal on his back. He began to sweat, his fur becoming slightly matted, and he began to chafe in nervous anticipation. This had been his secret guilty fantasy for so long, but now it was going to happen, but would he chicken out and call it off? How long was this black silent sensory deprivation going to last before the procedure began? Jared hadn't been clear on that.\nA low mechanical whine at the very edge of his hearing was the first sign that he hadn't been abandoned. Slowly it grew in volume, but it seemed to echo around the room making it hard to tell just where in the utter darkness it was coming from. Finally, 3 spot lights snapped on in rapid succession just above Rein. Their intensity was absolutely blinding, especially after the darkness. He winced, thrashing his head side to side, blinking tears from his eyes as they tried to adjust to light.\nThe whine continued to grow louder as his eyes began to adjust, allowing him to make out blurry shapes. The spot lights were focused on his table alone and illuminated nothing else, leaving the rest of the room still shrouded in darkness, but he could finally identify the source of the mechanical whine. A device descended from the dark ceiling maneuvering towards the foot of the table. It was a simple looking device, little more than a hydraulic clamp held around a 2 inch thick metal pole. About a foot of pole extended from the front end of the clamp ending in a smooth rounded point, it glistened wetly in the bright glare of the lights. Several more feet of pole extended from the back of the clamp, waving in long arcs as the device maneuvered into position with a click.\nThe device stopped just above the foot of the table squarely between his spread legs, the rounded dripping tip of the pole poised less than an inch from his exposed tailhole. Rein was craning his neck trying to lift his head to look down his torso at the now silent device, his bonds holding him down making the maneuver difficult and painful.\nSuddenly the device's hydraulics kicked in with a soft his and the tip of the pole lurched forwards pressing into Rein's tight muscled ring. For an instant the flesh held firmly against the intrusion, but it was no match for the slick smooth hydraulically powered steel. Several inches quickly implanted themselves in Rein's rectum, the cold steel causing his abdomen to clench involuntarily attempting to expel the intrusion. His hips bucked and gyrated as much as his bonds would allow and a gasp erupted from him.\nThe insertion stopped as quickly at had begun, the rounded tip resting perfectly against his prostate. The pressure against his hidden button caused his gasp to turn into a groan, and his dick began to rapidly rise from his sheath. Before he had time to become fully erect the device went into motion again. With a rhythmic hiss of hydraulics the rod rapidly thrust in and out of his stretched and protesting hole. Each inward thrust the perfect depth to relentlessly pound the tip directly into his overwhelmed prostate. His own body heat quickly warming the frigid steel.\nRein's thrashes of discomfort at the sudden entry quickly turned into squirms of utter pleasure. The contact assault on his prostate transformed him into an incoherently babbling heap; his painfully erect penis drooling a constant stream of pre onto his stomach, turning his fur into a sticky matted mass. Somewhere deep in his mind, beneath the cloudy haze of sensory overload, he knew that he couldn't withstand this long; and that as soon as he came... the next phase would begin.\nAs if the pounding punishment on his prostate wasn't enough, the insidious device had another trick to share. Rein threw his head back, painfully cracking it into the metal table when the rod unexpectedly shot a jolt of electricity directly into his prostate. The shock caused his entire lower body to clench; toes curled, knees quivered and tugged against their bonds, guts violently seized gripping the rod tighter than ever, scrotum shrank pulling his balls up into his body, and cock twitched erratically sending strands pre whipping through the air.\nWith the shock dissipating and slightly dazed from smacking his own head Rein realized that thrusting of the rod had stop; instead it now ground with a steady pressure against his button. His breath was coming in rapid pants, cock continuing to twitch wildly despite the electric shock having stopped, he was about to blow.\nA second quick jolt of electricity was his final straw. Again he threw his head back, letting loose a primal cry of pleasure as thick cum burst from the tip of his cock, but instantly that primal cry morphed into a ear splitting scream of pure pain. At the moment of climax he felt the rod twist inside him, the smooth rounded tip opening to reveal a razor sharp spine which speared forwards through his prostate into his abdominal cavity.\nHis arms and legs instinctively tried to flail, to propel him away from the source of the pain, but only succeeded in uselessly jerking against his bonds; while his cock continued to twitch oblivious to the stabbing pain, shooting rope after rope of thick cum, now tainted red with blood from his destroyed prostate.\nAs his orgasm faded the sudden shock of pain seemed to abate, instead beginning to feel like he'd just been punched in the gut... by a cannon. His scream petered off into a rasping sob. Just when his conscious brain had started to take back over, to make sense of what was going on, a click and hiss of hydraulics cause his head to jerk up. The rod began to move forward again, this time slow but deliberately, steadily driving the razor point deeper into his body, easily piercing through any loops of intestines that didn't slide out of the way.\nRein's body was in a constant state of motion; his back attempted to arch but was held down by the straps across his chest and stomach, arms and legs jerked spastically against their bonds, head flopped wildly from side to side. Each time the tip pieced a coil of intestines Rein's sobs of pain erupted into a high pitched screech.\nBy the time to slow advance brought the sharp tip to Rein's diaphragm his voice had grown hoarse and ragged, his sobs broken by frequent coughing fits. His eyes hadn't opened since his orgasm had hit him, but still his face was dripping wet, matted with tears saliva and phlegm. His muscles were growing weaker, his constant thrashing movement reduced to occasional spastic jerking. What little of his conscious mind was still able to function through the agony could do little more than dwell on how much more painful this was than his wildest fantasies had ever dreamed.\nRein's eyes shot open when the tip finally pierced through his diaphragm, moving from his abdomen into his chest cavity. He found that he could no longer sob and cough regularly, instead reduced to short raspy wheezes. Momentarily relieved of the constant shooting pains of new flesh being pierced he was able to look down at his body; what fur wasn't covered in his spittle or red tainted cum was matted flat with sweat, a large pool of glistening red liquid was spreading between his legs, and the unmistakable acrid scent of urine met his nose - clearly his bladder had voided itself at some point.\nHis head fell back to the table with a light thump, he was quickly growing light headed from lose of blood. His strength continued to wane, the edges of his vision beginning to close in, as the rod continued its path through his torn and battered innards. His wheezing breaths were interrupted by a violent series of bloody coughs as the tip pierced into his bronchial tubes. In its final stretch the slow press sped up to finish the job before the now blocked airways caused Rein to pass out, never to wake again.\nRein's cough abruptly turned into a gurgling gag as he felt his neck stretch to accommodate the 2 inches of solid steel; blood flowed steadily from the corners of his mouth. His head weakly shook side to side, jaw flexing like a fish out of water trying to suck air past the impossible obstruction.\nThrough the pounding of blood in his ears he just barely heard footsteps approach him, a pair of paws gasped the sides of his head stilling its movements and tipping it backwards. His eyes tried to focus on the mysterious figure, but between the bright lights tears and his rapidly fading vision he could make out nothing but a colored blur.\nThe paws held his head still, giving the rod a clear path to daylight that wouldn't involve a final push through his brain. His tongue drooped lifelessly onto the now warm steel as it passed through his mouth and past his teeth.\nWith a violent gurgle his body convulsed a final time before sagging limply to the table. When the tip of the rod came into his blurry darkened view the last conscious though he held was 'I did it, I got spitted clean through.'. Then his vision faded into total black.\n\nIn his booth Jared's console beeped to indicate the procedure had be completed. His eyes danced over the displays to verify that everything still read as expected before rising to look out the window at Rein's motionless body. With a satisfied grunt he spun on his heel to head down to the floor and examine the results first hand.\n\nA curious unreal sensation was the first thing to wash over him. It started as a prickly pulling feeling around the top of his head, then quickly flooded down his body and through his arms. His fur stood on end as if to protect his body from a cool breeze. Then the smell of sweaty fur hit him at the same time as he heard someone moving around behind him. Finally, his vision became clear again as it felt like a heavy weight was removed from his head.\nRein groggily tried to sit up blinking against the lights. His body felt sore all over, but not really, more like the memory of being sore. \"Easy there,\" he recognized the voice behind him as Jared's, \"Take it slow. How do you feel?\"\nHis head swam a little as his eyes adjusted to the dimmer overhead lights that had been on when he's first entered the room. Slowly he flexed his arms and legs, the bindings had been removed. \"That was,\" his voice cracked as if he had to remember how to speak properly, \"that was incredible. H-how did... it seemed so real.\"\nJared's paw wrapped gently around his side helping him carefully to stand on wobbly legs. \"Come on, let's get you somewhere a bit more,\" he looked around the stainless steel room, it got the job done, but he didn't really like spending too long in it, \"hospitable.\"\n\n\"I derived the system from the same technology which is used to execute murderers,\" Jared explained while Rein nursed a hot cup of tea. \"It taps directly into the nerve center of the brain to make the murderer feel exactly what their victim felt as they died.\"\n\"You see it's shock that causes the brain to shut down in the face of extreme pain, even if it's simulated pain. That's how it's able to execute people. I modified it to bypass the shock centers of the brain; allowing me to simulate any feeling, pain or pleasure, without causing any harm to the body or making the brain shut down.\"\nRein just nodded, a spooky vacant look in his eyes. \"Then I added the VR headset to feed images sounds and smells to match the artificial nerve inputs. The room is just there to fulfill a client's fantasies as they are brought in for the procedure.\" Rein continued to nod vacantly, regularly running a paw over his stomach. \"So please, tell me, as my first test subject, how was it?\"\nRein set down his tea cup a bit shakily. \"I don't know, it may have been a bit too real. Most of the time I was in too much pain. I guess that's how it would really feel, but if you're doing it to fulfill fantasies... well, it's hard to, I don't know, enjoy a fantasy, if you're racked with excruciating pain.\"\nJared nodded, \"I see, well, I suppose I can try to turn down the intensity of the stimulation, but it is firing the very nerves that would fire if everything was actually happening, so you get what you get.\"\n\"Yeah, I guess,\" Rein's paws trembled lightly, \"it was just so intense, and...\" he looked a little worried.\nJared caught the look and grew concerned, was some damage done? \"What is it? Tell me.\"\n\"It's just, I can still feel it, but,\" his paw stoked over his stomach poking himself gently, \"not really. I mean, nothing seems to hurt now, but, I don't know, it's like a phantom pain.\"\n\"Oh, that's the memory of the pain. The stimulation was real, but only to your brain. It remembers the pain, and as long as you live you'll have that memory, but like all pain of all injuries your consciousness will forget about it.\"","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Jared looked up from his control console and gazed through the large plate glass window which opened into the next room. It was a cold sterile looking room; tile floor with a pair of strategically placed drains, walls covered in stainless steel halfway up and lined with several stainless steel tables and other objects that weren't immediately recognizable, bright adjustable lamps hung down from the ceiling. Some people might mistake it for a surgical ward in any hospital, but in fact it looked more like some odd combination of an operating room and a butchers shop; operating rooms really had no need for all that stainless steel covering the walls.
Jared's window looked down on this room from the second floor, giving him an eagle eye view of whatever and whoever was in it. His gaze was fixed on the very center of the room, where a single table held, his latest volunteer, a young-looking Raccoon. Stripped naked and strapped spread eagle to the table it was clear the volunteer was a male. As Jared watched his head and limbs occasional spasmed.
A beep of his console drew his attention away from the window. He scanned over the various displays, many of which showed his volunteer's life signs. As much as he wanted to keep watching the show through the window he knew that he should keep his main focus on the console. Sure, it would sound alarms if any of the readings stray outside their expected ranges, but this was the 1st real test and he couldn't leave anything to chance.
Rein had stumbled across this opportunity almost a month ago on a little trafficked fetish site. At the time it had sounded like a wild shot, too good to be true, but after many back and forth communications and a trip across the country he was ready to live out his deepest guilty little secret fantasy. Supposedly if everything went successfully he'd be paving the way for others like him to be able to live out their own fantasies.
When he'd finally met Jared is person there had been little chit chat, so much had been discussed and specific details ironed out long distance already that there was little need. Jared had taken him straight to his 'facility' and shown him around explaining exactly what would happen, and then with little ceremony he'd been strapped down to this stainless steel table. He was left alone in the room, for now, immobilized on his back. A strap crossed his chest holding him tightly to the table, legs held spread eagle and arms pulled straight out to his sides. His bonds were just loose enough that he could move just slightly, but not enough to accomplish anything more than to thrash about. All of course at his request to fulfill his fantasy.
Shortly after Jared left the room the overhead lights switched off, plunging it into darkness. Rein lay there surrounded by total blackness and utter silence, waiting, deprived of all sensory input except the feel of his bounds and the cold metal on his back. He began to sweat, his fur becoming slightly matted, and he began to chafe in nervous anticipation. This had been his secret guilty fantasy for so long, but now it was going to happen, but would he chicken out and call it off? How long was this black silent sensory deprivation going to last before the procedure began? Jared hadn't been clear on that.
A low mechanical whine at the very edge of his hearing was the first sign that he hadn't been abandoned. Slowly it grew in volume, but it seemed to echo around the room making it hard to tell just where in the utter darkness it was coming from. Finally, 3 spot lights snapped on in rapid succession just above Rein. Their intensity was absolutely blinding, especially after the darkness. He winced, thrashing his head side to side, blinking tears from his eyes as they tried to adjust to light.
The whine continued to grow louder as his eyes began to adjust, allowing him to make out blurry shapes. The spot lights were focused on his table alone and illuminated nothing else, leaving the rest of the room still shrouded in darkness, but he could finally identify the source of the mechanical whine. A device descended from the dark ceiling maneuvering towards the foot of the table. It was a simple looking device, little more than a hydraulic clamp held around a 2 inch thick metal pole. About a foot of pole extended from the front end of the clamp ending in a smooth rounded point, it glistened wetly in the bright glare of the lights. Several more feet of pole extended from the back of the clamp, waving in long arcs as the device maneuvered into position with a click.
The device stopped just above the foot of the table squarely between his spread legs, the rounded dripping tip of the pole poised less than an inch from his exposed tailhole. Rein was craning his neck trying to lift his head to look down his torso at the now silent device, his bonds holding him down making the maneuver difficult and painful.
Suddenly the device's hydraulics kicked in with a soft his and the tip of the pole lurched forwards pressing into Rein's tight muscled ring. For an instant the flesh held firmly against the intrusion, but it was no match for the slick smooth hydraulically powered steel. Several inches quickly implanted themselves in Rein's rectum, the cold steel causing his abdomen to clench involuntarily attempting to expel the intrusion. His hips bucked and gyrated as much as his bonds would allow and a gasp erupted from him.
The insertion stopped as quickly at had begun, the rounded tip resting perfectly against his prostate. The pressure against his hidden button caused his gasp to turn into a groan, and his dick began to rapidly rise from his sheath. Before he had time to become fully erect the device went into motion again. With a rhythmic hiss of hydraulics the rod rapidly thrust in and out of his stretched and protesting hole. Each inward thrust the perfect depth to relentlessly pound the tip directly into his overwhelmed prostate. His own body heat quickly warming the frigid steel.
Rein's thrashes of discomfort at the sudden entry quickly turned into squirms of utter pleasure. The contact assault on his prostate transformed him into an incoherently babbling heap; his painfully erect penis drooling a constant stream of pre onto his stomach, turning his fur into a sticky matted mass. Somewhere deep in his mind, beneath the cloudy haze of sensory overload, he knew that he couldn't withstand this long; and that as soon as he came... the next phase would begin.
As if the pounding punishment on his prostate wasn't enough, the insidious device had another trick to share. Rein threw his head back, painfully cracking it into the metal table when the rod unexpectedly shot a jolt of electricity directly into his prostate. The shock caused his entire lower body to clench; toes curled, knees quivered and tugged against their bonds, guts violently seized gripping the rod tighter than ever, scrotum shrank pulling his balls up into his body, and cock twitched erratically sending strands pre whipping through the air.
With the shock dissipating and slightly dazed from smacking his own head Rein realized that thrusting of the rod had stop; instead it now ground with a steady pressure against his button. His breath was coming in rapid pants, cock continuing to twitch wildly despite the electric shock having stopped, he was about to blow.
A second quick jolt of electricity was his final straw. Again he threw his head back, letting loose a primal cry of pleasure as thick cum burst from the tip of his cock, but instantly that primal cry morphed into a ear splitting scream of pure pain. At the moment of climax he felt the rod twist inside him, the smooth rounded tip opening to reveal a razor sharp spine which speared forwards through his prostate into his abdominal cavity.
His arms and legs instinctively tried to flail, to propel him away from the source of the pain, but only succeeded in uselessly jerking against his bonds; while his cock continued to twitch oblivious to the stabbing pain, shooting rope after rope of thick cum, now tainted red with blood from his destroyed prostate.
As his orgasm faded the sudden shock of pain seemed to abate, instead beginning to feel like he'd just been punched in the gut... by a cannon. His scream petered off into a rasping sob. Just when his conscious brain had started to take back over, to make sense of what was going on, a click and hiss of hydraulics cause his head to jerk up. The rod began to move forward again, this time slow but deliberately, steadily driving the razor point deeper into his body, easily piercing through any loops of intestines that didn't slide out of the way.
Rein's body was in a constant state of motion; his back attempted to arch but was held down by the straps across his chest and stomach, arms and legs jerked spastically against their bonds, head flopped wildly from side to side. Each time the tip pieced a coil of intestines Rein's sobs of pain erupted into a high pitched screech.
By the time to slow advance brought the sharp tip to Rein's diaphragm his voice had grown hoarse and ragged, his sobs broken by frequent coughing fits. His eyes hadn't opened since his orgasm had hit him, but still his face was dripping wet, matted with tears saliva and phlegm. His muscles were growing weaker, his constant thrashing movement reduced to occasional spastic jerking. What little of his conscious mind was still able to function through the agony could do little more than dwell on how much more painful this was than his wildest fantasies had ever dreamed.
Rein's eyes shot open when the tip finally pierced through his diaphragm, moving from his abdomen into his chest cavity. He found that he could no longer sob and cough regularly, instead reduced to short raspy wheezes. Momentarily relieved of the constant shooting pains of new flesh being pierced he was able to look down at his body; what fur wasn't covered in his spittle or red tainted cum was matted flat with sweat, a large pool of glistening red liquid was spreading between his legs, and the unmistakable acrid scent of urine met his nose - clearly his bladder had voided itself at some point.
His head fell back to the table with a light thump, he was quickly growing light headed from lose of blood. His strength continued to wane, the edges of his vision beginning to close in, as the rod continued its path through his torn and battered innards. His wheezing breaths were interrupted by a violent series of bloody coughs as the tip pierced into his bronchial tubes. In its final stretch the slow press sped up to finish the job before the now blocked airways caused Rein to pass out, never to wake again.
Rein's cough abruptly turned into a gurgling gag as he felt his neck stretch to accommodate the 2 inches of solid steel; blood flowed steadily from the corners of his mouth. His head weakly shook side to side, jaw flexing like a fish out of water trying to suck air past the impossible obstruction.
Through the pounding of blood in his ears he just barely heard footsteps approach him, a pair of paws gasped the sides of his head stilling its movements and tipping it backwards. His eyes tried to focus on the mysterious figure, but between the bright lights tears and his rapidly fading vision he could make out nothing but a colored blur.
The paws held his head still, giving the rod a clear path to daylight that wouldn't involve a final push through his brain. His tongue drooped lifelessly onto the now warm steel as it passed through his mouth and past his teeth.
With a violent gurgle his body convulsed a final time before sagging limply to the table. When the tip of the rod came into his blurry darkened view the last conscious though he held was 'I did it, I got spitted clean through.'. Then his vision faded into total black.
In his booth Jared's console beeped to indicate the procedure had be completed. His eyes danced over the displays to verify that everything still read as expected before rising to look out the window at Rein's motionless body. With a satisfied grunt he spun on his heel to head down to the floor and examine the results first hand.
A curious unreal sensation was the first thing to wash over him. It started as a prickly pulling feeling around the top of his head, then quickly flooded down his body and through his arms. His fur stood on end as if to protect his body from a cool breeze. Then the smell of sweaty fur hit him at the same time as he heard someone moving around behind him. Finally, his vision became clear again as it felt like a heavy weight was removed from his head.
Rein groggily tried to sit up blinking against the lights. His body felt sore all over, but not really, more like the memory of being sore. "Easy there," he recognized the voice behind him as Jared's, "Take it slow. How do you feel?"
His head swam a little as his eyes adjusted to the dimmer overhead lights that had been on when he's first entered the room. Slowly he flexed his arms and legs, the bindings had been removed. "That was," his voice cracked as if he had to remember how to speak properly, "that was incredible. H-how did... it seemed so real."
Jared's paw wrapped gently around his side helping him carefully to stand on wobbly legs. "Come on, let's get you somewhere a bit more," he looked around the stainless steel room, it got the job done, but he didn't really like spending too long in it, "hospitable."
"I derived the system from the same technology which is used to execute murderers," Jared explained while Rein nursed a hot cup of tea. "It taps directly into the nerve center of the brain to make the murderer feel exactly what their victim felt as they died."
"You see it's shock that causes the brain to shut down in the face of extreme pain, even if it's simulated pain. That's how it's able to execute people. I modified it to bypass the shock centers of the brain; allowing me to simulate any feeling, pain or pleasure, without causing any harm to the body or making the brain shut down."
Rein just nodded, a spooky vacant look in his eyes. "Then I added the VR headset to feed images sounds and smells to match the artificial nerve inputs. The room is just there to fulfill a client's fantasies as they are brought in for the procedure." Rein continued to nod vacantly, regularly running a paw over his stomach. "So please, tell me, as my first test subject, how was it?"
Rein set down his tea cup a bit shakily. "I don't know, it may have been a bit too real. Most of the time I was in too much pain. I guess that's how it would really feel, but if you're doing it to fulfill fantasies... well, it's hard to, I don't know, enjoy a fantasy, if you're racked with excruciating pain."
Jared nodded, "I see, well, I suppose I can try to turn down the intensity of the stimulation, but it is firing the very nerves that would fire if everything was actually happening, so you get what you get."
"Yeah, I guess," Rein's paws trembled lightly, "it was just so intense, and..." he looked a little worried.
Jared caught the look and grew concerned, was some damage done? "What is it? Tell me."
"It's just, I can still feel it, but," his paw stoked over his stomach poking himself gently, "not really. I mean, nothing seems to hurt now, but, I don't know, it's like a phantom pain."
"Oh, that's the memory of the pain. The stimulation was real, but only to your brain. It remembers the pain, and as long as you live you'll have that memory, but like all pain of all injuries your consciousness will forget about it."","pools_count":1,"title":"SNF-Tech Labs","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"application/msword","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"2","rating_name":"Adult","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"4","name":"Sexual Themes","description":"Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal","rating_id":"2"},{"content_tag_id":"5","name":"Strong Violence","description":"Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"t","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"6","views":"1107","sales_description":null,"forsale":"f","digitalsales":"f","printsales":"f","digital_price":""}