A New Life

A New Life

Snark

Chapter 1

       A woman known as Sarah sat on a simple wooden chair looking at the box.  Gun metal gray; long handles ran the length of each side.  A rounded top with lock holes on each end.  It looked exactly like a coffin; because it was.  It was her coffin.  She had ordered it, it had been delivered. Some else had modified it.  She looked at it as she sat, nude, her beautiful copper hued hair dropping almost to her shoulders; swaying as she glanced back and forth.

       She reflected on its' requirement.  In the few previous years she had deconstructed her life; almost meticulously, certainly after she had realized what she was doing, quite deliberately.  Before her “conversion” she had had only a few men; afterward, hundreds.  Perhaps more.  Perhaps all.  She had learned to enjoy pain, to relish humiliation.  She had acquired an appreciation for the taste of piss, a craving to taste semen.  Men marveled at the tightness of both her holes, quite amazing, really, considering the number and size of cocks and other insertables that had ravaged both orifices.  Women desired her, and had enjoyed her.  Some had savagely abused her; she had enjoyed them all.

       She had crossed many lines, perhaps too many.  She had also crossed too many people.  A few she had seriously pissed off. To some she was a hindrance, a problem.  To a few others a plaything to abuse.  To still others a piece of meat to be devoured.  It became time for the woman known as Sarah to die.

       “I wonder if I will die, too?”  She thought.  “My persona will be dead, but will I join it?  Will they simply transport the coffin to a cemetery and bury it?  That would be the cruelest joke possible.  Or will they transport it to …somewhere? ...as agreed?  And if they do, who will I be?  What will I be?”

       The room wasn't large, just 4 stark white walls, a floor, a ceiling, a door.  She knew that she was being watched.  The cameras were well concealed, but she knew.  She stands her long body and limbs seeming to unfold.  Her large, perfect breasts stood proud, nipples crinkled, the nubs extending what looked like an inch from their dark bases.  Her emerald eyes appeared sad as they swept the length of the interior of her new home.  Firm buttocks clinched revealing dimples on their sides, the not quite hidden pucker twitched.  The movement of her legs telegraphed a slickness between her firm thighs

       “I'm wet?”  The thought at first astonished her.  “Why not?  Everything else arouses me.  Why not my death?” She looked down, the bud of her clit peeking out; red and swollen.  She sighed.  “You were the death of me.  Until the very end.  And beyond.”  She snickered at that thought.

       She stepped into the coffin and lay down.  Three wide, thick steel bars positioned at her ankles, waist and neck stood on end at the hinge side of the box.  Locking manacles on short chains matched each point of confinement.

       “It's for your arrival. They won't be needed for the trip.”  They had said.  Hopefully the bindings were proof that there would be an arrival that would include opening the lid.  Hopefully the next thing she would hear would not be dirt hitting the top.  

       As she fitted the bar and locked the rings around her ankles she remembered her auction.  It was online; anonymous persons somewhere in a different place, perhaps a different planet, certainly a different world, bid and paid a substantial sum for her. Surely that was an indication of her reincarnation?  Or was it just an elaborate hoax at her expense?  The money, if it was real, would repay her financial debts.  The personal ones would be paid when the locks secured the lid.

       The bar for her wrists came down next but she didn't fasten it.  She needed her hands to secure her neck and pull the lid down. Then she would fasten her hands.  Once the lid came down it would trap the bars to complete her restraint.  Only then would the next phase of her death begin.

       She lay in fitted foam covered in satin, the same feel that a corpse would experience, if it could.  She wondered if it would be her last contact as well.  She fumbled in the darkness to secure her wrists.  She had practiced doing it without the coffin but with her eyes closed.  Somehow this was different.  Her hands hadn't trembled before, why did they tremble now?

       The lid was raised perhaps an inch.  A silhouette peered in, features unavailable, 2 reflections from eyes appraising the bindings.  She thought she heard words,

       “Sarah is dead,” before the lid dropped again.  Mechanical sounds from each end signaled the locks being fastened.  Her next life was about to begin.  She hoped.

       A sweet smell came to her nostrils.  A gas.  Anesthesia?  Poison?  Surely not poison.  If they meant for her to die, why go to the trouble?  Just let her suffocate.  Or die of thirst while they pissed on her coffin, her parched lips yearning for just one more taste.  The smell filled her senses; her memories filled her dreams.  Which was memory?  Which was dream?

Chapter 2

       She was on her back, the floor wet around her.  Her hair stank of piss, her mouth was filled with cock.  Her legs were pulled up with her ankles on either side of her head.  Weight pressed her down.  A cock...or something filled her cunt, then her ass.  It was long; too long.  It pushed inside her, filling her, deeper, it couldn't be a cock.  Suddenly she could see; a woman grinned down at her, sharpened teeth revealed, ruby lips that dripped...what?  The woman's hand was sinking into her ass, then her arm. Impossible.  Her shoulder was now pressed against her buttocks, she felt a fingernail scratch the inside of her throat. 

       A loud cackle, almost a screech filled her ears and she was flung into the air, the arm slipping from her ass, her entrails a tether, dangling her upside down over a chasm without bottom; a void dark and sparkling.  A flash and whips caressed her back, her sides, her front.  They struck again, this time not a caress; striking again and again, tearing her flesh, the blood running down onto her face, soaking her hair, dripping into the void.  The whips wrapped around her breasts, tightening, binding them.  The breasts swelled, expanding, 2 purple balloons with grotesque protuberances; what had been nipples now resembled black rosebuds ready to burst.  The whips snatched her upright, dangling now by her chest, the pain flooding through her mind, a familiar pain she had experienced before.  She bounced on the lines, a marionette dancing to an unseen puppeteer, each movement sending glorious spasms to her cunt and asshole.  Would she cum as she did before?

       The whips uncoiled from her breasts and she watched as the balloons shrank and felt the whips wrap around her neck.  She was lowered to a surface were she lay wondering.  The whips became leashes, one suddenly attached to a large Doberman, his penis impossibly huge, red, swollen, dripping.  She felt him on her back, pressing against her.  His prick found her cunt and thrust inside, filling her.  He pumped wildly, her hole stretching to accommodate him, it went on for what seemed to be hours then she was empty but then filled again, her ass now full, the pumping uninterrupted, her cheeks being pounded, her chest squeezed by his forepaws.  His dewclaws, not removed, gouged her sides, then her breasts.  They stabbed her flesh; she felt holes torn open as the claws sank deeper into her breasts. They punctured again, becoming skewers that crossed between each globe.  Suddenly it wasn't her ass that was filled, it was her mouth.  The shaft sank into her throat, cutting off any chance of a breath, the knot swelling behind her teeth, locking the cock completely inside her mouth.  Her eyes bulged as her lungs felt as if they would burst, the cock seemingly sliding deeper into her throat.  She felt it in her chest, felt the tip touch her heart.  A burn began inside her chest, her ears rang.  Her fists were clinched into fists, locked to her sides; her ankles had grown to her thighs.  She tasted only his cock, smelled his musk, felt the wiry hairs of his abdomen pressing her nose and forehead.  Was this truly her death? A dream? A memory?  Darkness enveloped her and she felt the penis evaporate.

       She floated, bobbing; then she began to sink.  She slipped beneath the surface, urine filled her mouth, her nose, her sinuses burned, her lungs burned.  She drank to empty the ocean of piss, more, every swallow burning its way down; eyes covered in yellow, a yellow world surrounded her. She sank seemingly forever.        

       Awareness of...nothingness...Pressure against her lips.  Not smooth, wrinkled.  Seeing through closed eyelids she saw the rounded mounds of two mountains, staring through a narrow pass.  She realized that it was a pair of ass cheeks.  The ass cheeks of a woman.  A giantess? Or had she followed Alice down through the rabbit hole?  The corrugation was a pucker; an anus.  The anus of a prostitute.  She could almost remember the whore's name.  The pucker opened, her lips attached, opening, spreading wide, wider, stretching her mouth painfully open.  Could it open wider?  Would it?  She was wishing it would.  Her mouth was inundated with cum, an ocean filled her mouth, a tidal wave across her tongue.  Johns used condoms, didn't they?  Not in this universe, apparently.  The cum tasted as she recalled, then it changed, the flavor tainted from the other contents of the vessel.  She swallowed, it filled her belly.  The consistency changed, became thicker, lumpier, the original contents now filled her mouth.  Bitter, stringy, pungent smells invaded her nose, it was as if she could hear the taste, growing louder, filling her head.  Her belly grew, then her abdomen; then it wasn't flowing into her mouth, it was flowing into her ass.  An enema of gargantuan proportion, not liquid but paste like concrete, the stones rubbing her asshole; being poured into her gaping hole rather than flowing through a tube. In a moment of clarity she wondered,

        “Is this a dream. Or merely Hell?”  The caustic mixture burned, the rough texture chewed through her anus, her bowel expanding, swelling, bursting in a brilliant flash.  Nothingness returned.

       

Chapter 3

       She slowly became aware that perhaps she was alive.  She could hear herself breathing in a confined space.  Soft fabric rustled against her skin.  ALIVE!  At least so far.  Noises, mechanical noises.  A scraping, turning. She felt but could not see the lid lift from her enclosure.  Unseen hands lifted the bar, raising her head.  The ring around her neck was removed and replaced with another; tighter, more constricting.  Something was tethered to it, perhaps a leash or chain.  Her hands were lifted with the bar, the manacles replaced with hinged cuffs, her hands behind her.  Wide bands encircled her wrists, twisting was difficult, separating impossible.  Her ankles were enclosed within another set of manacles, these with a short hobble chain.  She still couldn't see.  Did the gas leave her blind?  Was this an added punishment? 

       She was lifted from the box and carried upright along what sounded like a passageway.  Her legs were still too weak to support her, the massive hands on either side of her were quite sufficient. There was a pause, more mechanical sounds and a door was flung wide. The glare was blinding, revealing that her eyes did function; now they functioned to deliver pain through her retinas to her brain.  She slammed her eyes shut, tears trickling down her cheeks. 

       When she was able she again opened her eyes, she was being carried down a hall way; it opened into a large chamber.  A glimpse around hinted at opulence, tall windows high on higher walls, paintings, tapestries.  Rich carpets strewn across marble floor. Other women, naked and wearing chains -slaves? - knelt before a throne placed in the center of the room. It rested on a dais, legs long enough to require a footrest.

       The woman seated on the throne was more than regal.  She was magnificent.  Golden blonde hair, blazing blue, almost turquoise eyes. High cheek bones covered with luscious skin of alabaster.  Wide shoulders, long arms connected to hands with long delicate fingers.  Her large breasts were covered, barely, the gown just sufficient to contain them.  A narrow waist above the flare of hips, legs that seemed too long reached to delicate feet wearing 4 inch heels. 

       “Our newest acquisition has joined us.”  A velvet, husky voice spoke.  The woman who had been Sarah blinked at the woman before her.  The hands lowered her to her knees, continuing to support her.  They held her to also constrain her, though that wasn't necessary.

       “This is the first day of the rest of your life.”  The woman continued.  “Whether it is a short or long life depends on me.  Also, to some extent, on you.  You came here voluntarily, I was told.  Did you have any expectations?”  She gazed at the kneeling form, a slight smile upon her lips.

       The kneeling figure shook her head.

       “No, ma'am.  None. It is all a mystery.”  She answered.

       “Very well.  It will be revealed to you.  A small bit at a time.  You will come to appreciate me.  To adore me.  To worship me.  Or you will die for me.  Truly die this time.  Without reincarnation.”

       She waved her hand and a low, wheeled table was brought forth.  Upon it lay a female form.  A beautiful smiling face shown under a gleaming bald pate.  She was attractive while bald, a smooth, unblemished skull, symmetrical, almost perfect. Her body was also almost perfect.  Breasts standing high, nipples aroused, a firm toned abdomen, tight hips without any sag.  And that was all there was.  The arms and legs were missing.  Smooth skin bearing only faint scars covered her shoulders and hips. Her pussy was also hairless, the clit standing out from its’ hood, pulsing slightly.  The labia were parted, each lip laid out to display its’ perfection.  It glistened, fluid dripping down the crack, spreading across the surface of the hips, where legs should have been.

       “Do you like her?”  The woman asked.  “She is pretty, is she not?”  The kneeling woman just nodded, her mouth dry, both from the anesthesia as well as fear.

       “She came to us much like you did, though by a different conveyance.  She was whole then.  She had glorious legs.  Her hands and fingers were exquisite.  You may see them one day.”  The woman who once was Sarah jerked at that and tore her vision away from the body on the cart and looked at the woman on the throne.  She was smiling.

       “They were just too pretty to throw away.  She had decided that she didn't want them anymore.  That she wouldn't need them anymore.  So they were preserved.  You may be amused by their new function. She, too, came here without expectations.  To determine her purpose, her destiny, took time.  As will yours.  That is appropriate, since time is all you have.  And that belongs to me.  As do you.”  She waved her hand at the figure below her.

       “She provided quite a lot of entertainment while her fate was being determined.  She suffered wonderfully.”  The woman smiled down at the partial person. “And you enjoyed every gloriously painful second of it, didn't you?”  The head nodded, smiling widely. She addressed the kneeling woman again.

        “We have many very imaginative people here.  The photos and videos of your previous exploits were interesting.  Consider them an appetizer for what you will enjoy here.  This example before you was used at least as stringently as you; now her life is simpler.  Now she has several responsibilities.  She provides pleasure and relief in the stables and kennels.  Demonstrate for our new possession, dear.” 

       The figure on the table squirmed a bit, the muscles around her lower abdomen twitching.  Slowly her pussy opened and her lubricating fluid flowed out, puddling on the table.  It continued to expand, gaping, revealing an astonishing ability to accommodate cocks of large girth.  Her female escort rolled her over, she then showed an equal capacity from behind.  She was returned to her back, her open mouth revealed smooth gums. 

       “Her teeth make a beautiful necklace.  With matching earrings.”  The kneeling woman shuddered, but her pussy twitched.  “She is a favorite with the stallions.  They know her well, both carnally as well as by her fragrance.  When they smell her they become quite animated.  The occupants of our kennels also find great delight in her favors.  Generally her beverage is tepid water and horse's urine.  She specifically dislikes the taste of dog's piss.  So of course she gets that regularly as well.”  The former Sarah felt her pussy start to moisten. “It took many months of chastisement – some might call it torture, we prefer to call it 'enlightenment' for her to convey to her trainers what she would become.  She didn't actually tell them, of course, because she didn't know herself.  It is revealed slowly, just as your destiny will be revealed.  Occasionally she is granted a treat.  Today is just such an occasion.” 

       The limbless figure quivered, perhaps in anticipation and twisted her head around, looking up at what was happening.  A narrow table was placed under the throne.  The beautiful blonde stood upon it and started pulling the hem of her gown up to her hips.  As she did this another slave removed the center of the throne bottom revealing an open dished section that resembled a toilet seat.  She sat back down, placing her feet on the footrests to either side of the table while the form was pulled from one table to the other, the face of the bald head placed under her mistress.  The table apparently had a mechanism for movement.  The mistress placed her fingers on the side of one armrest and moved the head into position. 

       “Her favorite beverage comes from me.  I'll treat her shortly.  First I get a treat.”  She said.  She pushed a few buttons and the head came up closer to the blonde's pussy.  The bald head had to strain to reach the labia with her lips.  The mistress teased the tongue, allowing a taste, a drop of fluid, then pulling away.  A small moan was heard from the head.  The tongue kept searching, the neck straining to afford access.  At last the mistress settled down and allowed the tongue and then the lips and mouth to feast on the flesh and the moisture within.         

       The kneeling woman watched, fascinated at the display.  This woman who had been monstrously violated worshiped the pussy of the very woman who had inflicted this terrible punishment upon her.  She lapped and drank as though it was the most glorious thing in her life.  The new arrival could tell that is exactly what it was.

       “Thirsty?” The mistress asked of the head beneath her.  The head nodded without breaking contact.  The mistress rose and dipped her hips slightly.  She parted her labia with her fingers and delivered a slow stream into the mouth waiting below her.  The woman who had been Sarah watched, thirsty, wishing it was her lying there, swallowing.  She too swallowed as she watched the slave's throat move.        

       The mistress continued to piss as the mouth swallowed, the throat showing the function.  She finished and settled down to allow the lips and tongue to clean her. 

       “Hungry now?”  The mistress asked.  The eyes under her gleamed and the head nodded enthusiastically, the toothless mouth opening wide.  Another touch of a button and the head moved slightly back.  The majestic blonde reached under her and spread her cheeks to provide a better view.  She motioned to the guards to bring the new acquisition forward.  They placed her close to the side of the throne.  Emerald eyes watched the space between the spread ass cheeks and the open mouth below. 

       The mistress settled down and relaxed.  She allowed a large morsel to pass into the waiting mouth beneath her anus.

       “Chew it slowly.  Show us how much you enjoy it.”  She commanded.  The mouth closed but a smile remained nevertheless.  She chewed, masticating with her gums.  Her eyes closed.

       The kneeling woman glanced from the chewing mouth down across the quivering body.  The cunt was again starting to open and close as if preparing for a lover.  Her body’s lubricant began to flow again, spreading over the smooth skin.  Her mistress watched the signs of her arousal, the cunt swelling; the clit growing out from its hiding spot.  When the diminished body began to shake with her passion her mistress commanded:

       “Swallow.  And cum.” Immediately the figure arched, supporting herself with the crown of her head and her ass.  A spurt of liquid erupted from her cunt; she shook several more times as her throat worked and then she dropped down flat onto the table.

       At the command the woman once known as Sarah also swallowed, surprised that her mouth was full of saliva, though she did not have an orgasm.

       When the toilet opened her eyes she again opened her mouth.  An even larger prize was given.  The slave's eyes widened as she struggled to close her mouth.

       “You may enjoy that all night.  I'll visit you tomorrow to find out how much. Then you may swallow it.”  The body was pulled out onto the flat cart and she was wheeled away, her cheeks bulging.  Another slave quickly slipped in under the throne to finish cleaning up.  The new spectator watched while the slave eagerly took to her task, continuing long after the skin was clean; worshiping her mistress's hole.

       “That will do.  Your mouth is soiled.  Another.” She motioned among the slaves, another slipped down to press her mouth against the shaved pussy, she fastened her mouth as would a leech, sucking and licking.  The muscles in her throat displayed her enthusiasm.  The mistress turned and looked down at her new property.

       “Perhaps you will get an opportunity to do that, providing you prove your worth.  Would you like to worship at my rear altar?”  The new slave nodded; she realized she was still salivating. She swallowed.  Was it necessary to lose her arms and legs to be allowed the pleasure of worshiping at that altar?  Was it worth it?  She thought perhaps that it was.