lifeline part 02

You feel both my hands stretch apart your cheeks to leave you fully exposed. You are thankful you’ve relieved yourself of the clubber and that together we gave you a good, clean douching.

Tickling sensations rip through your anus and melt your pussy as my lips brush against the sensitive skin of your butthole. “Truly perfect. Entrance to… What was it? Your nasty, shit-filled intestines?”

“‘Nasty, shit-stuffed a—’ oooooh~”

I don’t seem to find it nasty. You feel heat flood your back passage as I initiate a kiss as tender and uninhibited as any I’ve ever given you. Simultaneously my hand glides up your thigh, up and up and up, till it parts your lips and I stroke back and forth along your pussy. You blush furiously to think of where my tongue is right now, but your hips rock all the same.

The rim is so sensitive. Why does it feel so good to have it exploded like that? But it does, nerve endings lighting up as I massage forcefully, soft texture of my tongue giving you a wonderful, rhythmic stretch… In time with the achingly soft stroking between your lips it’s like your lower belly is full of hot electricity. You release a series of moans, growing in intensity, and—

I stop licking your arsehole. Though I still stroke you, your building orgasm stutters and fades. You growl in frustration, definitely a wolf from which grandmas need to be protected. My breath tickles your back passage as I speak.

“Ah-ah, not yet, my love. You’re not cumming until I’ve explored you as deep as I can while still coming back!”

You rut against my hand but find no extra pressure to savour. I stroke you like a kitten, keeping you stoked but not allowing you to burn too hot. In a fit of pique you throw a lazy backward kick. I catch it on my tensed flanks, laughing. I know you could have done a lot worse.

“Fucking explore then,” you spit.

I reward you wish a train of long, deep strokes, each ending with a circle of your clit. The feeling of heat and urgency hits you like a flamethrower and you half-growl, half-mewl when it’s taken away.

“Better flare yourself as wide as you can, then.”

You hesitate, not wanting to follow orders, but a few more satisfying strokes make your jaw open and your heart flutter. When I stop again, you stick your bum into the air and flex little muscles that relax the sphincter.

Your rectum. Habitually empty unless desperate or about to perform the act. You blush into the mattress as you imagine me starting at yours right now, images of lumps of melted-down club-girl filling your mind’s eye. The stroking continues, though, so whatever I see, I must like.

“You’re pinker than I expected, Rey. Are you blushing?”

“Done… exploring?” You flinch as a fart puffs its way out, silent as your musical instrument is flared wide.

The message from your deeper intestines doesn’t seem to bother me. “Not even close. Let’s take a feel.”

There’s the sound of pump-action, and then the stretch begins again. This time it doesn’t pulse, but grows as my lube-slick fingers force you wide. Your butthole settles around my wrist like a mouth that’s bitten off more than it can chew and my fist occupies the whole of your rectum.

It’s a bit of a rush, feeling my hand angle and explore. Calm, commanding strokes on your sensitive inner walls feel very different to desperate struggling. It’s like being petted, adored, from the inside.

Fuck, you want more. You roll your hips to grind me against your inner walls but all you get is that I compensate, and your cunt goes hungry.

“Down, girl, your body belongs to me right now. Relax.”

You struggle briefly against your wrist cuffs, but they’re not going anywhere. Lacking other options and desperate to keep the sensations coming you press your hands and your face into the bed and go obediently still.

“Good girl. My greedy girl want more?” You screw your eyes shut and nod. “Hmm?”

“Yes. Want more. Deeper.”

“Deeper… like this?”

The rectum has two sphincters, top and bottom. I’ve punched through one. Two fingers now extend inside you and probe the deeper. It brings with it a stinging sense of violation, like I’m breaking out of the safe part and into the deep, dark, filthy places inside you.

But as I do, I’m breaking into the hot, wet, needy parts too. Two fingers glide into your pussy in sync. You can feel my fingers in your vagina pressing against my wrist in your backside. There’s so little that separates them.

“Deeper still, my greedy little piggy?”

You nod into the bedding. I must see it because boy, do you get your wish.

It’s with constant pressure that I feed my whole arm into your arsehole. Those two digits fingering the internal gateway force you open and the rest follows. Your body recognises this, feels meat enter through the unnatural method, and begins to reverse is peristalsis. I grunt approvingly and let your body grab hold. I must be enjoying it: the fingers in your pussy speed up as I unconsciously desire to give you the pleasure you’re giving me.

Squelches reveal just what state of filth I am pushing myself into. We only cleaned you out so far. But your guts run long and your smooth, clean skin hides the evidence of this simple fact: your guts are filthy. The woman and bacon sandwiches and pizza you’ve stuffed yourself with are chemically broken down and stripped of anything valuable, leaving me a hot, stained metre of diligently pulsing intestine to explore.

“You’re sucking me in, Rey. My little hungry pig, even your arse is ravenous. This is what you did to Shaun, to that poor child I shoved up there; even to your own kind in the park. They all drowned and burned in your shit.”

“Nnng, deeper, please… Want it…”

“Not much slack in my rope, piggy. Feel that?” Deep inside you, nerves that before now have only ever reported struggle tell you that you are being tenderly stroked in your ascending colon. Your pussy is ready to tell the rest of your nervous system that this is a good thing, that internal massages are hot, and that you’re so close to orgasm you could scream. “Feel that? I’m nearly under your ribs.”

“Nearly… closer…”

“You’re so hot inside. Fuck… you really have a grip on me. Thank God for the—”

I don’t see it coming. One moment I’m focused on the soft, powerfully sucking walls and the tension of the harness on my hips; the next, you’ve made an impossible move backwards. Your pale arse ballooned in my vision and a monstrously stretching bumhole smeared its way over my vision and then darkness.

You got your wish. My leading arm slides a foot deeper. You can feel my panicked scrabble actually pressing against your stomach from your large intestine. My neck and shoulder are trapped in the vice-like grip of your anus, and your sweet rectum confirms like a slick second skin to my face.

Perhaps I got my wish, too. Half-buried in your arse, once the panic subsides, I relax. The hand at your pussy adopts a heavy, urgent rhythm, stroking you towards the long-promised orgasm. I match the grinding of your guts in pace.

You realise a teasing tickle is me licking you out deeper than I ever thought I might. Apparently you are sweet inside.

I called you piggy and you wrapped me in your flesh. I’m suffocating and lathered with your waste but still I seek your satisfaction. From desperate, obedient plaything to glutted goddess in five seconds.

You ride my hand and grind your backside on my shoulder to an orgasm that starts in your fingers and toes, then rolls over you in wave after wave of pleasure. You cry out incoherently and live inside the heat and light that floods you, pussy-outwards.

You don’t know how long I’ve been inside you while you came. But you do know that I’m beginning to slow down my rhythm, and that I’d want to satisfy you fully. I can’t do that from outside your body.

You angle your butt and contemplate what must be done to finish the job, and quickly: you don’t want me to die outside your body. Your tendrils roll out, ready to peel away my harness and let your backside swallow me up.

But…

You hesitate. Who will rub your belly all night?

Your stomach growls, and gases and liquids shift lower down, bringing their own orchestra of noises. You’re starving hungry.

Who will cuddle you when you have nightmares?

You could rip my soul out of my dissolving body and keep it close to your heart. I might even like that. I could speak to you, tell you I loved you, that you were no monster, that everything was going to be alright. At least until your greater spirit flayed me from existence and I sank incoherent into the oblivion of your spirit digestion.

You curse passionately and take a few kneeling steps forward, giving birth to my head in the process.

Your heart does a back flip when you hear me gasp for air.

I don’t speak. Only pull myself slickly out of your bumhole. You lie there with your eyes squeezed shut, convinced I’m covered in your shit and disgusted, convinced I’m terrified of you. When I quickly leave the room you’re convinced I’m not coming back. You hide your face in the mattress, unwilling to cut yourself loose. The reed diffuser can’t cover the bite of waste in the air.

In the bathroom, a shower runs.

Five minutes for the world’s quickest exfoliating triple-shampoo shower, complete with nail scrubbing. The five longest minutes of confused possible rejection.

Then I’m back. I practically jump on the bed and wrap my arms around your shoulders. My cheek, squeaky clean and scented, rests against yours. “Are you okay?”

You look sideways at me with your face still half-buried in the mattress. “You don’t hate me?”

“No. I can’t. You know that. You’re perfect.”

Lying with God-knows what going on around your butt and having almost killed your lover and immured him in intestines, you don’t quite feel perfect right now. “Oki.”

“No, not Oki. You let me go, Raven.” I kiss your cheek. When it makes you tiny-smile I kiss you twenty times more. You smell mint. “Someday you’ll eat me. I know that. I love it. Take me, I’m yours. But.” Another kiss. “Today you didn’t. And I love that too. Also.” I fix you with a very serious gaze. “Being inside you like that was the hottest thing. I’m going to clean you up but I’m not letting you go until I’ve fucked you raw.” A brief hesitation, and then in a gentler voice: “Green?”

You wriggle your bum in the air. Suddenly it doesn’t matter what you must look like down there, what I might have experienced in your voracious guts’ embrace. The way I’m looking at you now, flushed with desire and excitement but full of concern and love… It makes you feel safe and warm. You bite your bottom lip.

“I’ve only cum once.”

I run my splayed fingers through your hair a few times in affection before closing the fist in a controlling grip. I hold you still while I move my lips an inch from your ear.

“Well that’s hardly enough for my beautiful piggy. Get ready to open wide, my love.”