THE SELF-SACRIFICE OF JENNIFER by Jennifer Ashley

Feature Writer: Jennifer Ashley

Feature Title: The Self-Sacrifice Of Jennifer

Story Codes: Satanic, Shemale, WS, Scat

Synopsis: Jennifer yearns for a master that will understand her needs

The Self-Sacrifice Of Jennifer

Jennifer lay in bed staring up at the ceiling. She had just awoken from a fairly broken sleep, caused mostly by a mix of nervousness, excitement, a lot of questioning and soul-searching, but all tempered by an enormous amount of arousal. She hadn’t masturbated for three days, which for Jenn is a most unusual feat. But she wanted to build up her arousal. And today was the day — or at least tonight would be the night. Tonight she would transition from the world of civilized people into the world of the depraved, and make finally right a long time wrong.

Jenn always knew that she was different. She was very independent and had never really felt the need for companionship, or even friendship. She had friends of course, some going back to childhood, but they were kept distant. She preferred it that way. It was the physical world she connected with.

The trees, the mountains, the lakes and rivers, and the sky. The moon and stars at night, and the thunderstorms, oh how she loves a good thunderstorm! Most days she would spend alone, content as a whole person that contained both feminine and masculine traits.

Born in a male body, she dressed as a woman, and she supposed that she was on the transgender spectrum, but she didn’t much care for labels. The world’s social issues fixating on such things, the so-called “gender wars,” she saw as stupid. People are people, and if you’re a feminine male who presents as a woman, why should it matter? Fuck what anyone else thinks.

Jenn loves the feminine. The breasts, the curves, the hair, and oh their delicious scent. But she never had a girlfriend. For Jenn, there was just no need. She finds the feminine persona within to be satisfying enough. But that persona has unfulfilled cravings. Cravings that have been building for decades.

She first discovered her sexuality at the age of six. At the end of morning play time at primary school, the bell would ring and all the kids would run inside back to class. But Jenn would stay outside, knowing it was naughty not to follow the rules of the bell. A tingling sensation would happen with her cock, and it would become stiff.

The longer she stayed out, the stronger the sensation would become, until the tingling gave way to a kind of repeated pulsation that was extremely pleasurable. As an older kid, she would come to know this is called an orgasm. But because she was only six, it was a dry orgasm. But very intense, and of long duration, and not requiring any physical stimulation.

As an adult, she would miss this childhood ability. Just imagine; a mentally-induced sustained orgasm! She could never find anything about such an ability existing when browsing medical websites, but she knew it was a very real thing. She experienced it from the age of six until her teens. Maybe it was a rare phenomena reserved for a lucky few?

For the chosen?

Over the years sexual self-gratification of her body was very important to her. It became very central to her life. She learned many things from her own mind that would lead to sexual pleasure if put into practice. A bit like finding files in a computer system you had never seen before. They were always there, but you didn’t know until you discovered them.

Stealing clothing from girls so she could wear them and masturbate was a favorite. Hiding in the girls toilets in school so she could masturbate in her stall whilst the innocent girls around her came and went from the stalls either side of her was another favorite. And once, she masturbated in class whilst the lights were out during a film watching period.

In adulthood Jenn discovered the joys of normalizing her wearing of women’s clothing. Tight top, short skirt, heels — it was her to the core. She hated men’s clothing. She also discovered the excitement of peeing on herself, and the natural growth of that fetish into shitting on herself. She also greatly desired cock. She had no natural attraction to men whatsoever, but their cocks — she absolutely needed them. In her mind, her femininity was incomplete without serving her natural purpose of giving pleasure to men’s cocks.

But Jenn felt incomplete. Crossdressing, peeing and shitting on herself, and fucking the occasional woman once in a blue moon because their cunts felt so good, had gradually become … vanilla. It used to be exciting, but lacks what she feels is ingrained inside her — a deeply primal instinct to not just be a participant of a fuck, but rather to be the fuck.

For a long time Jenn thought the missing element was an actual man to fuck. It had only ever been a fantasy after all, with her actual real-life experience only being to fuck women. But in her dreams she began encountering non-human creatures that wanted to fuck her.

Seeking more information about such dreams on the internet brought up a whole world of porn devoted to girls who love to fuck monsters, serpents and so many other strange and wondrous creatures. She wished such creatures existed in real life, but they didn’t. It was all fake. But she couldn’t let it go — there was something deep inside telling her that real fulfillment will come from fucking a creature with a truly large cock.

Men just won’t cut it. Looking back, it was only natural that Jenn would start having fantasies about fucking horses. They are real after all, and there’s girls out there who actually do it. Jenn would imagine herself with a vagina, strapped to the underside of a horse with its sixteen inch cock rammed as far inside her as her body would allow. And the cum, oh the cum — a liter or more when the horse orgasms. But it was all fantasies. She hadn’t moved on from her vanilla life, and the frustration of not pushing her boundaries further was becoming depressing.

Then two weeks ago, something changed. Whilst casually browsing through Fetlife, a fetish website she had been a member of for years but had never met anyone through, she came across a simple picture. It showed a shemale standing in the forest stroking her cock, whilst a strange looking creature of the forest fucked a man beside her. It was a simple but powerful image that stirred something primal deep inside Jennifer. That shemale, standing there, patiently waiting her turn to be fucked by the creature.

YES! THIS IS ME!

A primal instinct to be the source of sexual gratification of the flesh by another, be it man or beast.

Jennifer changed her focus of her Fetlife browsing, from staring at cocks of men she would never meet in real life, to looking for like-minded souls. It wasn’t easy. Not many people will openly admit to their true depravity. Ropes or being caged are child’s play. Jenn wanted to find the souls like hers.

The animal fuckers, the fourteen year old fuckers, the shit eaters, the piss drinkers, and the givers. That’s what she called them. The givers. The givers are those souls that understand the power of giving one’s body, mind and soul to the dark energy that pervades the universe. That unseen but ever present force that delivers sexual arousal and pleasure from the world around us. That force that enables one to go into the woods at night and derive intense orgasms from whatever primal urges come to mind.

Jenn began to see that the truly depraved were indeed there. You just had to look closely. They mostly hung out in groups devoted to devil worship. Satan this, and Satan that. She didn’t care for such things herself, and certainly doesn’t believe in any of it. But it seemed to be where they dwelled.

She wasn’t entirely certain who or what she was looking for, but if she was ever to find someone to piss and shit on her, or help her find a horse to fuck, then she had to persevere. She also noticed that some women who had images of cartoon horses fucking cartoon women, also had photos of themselves in farm environments.

Just tame stuff, like sitting naked on a hay bale. But still, she wondered. If they like sexualized horse images, and also go naked on farms, maybe they are the ones fucking horses in real life? Jenn updated her profile to read simply …

“Looking for a Master to take me on my journey into the darkness and make the pure impure.”

She added some images of various beasts fucking humans, and joined a bunch of golden shower and scat related groups. Just to make sure readers knew what she desired.

She made a few connections with some men who certainly seemed to be into some fairly dark stuff. She tested them by straight out stating she wanted to fuck horses and young girls, and loved piss and shit. She figured the genuine ones would keep chatting with her, and the rest would run for the hills. Who would want to meet a potential kiddie fucker after all? It’s nice to live at home and not in jail.

Then last Wednesday, she received a simple one line message from MasterOfTheDark666, a fifty-four year old male from Antarctica, that simply read …

“Are you ready, Giver?”

What the fuck?! Giver? That’s just a term I had come up, with she thought. Must be a coincidence. But it was enough to make her look at his profile. There were hundreds of satanic images – the vast majority of which did nothing for her. But the ones showing beasts fucking people.

She so understood it! But she didn’t see it as satanic, or at least in the context of fucking animals. To Jenn it was just natural. But she could certainly see how the addition of human traits to animals, like half horse/half man beasts could be satanic. But that didn’t interest her. It’s not real. Horses are real. And if they are real, then the possibility of actually fucking one is equally real.

She replied to his message with an equally simple one line.

“Yes Master, I’m ready.”

She figured it would either end there, or go into some silly back-and-forth role playing game. But within minutes, he replied with a street address in her town in which to meet him. He even admitted to his real name so that she could check him out online. This, he wrote to her, was to establish trust. He ended his message by telling her that if she wanted to pursue her destiny, to meet him at his home the next night at ten o’clock.

She messaged him back with, “I’ll think about it.”

He never replied.

xxxxx

At ten o’clock on the dot, Jennifer stood outside the address given to her by DarkMaster666. She figured it was probably not what it seemed. Probably a tranny chaser who just wants to play with my cock or have me peg him. Neither things were of the least interest to her, but she did think she might get to enjoy a quick fuck or give him a blow job if that’s all he really wanted.

She was wearing her favorite long pink summer dress, with open-toe heels. She just started to walk up the pathway when the front door opened. The man standing there was a few years older than her, and a fair bit overweight, but otherwise fairly average. Her instant assessment was that she would fuck him if he wanted it. She didn’t mind the thought of larger men climbing on top of her.

Their weight and strength pinning her to the bed or ground making her unable to move and therefore unable to fend off a rape if she changed her mind and he didn’t, was an arousing thought. Jennifer only weighed fifty-nine kilograms, so if a one hundred kilograms bloke chose to rape her, then rape her he would. The only thing more arousing than that thought of being raped, was the thought to let it happen. To just let a fuck you don’t want happen anyway. There was something rewarding about the thought …

Remember, you are a Giver.

“I’m DarkMaster666. It’s nice to meet you Jennifer, please come in. Don’t worry, I don’t bite,” he said with a smile.

“What if I want you to?” she said, before smiling back at him.

“Ah well, that’s another story! Come in, come in, don’t worry about your shoes.”

Jenn walked inside. The front door opened directly into the living room. The television was on, and a ginger cat jumped off the couch in response to a complete stranger entering the room.

“That’s Boss Hogg,” he replied, “If you become a regular visitor, he’ll eventually stop running away from you.”

His home seemed completely normal, and he was friendly enough. There weren’t any pentagrams on the walls, or pictures of Satan, or anything untoward at all.

“So what attracted you to my profile,” she asked.

“Ah, straight to the point then? Very well. Put simply, I recognized in you the very type of rare individual I seek. I think you understand that the essence of sex isn’t about lovey dovey boy meets girl. It’s about how we connect to the Earth. The primal forces that gave us our existence in the first place also gave us primal instincts that lead to primal acts, that give us primal gratification, most notably through orgasm.

“But the way to get to it is more than just fucking. It’s about embracing the physical and denying the false notions of humanity like morality or purity. If it feels good fuck it! And if it feels good to another, be its fuck thing! There’s pleasure in giving, and even in sacrifice my dear.

“Fucking gives pleasure, but fucking as an act of giving for the pleasure of another, be it a man or a beast, is to use your body as it was intended. The world gave you your life, and if you give back to it, you will be rewarded with orgasmic pleasure more than most people will ever experience. And should you be willing to give yourself entirely – to sacrifice yourself — you will experience orgasm of a type only reserved for our kind. One that others will deny is even possible.”

“I feel the urges strongly, but other people don’t seem to,” she said.

“Most people deny this reality, and in so doing deny themselves. They live within falsehoods of civility and societal rules. They think they are separate from the world, when it in fact they are a part of it. They catch glimpses of primal reality when they fuck each other, but dilute the experience with false notions. But you — you know there’s a better way. You understand that by casting off your false purity, you rejoin the world and become part of the primal itself, not just influenced by it.”

“I need to make that my new reality. I want it to be me, all the time,” she told him, “I don’t want to deny myself any longer. Can you help me?” she asked.

“Of course my dear. I already have a plan. And from now on, you will refer to me as Master.”

xxxxx

The sun had just set as Jenn and Master arrived at the park in his rental car. Leaving the car behind, they walked across the park to the woods on the far side. She was wearing a long white satin wedding dress, chosen specifically to represent her life up until this night. Clean and symbolic of purity, adorning her body with grace as the tightly fitted upper body section gave way to long flared portion of the dress below, dragging slightly along the ground behind her. Like most wedding dresses, this one, as beautiful as it looked and felt, would be worn once. By sunrise the next morning it would be utterly destroyed.

They stopped at the edge of the woods and stood silently. Jenn’s cock became hard as she anticipated the activities they would be undertaking between now and dawn, in the ceremonial “self-sacrifice” of her old society-expectations driven life, to be replaced by her true self. The location was perfect.

There was the forest. There was the public toilets, which Master had sabotaged hours earlier to prevent them from being flushed by any users that evening. There was the long-drop toilet in the far corner of the sports field next to the woods. There was the horse stable on the other side of the woods.

And there was the twisting turns of the unlit pathway through the woods. They had discussed the basic plot for the night, but ultimately Jennifer knew that Master will guide her through her transition from the light to the dark over the next ten hours.

Twilight was giving way to darkness. The trees were swaying in the breeze, and the first hoot of an owl could be heard in the distance.

“Are you ready my dear?” Master asked her.

“I am,” she replied.

“From this moment on you will follow my instructions without question, and without hesitation,” Master stated.

“I understand Master,” she replied.

Together they walked forth into the forest, and into the night, and toward her destiny.

About one hundred feet into the woods, Master instructed her to stop. He began to remove his clothes until he was naked, before putting on a tuxedo jacket and nothing else. His cock was growing hard and he began stroking it. He stroked it for several minutes as the she longingly watched, her own cock rock solid.

“You know what to do my dear,” he said, as he stopped stroking.

She moved toward him and knelt down, taking his cock in her mouth. She began a very steady and rhythmic up and down suck of his cock. After a minute he instructed her to stop, but keep his cock in her mouth. Suddenly she felt a strong stream of urine pouring into her mouth.

“Don’t let any escape,” he instructed.

But she could feel her mouth was almost completely full already as the fast paced stream continued. She quickly swallowed it and let the stream continue to refill her mouth. When it was half full he suddenly pulled his cock out of her mouth and pissed all over her face, neck and breasts, as she swallowed the half mouthful.

“Just a small starter for you my dear.”

“Thank you Master,” she replied.

“These woods really are the darkest dark my dear. I have been here many times over the years. I have assisted others like you in this place. Think of it as a university of the night.”

“Yes Master.”

He suddenly shoved her hard to the ground, immediately pushing her head into the grass and holding it there, whilst pulling up her dress above her waist. She felt his sizeable stomach pushing down on her back and then his cock pushing up against her ass.

He forced his way in, and began fucking her hard. Jennifer wasn’t sure if this was part of the plan, or if the plan was just a ruse to get her into the woods where he would rape her. But she didn’t object, she didn’t resist, and she ignored the pain. If all she got this night was raped then fine.

His cock will be satisfied. That is the goal in this moment.

Master’s cock was sliding back and forth more smoothly now. Her hole had quickly moistened from the contents further in. Abruptly, Master stopped and pulled his cock out.

Still holding her head firmly to the ground he whispered, “Excellent my dear, you took that well.”

“Do you wish to continue Master,” she replied.

“In good time my dear. In good time. Stand up and continue walking.”

xxxxx

They arrived in a small clearing where there was a park bench, used by park visitors. One of many located around the park’s numerous walking trails. Against the back of it was a large cardboard box, many old blankets and some newspapers. She could see someone was sleeping inside the box. A classic homeless bum she thought. She could hear snoring, and hoped they wouldn’t wake whoever it is.

She whispered to Master, “They don’t know we’re here. Shall we sneak past?”

“My dear, this is precisely where we need to be. This fellow has been sleeping in different parts of this park regularly for over a year now. He set up by this seat last week. He’s not quite all there, if you know what I mean. It occurred to me that he will make for a perfect task for you.”

“Have you spoken with him about me?” she asked.

“No my dear. He hasn’t a clue. But you feel your purpose do you not?”

“Yes Master, I do. Is there anything specific you require me to do?”

“Just do what comes to mind. Learn to trust your instincts. Follow your urges.”

“Yes Master.”

Jennifer walked over to the box and crawled inside. The smell of unwashed clothes, body odor and both stale and fresh piss was overpowering.

“WHO’S THERE!?” the panicked and suddenly awake man shouted.

“Hi, my name is Jenn. I’m here to fuck you,” she told him as she put her right hand down his sweatpants and found his soft cock.

She immediately began stroking it.

“Fuckin’ bitch, get out of my crib.”

She pulled down his pants enough to expose his cock and without hesitation leaned down and took it in her mouth. It smelled and tasted foul but she began sucking it whilst still stroking it with her right hand.

“FUCK OFF!” he screamed, even though he made no effort to stop her.

His cock stayed soft.

“Fuck you bitch, you can fucking drink my piss then!” he told her as he began to urinate in her mouth.

If this won’t make her leave nothing will.

Jennifer started swallowing the man’s piss, but when he saw it wasn’t causing her to leave, he pulled away then sprayed his piss over her face. She smiled, and opened her mouth to take in what she could.

When his piss stream slowed to a trickle she told him, “I’m going to suck you, then I’m going to fuck you. I promise you’ll like it.”

And she did. The man hurled expletives at her throughout, but never once tried to stop her. He was clearly a nutcase and in a terribly unclean state, but that was not for her to be concerned about. Her task was to please Master, please the stranger’s cock, and receive her satisfaction from being the source of someone else’s orgasm. She sucked his now hard cock for five minutes or so, then pulled up her dress and mounted him, riding his cock cowgirl style for about ten minutes until she felt him cum inside her.

When she climbed off, she wanked him briefly for the last drops, and licked up all obvious traces of cum, then crawled back outside to Master. The man didn’t say anything further to her, and stayed inside his box. Whether he enjoyed it or not, his cock was satisfied.

“Well done my dear.”

“Thank you Master.”

“Let’s move on shall we?”

“Yes Master.”

xxxxx

Walking out of the woods didn’t make much difference to the darkness. The stars became visible but otherwise Master still needed to light the way ahead for them with his torch. Jennifer could see her own shadow moving around rapidly ahead of her, as Master was walking along behind. It was very twisted and out of shape, but would occasionally take the form of the perfect female body.

She loved staring at her own shadow — she had always found it a huge turn on. Master preferred that she be in front of him so that he could stare at her figure as she made her way forth along the path. Fuck the light she thought, but it certainly helped with getting to the next task. Better than stumbling about wasting time and delaying my destiny.

The dirt path gave way to a concrete path, which lead them to the driveway that lead to the horse stables. The smell of the stables was becoming powerful, and Jenn could hear the stirring of one or two sleepless horses. Her cock was as hard as it can get. She had been dreaming of what she was about to do for many years. Now the fantasy was to be a fantasy no more. It was to become a part of her real life experience. More than that, it was to become her.

Suddenly she stopped as she noticed a flicker of light from one of the stable stalls ahead.

She whispered to Master, “Someone’s here!”

In his normal speaking voice he replied,  “As planned my dear, keep walking.”

Unsure of what was happening, she resumed walking forward until they reached the stall gate where the light was flickering.

A man inside the stall opened the gate and said to Master, “Everything is prepared.”

Master replied, “Thank you Seb, you may go now.”

The man walked away down the driveway, as Master took her by the hand and lead her further into the stable. There were three horses present, and she wondered which one she would be servicing this night. Which one was going to take her beast virginity. In the distance, she heard a car engine starting, then slowly driving away. The man had gone, and only she and Master remained with the three horses. Three lamps lit the stable, providing sufficient light to see the horses just fine, but dim enough to not banish the darkness entirely.

Jennifer stared at each of the three horses. All three had very noticeable cocks. Whilst not hard, all three were certainly larger than she normally saw when she looked at horses in fields. Perhaps that man had been stimulating them to make them horny?

All three horses had their legs tied to stakes near their hooves, and were unable to walk away or kick. They appeared perfectly comfortable though. Clearly they had been tied before for whatever it is horse and showground people do.

Beneath each horse was a wooden bench with small head rest at one end. The benches were each about a foot wide, five feet in length and about two feet tall, with soft padding on the top. There was about one foot of space between the padding and the underside of the horse. Draped over the top of each horse was a leather saddle with foot stirrups hanging down, but modified with handles.

She turned toward Master, who was very slowly stroking his cock once more, and staring directly at her gaze without saying a word. Unsure of what to do next, she turned back to stare at the horses. Her cock was almost aching with stiffness.

“Permission to speak Master,” she asked.

“Go ahead,” he replied.

“Which beast am I to service Master?” she asked.

“All three,” he stated quite sternly. It was as if he was disappointed with her question.

You stupid bitch she thought. Of course it’s all three, they wouldn’t be there for the hell of it.

“I have no instructions for you in this task my dear. You already know what to do. The knowledge has been within you all your life. Follow your instincts. Follow your desires. Follow your flesh. Do what you understand must be done” he calmly explained. He was still slowly stroking his cock.

“Yes Master,” she replied.

Looking at the horse on the left, then the one in the middle, then the one to the right, she randomly chose the middle one and nervously stepped forward. She knelt down beside the bench and looked closely at the beast’s cock. It was hanging down, semi-hard and about fourteen inches long and three-and-a-half inches thick.

She couldn’t bear the anticipation any longer, but took the time to savor the moment. Her last ever moment in a life that had never joined with the beast. She closed her eyes and breathed in, then breathed out and opened her eyes once more. Then she raised her right hand to the horse’s cock and gripped it’s girth at about the midway point.

She slowly began masturbating the beast and was pleasantly surprised to get an immediate positive response as she could see and feel the flesh getting longer and thicker. She settled into a steady rhythm of back and forth along the shaft, before eventually pulling it slightly sideways toward her as she leaned in closer.

She took the horse’s cock in her mouth and managed to (just) fit the entire head inside. She began moving her tongue back and forth and up and down over the tip of the head, all whilst keeping up the rhythm of the masturbation with her hand.

The beast’s cock was now very hard, and had grown to a length of about twenty-eight or so inches, and was a good four inches thick toward the base end. She maintained the actions with her hand and mouth for the next five minutes before slowly easing back the pace of the masturbation and slowly pulling her head back from the cock, allowing a large amount of her saliva to dribble down her cheek.

Jennifer briefly stood up and lifted her dress up high, revealing her girl cock and ass before bending down and climbing onto the top of the bench beneath the horse. She settled in on the bench, lying on her back with her head against the headrest. She spread her legs wide, wrapping them around the belly of the beast. The cock was now in the small space between her torso and the horse, parallel to her body. The horses balls were somewhere down by her thighs, and the cock extended all along the length of her tummy and chest, with the head ending right up in front of her face.

Jenn tilted her head slightly forward and once again took the head of the huge cock in her mouth. She placed both hands on the shaft of the cock and began to masturbate the horse once more. She quickly settled into a steady rhythm of working the shaft with her hands, stimulating the head with her mouth, and gripping the horse’s sides with her legs. The horses cock was now constantly rubbing against her own. To her absolute delight, she didn’t need to stroke her own cock, so never needed to let go of the horse cock with either hand.

The horse was unwittingly doing it for her! As the minutes went by, first five, then ten, then fifteen, the horse began to shuffle about within its restraints. It’s cock had never once softened, and she understood that she and the beast had now connected and become one in the experience. The beast wanted to cum. Jennifer wanted the beast to cum. Their goal was one and the same.

It had now been twenty-five minutes of pleasuring the cock without a break. She had kept up the rhythm very nicely and the horse was now jostling about quite violently within its restraints. It’s cock frequently ramming into Jennifer’s mouth as she did her best to keep the steady and unrelenting rhythm going.

Her legs were now completely vertical, flapping against the horses sides, and she couldn’t help but frequently let out a moan of pleasure. Some of that pleasure was coming from the horse’s cock running against her own, but mostly it was coming from her own orgasm mental energy. She had become a source of physical pleasure for the beast. It’s what she wanted to be. A fuck thing.

I AM the fuck!.

After thirty minutes the horse had reached maximum sexual pleasure and began to shudder with extreme force. Jennifer briefly thought of her own possible demise if the beast got loose, which only served to increase her own excitement. If her death was necessary for the fuck to achieve its goal of gratifying the horse physically, then so be it. But the restraints held.

She was moving the shaft back and forth very quickly now, and had the full cock head fully inside her mouth, working a single steady motion around the small hole near the tip. Then she felt the shaft suddenly swell and before she could fully comprehend what was happening, her mouth exploded with cum as the horse reared its head and neck up letting out a loud snort.

The cum was immediately bursting out the sides of her mouth and down her neck. But she didn’t stop anything, even for a moment. She continued working the shaft as the head slipped out of her mouth during a violent lurch of the horse, causing the second cum load to spray across her face. She moved her face toward the cock again, just managing to get her mouth over the head before the third cum load shot into her, which she immediately tried to swallow, causing herself to choke.

The fourth cum load sprayed over her breasts and neck, the fifth over her face once more, whilst the sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth and tenth loads were all deposited into her mouth. Most of it spilled out over her face and neck, and pouring down to the stable floor, but she still managed to swallow about eight mouthfuls.

The horse let out a whinny and shook its head as the stream of cum reduced to a dribble. Jennifer greatly slowed her masturbation of its cock, but could still feel pulses of orgasm in the shaft, so made sure her mouth was still at the tip of the cock, to take in what she could, or intentionally let escape.

She loved the sensation of cum running down her face and neck. As she began to feel the cock begin to soften she occasionally worked the shaft from base to tip with a firm grip, to try and squeeze out any remaining cum. Even the small amounts she managed to capture were equal to al the cum a man could possibly generate during sex.

At that thought, she knew she had lost all interest in men. Of course she would still be used by Master. That obligation is a given. But otherwise her future had become very clear. She would only be satisfied herself by satisfying beasts from now on.

Her legs were now draped over the sides of the bench. Her entire upper body was dripping with horse cum. Her breathing slowed as she caught her breathe finally. Master was sitting in the corner on a wooden chair. She had forgotten all about him when she became one with the beast, but she could see the glisten of cum on his stomach. He must have very much enjoyed the show.

Jenn immediately felt a hot flush across her upper body and into her face. It startled her, until she realized the horse was pissing on her! Oh my god, the quantity and force of it! She opened her mouth and took in what she could, drinking what must have been enough to fill several glasses. But the vast majority of the stream was pouring over her and falling to the floor in a small river. Across the room she could hear it running into a drain.

FUCK! We should have placed buckets underneath to catch this! What a fucking waste!

When the horse stopped pissing, Jenn lay there in the stillness of the night. Her left arm and legs were just hanging off the bench in complete relaxation. Her right hand was just caressing the horse’s soft cock. She couldn’t believe she had finally done it. She was guilty of bestiality and it felt right. Fuck society’s rules. This is why I’m here. I won’t be denied my rightful place in the world. And the beast won’t be denied the fuck.

Master remained in his chair. He hadn’t uttered a word. He didn’t need to. She knew who she is now. She knew her destiny. She also knew that two more horses were waiting to be serviced. It was only midnight, and the night was still young.

xxxxx

Master had been outside for several minutes when Jennifer walked out of the stable to join him. She took her place at his side and stood silently with him. The cum and piss of the beast still dripping from her soaked and discolored dress. The garment now represented impurity.

“You did well my dear,” Master told her, as he looked up at the stars.

“Thank you Master,” she replied.

“Have you considered how you will service the second beast?” he asked.

“I’m going to fuck this one,” she replied.

She actually surprised herself as she said it, as she had only anticipated one horse cock this night, using her hands and mouth only. She had long wished she had a cunt to fuck animals with. Not just horses, but also bulls. To be fucked by a bull would be the ultimate self-sacrifice into the dark. But she had often thought of larger dogs as well.

She recalled the time when she was eleven and a dog at a friend’s house started humping her leg. She thought it was disgusting, but she didn’t push him away as it oddly felt right. She remembered feeling some sticky warm stuff came out of the dog just before it stopped humping her leg and walked off to the next room. A strange experience, that she found strangely interesting. She understood it fully now of course.

Fuck, why wasn’t I born a girl. Pleasing the beasts would be so much easier if they could use my cunt.

“Good girl my dear. I’m very pleased with your progress. You may start when you so desire.”

He gestured toward the stable, and she turned to walk back through the entrance.

Jennifer walked over to the horse on the left, noticing that its cock was already hard. Without hesitation she removed the bench from beneath the horse and immediately crouched beneath him and took his cock into her mouth. It was familiar now. She understood this cock and what pleased it. She quickly got into a steady and firm rhythm with a perfectly even pace.

The head of the cock in her mouth being teased with her tongue and sucked, her right hand on the shaft masturbating it, her left hand with three fingers deep inside her ass massaging it and encouraging her to shit, and to top it all off, she was peeing on her own feet. The thought that she was also now pissing the first horse’s pee out of her own cock was very arousing.

As her pee stream waned, she pushed out a good amount of shit into her left hand, which she proceeded to rub over her ass and then up under her dress across her breasts. Her cock became rock hard once more, before bringing her shit stained left hand up to join the right hand masturbating the giant beast cock still in her mouth. She kept the routine going constantly for the next ten minutes until the horse began that now familiar shuffling about, as it tried to move its legs.

The stallion was highly aroused now. It’s cock was completely horizontal with stiffness, and keeping it in her mouth was a rough ride now. Although securely tied to the stakes, the massive creature was able to thrust forward and back quite some distance, and would frequently hurt her mouth as it violently shoved its cock forward hitting the back of her mouth and causing to gag every few seconds.

She withdrew, and climbed out from beneath the beast, much to its annoyance. As she stood up she once again began pissing on herself, as the large amount of horse pee she had consumed earlier made it’s way through her system. She could feel it running down her legs and soaking into her dress as she dragged the bench sideways and positioned it back under the horse, but further forward than last time.

She climbed into the tight space between the bench and horse and positioned her ass at the end of the horse’s cock. Master stepped forward and began masturbating the horse’s cock for her, as she shuffled herself hard up against the cock, trying to push her hole over the head of the cock, to no avail.

Master continued to masturbate the cock whilst also giving the horse a few whacks on its behind with his other hand. The horse lurched forward several times, but each time its cock would just ram Jennifer and push her forward on the bench.

“FUCK!” she screamed, before climbing out of the tight space and pulling the bench out, tossing it aside out of frustration.

She immediately returned to beneath the horse, this time facing toward the floor whilst bent over. Her legs were spread apart with ass at the level of the horse’s cock, feet securely on the concrete floor, her torso level just beneath the horse, and her hands holding onto the back of the horse’s front legs so she could push herself back onto the horse’s cock. She could feel the head of the cock against her tight hole, and the horse was again pushing into her but only ramming her whole body forward without penetration.

You can do this. You MUST do this. It’s your fucking purpose so just fucking do it.

Pushing on the horse’s front legs she pushed back on the horse’s cock as hard as she could and could feel it slowly entering her, becoming more and more painful by the second. It felt like she was being split open, but after a few moments the head squeezed through her hole and effortlessly rammed forward as deep as her ass would allow.

She had expected to push and pull herself back and forth over the cock but immediately found herself being fucked by the majestic beast. It could feel its cock was inside and it could still thrust forward and back enough to properly fuck this insatiable creature that had presented itself to him. And fuck he did. Jennifer’s body was pummeled as she held onto the front legs. She was pushed forward and back a good foot with each thrust, and quickly realized there was no getting off this ride. She would be used by the beast until it was satisfied, no matter what the physical cost to her body.

“FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!” she shouted.

She must have said it a hundred times over the five minutes of being mercilessly fucked by this cock of all cocks. Then the horse abruptly stopped at the moment a thrust had positioned deep inside her. She was pinned forward, held solidly in place by the beast’s throbbing cock. After holding her there with his cock for a full minute, the horse suddenly rammed her violently.

One thrust, two thrusts, three thrusts, four thrusts, very hard and painfully, then with a full body shudder of both girl and beast, he released his first load of cum, then another thrust, more cum, another thrust more cum, then he stopped again and held still whilst his cock continued to release wave after wave of cum.

She moaned with painful pleasure and could feel herself immediately feel bloated with a huge amount of cum inside her and equally large amount pouring from around her ass and the horses cock to run down her legs into a growing pool of cum on the floor. A hint of pink mixed in with it as her blood melded with the cum in her ass.

The horse released about twenty loads of cum over the space of a minute before pulling its cock out of the fuck thing beneath it. Jennifer felt herself unload a huge amount of cum as soon as the cock pulled out of her. She reached around and scooped up as much of it as she could from the river of the cum making its way down her legs, and promptly placed it in her mouth.

She knelt down beneath the horse and placed the cock back in her mouth and started to once again squeeze out the last drops of cum by pulling her hands tightly along the cock from the base to the tip. She did this for several minutes as the horse stayed relatively hard, before finally letting him go, then standing up to rejoin Master. It was only now that she realized Master was not present. Pulling her sticky dress back down into place, she made her way outside where she found him again staring into the night.

“Why did you leave me Master?” she asked.

“You were at one with the beast. You gave yourself entirely unto him. I did not want to be present once you had given yourself over to the beast, least I be tempted to intervene if the fuck begins to take your life. Do you understand my dear?”

“Yes Master, I do. The pleasure of the fuck for the beast is all that matters. If the cock needed to penetrate deeper into me and taking my life in the process then that is what must happen. The flesh must be satisfied.”

She understood this now. This simple truth had dawned on her earlier when the final thrust of the horse just before it first came pushed into her so hard she thought she would rupture inside. It made her realize the beast was in control.

She had been pinned in place and could not have stopped the beast from fucking her too hard and causing serious injury or death even if she tried. Understanding that it was futile and therefore pointless to resist is when she gave herself over to the beast entirely. There was no choice. She would live or die as the fuck demanded.

“Are you prepared for the third horse,” he asked?

“Yes Master.”

“Kneel before me,” he instructed.

Jennifer knelt before him and he began pissing into her mouth. She swallowed all of it, before standing up again.

Together they returned into the stable, and Jennifer took her place beneath the third and final horse. She entered into the now established routine of mouth and hands on cock, stirring it to life and watching it grow in size as her own cock grew. Sucking the beast’s cock and masturbating it was mesmerizing. She was very much where she was supposed to be. But this time it had to be better. At least she knew her hole was a lot more open, and sure enough this time proved to be a lot easier to get the cock inside her.

She was on her back again this time. Head against the headrest, legs spread wide apart wrapped around the horse’s body, and her hole pushed successfully over the end of the cock. This was the position she most desired. Her hands in the handle grips hanging from the saddle, she was able to easily fuck the horse this time. Pushing and pulling herself up and down his shaft. Master had also securely tied her to the underside of the horse to make each thrust more tangible.

As she slowly brought the horse to ever greater heights of arousal over the next half hour, she reflected upon where she now was and who she now was. It’s one thing to think of yourself being desirous of a beast fuck, but to actually do it brings real purpose to existence.

The horse had been stirring vigorously for the last ten minutes, and she knew it was close to orgasm. This time she could handle the thrusts and violence. Facing upwards and with cock inside her and hands on stirrups she could better control her responses to each thrust.

She continued sliding her hole back and forth over the shaft, pushing in as deep as she could. The horse working it’s own thrusts into her, she tried to match her thrusts to his, so they both pushed together and pulled back at the same time. It made for longer shaft slides and harder impacts, which all equated to more pleasure for the beast, which is what they both wanted. Needed.

Jennifer was able to maintain solid and secure thrusts with just her left hand holding the stirrups. The horse was able to penetrate just as well as if she had both hands held on, thanks to Master having tied her securely to the belly of the beast, so she allowed herself to pleasure her own cock with her right hand. She wanted them to cum at the same time. Horse and girl, together. She could feel he was close, and began stroking herself furiously.

The beast began to thrash. The inevitable violent bit was underway. Jenn was close to cumming and began to moan loudly. Then she began to scream.

“I GIVE MYSELF TO YOU NOW! THIS BODY IS FOR YOU! FUCK ME HARD! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” she shouted loudly, almost wondering who she was communicating with.

Was it the horse? Was it the universe? Was it the unseen force she had felt compelled to follow all her life that was so irresistible in its promise of sexual gratification? Who, or what, is it? She closed her eyes and screamed into the night.

“FUCK ME! … FUCK ME! … FUCK ME!”

Don’t ever stop fucking me, I’m yours.

“FUCK ME! … FUCK ME! … FUCK ME!”

Do it now. Take me. I’m here. I’m the fuck. Devour me.

And the beast came. The first wave of cum was huge, squirting into her powerfully for a full five seconds, quickly overloading her insides and forcing itself out of her hole in an explosive escape that sprayed all over her ass and thighs. The third, fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh cum loads were all the same.

She orgasmed into a state of pure ecstasy. Her eyes rolled back and head violently shaking as her body heaved over and over. She wasn’t even touching her cock anymore, her arms were loosely hanging down to the floor as the horse fucked her with continuing thrusts discharging incredible copious amounts of cum into her.

Her cock was cumming as her G-spot was constantly stimulated by the cock of the beast inside her. She came more than a dozen times as the horse came, their respective cums melding into a single river pouring off her ass, all over the bench and down into the small lake on the floor beneath them both.

The horse did not withdraw as its cumming slowed. It held its hard cock inside her for a full five minutes after the last major cum load, allowing the smaller pulsations of orgasm that slowly waned over the five minutes to pump every last ounce into her. Her own cock was still tingling with minor orgasm for a good couple of minutes after cumming.

Master walked over to them, reached down, and removed the ties that were holding this third horse to the stakes. Jennifer climbed off the bench and Master pulled it away. She sat down on the ground under the horse, and cleaned its cock with her mouth. She leaned against its right hind leg and caressed its cock.

She was exhausted, but very content knowing she had taken her rightful place in the world of the beast. The beast did not harm her. Her innocence was gone, it had been taken. Or rather, given away in an offering that was accepted. She was impure. A fuck thing.

The horse then began to urinate. She was right there, already holding its cock when it started. The next minute of drinking and showering as twenty liters of urine poured down over her was the perfect ending to her three horse induction. Jennifer felt she was finally home.

xxxxx

It was three in the morning, as Master once more enjoyed the sight of Jennifer walking along in the torch light in front of him, as they made their way back through the woods. Her dress was now very dirty, and was clinging to her body, with every fiber soaked in horse cum and urine. Nevertheless, it was still much cleaner than it was about to be.

Arriving back near the car park, they made their way over to the public toilets. Two stalls in the women’s, and one stall plus a urinal in the men’s. Master had not checked the toilets to see if anyone had used them since he turned off the water supply to prevent them from being flushed. But it was a Friday night, and young people in their cars had been coming and going all evening. Surely somebody used them?

Before entering, Master took Jennifer’s left hand in his right hand.

“Come my dear, let’s see if anything has been left for you,” he jovially said as he lead her into the women’s.

The first toilet had yellowish water and some toilet paper in it, which was disappointing. The second was better, with two moderate sized pieces of shit inside a clump of toilet paper, and no water at all. A small crack in the side of the toilet had allowed it to leak out.

“Well some reasonable success there my dear. Come, let’s see what the men’s has for us.”

Entering the men’s it was obvious something was going to be there, as the place was filled with the stench of human shit. The urinal was also clogged, filled to the brim with pee. On the floor just outside the one and only stall, was some small puddles of very runny shit, and more urine on the floor under the door.

Master pushed the door open, still grasping Jennifer’s hand in his. Jennifer’s cock was now extremely hard. There before her was the ultimate fantasy come to life. The toilet, obviously clogged with paper or a rag, or something, was full to the very top with brown sludge. It looked as though multiple people must have used the toilet to take a shit, then the last person to do so had the runs. It was just the foulest looking loo you could imagine.

“Take care of the women’s first my dear. Anticipation is everything. You shall save the best for last.”

“Yes Master,” she replied as she turned to walk back to the women’s, with Master following right behind.

She lifted up her dress and sat on the toilet seat, then reached down into the bowl between her legs, picking up both pieces of shit with her fingers, one with each hand.

Master stood before her and began to piss over the front of her dress before moving the stream upward over her breasts and neck and onto her face, reaching there just as she shoved the turd in her right hand into her mouth and began eating it, followed quickly by smearing the second turd across her face from cheek to cheek, then spreading it over her neck and up over her forehead. Master continued pissing on her face, causing long lines of yellow and brown to run down her body and further stain her dress.

After consuming the shit in her mouth and licking her hands as clean as she could get them, she arose once more.

“I’m ready Master.”

He once again took her hand in his, and lead her back to the stall in the men’s.

“This will be your defining moment my dear. Your life as you have known it ends tonight. Right here. Right now. You will cast off all final traces of purity. All final traces of civility. All traces of falsehood. You will embrace the waste of the flesh, for it is the destiny of all flesh to become the waste. Everything dies my dear. Step forth, and assume your place in our world.”

“Yes Master.”

Jennifer stood before the toilet, and could actually feel a small pulsation at the base of her cock. Her body was actually starting to orgasm just at the anticipation of what was about to happen.

She pulled down each shoulder strap of her dress, and folded the top of the dress down to just below her breasts, then hoisted up the lower half of the dress to just above her waist, and began slowly stroking her cock. After a few moments she knelt before the toilet, and whilst still slowly stroking her cock with her right hand, lifted the toilet seat with her left hand.

Remember this moment she thought to herself. Then she stopped stroking her cock and placed each hand on the top side edges of the toilet bowl, before looking sideways at Master to make eye contact with him one last time as her pure and innocent self. He was slowly stroking his cock and staring directly into her eyes.

“Sexual gratification of the flesh is why we have bodies,” he told her, “The physical body demands physical satisfaction from a physical world. The mind you have been gifted with guides you to the tasks that deliver that gratification. This is one such task. You know what you have to do my dear,” he said with assurance and a wry smile, as he continued to slowly stroke his cock.

“I do Master,” she said with an equally wry smile.

Then she turned back toward the toilet she was gripping and stated aloud, “This is me now. This is what I am,” before plunging her entire face and half of her head into the full bowl of putrid shit and diarrhea.

Jennifer was changed in that moment. Her world had turned dark, both literally and figuratively, and she held onto the moment as long as she could. She was where she wanted to be and she didn’t want to let go.

It was glorious!

She opened her mouth and gulped in a mouthful before immediately swallowing it, then gulping in a second mouthful before pulling her face back up out of the bowl and positioning herself steady once again kneeling upright in front of the toilet. She released her grip from the side edges of the bowl and opened her eyes. She swallowed the second gulp of shit still held in her mouth before repeating out loud …

“This is me now. This is what I am.”

Without skipping a beat, she cupped her hands together and lowered them into the toilet bowl until she was almost elbow deep in the darkly brown mixture, then pulled them back up quickly to pour the contents all over her front, smearing it all over her neck, breasts and stomach, before cupping her hands again and repeating the process.

Over and over, moving later loads to her arms and legs, sometimes bringing up a load and then shoving her face into her loaded hands. Eventually she lay back on the floor in a sea of shit and diarrhea, legs spread apart, stroking her cock furiously with her right hand and fingering her ass with her left hand.

Master continued stroking his cock, but increased the pace of doing so as he watched the death of innocent Jennifer in the light and the birth of depraved Jennifer in the dark.

Her moans of pleasure became louder and louder as her orgasm approached. Her shit covered body and clothing sliding around on the slippery concrete as she began an all-body shudder. She began to climax, but at the point where she would normally cum, the climax continued to increase to a level she had never before experienced or thought was possible …

She came …

Her cum shot up a meter into the air as her moans gave way to screams of pleasure. Her eyes rolled back and her head hit the concrete hard as pulse after pulse after pulse of orgasm discharged a seemingly never ending supply of cum over her torso, legs, arms and even reaching her face. This was her birthing experience. Depraved Jennifer had entered the world in a fit of complete sexual orgasmic pleasure, derived from gratification of mind and body from her primal urges.

Her moaning continued as the orgasm began to slowly wane. It had lasted a good thirty seconds, and she was still stroking her cock, albeit more slowly now. Her legs finally stopped squirming from side to side in the sludge on the concrete, and her left arm was now resting by her side, while her right hand periodically stroked her cock. Slowly teasing out every last drop.

The orgasm finally waned as her body settled into a state of relaxation. Her panting reduced as she regained her breath. She was sweating all over her shit covered body. Occasional pulses of minor orgasm were still throbbing between her legs as her body tried to push out the last drops of cum …

She then felt the sudden and unexpected, but very unmistakable stream of hot piss spraying on her face, then back and forth along her body. Master was standing over her delivering his latest load of liquid gold to where it belonged. She opened her mouth and he directed the stream into it, which she swallowed as the rules of the night demanded.

When he finished, he knelt down beside her and gently wiped the shit from her face onto his fingers, before placing them in her mouth, which she cleaned off with her tongue. She was exhausted but accepted his hand when he gestured to her and then pulled her up into the standing position.

She stood there, with shit sliding off her and running down her arms and legs.

“You are one of us now,” he whispered.

“Yes Master,” she whispered back.

His cock was hard. So was hers. There was still two hours until dawn.

xxxxx

Before leaving the toilets, Jennifer lay on her side in the clogged men’s urinal, and used its pond of urine from dozens of men and boys to wash off a fair amount of the shit from her dress and body. She also drank some.

Master lead her across the sports field, back toward the wooded area on the far side. But that wasn’t where they were going. Their destination was the old long-drop toilet in the little wooden shed in the far corner of the field. It was used mostly by the boys and girls from the nearby high school who play sports here, and by the girls and women from the pony club next door, which was right beside the horse stables they had used earlier.

There wasn’t much more Jennifer could do with this little toilet. Of course she would gladly use anything she finds in it but she didn’t see how it could even come close to comparing with her christening in the shit filled toilet just minutes ago.

It was a good three minute walk across the field, and Jenn would periodically scrape her hand up her arm or leg to scoop up traces of remaining shit and then eat it. It just seemed normal to her now.

As the wooden door to the long-drop toilet creaked open, Master shone his torch into the little room, and then down into the hole beneath the toilet seat. Jennifer was immediately disappointed to find the bottom of the hole was a good twelve feet down. There was probably a huge pile of shit down there in a deep bog of piss and ground water, but it was all out of reach.

Jenn once again hoisted up her dress as she sat down on the toilet and then leaned back and lifted her feet up onto the walls either side of her. It was completely instinctive. In the absence of any other reason for being in the little shed, she assumed Master wanted to fuck her here.

She wedged her feet against the walls. She was still wearing her high heels, so they wedged between some loose wall boards quite well. They had been on her all night, though everything. Fuck she loved her high heels. They enhanced every single sexual experience she had.

Master grabbed her ankles and pushed his cock into her ass as she let out a moan. They had both been anticipating a fuck all night. Neither was interested in dragging it out any longer, or changing positions, or switching to a blow job. Just fuck.

He fucked her hard, and the sound of her high heels banging against the walls in a fast paced rhythm was a massive turn on for both girl and Master. He continued unabated until she felt him cum after about five minutes. In an instant, his cock thrusts become incredibly smooth as the cum lubricated her insides.

He didn’t stop, or slow,or change the rhythm at all. Master continued to fuck her, her heels continued to bang against the walls, and she just couldn’t help bu start to moan. Her G-spot was being hammered and her cock was rock solid, flapping about with the trusts and slapping her tummy frequently.

They continued like this, unwavering, for the next fifteen minutes. Master was close to coming, and so was she. She hadn’t touched her cock but didn’t need to. Her arousal was extremely high and she could feel the first signs of an approaching orgasm, as Master increased the pace of his thrusting. Both were now moaning.

“You’ve done well tonight bitch, but I’m not done with you yet!” he told her.

He began hammering her ass hard.

Jenn began screaming, “FUCK ME MASTER! FUCK ME MASTER! FUCK ME MASTER!”

They both came together. Master once again filling her with his cum, as her own cum sprayed over both of their stomachs and across their legs. Jennifer finally grabbed her own cock and stroked furiously, trying to extend the orgasm as long as possible.

As both slowed their pace, Jennifer brought her legs back down to have her feet on the floor once again. Master moved forward until his cock was right against her front. She took it in her hands and squeezed out the last of his cum, whilst doing the same with her own cock.

“Your descent into darkness is almost complete my dear. Now stand up.”

She did as she was told, and Master nudged her sideways to stand by one wall. He unlatched the wooden covering of the twelve foot deep long drop shaft dug into the earth that had the toilet seat built into it, and lifted it up.

“Take your rightful place my dear.”

She hadn’t expected this. It’s very deep, with no way out unless someone lowers a ladder. And how deep is the bog at the bottom she wondered?

Have you learned nothing? Carry out Master’s instruction!

Jennifer stepped up onto the edge and then without hesitation jumped into the abyss. She felt her shoes land in a deep but soft substance, up to her knees, but below that the ground was solid. It was also only deep in the middle.

Master shone the torch down into the hole, and she could see that the bottom of the hole was actually flat firm ground. No bog at all. But in the middle was a huge pile of human waste, up to half a meter deep in the center. This was enough shit to fill twenty toilets.

“Good night my dear. Try to be quiet when visitors piss and shit on you. They will never know you are there. I will return with a ladder in a few days.”

FUCK!

Are you kidding me?! She called out.

The long drop cover was lowered back into position high above her, and she heard the latches being secured on each side. Through the small toilet seat hole she could see Master looking down at her.

“Embrace your place in the world my dear.”

She heard his footsteps moving away, and the door to the shed close.

She sat down on the ground in the small space between the earth wall and the shit. She couldn’t see anything. It was completely dark. She closed her eyes and contemplated her situation.

Then her cock began to stir.

After several minutes she opened her eyes. She began to caress her tits before running her hands all over her body, and her horse cum piss-soaked and shit-stained dress. She tore the dress off her body, shredding it in half and tossing it aside. Its destruction was complete.

Her destruction was complete!

She flung one leg over to the left side of the shit pile and the other to the right side, before pushing her girl cock into the front of the shit pile and fucking it. She began screaming in joy, grabbing armfuls of the shit and smothering every square inch of her naked body. She stuffed it into her mouth and her ass.

She ate it, consuming as much as she dared. She shoved her face into the pile, over and over again. She spread the whole pile out across the bottom of her twelve foot hole in the Earth and slithered and squirmed in it frequently. And she came. She came oh so many times over many days. And she added to the pile as well. Shitting in it, mixing it up, and then eating it.

Jennifer’s transition was complete. Fantasy had became reality and existence had gained purpose. She knew what she is now, and that she would stay this way for the rest of her life.

Thank you Master.