Denial Meat

Cheyanne whimpered and groaned, hands pulling against her restraints, as Holly gave her her daily edging session. The slave girl continued licking and kissing the inside of Cheyanne's spread thighs, occasionally stopping to bite the quivering flesh. Holly got on top of Cheyanne and kissed her hard as her thigh ground into her pussy. She continued grinding as she felt the denial slave's body start to tense ever so slightly. She pulled back, ignoring the begging of the bound girl. She waited just long enough for the oncoming orgasm to recede and ran her tongue over the red, swollen slit, carefully avoiding her protruding, throbbing clit. Cheyanne had been reduced to her usual babbling at this point in her edging, eyes rolled back and whispering “please”, “need more”, and other desperate pleas. Holly continued teasing Cheyanne like this for another few minutes, then she began putting her chastity belt back again against the bound girl's protests.

Holly walked over to Cheyanne's strapped down head and sat on her face, her pussy firmly on her mouth. She loved giving the girl a little vicarious pleasure. As the grateful slave greedily tongued at her pussy, Holly updated her on her future as she slowly rocked back and forth.

“Master wants to take you to the next level of denial.” She half-groaned. “He wan-unf, god that's good-He wants surgery. You're getting im-aaah-implants. He has some kind of aaAAA”-she skirted close to the edge of an orgasm but lifted off of her seat slightly, not being allowed an orgasm herself-”an aphrodisiac. For you. Oh god I can't take anymore.” She hopped off of Cheyanne's face and quickly left the cell, locking the door before the urge to get back on and grind out the rest of her orgasm overtook her. Cheyanne hadn't really processed anything that was said to her, so far deep in her haze of arousal. She lay on the table, breathing heavily. As her body began to cool down from the session, she thought back to some of what Holly told her but fell asleep before she could understand the implications.

Cheyanne awoke to a bright light shining down in her eyes and a silhouette standing over her. She recognized the tall, graceful woman as the Nurse, one of Master's favorites and who He relied on for his body modification needs. She tried to move her limbs in a gesture of token resistance, though she knew it was futile before she even tried. She was strapped to the table to the point of immobility. The Nurse idly groped Cheyanne's breasts with one hand as she prepared a machine with a breathing mask attached. Cheyanne was grateful that it seemed she would at least be getting anesthetic. The Nurse finished her preparations and strapped the breathing mask into positions on Cheyanne's face. The last thing she saw before the dark took her was the Nurse looming over her with a scalpel in hand.

Cheyanne awoke to dull but severe throbbing pains in her nipples, her lower abdomen, and her arm. She felt something in her throat- a nasal feeding tube and two deeply uncomfortable breathing tubes. Her head unstrapped, she looked down at her hurting body as best as she could. Her nipples were stitched up and bulging slightly, blood oozing slowly from the wounds. In her arm, a small round metal tube protruded. There was a stitched-up, thin incision right above her pussy. Higher up, on the lower right side of her belly, there was -her eyes widened- what appeared to be a covered hole leading straight into her guts. She tried to look around for anyone that might be there for after-surgery care, but she doubted it. Compassion and recovery didn't go hand-in-hand here.

Time passed in the little recovery cell. Cheyanne had nothing but her thoughts to keep her company, and while being isolated with her pain was anguish, she was at least grateful to get away from the hellish edges for a little while. At some point while she was asleep, an IV had been securely attached to the tube in her arm., providing fluids and antibiotics. Eventually, as the wounds were finishing healing, the door to the cell opened.

The Nurse entered, pushing a cart with bags and canisters of a strange light green substance. The nurse attached Cheyanne's feeding and breathing tubes to a machine on the cart. Cheyanne noticed the tubes connecting her to the machine were fairly long, at least 10 feet. The Nurse attached a green canister to one side of the machine, and a bag of green fluid and a bag of beige fluid to the other side. Moving away from the machine, she rigged a bag of what appeared to be a very slightly green tinged saline solution. She attached another long tube to the bag and replaced the IV already in Cheyanne's port. She didn't let the fluid flow yet. Finally, she attached a long tube from the machine to the hole in her gut. She also placed a catheter that she attached to the waste removal tube. Nurse left the hallway, and returned with two other slave girls. Together, they wheeled Cheyanne out of the recovery cell and towards her penultimate fate. The group stopped in front of an unassuming door. By this point, Cheyanne had been partially unstrapped, so she leaned up to See Beyond the threshold as Nurse opened the door.

As soon as the door was open, there was an overwhelming chorus of feminine moaning and gasping. There was a musk of arousal in the air as thick as haze, accompanied by wet sex sounds. In the middle of the room, there was a pit with sheer, unscalable walls. Filling about three fourths of the pit were girls. Moaning, sweating, humping, grunting girls, piled on top of each other, pressed together in a writhing pile of flesh. Cheyanne shakily got up from the gurney, tubes still attached, and stared down at the pit.

“It has been decided you are going to be Master's pinnacle of denial. This is the next step in your journey. We have been experimenting with this aphrodisiac for some time. This pit is periodically sprayed with liquid food, water, lube, and aphrodisiac. None of these girls have had an orgasm since they entered the pit. Some have anti-orgasm conditioning, some have electrodes implanted in their pussies that go off if they get to aroused, some simply have their clits cut off. We tried a new method with you. If you get too aroused, the implant attached to the nerve leading to your clit will temporarily cut your clit off from the rest of your nervous system. The implants in your nipples will activate to continue administering pleasure while removing the possibility of orgasm. To our knowledge, this is our best method yet of keeping a slave on the edge, since it doesn't allow you to sexualize any pain.”.

The Nurse went out to the hallway and briefly returned with a bucket of viscous purple fluid. She and the slave girls took handfuls of the fluid and began massaging it into Cheyanne's skin all over her body. She whimpered as hands far more gentle and delicate and light than she would prefer rubbed the purple stuff over her pussy and asshole. As the slavegirls finished coating her in the stuff, the Nurse addressed Cheyanne. “This is the stress test for your new implants. This fluid contains pheromones that have are completely irresistable to those affected by the aphrodisiac. This includes you” The Nurse anchored the machine to a small platform on the floor, turned the feed and breathing lines on and let the IV flow.

As the first of the green fluid entered her stomach and bloodstream and her lungs filled with a mixture of oxygen and aerosolized aphrodisiac, Cheyanne fell to her knees moaning. She had been extremely aroused before. This was different, like a windy day compared to a hurricane. The chemical was hijacking her nervous system, filling her with need like she had never felt before. This was compounded when she looked down at her body and the mixture of the pheromones and aphrodisiac made her pussy convulse with how much she turned herself on. She began running her hands over herself, fondling her breasts and ass and reaching for her pussy before the two slave girls restrained her. The Nurse walked up to her again. “You are going to be lowered into the pit for some time. You will be the focus of every half-insane orgasm-starved slave girl in there. They will fight for access to your body, touching and worshipping it constantly with your system full of aphrodisiac. If your implants prevent orgasm for however long Master decides to leave you in there, you'll be ready for your final step.”.

Cheyanne knew better than to resist as the Nurse and slave girls helped her into a loose harness connected to a mechanism in the ceiling above the pit. She wasn't totally sure she wanted to. As the mechanism moved the harness and Cheyanne from the edge to the center of the pit, her tubes trailing behind her, the girls in the pit began to notice. Many of the ones in the topmost layer stared up at Cheyanne in sheer lust, drooling, trying to climb over each other to get closer to the pheromones in her skin. The harness lowered, stopping until Cheyanne was just a little more than arm's length from the girls. She looked down at the mass of horny flesh that was about to consume her. She recognized a face in the chaos. Holly, her edging tormentor for so long, reached for her, eyes rolled back with sheer need, begging loudly even for the cacophony of the pit for just a slight caress of the goddess being lowered into it. Suddenly, the clasps under Cheyanne released, and she joined the pit.

As Cheyanne made contact with the girls on top, she saw stars. The feeling of the aphrodisiac in her system, overwhelming on its own, paled in comparison to how it felt when touching others. Hands immediately grabbed all over her body, pulling her in several directions but mostly down, deeper in. Cheyanne opened her mouth and drew in breath for a mixture of a scream and moan, when several tongue took the opportunity to force themselves into her mouth. Cheyanne responded in kind, they felt like heaven to her lust-soaked brain. The pit continued swallowing her, girls desperately piling on for the chance to hump even a small portion of arm or lick a small patch of skin anywhere on her body. As the crowd starting to cover her completely, they found her pussy and ass. The many mouths on her most sensitive areas combined with the aphrodisiac almost made Cheyanne pass out from the sensory overload. As Cheyanne completely disappeared from from view, the Nurse nodded. She and the slave girls left the room, shut the door behind them, and locked it securely.

Life in the pit was hard at first. Cheyanne took some time to get used to the 3 or 4 tongues in her mouth at all times, and a significantly larger amount licking and sucking on her face. She came close to orgasm very frequently during her first few days in the pit, the implant proving horribly effective. Every edge was met with a sudden numbness in her clit, with an overwhelming though somewhat pleasurable sensation in her nipples. This was so much worse than the old edges Holly gave her, where she at least got to feel the throbbing of her needy clit. Now there was just...nothing but dissatisfaction. Every one of these edges ground into Cheyanne's psyche. They were breaking her.

Cheyanne had gotten somewhat used to her new life in the pit. Nutrients, saline, and air, mixed with aphrodisiac, were pumped into her via the tubes. The waste tube removed any byproducts she produced. The main component of her existence was NEED, brought forth by the sucking mouths and hot flesh that pressed on every part of her. She did not blame these girls. They were trying to satisfy that same need. She loved all the girls in the pit, actually. She loved them all so much, so deeply. She felt connected to all of them in a way she had never felt before. They were all her deepest, most intimate lovers. She would tear all their throats out with her teeth for even the slightest chance to cum. She hated them. She hated them for giving her this NEED.

The amount of different sensations all over Cheyanne's body was overwhelming. She usually tried to only focus on one body part at a time. She slowly became familiar with the girls immediately surrounding her. She lovehated the three mouths that were usually focused on her navel area. She lovehated the soft, warm girl(s?) she was laying on top of. She would sometimes try to grind on her pussy with the back of her thigh as thanks for her service. She lovehated the tongues in her mouth and on her face and in every crack and crevice of her body. She lovehated the holes that sometimes consumed her hands and parts of her feet. She deeply, deeply lovehated the tongue that frequently buried itself in her asshole, going as deep as it can and pulsing. That damned tongue made her whole pelvic floor cramp with the sheer intensity of the NEED it brought to her hyper-sensitive body. She lovehated all of them, the whole pit, even her Master.

She had no idea how long she had been in the pit. Cheyanne was making out deeply with an asshole-she thought it might be Holly's- that had somehow worked its way onto her face and against her mouth, when she felt the considerable constant pressure on her begin to ease slightly. She began to see cracks of light for the first time in what seemed like months. Two slave girls, standing on top of the flesh pile, pulled her out slowly and with great difficulty. As Cheyanne's body came loose, the usual moans and groans of the pit turned to despair as they realized their new goddess and worship object was being taken from them. Loud sobbing could be heard as she was strapped into the harness, the slave girls holding on to be lifted out of the pit.

Cheyanne alternated between tearfully thanking the girls for freeing her and begging to be put back in. She saw the Nurse waiting by the edge of the pit with a gurney. Cheyanne sobbed in a mix of relief and sadness and need as she was released laying down next to the Nurse. The Nurse gently helped her onto the gurney, being careful to avoid any sensitive areas that could trigger an unwanted orgasm. Cheyanne was strapped down tightly, and her tubes were removed. Nurse took a device that looked a little like a stun gun with a screen and pressed it against the thin scar where Cheyanne's anti-orgasm implant was located. “No orgasms”. She nodded, impressed. “Yeah, I think that implant makes you ready for the final phase.”. She began to wheel Cheyanne out of them room.

In front of Cheyanne and the Nurse was another heavy, nondescript door. The Nurse opened the door and wheeled Cheyanne in. As hard as she tried, she couldn't see anything from the view of her strapped down head. The nurse walked back and locked the door. As Cheyanne sat up, she looked around the room. Empty- except for what looked like a rounded, futuristic coffin, flanked by a few medical machines. The Nurse looked at Cheyanne. “This is the final step of your journey. This is the highest expression of what Master wishes you to be- denial meat.” Nurse took Cheyanne's hand, and led her over to the pod. She pressed a series of buttons on the side, and the coffin opened.

Inside the coffin was a negative impression of a person with Cheyanne's build. The coffin lid had a matching front half of the form. The person-shaped hole was lined with small silver plates. The crotch area had a strange assembly of tubes protruding from it. Cheyanne stared down dully at the machine. She already had any idea of what was going to happen. “The interior is custom made to fit your body”, the Nurse explained. “The small silver plates are electrostims to prevent atrophy and blood clots as well as edging. You will fulfill your two purposes as denial meat in this box. Your first purpose is to exist in suffering so that Master may take pleasure in the knowledge that He owns something that is perpetually suffering. Your second purpose is for your body to produce cunt juice, for whatever uses He wishes. The crotch tubes are to collect your waste and juices.” Cheyanne continued to stand silently. The Nurse continued. “We will no longer be giving you diluted aphrodisiac. Your will be getting a full dose, fifty times stronger, in your lungs, bloodstream and stomach constantly. Your cunt slime and some waste will also be mixed into your feed.” The Nurse looked her in the eye. “Now get in.”

Cheyanne stood frozen. The Nurse walked over and took Cheyanne's shoulders. “I said. Get in. You know what happens to girls who disobey their superiors here”. Cheyanne did. She had seen the handiwork on some of the unfortunately still alive girls. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but this was better than that. Tears starting to stream down her cheeks, she climbed onto the pod and started to press her ass into the form. As it sunk deeper into the sturdy phone, she angles her pelvis forward so she could insert the crotch tubes. As the cathether and rectal and vaginal tubes entered her, the tears turned into full on sobbing – though, as she cursed her body, the pain came with an amount of pleasure. Cheyanne's crotch came to rest firmly against the edge of the form, pressed against the hundreds of tiny vibrators installed there. A strange cup-like device perfectly enclosed her clit, clearly custom made for it.

As Cheyanne secured the rest of her lower body into the device, Nurse began connecting Cheyanne to the machines surrounding the pod. She fed breathing tubes into Cheyanne's lungs despite her involuntary protests. She fed a feeding tube down her throat, the slave swallowing it after the third try. She placed a new IV into her port. She attached all the necessary bags and canisters of aphrodisiac to the machines, and attached a waste tube to her gut-hole. As Cheyanne started to lay her upper body into the tight, inescapable form, Nurse grabbed her. For a brief moment, her eyes softened just slightly. She leaned in close to Cheyanne's ear. “Take a last look around. You're going to spend the rest of your life in there”. Stifling sobs, Cheyanne looked around the room. As far as last sights go, drab brick and cement wasn't much. But it wasn't the darkness she would know. Having gotten her fill, she took a deep breath as best as she could through her breathing tubes, and laid the rest of her body and finally her head into the device. She was immobile. There was no going back.

The Nurse appeared over her, her eyes still slightly soft. She stared down at Cheyanne for a few minutes, before bending down and removing her feeding tube. “Fuck it. Master is going to hurt me for this, badly...but you're so cute. You get a Last Kiss.” She closed her eyes and leaned in. Cheyanne gratefully parted her lips and accepted her final human contact. The two enjoyed each other one last time. For Cheyanne, it seemed like thirty seconds, for Nurse, it seemed like hours. Eventually, Nurse pulled away from the immobilized girl. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. When she opened her eyes, some of her previous hardness had returned. She placed the feeding tube against the girl's lips. While swallowing was much more difficult at this angle, she got it down her throat eventually. Nurse stepped behind the pod and activated the feeding, IV, and waste management devices. When she returned to Cheyanne, the denial meat's eyes were already starting to haze over from chemical lust. Nurse looked down at the form in the pod quickly growing more and more desperate, and sighed. “Goodbye, Cheyanne.”. She closed the lid and left the room.

As Nurse closed the lid, Cheyanne tried to beg for mercy one last time through her feeding tube, but as she suspected, to no avail. The lid shut. She was alone in the dark with her need. Soon, she was joined by the electrostims starting up, randomly shocking her all over her body. This combined with the chemicals in her started to arouse her rapidly, getting near an edge from shocks alone. Then the mesh of tiny vibrators pressed against her pussy started to vibrate, all at once, than in different waves and patterns. Cheyanne tried to scream through the tube, it was too much, they just started and the NEED was already TOO MUCH. She lay like that, slowly breaking down, for what seemed like years but was only 15 minutes. As her dosage slowly increased to full strength, Cheyanne only got more desperate inside the coffin. Her abs were clenching from the sheer intensity of the feelings pervading her body. The implant kept her from orgasm. She needed to cum. She. Needed. To. Cum. SheneededsheneededSHENEEDEDSHENEEDED-

The cup around her clit activated, sucking and stroking it with mechanical efficiency, and the meat's world and Mind Shattered. It screamed with such intensity that it could be heard through the tube and thick walled coffin, almost outside the room it was contained in. If there were any give in its restraint, the force with which the meat thrashed would have broken bones. In the last shred of its mind that wasn't driven by instinct and need, the meat felt the tube in its pussy sucking away its cunt juices. That last shred soon fell away. The slave Cheyanne was dead. There was only Denial Meat.

In the concrete room, the machines and coffin hummed quietly, showing nothing of the agony inside.