My Final Adventure

After a few more minutes, Brittany walked in.

"You're serious about this?" she asked me.

"Yep. Hungry for it, babe." I said, "And I figured out how to get rid of my body; get the boys to lift the top off the septic tank and dump me there. I'll dissolve in a couple months."

"Jesus, Lynden." Brittany wrinkled her nose.

"Just trying to make it easier on you." I said, as she shook her head and looked down at me.

"I don't know whether I'm getting horny or nauseous." she said, "Okay, I'll go tell Bryce to get the steel bar."

"It's a spit now." I said.

"What?"

"It's a steel rod until it's pushed inside someone's body, then it's a spit."

Brittany went back out in the living room and people started drifting in, joking with me if I wanted it anally or in my pussy, or maybe down my throat like Bryce's cock.

After people started settling in, Brittany came back with a couple towels and a tube of something in her hand.

"Roll on your side." she said and when I did she put the towels under my belly and thighs.

"Spread your cheeks." she said after I rolled back onto my belly. "Pussy or asshole?"

"Asshole." I said.

"Spread 'em." she said.

When I reached back and pulled my bum cheeks wide she pushed the nozzle of the tube inside me and squirted the entire tube of lube into my rectum, making sure my anus was well-lubed as well before pulling the comforter back over my naked bum.

"Oof, you got some serious sex-stink going on." she said as she left the room.

She was right, I could feel myself leaking. I was deeply aroused, and my pussy got really pungent when I was this horny, especially when I was nervous. I knew I was nervous because of the skunky sweat wafting up from my armpits, but I was growing even more aroused than I was in the living room, and along with it came the belly flutters of anticipation. Would I finally feel what I dreamed of as a little girl? Would I become Vlad's one willing victim? Oh my god, was I really going through with this?

Yes.

Yes I was.

It was better to burn out than to rust away.

Though my muscles were toned and my abdominals tight across my belly from five years on the girl's soccer team, my body was growing plump and my thighs thickening since I graduated a year ago. I knew my future in a body like this; struggling to keep my weight under control until a boy fell in love with me deeply enough to put a ring on my finger, then months of slimming so I would look good one final time in a corseted wedding dress, and afterward letting myself plump until morning sickness announced my future as a mother.

Pregnancy would fatten my body even more and birth destroy my pussy and give me haemorrhoids, leaving me with an expended waist, a sagging belly, and heavy thighs. Years of motherhood would wear me down to a depressed version of myself, letting my husband have affairs with younger girls while I languished on the couch and grew fatter and sadder. I knew myself well enough to know when that time came I would kill myself in a pleasureless and boring way.

This was better. This would at least be an exciting way to permanently separate myself from that dismal future.

When Brittany came back she was carrying her tall laundry basket, lined with a white garbage bag.

"Here's your puke pail." she said, pushing it against the bed under my face, "Try to get it all in there, I don't want to have to shampoo the carpet."

"I'll make sure." I said and positioned myself so my face was right over it.

"This is real, right Lynden?" she asked as she stood weaving above me.

"Yes, Brit. It's real. I want it and I love you for helping."

"I don't feel so good." Brittany said as she staggered her way out of the bedroom. Poor thing; it was getting to her, the nervous excitement churning her belly and all the booze inside it. I could hear her vomiting in the bathroom, my own belly sloshing from all the coolers I'd drank.

Almost everyone who wanted to witness the show had arrived and positioned themselves around the room when Bryce arrived with the spit. I spread my thighs for him as he walked behind me.

"You sure you want this, Lynden?" he asked as I felt the bed depress behind my bum as he settled between my open legs.

"I'm sure." I said as I lifted up and looked back, and felt a rush of apprehension. This would be my last decision, I hope it was going to be a good one.

My mouth had gone dry and I swallowed past a lump in my throat as I settled back on my belly, my face hanging over the puke pail. I felt Bryce lift the comforter off my bum and spread my cheeks, pressing the tip against my anus. People around us were joking and talking, trying to overcome their nervousness through chatter, and I quivered as I felt the cold tip slide into my well-lubricated rectum and widen as he pressed it home. It filled me nicely.

Visions of the girls in the videos danced through my mind as he gently worked it in; the moaning and trembling as their spits slid through their bellies, then the incredible orgasmic violence and vomiting that followed. Was I ready for that? Was anyone? This wasn't some random girl I didn't know, this was me. This wasn't a video I could lay back safely and masturbate to orgasm as I watched. This was real and it was about to happen.

Most impalement videos I'd watched lasted no more than two minutes from insertion to completion, and in that time I was going to progress from nervous penetration to full-on convulsing. I felt the spit move inside me and shuddered.

"Help me out, Bryce?" I asked him and hated that my voice was thready and weak. Bryce knew what I wanted and slid two fingers into my pussy, massaging my g-spot.

"... there ... yeah ... that's good ..." I gasped as I settled back down, resting my forearms on rim of my puke pail and my forehead onto my arms as Bryce reduced my growing fear and ramped up my arousal.

I heard Brittany come back into the room and someone ask her if she was okay.

"I'm good." she said and laughed, "I just got rid of the stale booze the easy way instead of taking a spike up my hoop." then she walked around the bed to stand over me.

"How about you, girl? Ready to start your final fuck?" she asked, "Take as much time as you need, babe." and I felt the bed jostle and her body press against mine. I had Carrie on my left and Brittany on my right for comfort and every eye in the room was on me as I just stared into the perfect whiteness of my puke pail letting Bryce's fingers work their magic. When I started to roll my hips against his fingers and that cool steel moved inside me he asked;

"Ready, Lynden?"

I nodded, "Yeah, yeah I'm ready." and he slurped his fingers out of my pussy and started to fuck me with the spit. Instantly it was the best and most intrusive fuck I'd ever had. My thighs, bum and nipples were tingling with electricity and my insides started to quiver.

Bryce was so sweetly relentless, pushing the spit deeper with each push, the steel slithering through my bowels. I was grateful to Brittany for the lube, allowing the spit to slide effortlessly inside me. I could hear the sloppiness of my asshole and the excitement of my friends in the room.

"... oh fuck ... it's in so deep ..." I murmured, hearing the drunkenness in my voice and gripping the rim of my puke pail to hold myself tight as my body undulated around the deepening spit. So far it was feeling good, then the sensations stepped up, Bryce was pressing it downward, putting pressure on my g-spot.

"... oh fuck ... oh .... it's right on my spot ..." I gasped, feeling the excitement of arousal quivering inside me, "... don't stop ... don't stop ..."

As Brittany squeezed the cheeks of my bum and Carrie rubbed my back he kept at it. I felt a warm rush across my lower belly, like hot water was flooding inside me and I was getting close to cumming.

"... oh my god, don't stop ..." I begged him. This was amazing; the spit sliding back and forth deep in my guts, my bowels squirming around it, my pussy throbbing. This was worth it. Just this was worth the decision.

"You're going to fucking cum for me?" he asked.

"... yeah ... don't stop ... oh my god, don't stop ..."

I couldn't stop my body from curling and doing that put all manner of pressure inside my guts. I was so aware of how rigid the spit was and how vulnerable the flesh of my body was. The sensation of that hard steel penetrating so deep in my soft belly was almost overwhelming. I felt my pussy tighten and squirt, wetting all of the towels Brittany put under me. I didn't know if it was piss or girl cum and I didn't care. I hung my head, drool sliding from my lips into my puke pail signalling that my stomach was ready for its penetration as my orgasm built in my belly.

"... oh fuck ... oh my god ... oh my god ..." I cried out. I was about to cum and I hoped Bryce knew that as soon as that started he should push it deep and finish me.

I wanted this so bad, much more than when I used to fantasize about it as I masturbated with my hairbrush handle, thinking that was a deep penetration. I had no idea back then what deep was, it was nothing compared to this penetration and I finally fully understand the meaning of 'impaled' and it was nothing like I imagined when I fantasized about being lifted on one of Vlad's sharp wooden posts. This was total and invasive and oh-god so incredibly intense.

My body was hot and slick with sweat and I could feel the sharp tip of the spit thumping in the area under my stomach, the length of it thrusting inside me feeling impossible but very much real; from my alternatively clenching and gaping asshole to my bread basket filled with coolers starting to tighten. The steel was slithering through parts of my body that were never meant to be touched let alone fucked.

I gasped as I felt Bryce reposition his hands on the base of the spit, preparing for that final push to pop my stomach like a swollen tomato and feeling that is what set me off.

"Oh fuck ..." I cried out as my body curled hard and I felt my orgasm cramping in my lower belly as my stomach tightened into a hard, fluid-filled ball.

"Keep fucking me!" I begged wetly, drool now flowing freely from my open mouth as I started to cum. Those were to be my final words and the orgasms that fluttered to life inside me were to be my final ones this side of death.

"Oh god, she's fucking cumming." I heard Brittany's excited voice, and she was right; I was cumming and it was nothing like I'd ever felt before. I was so aware of the rigidity of the spit traversing the core of my abdomen, of being pinned and skewered by it as Bryce pumped it through me; so aware of my friends surrounding me and watching my final struggling moments; so aware of Carrie having her own orgasm as her fingers gripped her crotch tight. I surrendered control of my body and let it curl and hump obscenely as Bryce fucked me to death, and was completely overwhelmed when he thrust it deeper. Waves of quivers ran through my belly and over my skin, my body knowing it would soon die.

It's going to happen!

Oh god it's going to happen!

I felt the tip press tight, dimpling my stomach, pushing fluid up my throat, then felt it burst, sending me into the ultimate sexual violence of being impaled. I let go of the puke pail and got my arms under my chest as I gagged, choked, and vomited into the garbage bag, hearing my friends react;

"There it goes!" Brittany said with a laugh.

"There you go." I heard Carrie reassure me lovingly as she laid a hand on my sweaty bum.

"There you go ..." I heard Brittany echoed her tone followed by more nervous laughter as Bryce fucked the spit through my stomach and deeper up my gullet as the sour smell of my vomited booze filled the room.

But yeah, there I went; I was in it now and it was more than I could have imagined; a terrible ecstasy clenching my belly from asshole to throat, curling me in spasming convulsions. I couldn't breathe and the intensity of my orgasms and vomiting shocked me. I couldn't stop straining as Bryce kept fucking my soon to be corpse.

Bright splashes of white and red flashed in my vision and left dull grey blossoms in my blurred vision - I was going blind in my last seconds, blood vessels bursting in my retinas. I even felt popping inside my skull as blood vessels tattered under the pressure of my pounding heart. My face flushed hot and my throat locked tight as I heaved and emptied myself in gushes of foulness.

I was terrified by the power of my final rolling orgasm, feeling my heart stuttering, my asshole biting down hard on the spit, being pushed up inside my body then pulled outward as Bryce's thrusting kept up, my pussy throbbing with each heave of my stomach and each thrust of the spit. It felt like it was never going to end; that I would exist in that moment for eternity. I wondered in those feverish seconds if that is what the afterlife is; locked in the bliss of dying, being lost in the violence exploding in my belly forever. Perhaps I was dead already and this was my new reality.

I thought I would get used to these dying moments, calming my way to death, but that didn't happen. The sensation of being orgasmically fucked by cold steel and puking my guts out continued until I felt the intense flare of bright pain in my chest. It was my heart clenching tight in a spasm, no longer able to pump blood through my dying body. Yet even that sensation was orgasmic, completing the burning ecstasy from asshole to throat; my core one long shaft of blissful fire that cramped tight.

I felt something strange and foreign then. A physical presence was entering my body, following the transit of the moving spit inside me, bloating my belly, expanding my core, adding to its bulk, stretching my belly wide. I felt my bowels grow quickly plump and my waist widen, my breasts expanding in my bra, my nipples puckering tighter. Below, I felt my pussy grow loose and gape and my clit swelled up like a ripe cherry ready to split. I knew it was death come to claim me, and I felt it growing inside my womb like a perverse child, rapidly developing, putting an insane pressure on my g-spot. I begged death to take me then, take me, take me while I was still cumming and gagging on the spit fucking my gullet and everything below it to my asshole. Take me now. Please take me now; I'm ready.

The end, when it came, was sudden; I went from tight spasming orgasms to a weakness so profound it slumped my body on the bed. I felt my stomach spread flaccid on the mattress, my asshole gape around the spit, my pussy open sloppy and loose as my bladder emptied between my now flaccid thighs, my arms and neck losing all strength as my head dropped to hang in the pail of my spewed sickness. My very soul still vibrating from the final fucking Bryce gave me and I loved him for it.

I felt death lift me from the bed, carried under its comforting wings, still feeling the sensation of being impaled as I gazed down at my body. I looked so peaceful, if not beautiful, lying so limp and spent on the bed. And Bryce was right when he said; "That's priceless right there." because it was priceless; a brutal orgasmic reward for nineteen years of sexual development. I was grateful for every terrible second of my last two minutes of life, leaving my ruined body behind.

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