{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"994c7412-2e09-4841-a858-b0331a63ca67","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2019-08-06T13:18:10.369Z","title":"Denial Meat","slug":"denial-meat","shortId":"jYUTbaY6","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Cheyanne becomes something greater for her Master.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"884f3327-4f0e-4da4-99e5-861a48348365","title":null,"summary":"Cheyanne\nwhimpered and groaned, hands pulling against her restraints, as Holly\ngave her her daily ed","wordCount":3368,"readTime":17,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

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

\n\tHolly\nwalked over to Cheyanne's strapped down head and sat on her face, her\npussy firmly on her mouth. She loved giving the girl a little\nvicarious pleasure. As the grateful slave greedily tongued at her\npussy, Holly updated her on her future as she slowly rocked back and\nforth.

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

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

\n\tCheyanne\nawoke to dull but severe throbbing pains in her nipples, her lower\nabdomen, and her arm. She felt something in her throat- a nasal\nfeeding tube and two deeply uncomfortable breathing tubes. Her head\nunstrapped, she looked down at her hurting body as best as she could.\nHer nipples were stitched up and bulging slightly, blood oozing\nslowly from the wounds. In her arm, a small round metal tube\nprotruded. There was a stitched-up, thin incision right above her\npussy. Higher up, on the lower right side of her belly, there was\n-her eyes widened- what appeared to be a covered hole leading\nstraight into her guts. She tried to look around for anyone that\nmight be there for after-surgery care, but she doubted it. Compassion\nand recovery didn't go hand-in-hand here.

\n\tTime\npassed in the little recovery cell. Cheyanne had nothing but her\nthoughts to keep her company, and while being isolated with her pain\nwas anguish, she was at least grateful to get away from the hellish\nedges for a little while. At some point while she was asleep, an IV\nhad been securely attached to the tube in her arm., providing fluids\nand antibiotics. Eventually, as the wounds were finishing healing,\nthe door to the cell opened.

\n\tThe\nNurse entered, pushing a cart with bags and canisters of a strange\nlight green substance. The nurse attached Cheyanne's feeding and\nbreathing tubes to a machine on the cart. Cheyanne noticed the tubes\nconnecting her to the machine were fairly long, at least 10 feet. The\nNurse attached a green canister to one side of the machine, and a bag\nof green fluid and a bag of beige fluid to the other side. Moving\naway from the machine, she rigged a bag of what appeared to be a very\nslightly green tinged saline solution. She attached another long tube\nto the bag and replaced the IV already in Cheyanne's port. She didn't\nlet the fluid flow yet. Finally, she attached a long tube from the\nmachine to the hole in her gut. She also placed a catheter that she\nattached to the waste removal tube. Nurse left the hallway, and\nreturned with two other slave girls. Together, they wheeled Cheyanne\nout of the recovery cell and towards her penultimate fate. The group\nstopped in front of an unassuming door. By this point, Cheyanne had\nbeen partially unstrapped, so she leaned up to See\nBeyond the\nthreshold as Nurse opened the door.

\n\tAs\nsoon as the door was open, there was an overwhelming chorus of\nfeminine moaning and gasping. There was a musk of arousal in the air\nas thick as haze, accompanied by wet sex sounds. In the middle of the\nroom, there was a pit with sheer, unscalable walls. Filling about\nthree fourths of the pit were girls. Moaning, sweating, humping,\ngrunting girls, piled on top of each other, pressed together in a\nwrithing pile of flesh. Cheyanne shakily got up from the gurney,\ntubes still attached, and stared down at the pit.

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

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

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

\n\tCheyanne\nknew better than to resist as the Nurse and slave girls helped her\ninto a loose harness connected to a mechanism in the ceiling above\nthe pit. She wasn't totally sure she wanted to. As the mechanism\nmoved the harness and Cheyanne from the edge to the center of the\npit, her tubes trailing behind her, the girls in the pit began to\nnotice. Many of the ones in the topmost layer stared up at Cheyanne\nin sheer lust, drooling, trying to climb over each other to get\ncloser to the pheromones in her skin. The harness lowered, stopping\nuntil Cheyanne was just a little more than arm's length from the\ngirls. She looked down at the mass of horny flesh that was about to\nconsume her. She recognized a face in the chaos. Holly, her edging\ntormentor for so long, reached for her, eyes rolled back with sheer\nneed, begging loudly even for the cacophony of the pit for just a\nslight caress of the goddess being lowered into it. Suddenly, the\nclasps under Cheyanne released, and she joined the pit.

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

\n\tLife\nin the pit was hard at first. Cheyanne took some time to get used to\nthe 3 or 4 tongues in her mouth at all times, and a significantly\nlarger amount licking and sucking on her face. She came close to\norgasm very frequently during her first few days in the pit, the\nimplant proving horribly effective. Every edge was met with a sudden\nnumbness in her clit, with an overwhelming though somewhat\npleasurable sensation in her nipples. This was so much worse than the\nold edges Holly gave her, where she at least got to feel the\nthrobbing of her needy clit. Now there was just...nothing but\ndissatisfaction. Every one of these edges ground into Cheyanne's\npsyche. They were breaking her.

\n\tCheyanne\nhad gotten somewhat used to her new life in the pit. Nutrients,\nsaline, and air, mixed with aphrodisiac, were pumped into her via the\ntubes. The waste tube removed any byproducts she produced. The main\ncomponent of her existence was NEED, brought forth by the sucking\nmouths and hot flesh that pressed on every part of her. She did not\nblame these girls. They were trying to satisfy that same need. She\nloved all the girls in the pit, actually. She loved them all so much,\nso deeply. She felt connected to all of them in a way she had never\nfelt before. They were all her deepest, most intimate lovers. She\nwould tear all their throats out with her teeth for even the\nslightest chance to cum. She hated them. She hated them for giving\nher this NEED.

\n\tThe\namount of different sensations all over Cheyanne's body was\noverwhelming. She usually tried to only focus on one body part at a\ntime. She slowly became familiar with the girls immediately\nsurrounding her. She lovehated the three mouths that were usually\nfocused on her navel area. She lovehated the soft, warm girl(s?) she\nwas laying on top of. She would sometimes try to grind on her pussy\nwith the back of her thigh as thanks for her service. She lovehated\nthe tongues in her mouth and on her face and in every crack and\ncrevice of her body. She lovehated the holes that sometimes consumed\nher hands and parts of her feet. She deeply, deeply lovehated the\ntongue that frequently buried itself in her asshole, going as deep as\nit can and pulsing. That damned tongue made her whole pelvic floor\ncramp with the sheer intensity of the NEED it brought to her\nhyper-sensitive body. She lovehated all of them, the whole pit, even\nher Master.

\n\tShe\nhad no idea how long she had been in the pit. Cheyanne was making out\ndeeply with an asshole-she thought it might be Holly's- that had\nsomehow worked its way onto her face and against her mouth, when she\nfelt the considerable constant pressure on her begin to ease\nslightly. She began to see cracks of light for the first time in what\nseemed like months. Two slave girls, standing on top of the flesh\npile, pulled her out slowly and with great difficulty. As Cheyanne's\nbody came loose, the usual moans and groans of the pit turned to\ndespair as they realized their new goddess and worship object was\nbeing taken from them. Loud sobbing could be heard as she was\nstrapped into the harness, the slave girls holding on to be lifted\nout of the pit.

\n\tCheyanne\nalternated between tearfully thanking the girls for freeing her and\nbegging to be put back in. She saw the Nurse waiting by the edge of\nthe pit with a gurney. Cheyanne sobbed in a mix of relief and sadness\nand need as she was released laying down next to the Nurse. The Nurse\ngently helped her onto the gurney, being careful to avoid any\nsensitive areas that could trigger an unwanted orgasm. Cheyanne was\nstrapped down tightly, and her tubes were removed. Nurse took a\ndevice that looked a little like a stun gun with a screen and pressed\nit against the thin scar where Cheyanne's anti-orgasm implant was\nlocated. “No orgasms”. She nodded, impressed. “Yeah, I think\nthat implant makes you ready for the final phase.”. She began to\nwheel Cheyanne out of them room.

\n\tIn\nfront of Cheyanne and the Nurse was another heavy, nondescript door.\nThe Nurse opened the door and wheeled Cheyanne in. As hard as she\ntried, she couldn't see anything from the view of her strapped down\nhead. The nurse walked back and locked the door. As Cheyanne sat up,\nshe looked around the room. Empty- except for what looked like a\nrounded, futuristic coffin, flanked by a few medical machines. The\nNurse looked at Cheyanne. “This is the final step of your journey.\nThis is the highest expression of what Master wishes you to be-\ndenial meat.” Nurse took Cheyanne's hand, and led her over to the\npod. She pressed a series of buttons on the side, and the coffin\nopened.

\n\tInside\nthe coffin was a negative impression of a person with Cheyanne's\nbuild. The coffin lid had a matching front half of the form. The\nperson-shaped hole was lined with small silver plates. The crotch\narea had a strange assembly of tubes protruding from it. Cheyanne\nstared down dully at the machine. She already had any idea of what\nwas going to happen. “The interior is custom made to fit your\nbody”, the Nurse explained. “The small silver plates are\nelectrostims to prevent atrophy and blood clots as well as edging.\nYou will fulfill your two purposes as denial meat in this box. Your\nfirst purpose is to exist in suffering so that Master may take\npleasure in the knowledge that He owns something that is perpetually\nsuffering. Your second purpose is for your body to produce cunt\njuice, for whatever uses He wishes. The crotch tubes are to collect\nyour waste and juices.” Cheyanne continued to stand silently. The\nNurse continued. “We will no longer be giving you diluted\naphrodisiac. Your will be getting a full dose, fifty times stronger,\nin your lungs, bloodstream and stomach constantly. Your cunt slime\nand some waste will also be mixed into your feed.” The Nurse looked\nher in the eye. “Now get in.”

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

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

\n\tThe\nNurse appeared over her, her eyes still slightly soft. She stared\ndown at Cheyanne for a few minutes, before bending down and removing\nher feeding tube. “Fuck it. Master is going to hurt me\nfor this, badly...but you're so cute. You get a Last\nKiss.”\nShe closed her eyes and leaned in. Cheyanne gratefully parted her\nlips and accepted her final human contact. The two enjoyed each other\none last time. For Cheyanne, it seemed like thirty seconds, for\nNurse, it seemed like hours. Eventually, Nurse pulled away from the\nimmobilized girl. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths.\nWhen she opened her eyes, some of her previous hardness had returned.\nShe placed the feeding tube against the girl's lips. While swallowing\nwas much more difficult at this angle, she got it down her throat\neventually. Nurse stepped behind the pod and activated the feeding,\nIV, and waste management devices. When she returned to Cheyanne, the\ndenial meat's eyes were already starting to haze over from chemical\nlust. Nurse looked down at the form in the pod quickly growing more\nand more desperate, and sighed. “Goodbye, Cheyanne.”. She closed\nthe lid and left the room.

\tAs\nNurse closed the lid, Cheyanne tried to beg for mercy one last time\nthrough her feeding tube, but as she suspected, to no avail. The lid\nshut. She was alone in the dark with her need. Soon, she was joined\nby the electrostims starting up, randomly shocking her all over her\nbody. This combined with the chemicals in her started to arouse her\nrapidly, getting near an edge from shocks alone. Then the mesh of\ntiny vibrators pressed against her pussy started to vibrate, all at\nonce, than in different waves and patterns. Cheyanne tried to scream\nthrough the tube, it was too much, they just started and the NEED was\nalready TOO MUCH. She lay like that, slowly breaking down, for what\nseemed like years but was only 15 minutes. As her dosage slowly\nincreased to full strength, Cheyanne only got more desperate inside\nthe coffin. Her abs were clenching from the sheer intensity of the\nfeelings pervading her body. The implant kept her from orgasm. She\nneeded to cum. She. Needed. To. Cum.\nSheneededsheneededSHENEEDEDSHENEEDED-

\tThe\ncup around her clit activated, sucking and stroking it with\nmechanical efficiency, and the meat's world and Mind\nShattered.\nIt screamed with such intensity that it could be heard through the\ntube and thick walled coffin, almost outside the room it was\ncontained in. If there were any give in its restraint, the force with\nwhich the meat thrashed would have broken bones. In the last shred of\nits mind that wasn't driven by instinct and need, the meat felt the\ntube in its pussy sucking away its cunt juices. That last shred soon\nfell away. The slave Cheyanne was dead. There was only Denial Meat.

\tIn\nthe concrete room, the machines and coffin hummed quietly, showing\nnothing of the agony inside.

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