The Sea Change

Chapter Eight - surprise

Bruce was waking up from a strange dream. He realized two things when his mind was awake. First he had just had sex with an abusive, unquenchable, sexy, foreign woman. Second, she couldn't be that bad cause she was licking off his spent cock. He relaxed a bit enjoying her work. "Well, that's really neighborly of you," Mistress Anne's laughter came from behind him. She couldn't be back there AND licking his cock clean too; his eyes popped open in disbelief.

He quickly sat up and was horrified. A small creature looking like a dick and a snail put together was licking the cum from his cock. He scuttled backwards on all fours, one of his flailing feet kicking the creature and knocking it down and away from him. Bruce bumped into the stone chair, halting his flight, when the creature started to shake. Smoke poured from the creature, and obscured it from view. After a few minutes, a slightly larger, furry mound darted from the smoke and moved out of the area and out of sight.

"What the Hell was that," Bruce yelled, "and what happened to it."

Mistress Anne walked around his shaking body, shook her head and started to explain in her own way. "First, yes; second, it was a creeper/feeder; third, it turned into a scamper; satisfied?"

Bruce shook his head as he tried to understand what she had said. "No, actually, I do not, could you say it again slower and in more detail?" She sighed like an adult having to explain the obvious to a child.

"Well," she began, "You were correct, this is Hell. The thing that was feeding off your waste was a creeper/feeder, about the lowest form here in Hell. It was feeding off your waste, because you were 'with' me and it wanted to change into a higher form, which it did into a scamper. The scamper, is a little bigger, a lot faster and has the same job as the creeper/feeder. Stay alive and try to change into a higher form. Any questions," she asked impatiently.

"Yes, but not about that," Bruce replied. He wanted to know more, much more, this was not what he imagined Hell to be like.

Resigned, she shook her head saying, "I suppose I should give you a tour, though it will do you no good."

Perhaps not, thought Bruce, but at least I will know more about the place I'm stuck in.

Chapter Nine - The Tour

Mistress Anne took Bruce's hand and let him from the rock out cropping, which sank into the sands as they left it. "Hold on tight Bruce," she cautioned. She raised her arms upwards and muttered a few incomprehensible words. The sandy plain rushed under their feet as if it was moving very fast and they were suspended above it. Bruce thought he saw a figure on the plain, which slowed down as they approached. The figure was like something out of Dante's Inferno. It was only about four feet tall, and had a cone shaped body on two short thick legs. The face was out of proportion, dominated by a large, lipless open mouth. The creature was bare from the waist down, with a gaping hole at the front and the back, just below the waist. The strangest thing was the preacher's coat with a frocked collar that the creature wore.

Bruce looked quizzically at his guide. She started to explain without him asking a question. "First, shut your mouth, something may fly in and you wouldn't like that, not at all." Bruce's open mouth shut with an audible snap. "That creature is affectionately known as a taker. While on earth he stole from the people who turned to him for leadership and trust. He took what was not his and so he takes here too. He is a 'partner' for all those here needing to release some 'waste'. He stores it until he is full then travels to dump the 'waste' in a reservoir. Now, he can't move too fast and needs to empty himself before, he is overfilled." She gave him an evil look; "The results can be messy."

"There are many different occupants of Hell. Some are able to 'advance' their state; some are stuck, like the takers. They are what they are forever. My favorites are the Stone Men; you might call them Gargoyles. They advance those who are more advanced, they do this through sex. As a matter of fact, sex is an important part of 'life' here."

"Seen enough?" she asked. Bruce quietly shook his head and they continued on.

As the ground moved under them, a body of liquid appeared. The ground slowed as they approached. The catwalk that crossed over the reservoir was covered with takers. Bruce watched as a fat taker slowly walked onto the catwalk. It then opened it's short legs wide and a river of cum poured out and down into the reservoir. The taker shrunk in girth until the flow stopped. It then continued over the catwalk and onto the sand. "Any questions," she asked Bruce.

"Yes, Mistress Anne, what if one falls into the reservoir?" 

Mistress Anne lifted up her shoulders momentarily making her naked boobs jump, "Well, if something, anything, falls into that pool of 'waste', it becomes 'waste'. How can something that joins a large gathering of 'waste' not become 'waste' itself?" She looked Bruce straight in his eyes; "This is perhaps the most important lesson you shall ever learn." Bruce wished Mistress Anne would stop talking in riddles, this place, Hell, was confusing enough. Mistress Anne raised her arms once again and the ground moved under them.

A rocky hill soon became visible as the sandy plain moved under them. Mistress Anne lowered her arms and the ground slowed to a stop. She took his hand and led him around the rocky hill. Bruce has amazed to see a tidy rock garden. The contained a selection of life-sized shiny, brass statues. All the statues were different, each one in the pose a person would take as the receiver of a sexual act. The operative 'hole' was actually flesh in the shape that went with the sexual act. An asshole for the bent over man/woman, the mouth for a man/woman prepared for oral sex, a cunt for regular sex. There were also some male statues with large brass dicks, the urethra a fleshy bit at the end. In each case, a thin, brass cage secured the flesh from use.

Bruce walked up to a statue and noticed something odd. A large, coin slot was cut in the statue, just behind the head. At the center of the garden Bruce saw two dark forms. He turned to look at Mistress Anne, a question on his lips. "I'm at a loss Ma'am, would you please explain." Bruce also noticed that he was getting horny, he would have to have sex soon.

"Yes Bruce," she said, "inside each of the statues is a whore. He or she will perform their specialty if a gold coin is inserted into the slot on their back; the cage will pull back. The two dark forms are pimps; they must remain there always and give the coins to any that want them. They work for the whores here, instead of them working for the pimps." She turned to face Bruce and again asked, "Seen enough?"

Hmmm, better than an 'E Ride' at Disneyland, these were all 'F Rides'. But how come there are no 'johns' here? Bruce shrugged, better not to ask. Bruce was getting hornier and hornier, so he replied, "Yes Mistress." She led him out into the sand, where the rock outcropping once again started to rise from the sand.

Chapter 10 - Larger than life 

Brenda slowly came to consciousness. She was stilled tied to the bed, now her lap was in a very wet spot and her tired, yet not sore pussy felt like it was still full of cum. She heard noises from the other room. Her partner obviously wasn't Bruce, so who was he? And how did he get in here? she pondered. The sound level in the other room increased sharply, and the sound of breaking glass was also heard. "Hey, what are you doing in there?" she yelled.

A shadow, then a figure appeared in the doorway, then entered the room. Brenda's breath caught in her throat as the figure stood before her. He was tall, about seven feet; he was very muscular; his cock stood erect at about one and a half feet long and very thick. The thing that stunned her most was not his large cock, which she has already enjoyed, it was the fact that his entire body was stone grey and he looked like a Gargoyle!

Brenda's mind could not comprehend what stood before her. He started to move and she uttered a short scream; however, his movement was away from her and towards the dresser. He started pulling out the drawers one by one and dumping them on the floor. Brenda yelled at the monster, "Stop pulling out the drawers, what are you good for anyway?" That stopped the grey monster, he thought for a moment, then moved towards the foot of the bed.

Brenda knew immediately what his intentions were, but she was powerless to stop him (and wasn't sure she wanted too). He stood behind her and his long, thick erect cock entered her wet pussy. It seemed to go in easier and certainly deeper. She moaned, determined to enjoy what was thrust upon her (and in her). The monster, she would call him "Rock", quickly shoved into her and he began his steady, hard driving pace. His cock felt so good in her, she was ready to ride Rock's hard shaft until the end.