The roundness of her breasts heaved as she sighed, drawing her hair back. Her nipples, dark and thick hardened and swelled as the chilled tentacles of air caressed them. It felt nice, being so exposed, so naked and vulnerable. She wore nothing, not even the smallest piece of jewelry. Her feet were bare, her toes pressing into the damp soil of the lagoon's shore. Her hair was free; the long, dark thickness of it now draped over her right shoulder.
She looked around the small area in which she stood, isolated from the open area near where the road ran. A waist-high waterfall danced over the dark granite stones two dozen feet away. The water rushed white and foamy, like semen, she thought; though the sound it made was steady and not so obtrusive. She could still hear the wind as it sang in the branches of the trees overhead which served to hide most of the blue sky and the sun as well. Other than this there were a few shrubs around her which thickened in either direction, making the shore of the sixty-five foot wide lagoon nearly invisible.
The water of the lagoon was opaque and dark but she held no curiosity for it's secrets. She had faith in what she knew to be there. It was toward the water she faced, peering into it's depths and seemingly through it at the same time.
An involuntary smile crossed her lips, full and pink though she wore no lipstick or any other makeup. She was naked in all respects, one with the nature that surrounded her; and before the day had ended, she would be as one with nature as anyone could be.
Her hands were still cold but she couldn't help passing them over her breasts, cupping and squeezing them. She pressed her nipples between her forefingers and thumbs, twisting them softly and then again with more force. She ran her hands down her belly and down her sides. They moved over her buttocks and inward across her thighs but they stopped there, finding the soft tangle of hair between her legs.
She forced them away from there, despite her desire, her compulsion to please herself. It was time to say goodbye to that pleasure, to all the things she had experienced in the flesh; all the sensations. The sensation had been nice to possess but had never been able to fill that place in her heart which had always been so empty.
It was strange to her now, having nothing but the physical senses inside of her. She tried to feel something emotional but any emotion she had ever had was always something sensual... or sexual. She had enjoyed men and women both in that respect but had never cared for any of them, or had felt any love.
Karyn laughed almost silently as she thought of this. Had it been so bad that now she would end it? At the same time, however, was there really any point to go on? So she would end it now, she thought but she felt no fear at this, no sadness and in a way she felt kind of giddy for it. There was still a smile on her lips she couldn't make go away.
She had thought of how she would do it and this had been going on for weeks. She wondered why she had decided to die but it just seemed like there simply was no reason. Maybe she had gone insane and couldn't see it, being on the inside. She didn't care. She liked how she felt, especially about dying and in a way she was actually looking forward to it. At this thought she did laugh, and for the first time since she had been here, she had done it out loud. There was some part of her body that had grown tired of the same old sensations of pleasure and now starved to feel pain, in all it's forms and complexities. Her flesh wanted to feel death. It wanted to know destruction. For her all there had ever been was the sensations of the flesh.
She had never experienced emotion. All that ever made her smile had been pleasure, sex and thoughts of such things. No one who had ever known her would have suspected that she was a sociopath. By definition that was what she was and she had known it but she had never cared.
She closed her eyes and lifted her head. She brought the fingers of her right hand close to her face, smelling the scent of her vagina on them before stroking the tips of them over her lower lip and down her chin. Her body had always meant so much to her, which is why she could never be satisfied with any kind of death save for that which she now planned. The thought of it rotting in a grave or rendered to ash in flames had always revolted her. To waste it in such a way would be unthinkable.
And then it had occurred to her and she knew how existence for her would come to a neat and orderly conclusion, how the whole of her existence from start to finish could be knitted into perfect symmetry like a work of art, or a play by Shakespeare given a perfect finish.
Her first choice for her suicide would have been to leap from the 42nd floor terrace of her apartment in downtown San Francisco, the city she had been born and raised in, where she had always resided. She had wanted to do this naked, first balancing on the railing and then stretching out her arms before letting gravity take over, drawing her upper body down as she formed a swan-dive she would maintain all the way down to the street below. It would have been quite a spectacle, yet her body would have been little more than meat afterwards. No matter what, she couldn't find a way around it and her aversion to this persisted. She had fantasies about being violently beaten, raped and then finally stabbed to death yet she had always had such fantasies, even when she had been a girl as young as four years old. The thought of being savagely used had always turned her on. She had explored those fantasies to some degree. Dark, cold rooms where she had been blindfolded and boun! d in coarse ropes that bit into her skin. She had been suspended in leather straps and penetrated by crude metal instruments. Clamps with rugged, saw-like teeth had been heated with a blow-torch and then tightened on her labia and nipples until the flesh was nearly pulverized. She had grown addicted to the sensations, especially the conflicting ones such as hot and cold. Having her skin numbed with ice and then burned with cigarettes had been especially exciting. Her torturers had always taken great care to never leave marks that would remain permanent, however.
If only there had been enough there for it all to stay new, she thought; but she shrugged this thought off and looked into the water where the something was. It waited for her in there though she didn't know how she knew. It had been instinct that had drawn her here, the same instinct she had trusted without question her whole life. She didn't care why or how it worked, only that it gave her what she wanted and she wanted to die; but not by diving into a street or lighting her naked, gasoline soaked body on fire and running through the park for all to see, not by hanging herself nude from the railing of the Golden Gate bridge or anything else so openly public and glamorous. Instead she would die here, quietly and privately. She wouldn't be burned or strangled or stabbed, she would be eaten. Nothing of her would be left to rot. This lagoon would absorb her and she would become part of the quiet peace that now kept her company.
There was no hurry, however. She inhaled deeply, smelling the scents of the wild flowers and the jasmine. She crouched low on her haunches, her hands running down the smooth length of her lean figure, under her thighs and around to cup her knees. In the water lived something unique and alone in the world but it still existed as part of nature and to her it was a very important part indeed. It hadn't a name and needed not such a label as it would have no use for it. There was no one who knew of it aside from herself and she didn't care that the knowledge in her head came from nowhere. She wanted others to see and this alone was the only regret. She wanted the whole world to see how it ended for Karyn Land. She wanted an audience for the ending of her play. It was a pity but still, the ending would be perfect. She continued to run her hands over her body, the skin so soft and cold while muscle tissue beneath was hot and firm.
She forced her mind to slow down and find patience. Her body ached for what would soon happen. There was nothing to compare with the experience in store, the delicious agony as she was destroyed and absorbed. Would she go to hell for it? She hoped so.. She had grown so fond of pain that she no longer thought of it as such, it was pleasure and far more intense and enjoyable to the weak impotent sensations others thought of as physical bliss.
Moments drew on and time was drawing short, she knew this. When the time was right she would rise to her feet and walk forward into the lagoon. It would be automatic. Everything in her life has been so.
She lost control of her fingers as they caressed the tender flaps of her vagina, quickly finding her clitoris. She gritted her teeth as she smiled. An orgasm wasn't far away. She was already so excited as it was. She forced her fingers to move slowly, resisting the orgasm and it's coming energy subsided momentarily. She allowed her fingers to work lightly but only took a periphery pleasure. She wanted to save the climax for the moment that would come there, in the water. She buried her middle finger inside herself, up to the knuckle and then twisted her left nipple fiercely. It was time, she thought. She was at that border where self control would be lost unless she were to act now. She stood up swiftly and cupped her breasts with both hands.
Then, with a sharp in drawn breath and a sigh, she stepped into the water.
The first thing she noticed was that the water was freezing and she was worried that it might numb her flesh to some degree and detract from the experience. With this thought she rushed forward, wading deep into the water, submerging up to her waist as her feet pushed against the slick, jagged rocks until she reached an edge and dropped into the water almost to her neck, her legs swinging as she began to tread water, moving out into the central area.
Her breathing quickened and she arched forward, swimming forward, swinging her arms up and over and kicking before diving under the water and pushing out and away with her arms. She closed her eyes in the darkness of the lagoon, swimming forward until she knew she was at it's heart. The trip hadn't taken that long nor had it been that far yet she felt she had reached the center of the earth.
She began to tread water again, catching her breath as she waited for it to come for her. Yet all was quiet. She looked around the shore, scanning 360 degrees and saw that all was as quiet as it had been a few moments before. There was nothing and no one. All was quiet and somehow this unsettled her somewhat. She didn't want to wait anymore. Now was the time. Just as she began to be filled with doubt she was reassured when something huge shifted below in the lagoon, causing an up surging current that seemed to lift her as the water level of the lagoon swelled.
Her body trembled with the anticipation now as the water settled, almost sucking her down. She looked down as she smiled, trying to penetrate the darkness of the water but still could see nothing. Moments went by and there was nothing else, no movement.. She frowned as she wondered if she had imagined the water moving but insisted it had been too real. That was when the water moved again and something touched her legs, grazing and caressing them. It took her a moment to realize it had been the soft coarseness of a long, tapering tongue.
She gasped sharply as the tongue continued to study her, quickly entwining one leg up to the thigh and then flicking so closely to her cunt that she almost came there and then. The tongue was long and thin, like a snake's but seemed to be something on the order of four or five feet in length.
She reached down to find that tongue, meaning to caress it, to let it know she was indeed alive, that she was tasty. Yet it needed no help from her to know these facts. It was then that the tongue suddenly whipped around her, coiling her waist almost three times and holding her with crushing force. She was pulled down so forcefully her head flailed back and her arms were drawn above her body. Then she was in the water. An instant later something impacted her with the force of a tank through a brick wall; at least this is what it felt like. She was picked up and pushed back into the air, above the surface of the lagoon and for that moment she could see what had her.
Her legs were apart, draped across the sides of a massive head, not unlike that of a dragon but still conforming to the shape of a shark's head. Yet it was neither of these things. The smooth black skin was like rubber, she thought to herself. It's nose was over and between her breasts. The creature's tongue slid from her waist and drew back into the creature's throat. She could feel dagger like teeth inches in length cutting into her skin though they had not incised into her flesh at that moment. They seemed to be in the process of finding their mark at the moment, reserving pressure as she fell further into the beast's mouth, her legs coming further apart. She looked up at the nose, now almost to her chin and then looked down the side of the monster's head where she found one of it's yellow eyes looking back into her own. For a moment she could see the intelligence in that eye, the creature recognized her for what she was, food.
That was when the jaws clamped around her, slamming teeth all the way into her body. Pain unlike anything ripped through her and she screamed, blood spraying from her mouth in a cloud of crimson. She could feel the bottom jaw in her back, the way it curved down so that six inch daggers were buried in her sides and in her buttocks. Teeth impaled her breasts and torso. Karyn looked into the eye of the beast and in reply it bit down harder, grinding it's jaws left and right. She would have screamed if she could but she had no air left in her. She wrapped her arms around the curved nose of the shark-like beast and smiled. Her entire body was engulfed in pain that filled every nerve and now her head swam in it. She was one with this beast and with nature as a whole.
As she thought these thought, the beast submerged into the water and she held on as it took her down quickly into the darkness.
The mouth opened again and she was sucked inside. Her broken legs swung up so that her ankles were above her head. They followed her into the devil's throat along with her arms, draped above her.
She was still conscious as the slickness of the gullet encompassed her. It ran quickly over her body, especially over her buttocks and her vagina, which were ahead of her as she moved. She was almost in a frenzy of excitement, even as she began to be overtaken by delirium. She could taste her blood in her mouth. Yet she came, convulsing as much as the grip of the esophagus would allow. Her pussy clenched and was still burning with pleasure as it was suddenly burned by the hydrochloric acid of her eater's stomach.
The digestive juices encompassed her, ripping through her skin and into her yet failing to dissolve her. Tentacles seemed to be grabbing her from every direction, encircling her waist as the tongue had done before, her arms and her throat. It was then she realized what was happening to her.
A brightness seemed to penetrate her eyelids and when she opened then she was blinded by the brilliance of fire curling over and around her, cutting through her. She was in a chamber of swirling flame. Serpents coiled her limbs, each shooting off into different directions in their unfathomable lengths, drawn off into the fire storm that engulfed her. This wasn't a stomach. She knew now that her life had ended somewhere in the gullet of the lagoon monster, at the moment of her orgasm. Now she was in hell.
She was drawn into the center of it, joining the countless souls there. Minds touched hers, most overcome with such terror they couldn't appreciate the sensations that now possessed them. A serpent coiled her breasts tightly, wrapping around them with such pressure they turned a bright red. Then three inch spikes, like needles erupted from the creature's skin and tore into her. She smiled as it coiled even more, grinding it's spines into her greedy, blood-soaked flesh.
More tentacles with mouths at their ends kissed and bit her body in countless places. Some whispered things to her that were not language but simple feelings, base things that told her what they would do, wanted to do. A tongue slithered across her ear and down across her neck before the mouth that owned it bit into her neck and began to suck blood from her. A large spider poised on her left breast, seemed to watch the coils of spines around both of her mounds and then crushed her left nipple with it's mandibles, injecting poison into her that felt like a mix between heroin and battery acid. Red-hot wires coiled her face and hooked inside of her mouth at the corners, pulling her mouth open. A thick, fat penis came out of the flame and crammed itself into her mouth, so huge and wide it broke her jaw as it forced it's way in, instantly pumping quarts of boiling semen down her throat and into her stomach. It felt like broken glass inside of her yet tasted a million time! s better than vanilla cream.
Ecstasy enraptured her as all this happened. Her legs were drawn out as if she were being drawn and quartered, then a massive trunk of flesh buried itself into her cunt. It went on inside of her burying itself so deep it seemed to push her heart into her throat. It stretched every part of her body as if it were itself a vagina. It pounded into her as large serpents took her with jaws on either side, below her tortured breasts and bit deeply into her. Her blood bubbled and boiled in the heat that was everywhere yet failed to destroy her flesh. Her body was now eternal and she threw herself willingly into the joy she had been taken into, the monster of hell sent to bring her here and she knew it had all been her destiny to be part of it since the dawn of time.
Her heart was dead and unlike most around her she felt no fear because her body had what it wanted and she had never needed nice, heartfelt emotions. It found extreme delight in sensation and the stronger and deeper, the better. To her body pleasure and pain were the same and their contrasts made it all even more enjoyable.
As far as Karyn Land was concerned, she had found her heaven, a place for the flesh while the others that wanted God searched for a heaven for the soul. Now that she was here, experiencing all that had ever mattered to her, she doubted she had ever possessed a soul in the first place.