Lady Franenstein

I awoke on a cold metal table with a terrible headache and jumbled memories in a body that was unfamiliar to me. A man I didn't recognize stood over me with an expression of incredible wonder, and perhaps a little bit of pride. "My name is Victor," he announced gleefully. "Welcome back!"

Looking down at my naked form, I didn't recognize a single thing. The arms and legs sewed to my torso certainly weren't mine, as they were slightly mismatched in both color and length and marked with knicks and scars that I had no memory of obtaining. One of my feet looked nearly two sizes bigger than the other—they couldn't possibly be mine, because I would never let my toenails get so cracked and overgrown. The breasts didn't even match—one was small and perky, the other round and full. Three of the fingers on my left hand were bent at awkward angles, clearly broken, and one of my thumbs was missing a fingernail. I flexed my hands and feet experimentally, surprised when the body parts responded to me as if they were my own.

What the hell happened to me?

Once, as a little girl, my brother had taken my porcelain doll and smashed it with a hammer into a million pieces. I did my very best to glue the pieces back together, but it was a hopeless endeavor from the start. My cherished dolly was ugly, fractured, and needed to be put out of her misery. So, I buried her in the backyard and held a funeral. It seemed like the only proper thing to do.

Now, I was the broken doll. I didn't have to look in a mirror to know that I was hideous.

"I'm an abomination," I cried. Metaphorically—no actual tears descended from my eyeballs.

The young doctor had the good sense to look offended. "No! Quite the opposite, my dear. You are a scientific miracle, a product of hard work and sleepless nights. You are perhaps the most unique female creature to ever walk this world."

I bristled at his use of the word 'creature'. "What did you do to me?" I demanded.

He clapped his hands together, and the thunderous sound made me jump. The man seemed to be running on adrenaline; I believed him when he said he'd had many sleepless nights. "I saved you! You had the misfortune of encountering a serial killer in your past life, one with a nasty habit of beheading young women. Lucky for you, I found your head in the gutter and brought you back to my lab. Most of you was unusable—hacked to pieces, I'm afraid— so I obtained the rest of the body parts from the morgue."

Victor's explanation did little to reassure me. Flashes of my killer floated back to the surface; a dark-clad man with silent footsteps and a cruel smile, following me down an alley on the wrong side of town. I remembered his gloved hands around my throat, choking back the scream that might have saved me. It was stupid, so incredibly stupid, to walk down that alley in the middle of the night. Perhaps this was my penance for being so stupid.

Victor's enthusiasm was not deterred by my distress. "I haven't even told you the best part: there is another like you. A man. Your perfect equal in every way."

"Really?" I was cautiously hopeful at the thought of not having to be alone in this nightmare.

"He was my first successful creation," Victor continued with great fondness. "I designed you specifically for him—you will be his companion; you will walk the afterlife by his side." Victor was apparently very excited about his two creations coming together for the first time. He couldn't get his next question out fast enough. "Would you like to meet him?"

Oh, my. I was nervous about stepping into such a commitment. But my previous life was over. What else was I going to do? Victor was still waiting for a response, so I nodded.

"Come," he said, offering me his hand. He helped me down from the metal slab that was the site of my rebirth. "I will take you to him."

Victor's house was ginormous in a vertical sort of way. As we climbed higher and higher up a spiral staircase, I got the sense that we were in a tower of some sort, and I wondered how far away from civilization we actually were. I imagined a mad scientist would need a great deal of privacy to perform his experiments, lest the townspeople catch wind of his vaguely illegal activities.

Victor led me down a dark, ominous hallway lit by candlelight, the destination being a wooden door at the very end. He knocked once, to alert whoever was inside that we had arrived, and then pushed open the door without waiting to be invited in.

I gasped when I beheld the person behind the door: it was the male version of me. Only, he was a lot more terrifying to look at.

I didn't know what to make of the green-skinned giant that was apparently my betrothed. He was big and bulky, but in a clumsy sort of way, as if not quite accustomed to his incredible size. His muscular limbs were stitched together just like mine, but the patchwork was sloppy and uneven, suggesting Victor didn't have as much experience at the time of his operation. It was difficult not to stare at the two bolts sticking out from either side of his square forehead. He smiled at me sheepishly while I approached.

"What's your name?" I asked him, to which he merely grunted in response.

It was Victor who answered. "He, ah, doesn't speak. I'm still working on that. The most he can do is mumble."

My heart sank as I realized my "perfect half" wouldn't even be able to hold a conversation with me.

"How long...?" I wanted to ask Victor, "How long have you had him?" But that felt like a question one would ask of a pet.

The doctor understood my line of questioning. "I created him almost ten years ago now. Though we've kept each other company, he seeks an intimate form of companionship that I simply cannot provide. So, I created you."

My eyes drifted towards the monster's crotch -- not on purpose, but because of the obvious movement happening beneath his trousers. Something rather girthy began to take shape within the fabric, stiffening and straining in an attempt to free itself.

Clearly, I was meant to satisfy him. This was my entire purpose for existing, the entire reason I was brought back to life, according to Victor. "I'll leave you two alone," said the doctor, with a suggestiveness I didn't appreciate, while closing the door behind him.

As I surveyed the monster, I realized I hadn't ever gotten his name.

"Well, I'm already naked, so you might as well take those off," I said bluntly, nodding towards his trousers. There was no point in beating around the bush. This, he understood, and quickly undressed.

The sheer size of his cock took me by surprise. I gaped at twelve inches of thick, green cock, wrapped from base to tip with bulging veins, and dripping with precum of a sickly, grayish color. My brain conjured a strange image of Victor at the morgue, shopping for cocks, looking for the perfect one to mount upon his creation. I wondered if he'd found a cock this size or modified it during the surgical process.

To my immense surprise, the part of my brain that controlled arousal seemed to be working properly, as evident by the slickness between my legs. I was thankful that Victor had included horniness in his design of me. At least this part of my afterlife would be enjoyable.

I walked up to the monster and kissed him right on the mouth. He held still, unsure how to proceed. I moved my lips against his while he remained frozen, not giving me much to work with. After a moment, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him, and I felt his throbbing cock press against my belly.

Since we weren't making much progress in the kissing department, I pulled him toward the bed. There was a heat blossoming in my lower belly that was making me feel more human by the second and I was eager to chase that feeling. The monster climbed on top of me, positioning himself between my legs, preparing to sink into me. The mattress creaked beneath his incredible weight. I spread my thighs apart, enjoying the look of awe on his face while he stared at my--well, technically, someone else's--wet cunt. He seemed hesitant to act, so I pointed a finger at my clenching, quivering hole. "Put it right here," I instructed him.

He complied without question. I watched as he brought the tip of his cock against my pussy lips, swirling it through my silky wetness, an expression of utter amazement on his face. There was nothing even remotely resembling foreplay before his massive slab of dead meat slipped inside of me, ripping from my throat a deep, guttural noise. He filled me swiftly, without pause, and my eyeballs nearly popped out of my head (I swear, I felt the right one detach slightly from the socket). I watched our two hideous bodies become one as he went deeper, deeper, and deeper, until I felt him nudge insistently against my useless womb. I was impressed with myself for being able to take all twelve inches. Clearly, whoever owned this cunt before me knew her way around big cocks, and for that I was grateful. I wasn't the slightest bit concerned about the monster splitting me open, because Victor would simply sew me up again.

The monster's moans grew unintelligible as he pumped my pliant hole, ramming into me with such a brute force that the bed threatened to collapse beneath us. I reached up to feel the hardened muscles of his arms and broad shoulders. Really, in a certain light, he could be considered handsome. I was gushing all over his cock by that point, building towards a powerful climax. I was close -- so close, and then --

Something hot and thick spurted inside of me, signaling an end to the thrusting and my chances of reaching that exquisite peak. The sheer amount of cum that flooded my insides was impressive. He pulled out and threw himself down on the bed beside me, a grin spreading across his big, dumb face.

A fire still burned between my legs. I had hoped for another round, another opportunity to reach that delicious edge, but at the sight of the monster's softening cock combined with the sound of gentle snoring, all hope died out.

I stared up at the ceiling and sighed. Was this to be my life now? Sexual plaything to a lumbering corpse that I can't even communicate with? Never satisfied? How incredibly unfair. I would have to speak with Victor about building me another soul mate.

My eyes wandered around the bedchamber in search of something to occupy my time. In addition to the bed, there was only a desk and an old wardrobe resting beneath an inch of dust and years' worth of dead insects.

I looked down at my naked, deformed self, and frowned. A peek inside the wardrobe revealed a tattered old nightgown the exact color of a dirty washcloth. Despite my somber mood, I found the nightgown amusing. What was the point in covering a body that wasn't my own, a body impervious to cold, especially if everyone in this house had already seen it, anyway? Regardless, I threw on the nightgown simply because I didn't want to look at myself any longer.

I descended the spiral staircase as quietly as possible so as not to wake Victor. I wanted to be alone, and he seemed like the kind of person who would be incapable of leaving me alone. It was the middle of the night, but the soft glow of the full moon illuminated the backyard enough for me to find my way.

I gasped when I beheld the several dozen blank headstones scattered across the yard. When I saw that they were void of dates, names, and engravings, I realized I'd stumbled upon a graveyard of failed experiments. I couldn't think of a reason Victor would have bothered erecting headstones at all except to help him remember which areas of the backyard are occupied. I stood over a particularly fresh-looking grave and wondered if a corpse rested below or merely a handful of mis-matched body parts.

I wandered aimlessly for a while before discovering Victor's sorely neglected garden. I threw myself onto a bed of wilted flowers and cried dry tears, wondering how I could have possibly ended up in this situation. I felt oddly comfortable in the garden, which came as a surprise, as I didn't think I would feel comfortable in this wretched body ever again. I suppose all dead things are destined to end up in the soil at some point.

Something odd happened next. As I lay on my back in the garden among the dirt and weeds, staring longingly up at the full moon, two thick roots slipped around my wrists and yanked my hands into the soil. A moment later, the same thing happened to my ankles. I tensed as vines wrapped around my arms and legs, pulling my limbs apart until I was essentially spread-eagled.

So, the plants were alive. That was just great. I would expect nothing less from a garden that's probably been feeding off hazardous waste and dead body parts for the better part of the last few decades.

I tugged halfheartedly at my wrists, but they didn't budge. I wiggled a little bit, but all I managed to do was hike my nightgown up to my waist, exposing my naked lower body to the cool elements of the night.

I had just resigned myself to life among the weeds when something prickly nudged at my leg.

A spindly, prickly tree root probably three inches thick protruded from the ground and stroked my inner thigh, sending a shiver up my spine. The way the root was positioned between my legs-- just inches from my gaping cunt--had me thinking dirty thoughts. I can't explain it, but the tree root looked like it wanted to fuck me. Was it wrong to want a tree root to fuck me? That seemed like a question to answer at a later time. There was already a great deal of fluid leaking from me, a combination of my own juices and the monster's discolored cum, resulting in a perfectly moist environment for any random plant life to come along and drink from. In my previous body, this would have been a very bad, possibly unsanitary idea. But in this body--dead, cold, held precariously together by stitches--I didn't foresee any consequences.

I spread my thighs as wide as I could manage within my bindings, exposing my quivering hole to the curious tree root.

My breath hitched when the root tip brushed against my lower lips. I lifted my head and watched with wide eyes while it prodded at my folds in search of an entrance. I silently begged for it to continue. Finally, it slipped inside of me.

I was worried that the thorns would hurt, but that worry didn't last long. The thorns were surprisingly soft to the touch, or maybe it was my sopping insides that softened them. I immediately clenched around the animated limb, drawing it further, further, and further inside of me, as far as it would go. The spiky little nubs dragged against the inside of my tunnel while the root filled me, igniting a fire in my belly stronger than the one from earlier. My brain seemed to remember what it felt like to orgasm as a human, and I was eager to see if it felt the same as a dead woman.

The root seemed to know exactly what it was doing, poking firmly against my spongy G-spot as if attempting to breach my womb. I almost hoped it would. My eyes rolled so far to the back of my head that I glimpsed what remained of my brain.

A vine wrapped snugly around my neck and pulled my head towards the ground. The garden held me down while it fucked me. I came very quickly after that.

I was barely allowed a moment of rest, for another root emerged from the ground, and it seemed to be from an entirely different trunk than the ones around my wrists, ankles, and up my cunt. This root was the largest of them all --- girthy, robust, and thicker than my forearm, and covered in gnarls and bumps that suggested it was very old. It looked as though it hadn't seen the light of day in ages but decided to emerge from the soil to see what all the commotion was about. My already spread legs left my nether region completely exposed. Though my cunt was already filled, there was another hole conveniently empty and ripe for the taking. I gasped as the thick root prodded my puckered asshole, wondering exactly how much my new body could take.

The fluid leaking from my cunt down the crack of my ass was the only lube available to me at the moment, so it would have to do. When the tree root finally breached my tight ring of muscle, I arched my back completely off the ground in response. This one was not gentle like the others -- it plunged through my bowels without hesitation, dragging its thorns along the inside of my lower intestine without any regard for the pain it might cause me. The pain was mild -- indistinguishable from the wave of pleasure.

The tree limb only stopped when it bumped up against my lungs. The limb withdrew, and my belly deflated, but only for a short time. I was horribly empty for several long seconds before the tree limb filled me up again in one quick swoop. I felt every bump and knot of its withered bark exterior while it fucked me hard, over and over and over again.

The tree limb up my cunt still twisted and turned, working in cahoots with the one up my ass. I came hard, and then I sagged against the ground. It was difficult to get comfortable; the tree root that had burrowed into my ass seemed unwilling to dislodge itself. After finally allowing me to rest for a moment, it started moving again -- I expected it to withdraw, but instead, it crawled further inside of me.

Surely there was some internal barrier that would eventually stop the root's ascent? I realized how wrong I was when the root began to snake its way through my intestines, seemingly impervious to any such barrier. My belly cramped from the movement, but somehow, the feeling only made me more aroused. I was shocked when I felt a pressure in the base of my throat, followed by something hard working up my esophagus. Finally, it emerged from my mouth and twisted around in the open air before my own two eyes. The tree limb had gone all the way through me, spearing me like a kabob.

My body convulsed involuntarily during a string of orgasms. I was delirious with pleasure, oblivious to my surroundings or the noises I was making.

I was vaguely aware of the other plants in the garden coming to life while the roots invaded my holes. Flower petals stroked my gray skin while dandelions tickled my toes, and something resembling a Venus Fly Trap appeared out of nowhere to clamp down on my clit. The soft teeth of the carnivorous plant sucked on my swollen little nub, ripping from my lungs a scream that set off howls in the distance. With the garden's encouragement, I went over the edge three more times in a matter of minutes.

With the strength of this latest orgasm, my body jerked uncontrollably, and the sudden movement caused my right arm to disconnect from my shoulder. It was an odd sight, seeing my arm flop mindlessly around on the ground, but it didn't hurt at all. I imagined having to explain to Victor how I lost my arm and laughed out loud.

I lay back in the soil, perfectly content, while the dirt caressed my skin. I fell quickly asleep beneath the weight of the long day I'd had.

It was a while before the garden released its hold on me. I did eventually return to the house and attempt to bond with Victor's monster. We grew closer over time, and things got better as we learned to communicate. And I admit, riding his giant green cock became a favorite pastime of mine.

I still visit the garden from time to time.