When I died, my body fell into a dark void while my soul parted away. Little did I know that my body and soul had their own agency. I watched as my soul floated away as a bright white incandescent body, but not bright enough to illuminate the darkness around. It was a familiar face, an old friend, a twin abandoning me.
Deeper and deeper I fell. My soul now resembled a distant star fading further and further away.
Then, my naked physical flesh was plucked by many dark hands. Roughly, cruelly, without care, the million hands groped and felt me up. They plucked every single strain of hair as I cried in pain, but they cared not for my tears as they probed my body and every hole—my mouth, my belly button, my ears, my anus, my urethra, every and all holes. Fingers choked my throat, while other fingers bore into my asshole, and other hands molested my cock. They squeezed me thin and molded my flesh into feminine curves and peeled off the top layer of my skin to expose a supple one inside. They cupped my testicles, tugged it hard, twisted them endlessly, and castrated me by plucking my balled up sac like a ripe fruit. Then they took out the testicles, threw away the useless flesh, and planted them in my chest like seeds—plump breasts grew in place.
Hands dipped in blue ink appeared out of the void and my whole body, every crevasse, every opening, and every inch was painted in Mayan blue. This unique blue, the colors of sacrificial meat. An Egyptian braded bobbed wig with golden beads at their tips was stitched into my scalp, and I felt each piercing of the needle. My septum was pierced with a golden ring, and they leashed to it a string like gold chain that was long as my body from head to toe. Another hand pulled my tongue out and pierced it with a golden ring too and leashed it with a similar long chain off it. My new and sensitive nipples were pierced and leashed. The tip of my shriveled little cock was pierced and leashed. My perineum too pierced and leashed. An iron mold was locked around my neck and into it hot liquid gold was poured to bind me in a permanent collar. I smelled my flesh scorched as smoke seeped out of the mold while the liquid gold burned my neck. A special hand with an emerald ring pulled out a golden mechanical keyhole, and another hand with a sapphire ring wielded a hammer, and the two jammed the keyhole device into my forehead. The torture came to an end when a hand with ruby ring branded a red circular signature on my right ass cheek as a sign of authenticity of their newly crafted flesh doll.
A deep voice pierced through my mind and passed judgment: "To be reborn! Mere cattle, cosmic slave caste in Naraka for the next 20 millionth rebirths. No soul shall inhabit this sacrificial meat, only smokes of an extinguished soul fire. Feed the many hungers of the world in all its form and existence. We cast you down to your fate: nameless, many, replaceable, disposable, eunuch, a cosmic slave."
I dropped into shallow dirty water of mud and chunks of many other things. I wasn't the only one. Many cosmic slaves dropped into the swamp water from the great void sky above. All painted, pierced, chained, collared, keyholed, and branded. They wailed and screamed from everywhere. Many swam towards each other for help and comfort.
As I tried to catch my breath from all the pain and trauma, a storm-battered red wooden boat donned with Japanese lanterns hanging about it slowly floated my way. I waved my hands and yelled out for help. Then I saw the crew: ebon black demons with horns, varying size and builds, varying number of hands, lusty mouths, hungry red tongues, and ivory white teeth. I turned and swam as fast away as I could—unable to process it all but the fear. One fat demon swung a large fishing rod towards me and the hook caught the end chain leashed to my perineum ring. I felt the pain sting through my body! With sheer force and speed, the demon reeled me out the water. It handled my petit new body with ease and hooked me on a fish hanger at the center of the boat. I hung upside down from my perineum, I cried, screamed, and flayed my hands and legs around, but I only spun around and caused more pain. My hands and feet felt the warm soft flesh of others hanging off the fish hangers. My eyes dried and adjusted as I saw other cosmic slaves hung like caught fish. Our bodies touched and wrangled among as we hung closely in a dense bunch. Some hung from their tit ring, others their nose, some from their tongue, and then a few by their limp little cocks. I couldn't say who had it worse—we were all blue, all naked, we all cried, we were all in pain, and we were all confused from this living hell.
A fat, ebon demon with red lips and four eyes in a row swung me towards him with his large hands, and he licked and tasted my cock, continued licking to taste my breasts and suckle them, and finally probed my mouth with his tongue and let go. I was lathered in his saliva as I swung there in sheer fright.
