Welcome to the Afterlife: Chapter 5

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

[Contains: Substances, Shared Bodies, Biting.]


Chapter 5: Shock and Awe.

I had begun to notice a pattern forming here. The Stocking Club was full of goth girls wearing different types stockings.
I got milked in a barn at The Farm.
The Break-Fast Buffet more than lived up to it's name.
Now before us on the other side of Broken Balls Ave, directly across from Break-Fast Buffet, stood what appeared to be a strip club. The sign above the main entrance read "Welcome to Shock and Awe, where all of your dreams are made reality." The text was in a beautifully airbrushed calligraphy. Airbrushed silhouettes of pole dancing naked women with bunny ears were on either side of the main entrance, facing inward. If I had to take a guess, there would definitely be some electro-sex thing going on here.

I never cared much for having my cock or balls zapped, it wasn't very pleasant. Ironic, I know, but I was just never into it. Dreading what the answer would be, I asked Anna anyway.

"Shock and Awe. I'm gonna get zapped by strippers next?" I looked her in the eyes. "Don't tell me the damn pole is electrified."

Anna laughed hard at that one. I was being serious, which she noticed after managing to catch her breath.

"I'm afraid you'll just have to find out for yourself." She said with a chuckle.
Anna was acting less esoteric now, her personality starting to show through. I think something about watching Doris turn my balls into liquid changed something in her. Perhaps I'm just over-thinking it, but she was definitely acting more lively now.

"I'll give you a hint." she said, "It's something you won't see coming."

"Well that's ominously vague. How angelic of you." I replied with a smirk, giving her a slight elbow to the forearm. I was probably pushing my luck with her.

We walked through the doors. The interior looked like the high class strip clubs one would find in Vegas. Scantily clad women roamed about, a beautiful eastern European woman twirled upon the pole in the center of the stage. There was an oder of high dollar cigar smoke and some damn good weed. It wasn't overpowering, but it was noticeable. Tables were placed throughout the main area, booths lined two of the walls, a bar took up most of another wall. An intimidating Amazonian woman stepped out from seemingly nowhere and blocked our path. She was almost as tall as Anna, roughly 7ft. Her arms long and muscular, her legs like tree trunks. A scar across her left eye nearly met her nose. Her brunette hair flowing gently down to her elbows, contrasting nicely with her olive skin.
She wore what looked like ancient leather armor, with ornate iron inlaid into it. It was a three piece set, the top only barely covering her large breasts, the bottom piece a small skirt, and then tall knee-high boots. The toes of the boots were capped with iron. She was straight out of a fantasy story.

"Anna, you may enter for free." The woman said, motioning to Anna.

"You, must pay the entry fee." The Amazonian woman looked directly at my balls. I could see what was about to happen here.

"I'll pay the fee. Just please don't-." Before I could finish my request to not kick me with her iron toed boots, a terrifyingly fast kick came from the woman. The iron toe of her right boot making direct contact with both of my now larger balls. Her foot pushed upwards, dragging my balls with it until they were no longer in contact with her boot as it continued it's momentum.
I heard a loud cry of pain exit my lungs as all of the air was sucked out of me. Falling to the floor, I clenched my balls, accidentally squeezing them in the process. There was no serious damage, other than some immediate swelling.

"You may enter." The woman said.
Anna helped me up off of the ground.

"Thank you, Ianthe." Anna said to the Amazonian woman. I thanked her as well.

Moving into the main area of the strip club, Anna lead me towards the bar, the women we passed along the way casually groping my balls as we passed.
One of them, an ebony woman wearing a leather biker jacket gave me a sack tap that nearly made me drop. Damn I could use a drink.

The bartender saw us approach and placed two large glasses on the bar. Anna and I sat on the stools in front of the glasses.

"What may I get for you?" The bartender asked us both. She was a fair skinned woman, slight of build with a French accent. She wore no shirt, her small breasts were on full display, her nipple piercings glinting in the light as she moved.

"I'll have your finest red wine." Replied Anna. The two women looked to me.

"What do you recommend?" I asked her.

"That depends on what kind of experience you're looking for today." She replied in a happy tone of voice.
I looked to Anna for a suggestion.

"Let's give him a tonic of clarity to start, then go from there." Anna said to the French woman.

She poured Anna a glass of expensive looking red wine, for me she poured a green-hued liquid that looked suspiciously like Mountain Dew. I took a sip, it tasted like cereal milk. My mind immediately relaxed. My entire body relaxed after a minute.

While I drank the strange liquid, I began to remember things, things I haven't thought of in a very long time. All of them were of different fantasies that I had once conjured up in my mind. One stood out in particular. I finished the drink and looked to Anna.

"I think I know what I want." I told her, as my body relaxed further, I felt incredibly stoned. She placed a hand on my thigh, seemingly entering my mind. I felt her presence there, as if I wasn't alone in my head, a feeling a devine grace washed over me before she removed her hand.

"He will need a glass of 'Conjoined Soul.'" Anna told the bartender.
Conjoined what now? I looked over a drink menu sitting beside us. Each drink had a description beneath it. Finding the drink in question, the description read like that of a potion in a video game.

"Conjoined Soul: Temporarily intertwines all physical, mental, emotional and spiritual stimuli and share all thoughts with a person you share a glass with.
Warning: effects may last longer than expected, be careful who you share with."

The French bartender poured an ethereal purple concoction into a new glass and set it before me.
"Before you drink," she started, "you must pick a woman of your choosing."

I looked around the club, unable to make up my mind. Before, everything was just hurled at me, I had no say in who did what to me. This time, I get to choose who I want to break my balls apart. The thought was equal parts relief, unnerving and downright sexy.

I observed the dancers, they were an eclectic mix of women of all different ethnicities, but one kept catching my eye. She was a beautiful Native American woman, around 5'5ft, with long straight black hair all the way down to her ass. Her dark eyes met mine, she strode over, her c-cup breasts and toned thighs unable to escape my eyes. She was quite fit, her six pack abs very evident beneath her gorgeous tits. She sat down on a stool next to me and placed a hand on my inner thigh.

"In the need of some company?" She asked, her southwestern accent like music to my ears.

"H.. Hi.." I stammered, she was absolutely beautiful. "My name's.."

"Jonah." She finished my sentence for
me. "I am Malia, may I share a drink with you?"

"Absolutely!" I said, sliding the glass between us. Malia motioned for me to indulge first, she drank from my glass after me. We sat there for several minutes, sharing the beverage while getting to know each other. Malia was an Apache woman who expressed a deep desire to experience new sensations. The perfect match for my fantasy.

After we finished the Conjoined Soul drink, I felt a strange feeling as Malia slipped a hand under my balls and began to fondle them. I felt a rush, both my own anticipation, as well as a separate sense of identical anticipation mirroring that of my own. I also felt my balls in my hand. I looked down, and sure enough, it was the same hand she was using to fondle me with. This is going to be intense.
Out of curiosity, I placed my left hand on her right breast and gave it a gentle squeeze. I felt her breast in my hand, I also felt the feeling of someone squeezing my breast as well. I've obviously never felt such a thing before, but I knew that I was feeling my hand squeezing her, through her.

"We need a room." I said to her while looking her in the eyes. I felt my.. her.. our pussy get insatiably wet. She felt our cock growing incredibly hard.

"Immediately." She replied while biting our lip.

We both ran to the private dance room section of the club, they were individual rooms with beds and chairs inside of them. We clambered onto the bed, a frantic makeout session ensued as I removed her panties, the only thing she was wearing. She climbed on top of me and squeezed our balls while kissing me. A moan of both pleasure and pain came out of both of us into each other's mouths as she squeezed. We were one with each other.

The fantasy came from reading a body-swap story, I had dreamed about the idea was sharing every sensation with a women, while she shared the same with me. Now, it was actually happening.

I grabbed onto her nipples, feeling the pleasure as I rolled them between my fingers, moaning as I felt our pussy start to quiver.
She started slapping our balls, I felt like I was hitting them myself, but through her.
We didn't need to communicate verbally, our minds conjoined.
She lifted herself up, giving me room to scoot back towards the headboard of the bed. I positioned myself to where I was leaning up against the headboard, she crawled over me. We both moaned as she grabbed our cock and began to stroke, squeezing the precum out of me. She inserted ourself inside of us. We cried out in pleasure as our cock entered us, feeling it pushing against our inner walls and up against our vulva.
Malia leaned forward while starting to ride and put her tits in my face. I grabbed them and pushed my face between her perfect breasts as she reached behind to grab our balls. She squeezed them tightly. I screamed into her tits as she screamed into the air. Our pussy was unfathomably wet, the juices working their way into our cock through the urethra.

"You want to experience something even better?" The words floated into my mind in her voice.

"I'll experience anything for you." My words floated into her mind.

"I can make it flow deeper, watch." Her thoughts carried a sense of intense desire to them.

We both felt it then, as she forced our pussy juices down the inside of our cock, reaching deeper and deeper. They worked their way towards our balls, then started to fill my sack. Our balls were now completely submerged in her sweet nectar.
If Margaret's juice was like doing an 8-ball of coke, then Malia's were the equivalent to a dime bag of meth, straight to the balls. The energy swarmed through both of us as she started to ride me aggressively, crushing and slapping our balls with her hand. We made love like that for what felt like an eternity.

I was on the verge of climax, when she entered my mind.
"Not yet." She thought. "I have an idea."
I knew what her idea was before she told me. It was our idea.
Malia slid off of me and pulled me down into a laying position. She turned around and hovered our sweet pussy over my face. She dropped quickly, slamming our pussy right onto my mouth. Grabbing our balls, she thought "Scream for me!"
I was reminded of Lucy and how she had made me scream into her pussy.
Malia giggled, finding it amusing that she would get to experience what Lucy had on a whole new level.

She held our balls in one hand and violently punched with the other. We both screamed in pain and pleasure together, writhing against each other. She punched again, I drank from our pussy as it continuously flowed. With each punch, we felt her juice inside of my sack working its way into our balls, like water being absorbed into a sponge.

Malia leaned forward, took our cock in the hand she used for her punches and began to stroke it vigorously as she took our balls into our mouth and bit down hard. It was all too much for us both to handle. We exploded against each other as she chewed on our balls, our minds and mouths crying out together in unison.

She started to suck our cock as I lovingly licked our pussy while squeezing our breasts. We were sideways now, my head resting between her thighs. We pleasured ourselves for well over an hour like this. Every time I got close to cumming, she would start squeezing our balls, squeezing the cum out and right into her mouth as our pussy convulsed against my mouth. We stayed ravenous with pure lust for each other and ourselves.

"Do you two need some more time?" Anna's voice called out to us.
"Yes, mom!" We both yelled back in a sarcastic voice, laughing in each other's minds.
"It's been three hours!" Anna called back to us. She never received an answer.

Malia and I explored each other's minds, our shared mind. We came up with all sorts of different things to try with each other. I agreed to meet her again on a regular basis.

The effects of the Conjoined Soul started to fade, Malia and I both felt a feeling of unraveling, our essences departing each other's. We were both left with an overwhelming sense of longing for each other. This too passed in time, as we made our way back out into the main area of the club.

Anna stood there in front of us, arms crossed, a smug smirk on her face.
"About time, that took longer than expected." She said. "It is time to leave. Because you took so long, we only have one more stop for the day."

"Will the next stop have another one of those drinks?" I asked her.
Malia grabbed my aching balls.

"You better bring me with you for another one of those." She told me, then gave them a squeeze for emphasis.

"There will be drinks," Anna began to say, "But they will be slightly different than those served here."

Malia and I said our goodbyes before we left the Shock and Awe.

"At least I didn't get zapped." I said with a chuckle as we headed out the door.