As the rooster crowed, the morning light streamed through the cracks in the wooden walls of the barn, illuminating Arianta's face. Her eyes opened to find herself still suspended a foot off the ground, swaying gently in the air. The constant motion had rocked her to sleep, but now every muscle in her body ached as she attempted to free herself again.
Breana bustled into the barn, making her way to the pen next to her. She wasn't one to shy away from what she craved. Every morning, she removed her pants and pleasured herself in front while molesting the rotten female corpse.
Arianta hollered out to Breana, desperate for her attention. “Breana, wait!”
Breana didn't pause and continued to undress without shame for what she was about to do.
Arianta pressed on, determined to make her point. “You saw Katherine please me. Both of us felt something. It was mutual. Don't you want that? Don't you want someone to touch you?”
Still, there was no response. Breana's pants fell to her ankles, and she made her way to the edge of her pen.
“I might not be as skinny as the others, but I'm alive. And if you let me down, I'll feel you, just like I did with Katherine. Just like Katherine did to me.”
Breana's head tilted, curiosity on her face as she hesitated.
“Don’t you want to know what it feels like to have a woman touch you? Let me be the one who does. Katherine says it's the sweetest part, but I bet you’ve never tasted it on a living person. Katherine doesn’t let you, does she?”
Breana shook her head. “No,” she said, turning fully to face Arianta. Her trousers and undies lay around her ankles, and a flannel shirt hung over her sex, way too big for her.
“You want to be like Katherine? Have beautiful women beg for your hands. Breana, come here. Please.” Arianta pleaded with her, hoping to convince her to play along. “Those women are cold, dry. Touch me there. Please. Feel what it’s like to be with someone. If you like how I feel, you can let me down, and I’ll touch you in the same place, and we can do it together.”
Breana hesitated, but eventually turned back towards Arianta, who had spread her legs as much as she could in her hanging position.
“Don't go,” Arianta pleaded. “Breana, I want your hands on me.”
Breana cautiously reached out, her hand shaking slightly as she tried to figure out how to touch a living person's genitals.
Arianta held her breath, unsure of what to expect but when Breana didn't touch her, she opened her eyes and tried again. “Touch me, Breana!”
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