The sensation of movement was the only warning that the pattern would change. She had no sense of time, no sense of anything but when she felt her body shifting back and forth, both hope and despair filled her.
Her coffin stopped moving.
She hoped her eyes were closed by the time the top opened and light flooded inside. It burned, more than she thought possible. Her eyes didn't seem to adjust quickly as she felt hands reach in.
It was the same thing every time. One person would hose her off with cold water with one hand and a wash rag with the other. There was no compassion or help as they worked their fingers into every crevice.
Another set of hands pulled the dildos out of her body, inspect her holes, and then shove them back in. The wet slurp of lubrication sent a shudder.
Just as the dildo was rammed back into her ass, a man's voice spoke up. “Hold on, she's pregnant now. Switch to the pregnancy protocol.”
Her heart fluttered as she took in the news. She was pregnant? What would change? How could they handle her in this position?
“Okay,” said another strange voice. “I'll switch.”
She tried to look toward them, but her eyes weren't focusing. She couldn't tell how many times they had pulled her out and did this, but every time it took longer for her eyes to adjust.
Fingers shoved into her pussy for a moment. They were lubricated. For a moment, she wondered if they were going to just shove the impregnation hose back into her.
The thick dildo slide into her pussy with a smack. A moment later, it inflated into place, pinning it firmly in her body as the thick girth stretched almost clear to her cervix.
“Okay, probe is in.”
“Flip and we're done.”
The frame flipped over and she was pressed face-down on the cushion. Her body ached with the change of position.
Then thankful darkness surrounded her. The lid of her coffin was latched as she was carried away.
Nothing changed, she was still just a body inside a container. She pressed her face against the cushion and let out a quiet sob.