It’s Turtles all the Way Up!
Zane was a strange intersex chimera creature who was actually composed of two individuals: Stanley - his male half, and Amy - her female half. Together, Stan and Amy were Zane, they were quite Zane. This is the story of how an up-tight, right-wing, autistic shemale came to love him herself. Both Zane's sides came to commit to two different women, Amy with the strong butch lesbian, Lizzie, and Stan with ultra feme bisexual Candy Kiz. Candy had already been in a long term BDSM lifestyle coupling with Lizzie for several years before meeting the two people held in the single body of Zane.
Lizzie topped both Candy and Amy. Amy, forever locked inside the same body with Stan, was actually a lesbian. Stan was a heterosexual ally who tolerated Amy, but also completely dominated her. This worked out well, as Amy was such a submissive facet of him herself.
Zane became a polyamorous being, with a fluid sexuality that could only be expressed in the most private, secret, safest of environments. In his private life, he lived in a three-way Celtic Handfast commitment, with an annual check in or check out for any individual in the variable Ménage à Trois, mutual addiction society. They went out to dinner. Amy wanted Olive Garden. Lizzie rolled her eyes and said, "Couldn't we just ask Zane to force Amy to cook for us and stay in?"
Amy yelled, “I’m right here!”
Zane's face frowned as he let Amy take over. She smirked a little with his face and said, "I love you, Lizzie! And I really like Olive Garden. Come on! For me!?"
As the three walked into the restaurant, Zane had Candy on his right arm and Lizzie inside him on his left. The young woman hostess greeted them with an obsequious smile. She tried seating them way in the back, where they could not be seen. Lizzie insisted that they sit at a booth near the front. A "Christian" family seated at a nearby booth put up a huge angry fuss. The three left them ignored.
Lizzie climbed down into the Love Pit they had custom built into the sunken living room. Zane and Candy were wedged down into the lowest point of the soft floor, slowly enjoying the final hour of a four-hour tantra fuking experience. They were both still aroused, oily, damp, and sweaty, but in a good way. Lizzie was in her regular aroused mood, after teaching her class of young women how to submit to men. She ignored the heated state of the two lovers, snuggling between their joined bodies. They gladly gave way to their third sex partner.
Then she went deep, digging down and pulling her head and shoulders down under the covers, to place her face inverted over Amy's small vulva, exposed through surgery for the first time, only two years before. Amy was wet and engorged because of Stan and Candy's long sex session. Lizzie thrust her tongue deep into the small dripping flesh flower and drew a little of Amy's nectar out, slurping it up happily. Amy moaned through Zane's mouth. Candy moaned out “the butter’s spread too thick!”
Zane squinted at her and saw that the dried cum and whatever, all over her stinking body, meant it was high time to devour her. He leaned over to his tired rape toy, and asked, "So, you wanna go down and be my little oyster? I'll give your love button a tongue lashing too... and I will shuck you, if you want?"
She stared into his eyes tiredly, and it was her bone-weary condition that caused his lack of surprise — as Zane had just Glamoured her — when she replied, "Yes. But make me do it on the Saint Andrew in the dungeon!"
Zane winked at her and started tugging Lizzie by the ear.
“Yes Master,” was all she could reply.
By the time Zane entered his sub-sub-basement private dungeon, his victim was filthy and bleeding, what with having to drag her submitted ragdoll body through the slimy pits and crusted stairs and all.
After eagerly nailing her hands and feet to the cross with ancient iron nails, he took time to make her rape experience a lifechanging one. Out came Zane’s fangs as he viciously attacked her jugular vein. She whimpered with shudders as he drank the last of her blood — through the special shunt that all vampires have inside their fangs — pumping his hard cock up her grimy cunt and already cum-filled asshole. His little rape holes toilet slave struggled feebly to keep breathing. This annoyed Zane. He was happy to be pissing where he had just cum… deep in her pussy. Why does she still breathe so? He grabbed a large clear plastic bag of rubber bands on his torture table. Zane quickly dumped most of the bands out, then roughly jammed the bag over her head, snapped a few rubber bands around her neck to keep the plastic sealed, sucking into her desperate mouth futilely. After she stopped breathing, Zane went ahead and raped her still body up the ass for a taste of the good old days.
He leaned in close to the little victim he loved most of all — or so he told them — to lick her open left eye with a mouth full of the cum from her pussy, all full of several people’s shit, spit, sperm, and urine.
“Just the way I like it!” Zane whispered to his newly immortal wirth. “Do not worry, little 1. I will stake you through the heart one day… that is, if you ever disobey me, I will do worse than own you.”
Zane’s invisible servant stood against the wall, completely camouflaged, as usual. She was watching, wishing, wanting… all that I Owned. Zane caused her to become visible for a moment.
“Pry this little girl off Saint Andrew and get her out of my chambers. I will be returning to my less-willing guests.”
As he took the secret elevator up, Zane scrapped her flesh from under his fingernails. ‘She always had such dirty nails!’ He thought.
And so, the sexually deviant psychopath finished another seemingly random slaying… eager for the next session.
Zane used to be a sleepwalker; an autistic person who could never remember anything his subconscious two-dimensional personality generator (Hider) found the least bit threatening. He instantly forgot the MD, a specialist, telling him that he was also a ‘she’, and that Stan was intersex, in 1969. He really was a shemale, a he-she, historically a hermaphrodite. But, because he could never remember this fact for more than about thirty seconds, he was unable to fully deal with being intersex until he turned about 55 years old.
Now, this may well seem too old to make any difference for such an old shemale. After all, most people die well before 90 years old. However, Zane was also a Halo Mind. This means he was not only half male and half female, he was also part ‘mutt’, with Homo infomaticus being half of his genetics... something new, something unlooked for. Zane was certainly something nobody was ever expecting.
Zane spent much of his life as a human lab rat, born in a free coal miners' medical clinic in the city of lab rats, in a forgotten corner of the outback of the United States (New Mexico). He had made the critical mistake of getting too angry with his first-grade teacher. This led to a life of being manipulated from one in-situ lab to another, where autism researchers covertly worked to study, poke, and prod him into revealing more about his very special abilities. Most of the time he managed, with much automatic machinery within, to act fairly much like everyone else. This left him about 30% awake. The rest of him was sleepwalking at all times. Well, ironically, he was always sleepwalking, except when he was unconscious, physically sleeping at night. There were many times he awoke inside his mind and took off on adventures in his dreams, far into the future.
Maybe he sometimes exhibited some specialness. Whenever that happened, his internal mental protection mechanism would launch him into a mechanical litany of antisocial behaviors. He would find out exactly what each person's hot button was and hammer on it like it was his job.
He insulted peers, whispered obscene pornography to a woman he might be attracted to, and tuned out when people were talking to him. He seemed to most people to be dumb, proud, and self-obsessed. They could not understand that his behavior was completely automatic and was only acted out for defensive reasons. This is all brought on by the Hider.
He really was a strange human. His kind was announced with Spock from Star Trek. He was once told he was Frodo. He has had vision dreams of being a young wizard with a head wound (Harry Potter). He related to Jedi Knights with their flashy special abilities and with Luke Skywalker being raised in a dusty outback of a planet before excelling as a Jedi Knight; a childhood that rang bells with Zane.
He was designated by the Wizard as Stan Marsh and also Truman Burbank. He remembers a dozen lifetimes, from the thousands of nightly vision dreams he started dreaming when he was but 7 years old. Now, for several years, he has been able to remember increasingly more and more from these dreams of his life in previous lifetimes. He remembered the various ways he died and some of the process after "death." He learned that the word 'death' is an impossibility for ‘the saved’, in reality.
Maddy no longer was in communication with any of her close family, except for her adult children. They all labeled him as not only "damaged goods," but also saw him as a deviant sinner who was definitely going to hell. It did not matter how he tried to explain the truth to the uninformed, their minds were made up of hate, the product of xenophobic animal fear.