D&D: FHW: Accept Death and become an undead slave.
From Create Your Own Story
The skull devours you, literally. You die in a whirlwind of brutal pain and hellish ecstasy as Death's magic keep you "alive" even as the black ooze shreds your pussy, only to reassemble it.
You wake up in a haze. All over your naked flesh you see scars where Death violation had been harshest, though as a side effect, you don't remember much of it. Deep cuts and stitches crisscross over your breasts, and as you reach down, you can feel that your ass is now a gaping whole. Your vagina remains somewhat the same, but you can feel the change in texture where it was stitched back together, either by death or by your Mistress.
The necromancer, you realize you can't help be feel loyalty toward her even though you hate her for turning you into a mutilated pile of flesh. You can no longer shudder physically, but you still don't like the idea of being treated like a piece of meat, though you have no doubt that's what is in store for you for the rest of your undead life.
"Rise." A deep voice commands you. You look around the dark sewer passage that you were dropped off in. Behind you, the flesh golem stands. It's still missing an arm from when you were alive, but if it recognizes you, it shows no sign of it. You reply to it:
