Interlude. Part 2


Posted by Luthor on February 28, 2000 at 21:14:30:


Well, I know by from the feedback to part 1 that I have at least 3 readers. This time I'm hoping to up my score to 4 or 5. Not quite the following Sting or the Greatful Dead enjoy, but I've learned to take what I can get. Some of you may notice that I use the names of actual websites and the nicks of a few of the regulars in my story. This was done in the hope of adding a bit of realism, a sense of immediacy, to the narrative. I tried to portray everyone involved in a positive, even playful light, but if I have inadvertently caused embarrassment or discomfort to anyone, please accept my most profound appologies. Such was not my intention.

Another technical note: The last installment of my timeless epic was saved as a text file with line breaks. The Techno-Demons, foul, hateful creatures that they are, saw fit to materialize said document with a random assortment of odd paragraphs, many commencing rather inconveniently in the middle of a sentence. This time, I have cleverly saved the story as a text file WITHOUT line breaks. This will either rectify the problem, or turn my tale into one long, run-on sentence. If the latter happenstance occurs, please don't judge me too harshly. We cartoonists are a notoriously feeble-minded lot, a fact to which anyone who had had occasion to deal with us can attest. Something to do with all the lead in those pencils we've been using over the years, I suspect. At any rate, here, hopefully, is part 2 of my story.

By the was, although the tale appears to come to a rather conclusive end in this installment, I do have a part 3 in the works, if anyone is interested. Or should I just quit while I'm ahead?

Interlude
by
Luthor

Part 2

"Necrobabes?" the man mused, reading the bold lettering displayed on the computer screen. "Interesting name. Is that your secret meeting place?" He stood a few paces behind the naked woman as she sat at her desk, the long, shiny dagger resting comfortably in his right hand.

"It's one of them. The main one. Most of the other sites can be accessed from here," she explained, never taking her eyes from the monitor. "Some of the sister sites have chatrooms. That's where we get together. And on ICQ and IRC. It's a whole network, really. Quite sophisticated. Want me to show you?" Not waiting for an answer, the petite redhead began deftly punching addresses into her keyboard. "DarkBob's usually has some activity this time of night, although it's not as lively as it used to be." The location came up quickly, displaying a large advertising banner and an empty gray area just underneath. "It takes awhile for the Java to download," she said, waiting for the chatroom to appear. As the applets loaded, the woman turned in her chair to face her killer. "Do you do this with all your victims?" she asked.

"Do what?"

"Toy with us. Drag out the inevitable. If you're going to kill me, why not just get it over with?" her tone was even. Conversational. There was no fear in her soft voice, only a mild curiosity.

"Not usually. I like to get that part over with quickly, as a rule." The man shrugged. "You just have me... Curious."

The woman smiled an odd, knowing smile and turned back to her computer. "Here it comes," she murmured as the MultiCity chat window popped into view. She quickly typed her username into the space provided.

Angel.

"It's a nickname my old boyfriend gave me a couple of years ago," she blushed as she glanced back and saw the amused smile on the man's face. "He always said if I didn't get over my obsession with death, I'd become one sooner or later."

"A wise man."

"A jerk, but he drove a nice car."

"Is that why you two broke up? Your Death Fetish?" The man didn't know why he asked the question. He had never been interested in the personal lives of his other victims, aside from finding out enough about their habits and routines to set up his attacks, but this one was different somehow. Special. He felt drawn to her in an odd way. They were two of a kind, really. Kindred spirits. Living normal, respectable lives on the outside, yet harboring dark, forbidden secrets within.

"No, he was cool with that. He kind of got off on it, as a matter of fact." She grinned mischieviously as she spoke. "We used to act out little scenarios. Fantasies. Like he'd be a serial killer, and I'd be a high school Prom Queen on her way home from cheerleading practice. We used strawberry syrup for blood. It was a kick."

"So what happened?"

"Why did we break up? Same old story. He met someone with bigger boobs. You men are such children. Weren't any of you ever breastfed?" She sighed. "I can just see the two of them now, Roger and the Bimbo, reading about my death in the morning paper over breakfast. 'Poor girl,' they'll say. 'but it was bound to happen sooner or later. Pass the pancakes.' " She looked up expectantly. "I don't suppose you'd be interested in paying the Silicone Queen a visit, would you? After you finish with me?"

"Sorry," the man smiled. "I don't do requests."

The woman shrugged. "Oh well, it was just a thought." She turned back to her keyboard and punched Enter. DarkBob's chatroom sprang into view. "Oh good. Sandi and Kelli are here." The woman smiled. "And Treetop. Seems like he's always online. There's Lisa and TBK. One or two Newbies, too. Looks like a full house tonight." She glanced at the man hopefully. "Can I talk to them?"

He studied her for a moment or two, pondering her request. "Go ahead," he answered softly. "But watch what you say."

The woman turned eagerly back to the computer and began typing. Her words appeared instantly on the flickering monitor.

ANGEL: Hi guys.

SANDI: ((((((((((Angel)))))))))

KELLI: Hi Angel. Where ya been?

ANGEL: Don't ask. What's going on tonight? Have I missed anything juicy?

SANDI: You should have been here earlier, girlfriend! Panthergirl just demolished some clueless Newbie from Denmark or somewhere. The poor guy ran out of here like a scalded dog!

ANGEL: LOL. Sorry I missed it. I hope she didn't scare the unfortunate gentleman too badly. Panthergirl can be a bit intense sometimes.

SANDI: LMAO! Intense? Hell, she handed the guy his balls in a paper sack! It was beautiful!



"I thought you girls were usually the victims," the man said, stepping closer and reading the monitor over the woman's left shoulder.

"Usually, yes. Panthergirl is special. Her role play is more like a contest. You have to figure out some way to outsmart her, or she'll make sushi out of you. She has a deathwish, like all of us, but she's a competitor. She won't just lay back and let a guy do her. He has to prove he's worthy of the honor of taking her life. He has to win the game. As I said, we all have our little corner of the fetish."

"Interesting," he murmured. "Too bad we missed the performance."

She looked back at him expectantly, almost pleadingly. There was a strange light in her eyes he hadn't seen before. "Want us to do a scene for you?" she asked. Her voice had taken on a soft, husky tone.

"Why not?" the man chuckled. "It might prove... educational."

"At the very least," she grinned as she again returned to her keyboard.

ANGEL: Sandi. You and I haven't scened in awhile. How about a little role play for the Newbies? Just you and me.

SANDI: Sounds good to me, girlfriend. I'd love to shove a blade into that tight little belly of yours. Still into knives?

ANGEL: More like they're into me.

SANDI: LOL! Okay. Pick a setting.

ANGEL: How about I'm your best friend who's been secretly having a mad, passionate affair with your Lover. You become suspicious. Tonight you followed him to my apartment and watched through the window as we undressed and did the dirty deed right there on my living room sofa.

SANDI: You bitch!

ANGEL: You're fuming. Insane with rage and jealousy! You listen to us laugh about what a dimwitted fool you are. Your mind snaps. All you can think of is revenge! You wait until your man dresses and leaves, and then...

SANDI: .... I wait until you leave the room, then I slowly raise the window, being careful not to make a sound. I climb inside and look around for a weapon. I'm going to teach you what it means to betray me, you cunt! I pick up the large butcher knife I see lying on the kitchen table. The handle feels hot in my hand. I can hear the sounds of running water coming from the bathroom. I know you'll be out soon. My heart is pounding. I can feel the sweat trickling down my face. All I can see in front of me is the hateful image of you lying on the sofa, naked, fucking my man! You'll die tonight!

ANGEL: I enter the room. I'm wearing a sheer, pink, see-through camisole and a pair of fluffy white bunny slippers. I suddenly see you standing there, holding the knife. "Sandi! What are you doing here?" I ask nervously.

SANDI: I take a step forward, menacingly. "Didn't think I'd catch on, did you, bitch?" I growl. "I saw what you and Delbert did here tonight!" I raise the knife. "Now it's my turn to slip something long and hard into your pretty little body!" I lunge!

"Delbert?" the man winced.

The woman smiled, her eyes never leaving the screen. "Sandi has a sense of humor. That's one of the reasons I like her." Her cheeks were flushed, and tiny beads of perspiration had begun to form on her forehead. Her slender fingers fairly flew over the keyboard as the scene unfolded.



ANGEL: I scream, jumping out of the way of your attack. I can hear the knifeblade whoosh past my ear as you swing wildly, just missing my head! I run toward the kitchen, frantically trying to escape your murderous assault! "Sandi! NO!!"

SANDI: "You're not getting away from ME, bitch!" I shout as I grab the neckline of your camisole and pull you back into the room. The sheer fabric shreds in my fingers, and I can see your pale white tits pop into view. Those tits! I watched my man slobber over those big, fat tits of yours! "You COW!" I shriek. There they are!! Like two round, bulging eyes! Your hard, pink nipples staring at me! Laughing at me! I can't stand it! I swing the knife...

ANGEL: I scream as I feel the sharp blade cut into my breast, slicing my right nipple! "SANDI-IIII!!!!" Hot blood pours down my breasts on over my belly. I stagger backwards. Frantic to defend myself, I grab a large, heavy ashtray from the coffee table and swing it at your head!

The man could see the naked woman's pale fingers begin to tremble as they moved over the keyboard. Her breath had become ragged and her hips shifted uneasily in her chair.

SANDI: I duck under your swing and hear the ashtray whiz past my head. I smile. You're wide open! I gaze at your soft, naked belly for an instant. So pale. So vulnerable. This is the moment of truth! I tighten my grip on the handle of the knife and then, taking a deep breath, I stab!!

The woman moaned softly.

ANGEL: I feel an impact. I stagger backwards, fire raging in my belly. "S - Sandi..." I gasp as I stare in astonishment at the handle of the big, heavy butcher knife protruding from my stomach. "What .. did you.. DO?"

SANDI: "Nothing you didn't deserve, Bitch!" I sneer as I slowly withdraw the sharp steel from your gushing belly. Rich, red blood flows over my hand and onto the carpet as the blade exits your guts, making a soft, slurping sound. "I'm just doing a favor for my best friend, that's all. Old Needle-Dick Delbert couldn't possibly have satisfied a slut like you. You need something longer. Harder. Here girlfriend. Try THIS!" I giggle insanely as I shove the cold steel blade once again into your guts, just below your navel. Your soft flesh cuts like butter. I'm in you to the hilt! "THERE!" I shout, staring wildly into your dazed eyes. "I'll bet Del never fucked you as deep as THIS!"

The man studied the naked redhead in wonder. Her breath was coming in short, ragged gasps and sweat poured from her glistening body. Her face and upper torso had taken on a rosy pink hue, and her slender hips were grinding obscenely back and forth on the seat of her chair. He could hear the wet, sloppy sounds of her drooling sex as it rubbed against the rough fabric. His big cock swelled inside his pants.

Reaching down, he began to fondle her full, fleshy breast.

"Yessss!" she whispered as his heavy fingers closed over the quivering mound. He was standing directly behind her now, his muscular thighs touching the back of her chair. She groaned as he began to roughly knead her firm breastflesh, leaning her head back and resting it against his flat, hard stomach. "Oh God... Oh God..." she breathed as she reached out her trembling hands and once more began working her keyboard. She watched the monitor through glazed, half-closed eyes as her deathscene progressed to it's inevitable conclusion.

ANGEL: "Sandi.. PLEASE..." I moan as I reach down and grab your hand, trying to pull the knife out of my bleeding body. I can feel the hot bile from my ruptured intestines burning my insides. "It... hurts.."

SANDI: "You think THAT hurts?" I scream, jerking the knife from your soft belly. "How about THIS!" I stab you again. "And THIS!" And again. "And THIS!" And AGAIN! You stagger backwards. Your stomach begins to look like raw hamburger as I shove the huge knife in and out of your guts. Faster. Deeper. "How's that feel, slut? Want more? Sure you do! HERE!!" I stab upwards, skewering one of your fat tits. I'm drenched with your blood. I can feel the thick, heavy fluid soaking into my skin. I love it! Die! Die bitch!

The woman moaned deeply, writhing under the man's rough touch. She suddenly reached up and pulled his hand from her breast, urgently guiding it down her soft, trembling torso. "Please!" she begged. "Lower..." He leaned forward, resting his right elbow on the back of the chair as his left hand snaked sensually down the pretty redhead's firm young body. He knew what she wanted.

His hand moved lower. His fingers brushed her silky pubic mound.

She gasped.

Lower. He found her swollen clitoris.

She whimpered, grinding her downy mound against his palm.

Lower.

He parted the slick, hot lips of her drooling cunt, lingering maddeningly for a moment at the entrance to her womanhood. The pretty Kindergarten teacher groaned and spread her long, supple legs wide, begging for his touch.

"Please..." she rasped, her soft voice husky with desire. "Do it..."

And then he entered her.

He could feel her vaginal opening clutch desperately at his thick fingers as he shoved the first two digits of his left hand deep inside her body. God, she was wet! The heat of her arousal almost scalded his fingers as he began to rhythmically slide in and out of her weeping hole.

"Aaawwww!!" the panting woman groaned as he pumped her hot quim. "Yesssss!!!" Her back arched. She thrust her slender hips up to meet his assault, frantically urging the man's fingers deeper. "So goood... So GOOOOD..." She luxuriated in the wild, carnal sensations coursing through her ripe young body for a few breathless seconds, and then shakily reached out and once again began to type.

ANGEL: I stagger backwards, blood gushing from my shredded chest and belly. I can feel the gore rising in my throat as my punctured stomach begins to overflow, sending a thick, red torrent spewing from my nose and mouth. My knees feel weak. I have to sit down. Rest. So tired. No! There's something I have to do. Something important. What is it? Oh. I remember! I have to run. I have to escape! My mind is cloudy. Confused. I can't think. It's all happening so fast! I turn and try to make my way to the front door. Must get away. Must get help. I take a faltering step. Then another. What's wrong with my legs? Why can't I walk right? I feel the knife plunge into my back, just under my ribcage. The sensation feels strange. Surreal. That's right. Sandi is stabbing me. That's why I can't walk. Bitch Sandi. Never could take a joke. Killing me over fucking Delbert. What a cunt. I try to run, but the room suddenly looks funny. I blink my eyes and attempt to focus. Why am I on the floor? Must have tripped. Damn. Look at the carpet. I'll bet that stuff will stain. The landlord is going to be pissed. Fucking Sandi. She'll make me lose my cleaning deposit.

SANDI: I stand over you in triumph, watching you writhe and twitch on the floor. You're laying face down, blood gushing from your ruined body. It's all over but the dying. You're finished. No doctor in the world could save you. It's too late. Too much damage. I can take my time now. Enjoy myself. Smiling, I reach down and roll you over onto your back. I want to look into your dying eyes. Watch you as you bleed. See the expression on your pretty little face as your heart stops beating forever.

"Faster..." the woman hissed, opening her legs wide and leaning back harder against his stomach. Her face had a desperate, hungry look, her eyes ablaze with carnal fire. His hand literally pounded her tender cunt, his fingers plunging deeper and deeper into her hot, slobbering sex. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" she grunted as he slammed into her over and over again. "Fuck! Oh FUCK!" His right hand still held the long, shiny dagger she had given him, the sharp blade resting just next to her flushed face. Without warning, he began to gently slide the flat of the blade across her glistening cheek.

"Oh God.." she gasped as the cold steel touched her flesh. She closed her eyes, reveling in the danger, the intensity of the moment. He continued to tantalize her with the dagger, running the blade down her slender throat and over her heaving breasts. The woman quivered under his touch, thrusting her sweat-soaked body up to meet the deadly caress. She suddenly opened her glazed eyes and stared into his for what seemed an eternity, as if trying to read what was behind his intense stare. Then, her heart pounding and her body shaking, she once more turned to her computer screen.

ANGEL: I can feel my body dying around me. Such an odd sensation. I stare up at the ceiling in bewilderment. How could this happen? I was fine just a minute ago. This is all wrong. I'm not supposed to die. Other people die. Not me. That stupid Sandi. Such a drama queen. I should have run the second I saw her standing there. Locked myself in the bathroom. Screamed for help. That would have worked. So simple. Why didn't I think of it? Can I have a second chance? Like in school. A make-up test. Please. Somebody give me a second chance. I'll do it right this time, I promise. This isn't fair. Really. Not fair at all. God, I'm so tired.

SANDI: I smile wickedly as I watch your life's blood drain out onto the carpet. But I'm not finished with you yet. One more little task to perform, for my revenge to be complete. Kneeling astride your ruined body, I raise the knife one final time. "Thanks for having me over, Angel. It's been a fun evening, but I really must be on my way. Work in the morning, you know. Before I go, though, I've got a little something for you." I gaze joyously into your pretty blue eyes as I speak, drinking in your pain and suffering. "Watching you and Delbert fucking tonight was like a knife in my heart. I'd just like to return the favor. Nitey-nite, girlfriend." And with that I plunge the heavy steel blade deep into your chest, skewering your cold, cheating heart!

"Cut me!" The woman screamed as she writhed wildly in her chair. "Please! CUT me! NOW!"

The man hesitated for just an instant, then, placing the keen edge of the shiny blade on the swell of her right breast, he cut!

"Yeee-EEE!!!" the woman shrieked as her tender flesh parted under the dagger's wicked bite. The cut wasn't deep, but her heaving chest ran red with blood as the man dragged the deadly instrument across the top of her breast, all the while continuing to assault her sizzling fuckhole with his other hand. "Yes!! YES!!" the woman screamed, bucking and grinding in her chair. "More! Deeper! HURRY!" Tears streamed down her reddened cheeks as she frantically humped his pounding fingers. He moved to her other breast, this time tracing a diagonal line from her shoulder to the center of her chest. Deeper this time. He could see the fatty yellow globules of breast tissue bulging out from the center of the wound. "Oohh!! GOD!" she cried as the blade sliced into her soft, supple torso. "Again! PLEASE! DO IT AGAIN!!" Sweat poured down the man's heavy brow. God, this was insane! Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined such an encounter could take place! It was Savage! Barbaric! He was hard as a rock!

He placed the knife against the woman's distended right nipple.

She looked up at him with fear-glazed eyes, her face a mask of terror and lust. He waited for her to stop him, beg him not to do it. Not there. But the words never came. She just stared at him desperately, pleadingly.

He cut.

The woman's eyes rolled back in their sockets as the delicate flesh of her pretty pink nipple parted. Hot blood spurted out onto her desk and keyboard as the man deftly sliced the soft, rubbery organ into two separate halves, the knife cutting deep into her supple breastflesh. The woman shuddered. Her back arched, and her taught body lifted off the chair in a wild, uncontrollable spasm. Tiny strangling sounds came from her throat. She humped his plunging fingers. Once. Twice. Three times.

Then she screamed.

And it was over. The woman collapsed back onto her chair, sobbing. Her arms hung limp at her sides, and her naked, sweat-soaked body convulsed. The man pulled his fingers from her sopping cunt and stood gazing at her in wonder. Never had he had such an experience! It was wild! Elemental! It had stirred something deep within him. Something he hadn't known even existed! The dagger still rested in his right hand, next to the woman's shoulder. She reached up and gently wrapped her pale fingers around his, guiding them to her full, sensuous lips.

"Thank you," she whispered in a tiny, quivering voice as she reverently kissed his bloody hand. She gazed up at him lovingly for a few seconds, then, releasing him, she took a deep, ragged breath and turned to her computer screen one last time.

ANGEL: Thanks Sandi. You're the best. Gotta go now. I've got an appointment.

SANDI: See you later, girlfriend.

TBK: Great scene Angel. Later.

GUEST: Wow!

KELLI: Bye Angel. Luv ya.

The woman stared wistfully at the monitor for a long moment, then switched off her computer, not bothering to go through the usual shutdown sequence. She stood up on shaky legs and turned to face the man.

"I'm ready," she said simply.

He looked at her sadly. He wished there was some other way, some excuse not to kill her, but he was, as always, a practical man. She knew his secret. She could hurt him. It had to be done. He took a step forward, the already bloody knife gripped tightly in his hand.

"Can I ask a favor first?" she breathed, her voice quavering just slightly.

"What is it?" the man replied softly.

"Kiss me. Just once." She gazed at him pleadingly.

Their lips met tenderly. He held her in his arms like a lover. Gently. Reverently. He could taste the warm tang of her saliva as her lips parted to accept his probing tongue. Their embrace lingered, neither one wishing the moment to end. He could feel her slender fingers slide down the front of his trousers and lovingly caress his raging manhood. He groaned into her open mouth. God, she made him hot!

The woman suddenly stepped back, ending their embrace. There was a mischievous glint in her eye and a wicked smile on her pretty, tear-stained face. "I told you we girls like to turn the tables on occasion," she grinned. "You should have paid more attention."

In her right hand she held his small, snub-nosed .38.

"Damn!" The man cursed himself for his stupidity. What a fool he'd been! He should have put a bullet in her head when he'd had the chance! In all the excitement, he'd forgotten all about the gun tucked into the waistband of his trousers!

Obviously, she hadn't.

"So what now?" he growled, staring at her darkly. "You going to shoot me? It's not an easy thing to do, you know. To just kill someone in cold blood."

"Oh really?" she replied, raising the gun and taking dead-aim. "Lets see, shall we?" She smiled sweetly.

And then pulled the trigger.

To be continued (maybe)