The Journey Complete - Phallus Symbol #5


Posted by Rache on July 05, 2001 at 01:45:36:

(f/f,knife,cons,suicide)
The Journey Complete - Phallus Symbol #5
by Rachael


"Hello?"

"Um...Hi...Is this...Is this the Suicide hotline?"

"Why yes, of course it is. Can I help you?"

Rachael listened to the voice on the other end of the phone, a woman's voice. Mature, but not old. Good, she thought. "Uh, well." Undecided still about her real intentions, Rachael took a deep breath. "I think...I think I'm going to kill myself."

"Oh, well can we talk a little first? Can you tell me your name?"

"My name?" Rachael paused and there was a moment of silence before she decided it was okay. "My name is Rachael. Rache."

"Hi Rache, my name is Margaret, but you can call me Maggie if you want. All my friends do."

"Okay, um, Maggie."

"We are friends right Rache?"

"Yes...I guess so, I don't know." Rachael didn't have many friends. She wondered if the woman she was speaking to was really her friend or just pretending like everyone else.

"Rachael, I need to ask you something, okay?"

"Okay, I guess."

"Rache, have you hurt yourself tonight? Have you taken any pills or medicines?"

Rachael didn't answer right away, she tried to think, to remember. "No, I took a pill this morning, but not tonight. I haven't...I didn't hurt myself yet."

"Good. Now what pill was that you took this morning Rache?"

"It was lithium, it's...it's ok I'm supposed to take it."

"Okay Rache. Have you talked to anyone else tonight? Your family, friends? Or maybe your doctor? Are you alone right now?"

"No... I mean, yes I'm alone...My dad isn't home...I don't have anybody else to talk to." Rachael's voice wavered slightly, a small quiver as several emotions rushed through her, all of them conflicting.

"How old are you Rache?"

"I'm 18...18 now."

"Good, thank you Rachael. I'm 37, that's not too old to be friends is it? No, of course not."

"No," Rachael echoed, "of course not."

"Rache, what do you think you might do tonight?"

"I...I don't know."

"Well Rache, you called me and I want to help you. Can you tell me why you decided to call?"

Rachael didn't say anything for a moment. She didn't know why she'd called, maybe to fulfill an obligation to her father? She'd tried to reach him at his hotel, but he wasn't there. She couldn't just leave him without saying goodbye.

"Rache? Are you there honey?"

"Yes...Yes, I am. I don't know why I called."

"Okay Rachael, that's fine. Can you tell me what you're thinking about tonight?"

Rachael took a deep breath. "I...I have a knife. I think...I mean, I want to...Do things with it. Kill myself with it."

"I understand Rachael, everybody feels that way sometimes."

"I know...Yes, I know that..But...but not like me."

"Can you explain it to me Rachael? Can you tell me how you feel, so I can understand too?"

"I...uh...maybe, I don't know."

"Try Rache, okay? We're friends now, just keep talking to me and it will all come out by itself, I promise you."

"Uh, okay...Maggie...I like...I like to, uh...Touch myself and think about...Dying."

"Touch yourself how Rache, I'm not sure I understand."

"Uh, you know..." Rachael's hand went between her legs subconsciously, rubbing lightly across her exposed sex. "I like to touch there...Between my...between my legs."

"Okay Rachael, that's okay, nothing to be ashamed of."

Rachael didn't say anything. She felt her fingers massaging her gently and she stared at the long straight, razor-sharp blade of the carving knife on the bed beside her.

"Rache, are you touching yourself now?"

"Ummm...yes...a little." Rachael confessed, a small pang of guilt and embarrassment running through her voice.

"What are you wearing Rache?"

"Huh...uh, what?"

"Can you tell me what you're wearing Rachael?"

"I...I'm wearing a nightgown, uh...a white one." Rachael didn't understand why Maggie needed to know what she was wearing and it showed in her voice.

"I just want to know you a little better Rache, I'm interested in you. Can you tell me where you are? Are you in the kitchen, or..."

"No...No, I'm in...I'm in my dad's room. His bedroom."

"I see. Where is your dad Rachael?"

"He's gone. Gone on business...he...He travels a lot and...And I like to sleep here when he's gone." Her voice had all the qualities of a little girl's and she'd said it only quietly.

"You miss your dad don't you Rachael?"

"yes."

"It's okay Rachael. All little girls miss their fathers when they're alone. I do too, even now sometimes."

"Really? You don't...Don't think it's...Bad?"

"No, not at all Rache. Do you like touching yourself in your father's bed, Rache?"

"I...Yes...I don't...I mean I..." Rachael was clearly flustered by the question. she hadn't expected it and the answer didn't really surprise her. She had always enjoyed sleeping in her father's room when he was away. And she had always had....Dreams. The best kinds of dreams had come in his bed.

"I understand, Rachael, believe me. Tell me, what do you think of when you're alone in daddy's bed, Rache?"

I...I don't..."

'Rachael, I only wan to help you. That's what friends do. Can you tell me what you like to do? How you like to touch yourself?

"I...I think about dying...About...I have a knife and I..." Rachael's voice trailed off into silence.

Do you have your knife now, Rachael?"

"Yes, yes I have it."

"Will you do something for me Rache?" Will you trust me?"

"I...I think so....yes."

"Good. Pick up the knife Rachael, hold it in your hands and describe it for me."

Rachael held the knife in her hand, turning it this way and that as if really seeing it for the first time. "It...It's long, very long and the handle is wood."

"The blade Rachael, tell me about the blade."

"Um...ok...it's silver....very smooth and the point is very, uh sharp. Rachael touched the point of the knife to her bare thigh feeling how easily it pierced her flesh, leaving a small red pinprick. It made her all the more exciting, familiar feelings coming back.

"Does it have one edge Rache? Or two? Is it serrated like a steak knife? Or is it like a razor?"

"It's...smooth, but only....just one side. One edge."

"Good Rachael, very good. Are you touching yourself? Are you touching you vagina with it?

he suggestion was all Rachael needed and she brought the blade between her pale thighs, touching the broad flatness of one side to her sex. "Yes...I...I am touching it now."

"Nice Rachael, turn the knife so that the dull edge is between your lips. Don't hurt yourself, just slide the dull side of the knife back and forth."

Rachael did as she was told, twisting the knife so the non-edged side of the blade was sliding along her slit. She began working the blade back and forth, watching as the twin folds of her labia creased and folded along the cool stainless steel. She gasped and closed her eyes momentarily, lost in another place.

"It feels nice, doesn't it Rachael? It feels so good, trust me Maggie knows what you like doesn't she?"

Rachael sighed out a long "yeeeesssss...." and sawed the dull steel in long slow strokes across her tingling clit.

"Are you wet Rachael? can you see your wetness on the blade?"

"Ohhhhh....yess...oh," Rachael looked down and could see that the shiny silver was coated by her excitement. "Yessss....I...I'm wet now"

"Are your nipples hard Rachael? Feel them, touch your breasts for me and tell me how they feel."

Rachael trapped the phone between her shoulder and her ear, tilting her head to keep it in place. She brought her free hand up, under her nightgown to feel the burning hardness of her nipples. She pulled one, twisting it savagely so she could feel a small flash of pain.

"Rachael? Tell me honey, are your nipples hard?"

"Mmmmmmm...yesss....they are...hard...so hot."

"Do you have a speaker phone Rachael?"

"Uhhh...ye...yes...it has a speaker."

"Good, I want you to use it okay? Because I want you to have your hands free so you can do some things for me, okay?"

Rachael pushed the 'speaker' button and replaced the handset. Okay...uh, okay Maggie."

"Thank you Rachael, this will be much better for you. Can you take off your nightie sweetheart? I want you to be very comfortable, okay?"

"Yes....yes, okay." Rachael reluctantly put the knife down and pulled her nightgown over her head. She was already missing the cool touch of the knife and she quickly picked it back up, bringing it to her lips and kissing it softly.

"Good Rache, very good. Now take the knife sweetie, and turn it so that you can use the handle. I want you to use the handle in your pussy, do you understand?"

"Yes....yes...I think so." Rachael took the knife in her hand and held the blade between her palms, her hands pressed together as if in prayer. She slowly worked the odd shaped wooden handle across her wet sex and then gently between her swollen labia. It penetrated her slowly and it was wonderful she thought. Rachael's sex seemed to mold itself around this strange invasion, gripping and releasing it as the girl moved it slowly in and out. Rachael gasped loudly as the hardness entered her fully, into her vagina proper and she felt the first small orgasm beginning to grow inside her.

"Are you doing it Rache?"

"Ohhhhh......Ohhhh...yes, yes I ....I am doing it."

"it feels nice doesn't it. Work it for me Rache, move it in and out for me...I want you to feel nice for Maggie."

Rachael did as she was told, moaning and crying out as her body shook with her first orgasm. The wonderfully odd shape touched her in places she had never felt before and Rachael stared at the long sharp edge of the blade, held safely in her hands as she slowly masturbated.

"How does it feel Rache? tell me, is it good for you?"

"Ohhh...Oh yesssss....So good...So nice Maggie."

"Touch your breasts Rachael, touch your breasts and tell me how it feels."

Rachael gripped the blade in one hand, keeping the handle moving gently inside her. She began playing with her small, firm breasts, squeezing them alternately and rubbing her thumb across the hard dark nipples. Rachael's eyes were closed and she felt a second small orgasm flooding through her, she was moaning loudly, digging her fingernails into the tender flesh of her breasts. She shoved with the blade harder and faster, working the smooth wood deeper and twisting it so that it would touch every secret part inside her burning sex.

"Yes, cum for me Rachael...Feel it inside you."

Rachael moaned loudly, gasping and breathing hard as riot of pleasure engulfed her. But not entirely, the need remained, inside begging for more and greater release.

"Rache? Are you okay honey?"

"Ohhh...yesss....I...I'm okay....Yessss."

"You want more don't you? You want to turn the knife around Rache, take it, take the handle out....You know what you need Rachael, tell me."

"Ohhh, yes...Please!" Rachael moaned loudly again, able only to express her pleasure and desperation in a series of gasps and ragged breaths. She pulled the handle from her fiery wetness, gripping the slick handle in her fist and pointing the sharp beautiful point at the center of her need.

Do it Rache, there on your daddy's bed....You want it, don't you? You need to have it inside you, hurting you, pleasing you...Do it, do it now!"

Rachael slowly pushed the tip between her tender folds, feeling it warm from her hands, entering smoothly her vagina and sliding a gentle 8 inches deep into her womb. She gasped as the sudden pleasure of being suddenly impaled filled her. The knife was sharp enough she didn't feel the thin deep cut as it parted the soft pink flesh of her sex. The point pierced her vagina completely, creating a new, painful entrance to her ovary. The quick, brilliant flash of pain forced Rachael to cry out in an angry mix of pleasure and pain. Her hand flew to her breast, digging into the skin as another orgasm coursed through her wounded body.

"Fuck yourself Rache, do it...Fuck the knife for me! tell me, do you feel it? Does it burn for you Rache? Is it everything you need?"

"Aaaahhhh.....Yesssss....Oh! God!" Rachael was screaming as tears filled her eyes and her body shook as she began moving the knife back and forth. Her hips rolled, lifting her butt of the blood stained bed as she stabbed herself repeatedly. Her life was pouring out of her, mixed with her orgasm but Rachael did not notice, her eyes were tightly shut, tears of pain and pleasure, indistinguishable ran down her flushed cheeks.

"Rachael, it's time...Do you here me Rache? Now, use the knife. Put it under your left breast, just the tip touch it...Hold it there....Under your breast Rache."

Rachael could barely understand what she was being told, nothing was real except the knife buried in her bloody shredded womb. That and the pain/pleasure of another orgasm ripping through her body, her thighs clamping around the steel blade, tightening and releasing, killing her with ecstasy. But somewhere in her mind she was able to hear her friends voice and with it urging her on she released the knife from its bloody sheath. her tortured body shuddered and her breathing was weak, labored. With every beat of her heart a little more of her life was soaking into the bed beneath her.

"Your breast, Rache...Put the point underneath, use both hands Rachael, give yourself to your need...For me honey. And for your daddy, do it....Push it in Rachael!"

Rachael's heartbeat was pounding in her head, beneath the rushing sound of life slipping away. She knew what she needed. She knew what she had always wanted, her body was growing cold, but still the pleasure remained, like a furnace giving her the strength to do one last thing. The pain was magnificent, she reveled in it, embraced it. She placed the terrible point just below her left breast, grasping the handle with both hands. The moment it pricked her skin another orgasm blinded her, defining her need with a sudden clarity that everything in her life had led to this moment.

A far away voice was urging her on, to push the knife in and meet her death. But she no longer needed the voice, her own deep desire spoke loud enough, shouting as if a storm had swept through her soul. She slammed the blade into her chest, her fists making a loud thud as they hit her chest. her final orgasm burst upon her with infinite pain.

"Oooooohhh" A weak moan escaped, high pitched and barely heard as the wind was suddenly and completely knocked out of her. The knife passed through Rachael's chest plate as if it wasn't there, severing her heart and continuing through a full 11" so that the point emerged from her back in a sudden stain of crimson. A few seconds later the last rays of light faded from Rachael's eyes, her orgasm forgotten in death, her journy complete.

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Maggie hung up the phone just as Robert stepped out of the shower, a damp towel wrapped around his waist.

"Who was on the phone, honey?"

"Oh, it was a wrong number." Maggie moved closer and pressed her flushed body against his. "Nobody important. Maggie kissed Robert hard, opening her mouth for his tongue. She slid her hand underneath the towel to grasp his hardening manhood. "Take me to bed lover, I need it bad tonight!"

"Oh you are a bad girl!" Robert said with a grin, wondering only briefly where this sudden burst of passion had come from.


the end
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