Death Did We Part (Short Story)


Posted by Ripper X on July 10, 2003 at 21:15:50:

Howdy Gentle readers! Today I'm going to stink this message board up with some terrible porn by yours truly, but take it easy on me. Actually this piece is really really old, in fact this is one of my very first attempts at writing. In my opinion it isn't half bad, but it isn't half good either. Zero Plot, zero storyline, and a main character that is a total fucking weasel . . . hmmmm that phrase pretty much summed up my life as well. Welp off to kill myself, but hears a story for you to read. As you can tell if I'm miserable then I make sure that EVERYBODY is miserable. Hey, what can I say, I'm just a family kind of guy.

Enjoy!
-RIP


Death Did We Part

by Ripper_X


Your wife told you that she is tired of looking at those porno mags? So I suppose that your just going to through them away? Let me ask you something first. Have you ever noticed that some of the things that we keep around us have special meanings in our lives? You still have those magazines up in your closet collecting dust. But to you they mean so much more. I bet that you can tell me exactly how old you were when you bought them. The fear that you had that your mother would find them and throw them out. You can probably remember reading them late at night. And now your wife wants to pitch them? I would tell her hell no. They have to mean something to you, or you would have thrown them all out years ago.

Hey, you don't have to tell me. You and I have been friends for a long time. I understand. I know exactly how you feel, to have treasures around the house that really aren't worth a dime, but to you . . . to you, they are all worth a life time of memories.

Take this necklace for instance, it has a story of it's own.

We have been friends for a long time, and I am trusting you to never tell a soul okay.

Well, you know that I was a burglar when I was young. I could pick any lock. I could pick a house clean in a matter of minutes. Fuck man, I could still tell you if the ring on some lady's finger is glass or not. I did it for years, until I was twenty-six. That's when I got caught. It wasn't by the police though, but by a girl who lived in the house that I was looking at. That's where this necklace comes in.

Let me start from the beginning. It was the summer of ninety-two. I was scoping out this house, and it was a big one! I mean this family was loaded with more then they knew what to do with. There were just three of them living in this huge house. The father was a doctor, and his wife, was a fucking lawyer for god's sake. They had one kid, a daughter. She was really cute. She had long blonde hair, and killer legs. She was the kind of girl that you want to be seen with, you know?

She was probably about seventeen and on summer vacation. Her folks would leave every day at eight o'clock, and they wouldn't get home until around six. She spent most of the day alone in the house until noon, then she goes outside and roller skates down the block. I don't know where she went, but she was usually gone for about an hour.

I watched them for about two weeks when I finally decided to make my move. It was a cloudy day and it looked a lot like rain. I wasn't sure if the daughter would leave or not, but at noon I watched her come outside and sit on the curb wearing a really nice bikini that did a good job of showing off her flawless little body. She put on her roller skates and I stared at her tight little butt as she skated down the block and disappeared around the corner.

I looked around to make sure that the neighborhood was still nice and quiet. All of the adults were away at work, and the kids were all inside playing video games or spaced out watching the tv, thank God for the nineties, huh.

I drove my car to the front of the house and grabbed my bag. I quickly ran up to the door, I suspected that the girl never locked the house, so I just opened it right up and vanished inside.

Once I got in I was just amazed! You should have seen it, they had so many nice things. I grabbed a nice painting from the living room. It was an original, man! I could resell it for about twenty-five thousand, easily!

I went up stairs and looked through her parents belongings. I found some really nice jewelry in a safe behind a still life painting of a bowl of peaches. Then I found her room. I took some time to look around for a while. There was a picture of her in a cheerleading outfit on her desk next to a stack of poems, I can't remember them anymore, but they were really good though. I opened up her drawers to see if she had any jewelry. I found this necklace in with her underwear. It was just a silver heart on a chain with a pink gem imbedded within it, probably only worth about fifty bucks. I really couldn't tell you why I took it at the time, but now I know that I wanted to remember that day, I wanted to remember her.

I was just about ready to go when I saw their bathroom. It was huge! It had a shower room. Not the little shower stalls like in our homes, but a real shower room, like in highschool. It had two large sinks, and a closet bigger then your living room.

No. I wasn't looking to take anything from here. My bag was already full. I was just awestruck by the size of it.

That was when I heard the door slam shut downstairs. I looked outside the window in the bathroom to see the rain crashing down in torrents. I had fucked up. I should've been out of there before she got home. I should have paid more attention to my surroundings, and less on my obsession with the girl. I thought about running away, but it wasn't too late to get away with it yet. I heard her coming up the steps so I dodged into the bathroom closet.

It was a safe place to hide for a little while. The door was made of shutters so nobody could see me, but I could still see out. I listened to her in the next room. She was in her room opening and closing her drawers and her closet.

I probably could have left then, but I had a feeling that I was going to get a free show. I was right of course, she came in wearing her bikini that was wet from being in the rain. She walked in and set her dry clothes neatly down on the toilet.

I watched her reach behind and untie her top, which she hung up on the sink. Her breasts were nice, still young and perky. Her nipples were hard from the cold rain water touching them. This was the closest that I had ever seen her before. That was when I noticed how cute she really was. She had beautiful blue eyes, and her body was flawless, even as close as I was to her. You could tell that she spent a lot of time taking care of herself.

She pushed her thong off and I could see that she was a true blond. Her pubic hair wasn't as blond as her head, but very similar. She kept it nice and trimmed so that she would look good in her bikini.

She looked at herself in the mirror for a little bit. Her hands on her hips as she turned from left to right looking at her tummy. She smiled as she ran her hand over her smooth stomach. I noticed that she was just a bit chunkier in the cheerleading outfit. She must have put herself on a diet and was happy with what she saw.

After a few seconds of admiring herself in the mirror, and showing her beautiful body off to me, she picked her thong up off of the floor and draped it next to her top on the sink.

God, I was going nuts. She was like a piece of candy.

I guess that it was then that I knew that I was going to kill her. I didn't hate her, I just watched as she breathed, I stared at her legs as the muscle tightened and relaxed with each step that she took. I know that I was being selfish, but I didn't care. She taunted me with each step. I couldn't help but stare as her bottom gracefully swaying as she walked to the shower room, her young and undamaged skin still tight around strong, well-defined muscles. I could not help but to feast my eyes upon her delicate bone structure, her supple breasts, and that youthful gleam in her eye . . . I wanted that gleam, and I would take that from her. I would steal her life away. I knew that I could not help myself.

She stepped into the shower and turned on the water, gasping as the first pulse of cold water hit her warm flesh. Soon though, it got as hot as she liked it and began to steam. She picked up the bar of soap and lathered up her hands. I watched her rubbing the lather onto her pretty body, she cleaned her feet and long legs, her tight ass, her beautiful pussy, totally unaware that she was cleaning her skin for the last time, and completely oblivious that she was doing so for me.

I thought about sparing her. I thought about just taking flight and running away from the house. I had stolen a lot from them already. I could have been just as happy with that. But to be perfectly honest with you, at that moment I could give a shit about the money.

I watched her wash her hair, and I waited until she finished. She shut off the water and grabbed a towel that was hung on the other side of the shower wall. She gracefully walked out of the shower drying her arms and stomach. I sat for a few more minutes as I watched her dry herself off and hang the towel back up on the bar that she had gotten it from.

That was when I made my move. As quickly as I could, I opened the closet and seized her before she could even scream. I put one hand around her nose and mouth and the other I hugged her naked body tightly against me. It was the first time that I had ever touched her. My flesh tingled as I could feel her soft flesh in my arms. I had wanted this so badly. And now I had it.

She tried as hard as she could to scream, but I held her mouth so that she couldn't even get any air, nevertheless try to scream. Her hands tried to pull mine away, but I was too strong for her. I felt her try to thrust and kick her way out, but she couldn't. Her head shook wildly, and she started to buck. I could feel her fear.

Soon she got weaker and weaker until she finally blacked out. She wasn't dead, just knocked out. I laid her down and watched her tummy lazily rise and fall as I caught my breath. I pulled a piece of rope from my back pocket, flipped her over onto her stomach and tied her arms behind her back. With that done, I gave her a little slap on the ass and watched it juggle for a while, until she started to moan. I took off my cloths before she fully regained consciousness.

She freaked out, but she didn't go nuts. She panicked for a few seconds, writhing and trying to get free. Her voice was shaky as she started hollering about God, asking me who I was, and why I was doing this to her. I didn't give her any answers though. At the time, I really didn't know why.

I just walked over to the sink, plugged it up and turned the water on full blast. She knew then exactly what I was planning on doing to her.

"Oh, please." She begged beautifully, "My parents are rich. They will give you anything that you want, anything. Just don't hurt me."

I picked her off of the floor, and stood her up. She tried to run, but I just grabbed her and pulled her close to me, enjoying the feeling of my naked body rubbing against hers. That's when she started to cry. I could feel her pitiful sobbing.

"If you let me go, I promise that I won't tell." She cried pitifully, slowly shaking her head back and forth. She must have seemed really pitiful, yet strangely enough her pleading only seemed to turn me on even more. My cock grew hard and began to rub against the back of her lovely leg.

"Do you want to fuck me?" She asked feeling my penis rubbing against her "Is that it. I will let you fuck me. I won't fight you, I promise."

"What if I want you to fight?" I whispered in her ear.

She looked like she would be a really good fighter. The very thought of each muscle of our bodies fighting simultaneously with each other, as if we were dancers in a play. She tried to get away, and I did everything that was within my power to stop that from happening.

"What do you want from me?" She cried, not understanding my logic, "Why are you doing this? Why did you pick me?"

"Why me?"

I walked her over to the sink and shut off the water. She almost fell down as her knees gave away underneath, but I quickly caught her and held her upright.

"Please don't kill me." She begged as I bent her over the water. She yelped as I stuck my cock up into her ass. She screamed as I forced my dick further up inside of her.

I gradually forced her pretty face closer to the water, while I slowly fucked her, savoring her wonderful body.

She didn't struggle. She just shook her head and pleaded until her head hit the water, then the scramble for life was on, and did she fight hard! I pushed her face deep into the sink. My dick fucking her abusively as it swayed back and forth, not gracefully as before, but violently. She was trying anything to escape from me. Her survival depending on it so intensely, but she was helpless.

Her body pulsed with life. I could feel her anus tightening around my cock so hard that if it were any more constricted, I could feel her pulse. Her ass was clamped down on my penis so hard that it felt as if I were but a cow that was milked by her.

She had held her breath for a long time, considering. And to tell you honestly, I think that she had an orgasm before I did. I believe that is what finally killed her. I felt her young body tense up, and then her anus began to quiver. Her whole body shuddered with ecstacy spiked with fear. Yet as she had her orgasm, she had to gasp from the rapture. Her lungs that screamed for air quickly filled with water. I noticed her body try to flush the water out. With each cough she tried harder and harder to get away from me, until finally she stopped . . . this time forever. She had choked about eight times before she drowned.

I eased her down to the tiled floor, and ran my hand over her smooth clean flesh. I untied her arms and carried her corpse into her bedroom. I made love to her lifeless body on her own bed. I kissed her dead throat as I entered her still wet pussy, it was a little too tight but it felt good. She must have been a virgin yet.

I lightly licked her slightly parted lips, and sucked on her tasty tongue. My hands explored her perfect body. It didn't take long for me to cum again. It just took the thought of her, not twenty minutes ago, roller skating down the street. Everyone who saw her was forced to stare. Married or unmarried. In divorce or in love, they could not help but gaze at her body. But it was I who had watched her in life, as she took her last shower and it is I who remembered every plea, and every whimper that escaped her luscious lips. And it was I who had killed her. It was I who had ended the life that everyone wanted. I was her killer, and her lover at the same time.

I could feel her lifeless legs lifting limply with each thrust. I had killed her. And now I was fucking her dead body. I had cum so hard that it hurt! I clutched her so tightly that I accidently broke her back. Every ounce of semen that was in me squeezed out in rhythm with my heart and flooded into her lifeless, wet pussy.

When I was finished, I could only collapse on top of her, my balls throbbing, my dick slowly shriveling from the most ultimate orgasm that I had ever experienced in my life. I was so tired that my heartbeat shook my entire body. It took me a few minutes to get the strength to pull myself out of her and get my bag.

I unpacked everything and put it back to where I had found it.

I couldn't just leave her body there, she was filled with my cum. Lucky for me, she was just small enough to fit into my empty sack. She was kind of heavy, but I managed.

I looked at her poems again and wrote a letter in her handwriting, telling her parents that she was to attend a party that night, and would not be home until tomorrow. That gave me some time to dispose of her without every cop in the city looking for me, but I also learned her name. It was Kimberly Potts.

That night I took her body down to the cemetery, and after finding a fresh and open grave that was set up for a funeral in the morning, I dug down about three feet deeper, making a nice small grave for her that I knew would never be disturbed.

I crawled out and gathered her into my arms for the last time. I kissed her cold lips long and hard before finally setting her down into the grave.

You should have seen her, she looked so comfortable, and at peace. I didn't want to bury her, I wanted to keep her, yet I knew that I couldn't. In heartbreak, I watched her disappear as I covered her up with dirt.

The next day I attended the funeral. They were burying some old guy who had a heart attack. I didn't cry for him. I cried for her. She had made me very happy. It was she that made me want to calm down.

Soon after, I met Ann and in two years I married her. I have never forgotten Kimberly though, and today, as you can see, I have retained every little detail about that day.

I keep her necklace with me always, no matter how many times that Ann tries to get me to throw it out, I always keep it close by.

So you see, this little necklace, which isn't worth but fifty bucks, is worth so much more to me because it represents an important event in my life. It represents the life that I took. Every time I look into this little pink gem I always think the same thing, and I remember my little corpse. My first lover, and my life long companion, even after death we did part.