Posted by Sawney Beane on September 24, 2006 at 21:56:15:
The Collected Works of Sawney Beane: Volume #73
ONENESS
by Sawney Beane
4 November, 4 December 1999
2,363 words
DISTRIBUTION NOTICE and DISCLAIMER: Sawney Beane requests that any distribution of this work of fiction remain within the realm of social responsibility. This story is suitable neither for minors nor for the seeming majority of adults who have difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality. It is pure fantasy, which means that, for whatever reason, someone has found it interesting to think about the events depicted herein. It does not in any way mean that the author would like to see this fantasy become reality, so if you are the type of person who might be swayed into doing something irrational by reading a work of fiction, the author respectfully requests that you decline to read further.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sawney Beane, originally a native of Edinburgh, lived for twenty-five years in a cave on the coast of County Galloway, subsisting on the flesh of unfortunate travellers, roughly a thousand of them all told. He and his wife raised a large family of eight sons, six daughters, eighteen grandsons, and fourteen granddaughters. Eventually, the family was captured, and the whole lot was brutally and unjustifiably tortured and executed without trial. Since his death in the early 17th century, Beane has reformed his ways and now confines his atrocities to his literary endeavours.
WARNING: This story contains scenes of semi-consensual snuff with gynophagic intent. If you find such things offensive, please steer clear; you have been warned.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is a story that expresses some things that appeal to me, but its execution is not as good as I might have hoped. It is about a girl on the verge of taking part in a ceremony wherein a community takes very seriously the slogan "You are what you eat." But mostly it is about how she feels at the moment of death and in the minutes leading up to it.
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"Do you know what awaits you behind that door?" he said in a soft soothing voice. They sat together both nude in the whirlpool bath, she almost flat on her back and he gently running his fingertips around her nipples in an almost unconscious motion. His every word and motion calculated to reassure and support her, making her realize that he had been a good choice as guide.
"I think so," she replied in a barely audible whisper. A faint shudder passed through her body, a combination of fear, anticipation, and nervousness.
"Do you want to go over it again?"
"No!" She immediately regretted how emphatic she sounded in the stillness of the small room.
He quickly soothed her back to her previous tranquil mood. "I'm sure you'll do fine."
"Yes, I think I will." She closed her dark emotional eyes and tried to imagine her unimaginable future.
"I have confidence in you," he said silkily. "It really is a very great honour for you."
"Yes." She didn't know if she sounded sincere or not. She didn't even know if she was sincere or not. It was difficult for her to understand how she was feeling. She wasn't in a position one comes to often in life, but she knew John would help her through and that everything would be fine.
When she had arrived at the facility five short days earlier, she had been terrified, but that feeling had gradually, with John's help, slid into uncertain acceptance. It was on the one hand a great loss, a loss of everything she was. But on the other hand, John had helped her to realize the greatness of what she was about to become. It was the transformation itself that worried her.
After all, she had come willingly to the facility. She had not been obligated to respond to the invitation. But that had never really seemed a viable option to her. Growing up all her life with everyone believing in the ultimate glory of what she had been invited to do had made it impossible for her to turn down the opportunity lightly. How could she live out her life forever wondering if she had made the right decision? That at least would not be a problem for her.
"I think we had better get you ready."
"All right." She smiled slightly, a bit self consciously, as he led her gently out of the bath.
He spoke gently to her as he dried her off and tenderly combed her long blonde hair. She felt every inch of her body with a strange intensity. She wondered if the other girls felt the same way she did.
He offered her a robe, but she declined, thinking it useless to bother getting dressed now. John was busily tying her hair into a ponytail. It was odd to feel her hair pulled back so tightly, and she trembled as the long bundle of wet hair brushed against her naked back. Her bare neck felt vulnerable and exposed.
"It won't be long now," he said to her as if that was reassuring. Perhaps it was. He was finished preparing her, and all that remained was for her to await the signal to go out on stage and meet the crowd. She felt purer and cleaner than at any other time in her twenty-three year life.
They sat together on the edge of the bath. He had one arm around her shoulders, very lovingly. His other hand rubbed gently across the tops of her silky smooth thighs. She spread her legs ever so slightly, and he picked up on the subtle signal, allowing his hand to brush closer and closer to her most private regions.
She reflected on how good her choice had been. Upon arrival at the facility, she and the other four girls had been presented with a choice. Fifteen men and three women, all of them exceedingly attractive, had been waiting nude in the reception hall, and each of the girls had been asked to choose one of these people to serve as her guide through the final days of her life. Cindy had been immediately attracted to John because of his muscular body and dark golden brown skin and soft black hair. But it was his tender smile that truly won her over. Some of the others had seemed pandering, but John's smile had been as sincere as it was beautiful. When she had talked to him for two minutes, her decision had been made.
It had been an excellent choice. They had been together almost constantly over the last five days, and he had known exactly what she needed all the time, whether it was a kind word of encouragement, a detailed explanation of what she would be required to do, or even the best sex of her life. By the end, he had made everything seem rational and beautiful. She felt that she would be capable of everything that would soon be required of her.
Right now, her biggest concern was the upcoming separation from her guide and lover, which was so close to happening now. A small light above the door to their room lit up with a sudden redness that seemed to contain within it everything that Cindy dreaded.
John stood up and announced, "That's it, my love; it's time for us to go."
Cindy allowed herself to be led through the door, but her mind wasn't in it. She was coasting, and she knew that was all she would have to do from here on out. In a way it was pleasant being led; too much thought at this point could have been tragic for her.
Behind the door was a small hallway with other doors, which were each opening to allow a nude couple to emerge. John and Cindy followed the four other girls and their guides down the short hall to a space between two huge theatrical curtains. The guides positioned their charges in a row and kissed each a tender farewell and disappeared to the edge of the stage.
Cindy waited in the line of girls. She held hands with the one to her right and the closest of the three to her left. She could hear the announcer speaking on the other side of the large red curtain in front of her, but she couldn't make out his words. There was music as well, and every once in a while she could hear a crowd responding to the announcer's words. She could sense the tenseness in the girls around her, which was comforting in a way, since it meant that she was not the only terrified one.
The three minutes the five girls stood there awaiting their cue seemed like an hour or more, but suddenly an especially large cheer hinted that the moment of truth was at hand. The curtain began to rise, first very slowly but with increasing speed, and Cindy and the others found themselves blinking in the glare of the spotlights, as the crowd of several hundred people applauded them appreciatively.
Cindy did not feel ashamed of her nakedness, but her fear did not subside. She was able to suppress her feelings, however, and felt as if she were drifting on an unstoppable wave of events.
The five girls walked forward as if they were one body, and stopped a few feet from the edge of the stage. Cindy didn't know how they knew when to move forward because it hadn't been a conscious effort on her part, yet she had been able to keep up with the others with unusual ease. The announcer was still speaking, and Cindy knew he was speaking about her and the other girls but could not force herself to pay attention to his individual words.
He was speaking of sacrifice and about how wonderful it was that everyone present wanted to become one with the girls on stage. What an honour it was for the people gathered there to want to take the girls into their own bodies, he said. Cindy couldn't understand it, especially now that her mind seemed in a fog. All she knew was that the ceremony had been taking place for as long as she could imagine and that all of the best and brightest and most prominent citizens of her community never missed their chance to be a part of it.
Then the line of five girls came together in a circle and drew closer and closer to each other, until they were pressing tightly against one another. Cindy didn't know how it was accomplished, because, although they had practiced it, she and the others seemed not to be consciously directing their bodies. This was the part of the ceremony where the girls symbolically became one with each other. This ensured that later on anyone who became one with one of them would become one with all of them.
Cindy felt her breasts press against those of the four other girls, and she felt the trembling in their hearts. She felt their nervousness, and it eased her own. She felt herself let go of her fear, and she embraced the complete detachment, which she needed to survive the ceremony.
Then the girls resumed their line, and the audience made one of their own. The audience came onstage and examined the girls closely, each one touching, peering at, and even kissing the bodies of the five girls. John had told her all about this. He had said they would want to touch her before her end and that they needed to do that to know how real she was. She had been instructed to allow them to do anything they wanted to, as long as it didn't cause her pain, in which case she was allowed to push them away.
But that wasn't happening. Instead, she felt the sea of hands as a soothing massage, and she closed her eyes and moaned slightly as it washed over her. Of course, this response delighted the audience members, and they paid more and more attention to her. Cindy thought of John who she knew was watching her from the wings and wondered what her guide must be thinking of her performance.
When she finally opened her eyes, the audience was back at the safe distance expected of an audience, and she found herself missing their touch. But the ceremony was moving forward with full speed. Five young men were mounting the stage, and she could see by their behaviour that they were winners of some sort. They seemed exultant in their duties, for which she knew they had been selected before she had arrived.
Each of the young men picked a girl, and Cindy found herself face to face with a college-aged boy with a slightly cynical smile. Like all the others, he was well dressed in a business suit and tie. She shivered as she felt his eyes stare into her body like daggers. She knew he saw her not as the woman she thought she was but as something completely different, but the time for worrying about such things was past, so she waited without emotion.
Each man carried a small blade, a specially designed scalpel that the event organizers had provided him with, and each man knew how to use it. The men waited for the signal from the announcer and then, as the audience cheered, they took their women in an unusual embrace. Her man's left hand supported Cindy's lower back and pressed her chest against his, while his right held the scalpel ready for its horrible duty. Cindy, obedient to her training, tilted her head back and exposed her bare neck to his pleasure. It would not be long now.
The announcer said something else, and Cindy felt a slight sting in her neck and then heard the tinkle of the small discarded blade falling on the ground. Then she felt the man's lips on her neck and felt his hot breath as blood gushed from her severed artery into his waiting mouth. He did not seem to worry about his clothing, and Cindy knew that her blood on his tie would make him wear it with more pride than ever.
Cindy began to feel lightheaded as the man took his vampiric drink. He did not have to suck on her, not yet. Her blood flowed freely enough, and she knew that there were other men and women lining up behind her executioner so that when he had had as much as he could drink of her, they would continue until she was as pale as the sheets on her bed.
Death was coming quickly for her, but Cindy could not feel any more fear or revulsion. She knew that they would soon take her body off to be roasted for a feast in which everyone present would greedily devour her entire being. And they would become one with her as they so desired. She could not bring herself to have any strong feelings about this event. Her only thought was that once she was dead, she would no longer have to worry about fulfilling her role. Death, it seemed, was much less stressful than life, and maybe it was a great thing to be able to be a part of the lives of so many people. Maybe it was worth giving up her small life so that she could become something so much more wonderful. She would become a whole community of people.
Her mind was very light and insubstantial as the man disengaged his lips from her neck, and she felt as if she was falling momentarily until she was taken in another arm, a softer arm, a woman's arm, and soft lips sucked on the blood which came from her neck now in a trickle. She wanted to open her eyes, but didn't feel as if she could.
It was time for her life to end, but she felt at peace. She was to become a part of many people, and she felt happy for them. She wished them well, as her consciousness faded into nothingness.