Posted by blue.beard on September 06, 2007 at 21:24:04:
In Reply to: A Fork at the End of the Road posted by blue.beard on September 06, 2007 at 21:15:28:
Fork One…
When the bath started to cool, she rose, drained the tub and dried herself. The water in the pot was hot; she therefore turned off the hot plate so that it wouldn't burn. She brushed her hair and tied it back in a ponytail. The tail reached the middle of her back. She considered dressing but realized that any clothes would only have to come off again, and not worth the effort. She opened her medicine cabinet, retrieved and swallowed her last five sleeping pills. They would not take effect for about fifteen minutes.
Going back to the tub, she slipped her head through the loop in the scarf and turned to watch herself in the mirror. She reached back and pulled her hair out of the loop. The scarf was not tight; there was about one inch of play. She smiled at herself in the mirror, her heartbeat was fast.
My body doesn’t want to die, she thought. All I have to do is go to bed and sleep off the pills.
She ran her hands over her body, It does bring me pleasure, she thought, but a hundred years from now, what would be the difference? I only have to stand here until the pills work, or bend my knees, and it will all be over.
She bent her knees experimentally, and felt the scarf constrict her windpipe. She straightened up quickly.
Of course it’s going to hurt, she thought, by now her heart was racing. She smiled at herself in the mirror, took a couple of deep breaths, crossed her arms under her breasts, and moved as if sitting down. As the scarf took up her weight, she kicked her feet straight out and crossed her ankles. She hung there for several seconds, and then raised her arms for balance as she tried to get her legs back under her. As she lost consciousness, her arms dropped and her legs splayed out on the floor. One foot was flat with her leg bent, and the other was still straight as if she was indeed sitting with her legs out. As she hung there, her rib cage expanded and contracted as her lungs tried to fill with air. After a couple of minutes, her arms and legs began to twitch as she went into convulsions. Urine ran down her legs as her sphincters relaxed. Soon, the only movement in the bathroom was the dripping of her urine, and that quickly ceased.
The stillness intensified. Everything in the apartment lying or hanging there for its owner’s use appeared to realize that they no longer had an owner and became double still. The air seemed to thicken.
As the scarf impressed a permanent mark around her neck, her body lengthened about an inch as the spine relaxed. Her belly rounded slightly due to the weight of her internal organs no longer supported by her muscles. After about an hour her skin was cool to the touch, and she began to turn pale as the blood settled. Her hands, feet, earlobes, the bottoms of her breasts, and a line above the constriction of the scarf began to turn a reddish purple as the blood ran to the lowest points.
About an hour later, there was a knock on the door. After about a minute, her boyfriend tried the knob and walked in. Sensing the stillness, he called out. Upon hearing no answer, he stepped into the living room; everything seemed to be in order. The kitchen and bedroom also appeared OK. The bathroom door was closed, and he saw the eviction notice taped there. When he approached the body, it was cold and had no pulse. He sat down on the toilet and contemplated her body.
Why didn't you tell me? He thought, we could have gone together. He reached out and caressed her body; she was so pale, and so beautiful. Feeling the dried urine on her legs, he reached for a washcloth and turned on the hot water. When the water remained cold, he noticed the pot; the water was still slightly warm. After washing and drying her legs, he went into the bedroom.
The electric blanket was still warm. Stripping the bed down to the sheets, he went back into the bathroom, slipped her head out of the scarf, and carried her to the bed. She seemed heavier than the other times he had carried her, she was totally relaxed and did not cooperate with his actions. He laid her gently on her back, spread her hair above her head, and took off his clothes. As he lay down next to her, he placed his hand on her stomach; it was cool, but not yet cold. He gently touched the mark on her neck and realized that she did not suffer long.
He picked up her arm and wiggled it. He watched waves course down her body like on the surface of a pond. He spread her arms above her head, and reached down to caress her breasts. The nipples, of course, did not rise to his touch. He bent over to kiss her. Her lips did not resist, but her mouth would not open until his tongue pushed its way between her teeth. It then spread all the way as gravity found the weight of her jaw. Her mouth was dry, so he wet it with his saliva. As he sucked her tongue into his mouth, he pressed his body against hers. He gave a slight shiver as he tasted the onion in her last meal.
When his lips wandered down her body to her breasts, her mouth stayed open. His hand widened her legs while he sucked on her nipples. He slipped his fingers between her legs and found she was dry, but he could feel that there was still warmth inside her body. As his mouth traveled down her body to her pubic hair, he could still smell her scent mingled with the urine.
As he spread her legs and lifted her hips, he realized that she was now nothing but meat. After lubricating her with his mouth, he climbed over her body and slowly inserted himself. When he was completely inside, he sank against her and could feel the contrast between the warmth of her inner body and the cold wet points of her nipples against his chest.
He reached down and moved her legs around his own, and placed her arms around his neck. He could feel the cool limp meat of her calves resting on his own. As he started to move, her legs slipped off, her feet were already icy.
When he lifted his head, her arms fell to the side. Her eyes were still open. He reached up and touched her eyeball, there was no response. It sunk in finally that she was there purely for his pleasure. He dug his arms under her and his movements became coarser. As he moved, he could feel membranes inside her tearing to accommodate him. When he came, he hugged her so tight that he heard a rib crack...
Withdrawing, he lay by her and continued caressing her as he reviewed the mechanics of death. Even dead, she was the best lay he had ever had. He closed her eyes and mouth and noticed that her jaw and neck muscles were starting to stiffen. Rigor mortis would last about a day, and she would then regain her delicious limpness. If it stayed this cool, visible decay should not set in for about three days. Plenty of time.
As he lay there, he considered his options. He thought about taking her back to his place, but there was too much risk of being discovered with the body.
After all, he thought, nobody knows what happened here, and we have four more days.
He gazed at her fondly, and once more reached out and caressed her body. The red marks were disappearing as the blood was now settling to her back. He bent over to kiss her, but her lips were now stiff and would not admit his tongue. He pressed his body against hers, then backed off and turned her over. Her entire back from her neck to her feet was turning a reddish purple, except for around her shoulder blades, her bottom, and the backs of her calves and heels. These were the areas taking up her weight, he realized, and the pressure kept the blood out. The mark of the scarf turned up at the back of her neck where the loop had reached for the shower curtain pole. He ran his hands down her back, feeling her ribs.
She never did carry an extra ounce of fat, he thought.
He moved his hands down to her bottom; it was a pearly white with a yellowish tinge. The muscles were still limp. He moved his hand between the cheeks; her asshole only gave a slight resistance and then opened to his fingers. When he removed his hand, the hole remained open.
He separated her legs with his knees, and inserted himself into her back entrance. As he started moving, he forced his hands underneath and cupped her breasts. When he came, he bit her on the shoulder, which was starting to get stiff. She did not respond.
After regaining his breath, he got up and turned her over. He arranged her arms, legs and hips as if she was welcoming him and covered her with a sheet. He then washed himself with cold water, made sure the front door was locked, and, covering himself with the electric blanket, went to sleep.
When he got up in the morning, she was cold and stiff. After brushing his teeth with her toothbrush, he made love to her again. She was hard to manipulate, being so rigid, but he imagined that she was in the throes of an ultimate orgasm.
While covering her again with the sheet, he noticed that her fingers and toes were wrinkling as they started to dry out. After dressing, he found her purse, took her money and keys and went out.
Eating a good breakfast at a restaurant, he lingered over his coffee and contemplated the people around him. Observing several families with screaming children, he wondered why anyone in their right mind would want to enslave themselves for over twenty years feeding and raising these brats. After they grow up and move out, the parents would be lucky if they saw them twice a year. A young couple in the corner were staring in each others' eyes. He reflected on how a couple of small glands could so control a person's actions that they would soon fall into the trap of becoming parents and starting a new cycle. Considering an old man in patched clothes sitting at the counter and staring into space, he thought that that man had probably lived three or four times his own span. The elder had probably outlived his friends and lovers, and was now cut out of the herd. Ignored by everybody, including his own children, he ends up here.
Of course, he mused, I am also controlled by my glands. What a wonderful case of misprogramming that 1 am planning, leaving a tip, he left.
Going to a knife store, he bought a dagger with a ten inch double edged blade that tapered from one inch wide at the pommel straight to a point. It was honed razor sharp.
He stopped at his place for a shower, a change of clothes, his electric coffeepot, a bottle of Novocain he had lifted from a doctor's office, two tapes about suicide, and a book he wanted to finish. On the way back to her apartment, he picked up a two day supply of microwaveable frozen dinners.
When he got back, he locked the door, threw the key behind the sofa, put away the groceries, put the knife, needle and Novocain on the bedside table, and pulled back the sheet to check on her condition.
As he uncovered her, a couple of flies escaped from under the sheet. She was almost a pure white, only her tan giving a slight yellowish tinge to her complexion.
How beautiful you look, he thought. He caressed her, her skin felt slightly dry, and cold. He covered her up again and went into the living room to finish his book.
That evening, he turned on the heater in the bedroom, making sure it did not point directly at the bed. He then made himself dinner, and sat down to watch one of his tapes.
Later that night, he went into the bedroom, and took off his clothes. Removing her sheet, he began to inspect her from her feet to her head. Her toes and fingers had started to darken in color as they dried out. The rest of her was still pale as marble. When he lifted her ankle, her whole body moved as if he was lifting a statue. He caressed her calves and thighs, the muscles were still hard. He knew that they would start to soften by morning, and that she would regain her delicious limpness by tomorrow evening. When he reached her hips, he saw that her asshole was still open, and that her cunt was dry. He used his tongue to moisten her, and continued upward. As he kissed her navel, he observed that her belly was still rigid. When he reached her breasts, he found that they were somewhat firmer, due to the fat in them congealing. Her nipples were growing harder as the skin dried. He spent some time caressing and sucking her breasts, and continued upward. When he was fully over her, he entered her with his now turgid cock. Her body was now as cold inside as it was outside. As he moved inside her, he could feel her cold nipples digging into his chest.
After a few moments, he lifted up on his elbows, remaining inside her, and grabbed his knife. Placing the point between her fourth and fifth ribs, he stabbed her in the heart. After piercing the skin, the knife continued inward with little resistance. There was, of course, no blood.
Now I know how much pressure it takes, he thought.
Removing the knife, he carefully licked it clean, and replaced it on the bed stand. After coming, he kissed her wound, her nipples, and her stiff lips. Covering her with the sheet, he then wrapped himself in the electric blanket and went to sleep.
The next morning, after breakfast, he removed the sheet, and started to rub some body oil into her skin. Starting at her head, he worked down, covering every inch. He massaged the oil from her face to her neck, to her shoulders, down her arms, back to her body, and finally her legs and feet. He observed that the rigor mortis was finally passing, and that she was now relaxing and regaining her limpness. Her belly was slightly rounded and there was just the start of a greenish stain on her lower abdomen as decay was becoming evident.
Finishing the front, he turned her over. Except for the pressure areas, her entire back side was now a dark reddish purple from the settled blood. Starting at the back of her neck, he repeated the pattern, oiling her skin. By the time he was done, he had a tremendous erection, which he eased by again using her ass. When he was finished, he arose, leaving her face down and uncovered, and went into the living room. He spent the rest of the morning watching his tapes on the TV.
After lunch, he spread the electric blanket over his half of the bed, shooed the flies off of her, rolled her over on the blanket, and continued pulling the blanket across her half. As he covered the sheet where she had lain, he noticed that fluid had leaked from the wound on her chest. He lay down next to her and rolled towards her. He could feel her cold breasts pressing against his chest, and her cold thighs against his leg as he kissed her. Once again, her mouth fell open as he pushed his tongue between her teeth and moistened her mouth. He sucked her cold tongue into his mouth as he brought his other leg over and separated her thighs with his knees. He moved his mouth down to her neck, and traced the hanging mark from one ear to the other. Moving further down, he caressed her breasts, and noticed that the nipples were partially erect from the body fluids that had drained down while she lay on her stomach. He licked her knife wound, and attempted to stick his tongue in it, but her ribs prevented his going very deep. When he reached her left breast, he sucked on her nipple as hard as he could then proceeded to bite it off. He continued to suck at her breast as he chewed and swallowed the nipple. He reversed himself as he continued down her body. He noticed as he tongued her navel that there was definite swelling due to gases forming in her gut. Her entire lower belly was now stained a light green. When he reached her vagina, he could feel his distended cock rubbing against her face. Reaching down, he moved her tongue out of the way so that he could insert himself into her mouth. He pushed himself all the way in until he could feel her nose separating his balls, and her lower teeth scraping his pubic hair. His hand on her neck could feel himself moving in her throat.
Returning his attention to her dry cunt, he moistened it with his saliva, sticking his tongue as far as he could reach. The odor from her asshole was growing stronger as decay set in. Removing himself from her mouth, he again reversed himself as he entered her cunt. He pressed himself against her cold body, and came within minutes. For the first time, he fell asleep with her in his arms.
When he awoke, he tenderly kissed her, turned on the heater, and went into the living room. He again scanned his two tapes while eating dinner. He had some satisfaction in knowing that he did not have to wash the dishes. When finished, he went into the bedroom and turned on the electric blanket. He then injected himself with the Novocain between the fourth and fifth ribs. At this stage, he wasn’t worried about an overdose, and used most of the bottle. While waiting for it to take effect, he went to her desk, and wrote a note explaining that she had hung herself and that he, also, did not choose to live. He taped this to the bathroom door under the eviction notice. Going through her drawers, he found a piece of red ribbon, which he took to bed with him.
Lying down on the bed, he realized that the warm blanket would greatly increase the rate of decay in his body, and that he would probably catch up to her by tomorrow. Spreading her legs, he carefully inserted the knife in her asshole. Removing it, he placed it on the bedside table without wiping it off. The bacteria from her gut would hasten his own decay. For a final time, he used his tongue to moisten and lubricate her mouth and vagina. He tied the ribbon around the base of his penis so that he would not lose his erection after death.
He then rolled over, taking her with him so that she was laying face down on top of him. He spread her legs on either side of his body so that her knees were at his waist. Her back was warm from the blanket, but her breasts and belly were still cold. It takes time to warm up that much meat. Lifting her hips, he managed to insert himself into her cunt. She was still cold inside. Raising his knees, he lifted her to a sitting position, leaning against his legs, still inside her. Her head lolled back against his knees as he looked at her for the last time. Her white skin was beginning to resemble marble as the veins turned reddish brown from the bacteria invading her circulatory system. The bottom of her belly was now a dark green. The edges of the wounds on her chest were hardening as the skin dried. Pressing his hands just above her pubic hair, he squeezed the remaining urine from her body. He felt the cold liquid bathing his crotch, an odor of ammonia filled the air.
He gently lowered her body so that she was again lying atop him, with her head on his chest. Her mouth had opened and her tongue was out and touching his skin. He arranged her hair along her back, and reached for the knife.
He placed the knife in her hand and wrapped his hand around hers to guide it. Placing the knife into position, he felt no pain for the Novocain was working. When he reached the heart, it hurt like hell, but the deed was done. He could feel the knife moving as the heart muscle continued to beat. Steeling himself, he wriggled the knife until the heart finally ceased to beat. When he died, his hand relaxed down to the bed. Her hand, however, remained around the knife.