Posted by Moore on April 23, 2004 at 15:48:01:
Cindy returns to her room. Their room now, hers and Desire's. Cindy smiles as she remembers last night. The Domme likes her sub's pale creamy skin, her curly hair, and her laugh. Cindy recalls the taste of her lover's flesh and she blushes. She always wanted to take a love bite a little further and actually draw blood. Last night she had. Cindy really wants to bite Desire more, deeper, on her toes, her stomach, her lovely freckled breasts. She wondered if she should push the issue. Cindy knows she can reward her slave even greater as an incentive.
Cindy's train of thought is interrupted by a scratching sound. One of the disadvantages to living in a dorm is the constant background noise.
Cindy decides to talk with Desire about biting her more. So far, every time Cindy brings up a new kink, Desire might blush, but she never says no, nor uses the safety word. In fact, the more Cindy suggests, the happier Desire becomes. Cindy starts to wonder how to keep her slave from getting scars when the scratching distracts her again.
Angry and not shy about telling stupid people off, Cindy walks to the door. She flings it open. "What the fuck is going on out here?" she yells in her loud voice.
There is a guy she doesn't recognize in front of the open door. He has a pocketknife in his hand he is using to jimmy the lock, and a brightly wrapped box on the ground next to him topped with a large red bow.
The neighbors' stereo starts blasting Guns and Roses "Welcome to the Jungle," just after Cindy yells.
The man is startled by Cindy opening the door and the music. He thrusts the knife forward into her bellybutton.
"Oh, God," Cindy and Axle say at the same time.
Cindy doubles over, feeling like she has been punched in the stomach. She desperately tries to ignore the wetness she feels. The brunette staggers back. Cindy turns, and slowly walks to the perceived greater safety of her room. She tries to get the phone after the first moments of surprise fades and she can think again. The guy knocks her down from behind. Cindy's face hits the ugly brown carpet. Her stomach feels weird. The man straddles her, and grabs her hair. Cindy's yelps are swallowed by the throbbing music. The enraged man lifts her head. "She's mine, you dyke!" he yells furiously into her ear.
He looks hatefully into her eyes and cuts her throat.
Cindy feels the pain from this cut. She tries to scream, but can't. Her life's blood squirts out; some getting into her eye. Blood pulses and rhythmically squirts. Cindy's head is released, and hits the floor.
Cindy tries to get up, but her limbs won't obey her. "Mommie," she screams in her head. "I'm hurt. Help!"
Cindy decides to wait here until he leaves. She wants to live, to see Desire.
"I wish Desire... here," Cindy thinks brokenly as her life fades. "No, then she get hurt too."
"Somebody help me!" she futilely screams in her head. "Mommie! Daddy!"
She hears "...watch you bleed," distantly from the song. She thinks "Mommm...*" as she falls into darkness.
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Desire ran back to her room after class. She had ordered an "Eat me!" tee shirt at lunch time and wanted to tell her Mistress. Desire opened the slightly ajar door, and dropped to all fours. She noticed an odd smell as she nudged the door shut.
Desire turned and saw her Mistress face down on the floor. Blood was everywhere; sprayed on the walls, the bed, even the chairs. A large puddle soaked the ugly carpet around Cindy's head. Desire didn't want to believe what she saw. She shook her head no; her curly red hair swung back and forth. Then she screamed.
She crawled, sobbing, whimpering "no, no, no" over and over. The slave turned her Mistress over. Cindy's wound gaped in a horrible mockery of a smile. Cindy's face was either pale or splattered with blood. The hair on the left side of her head was soaked with red gore. Desire didn't accept Cindy was dead. She held her lover, cuddling her in her arms.
"Shh," she said soothingly. "It will be all right. Are you ready to start the scene?" Desire slipped off her shoes and brought her foot up to Cindy's limp head. "Here, Mistress, start at my toes. I'll let you bite them off if you just open your eyes. Open you eyes, Cindy!" she wailed, then burst into tears.
Desire's reason left her. She believed Cindy was only hurt, and started touching and rubbing her in an effort to comfort her. Desire kissed Cindy's unresponsive, cool lips, tasting the coppery blood. The red head put her lover's unmoving hand on her breast and held it tight to her. Desire put a leg between Cindy's and started rubbing, praying for some sign of life. The slave moved herself on her lover's leg, grinding her aching sex against her bloody jeans. "Tell me to cum, Mistress," Desire begged, moving hair stuck with blood off Cindy's face. "I need you to command me, own me, love me."
Desire rubbed her breasts against Cindy's and shut her eyes. The sub imagined her Mistress smiling and touching her. Desire humped her dead lover's leg harder, faster, wanting the pleasure to obliterate the pain. Desire came quickly, intensely, but the pleasure faded quickly.
Desire looked at Cindy. The Goddess of the Moon prayed to all the Gods and spirits she could think of. She offered to trade places with Cindy. A soul for a soul. "Take my life," Desire pleaded. "And restore hers." Desire kissed Cindy and tried to breathe her life-force, her very soul into her lover.
The air escaped wetly from Cindy's mutilated throat.
Desire screamed again. She screamed out all her joy, all her happiness until nothing good was left. Without thinking she picked up the scissors on the desk. She straddled her lover and put the scissors to the center of her own chest. "If I can't be with you in this life," she said, blinded by pain, "Then I will be with you in the next."
Desire fell forward. The handle of the scissors hit Cindy's breast, driving the point into the descending Desire. The blades of the scissors are meant to cut paper, not penetrate bone. Desire was cut slightly, but the blades did not push past her ribs.
The scissors twisted away without doing more harm when Desire fell onto Cindy's corpse. All Desire knew is that her chest hurt, and she hoped she would join Cindy soon. She put her head on her Mistress and waited to rejoin her.
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Campus security arrived before she discovered her mistake and killed herself properly. The officers had to drag Desire off Cindy. Desire screamed in rage at being separated from her love. The security guards restrained her when they saw the scissors. She was held at the campus security office. She didn't make a phone call. The college administrators called her parents. Desire' stepfather refused to be inconvenienced by coming to see her.
Campus security turned her over to the police, and she spent the night in the county jail after being interrogated. The police had her on a suicide watch. Desire didn't eat or drink. She just hugged herself and cried until her tears ran out.
Desire was released in the morning, much to her surprise. One of the kind police officers alluded to a security tape that showed the guilty subject. A counselor from the college drove Desire back to campus. The counselor made it clear nobody wanted their school to be known as a haven for necrophiliac lesbians, suicidal or not. The Goddess of the Moon's college experience was over. Desire was given a few days to pack her things, and promised a full refund of her tuition.
Desire knew she was a fool to try to kill herself. Her quick temper, her Irish passion had been redirected from suicide to revenge. Why die alone? Desire was going to bring Cindy's murderess down with her. Desire knew in her heart who the murdering bitch was that killed Cindy, and swore a dark oath to get her no matter what.