Posted by Swi287 on September 11, 2001 at 05:33:37:
PREFACE
It started years ago. Mike was 14 years old, and Christine just 13. Mike would have killed her right away, since no other girl in the world had that fluffy ash-brown hair, tender white neck with a marble-like blue vein visible through her transluscent skin... No other girl in the world smelled that killing combination of flash and flowers. And no other girl ever denied his appeal.
But it looks like killing a 13-years old girl is against the Law. Let us respect that stupid Law!
They walked along a street, on a warm April evening, and she asked him to never call her again. She was that beautiful, like a movie star picture in a super magazine, and at least as distant. "What do you want from me?" - she asked as if she could not understand - "Sex? Look at yourself, stupid... I would do that with a guy like you only over my dead body..."
He answered her with a strange long look at her...
"Well... It is not the time yet..." - he said.
"It is hopeless for you!" - she said smiling. And repeated once again: "Only over my dead body"...
"OK." - he said with a bitter smile as she turned away. - "I will remember your words!"
FEW YEARS LATER
Mike returned into the town 8 years later. Christine had just divorced, and lived all alone in a small flat. The years made her killing cute - her hair was perfectly done, her stockings and a short dark-blue velvet dress were becoming her like the endless roaring sea becomes to a beach on a nice sunny day. It took one's breath away to try to imagine what is there, inside - under the dress where the long pretty legs join each other, or where two elastic velvet hills hide her bust from the itching world.
She was always too curious. She answered his phone call with evident friendliness and even interest. They met in the same old park as 8 years ago. She laughed to his jokes, she permitted him to buy her a Baileys in a bar under the ancient elms...
But when they were going out of the park under the blinking stars at the sky smelling of barbeque and smoke, he tried to put his hand on her warm tender shoulder - to hear "don't do that, let us stay just friends..."
Mike took his hand away. "Only over my dead body" - she added. Looks like these words were her favorite saying...
"Sorry" - he smiled - "I won't do that but over your dead body..."
"That is OK. Keep your hands under control!" - they parted near the light-blue door of her little house. - "You may call me again if you wish..." - she said, in a voice cold as Arctics itself, and vanished behind the closed door.
FEW HOURS LATER
Mike ordered a lot of strong spirits in a bar of his friend, and made everybody remember he was here all the evening long. Drinking. Actually, he did not drink a droplet of spirits. He was making himself a bullet-proof alibi. Hidden by the fog of sigar smoke, he silently vanished through a rear door from the bar. Nobody mentioned he was gone.
The light in her room was dimmed. He saw her sitting on a sofa, making her lashes up. She was still in black stockings, in a pretty short dressing gawn (she had those classic long legs, too perfect for a girl from earth, and for any specie on it to touch - that was what Mike thought to himself...), and there on the table Mike could see snow-white table cloth, wine glasses and dishes, - wow, she is waiting for some mortal to share her incredible flesh!
Mike knocked in the door. Christine jumped out from her chair, gracious as a wild cat, and hurried to open the door - "Wait a minute, dear!"
Mike took an elegant awl with a very thin, long and sharp sting out of his pocket. The sting made of super strong steel twinkled as a silent lightning in the dusk. The door opened, she stood there smiling and happy, ready to embrace the one who was expected. A terrible surprise stroke in her wide opened eyes as the sting entered her chest, and she started to understand that this is not WHO she was waiting for - Mike did not give her too much time to cry for help.
THE LONG EXPECTED DATE
He rushed forward and pushed her to the wall, closing the door behind. The awl trembled right under her left pretty hill as her heart still tried to pump her blood. She choked with her words left unsaid, opening her mouth trying to breathe: "As you asked, dear" - said Mike gently - "I will do that over your dead body..."
He supported her convulsing body with his right hand, the handle still trembled, still alive, still fighting for blood bringing fresh oxygen but every new effort was getting weaker... Suddenly, she told "I like it... To die is... such a pleasure... Kiss me!" - he pushed his lips against hers, but a very short blink before he touched her she suddenly turned completely limp, with an air of incredible languor on her face. When he kissed her, she was already gone away. Dead and quiet she looked celestial.
He carefully put her to the large bed in the bedroom, and posed her sitting on the edge of it to put the short dressing-gawn off. Her eyes stared into the ceiling, and he could not keep from kissing her neck, lifelessly bent back...
After the awl was out from the wound, Mike uncovered the dressing gawn. He saw young firm tits, smooth white skin. Under her left breast he saw a tiny droplet of blood that ran down through her moveless flat belly, to her black sexy panties. She smelled of some expencive parfums, clean fluffy hair and tender young skin so pleasant to touch. Mike kissed her tits, one after another...
After the gawn was away from her, and released her to fall back onto the pillows as broken elastic doll. Limp, limp, completely limp and obedient! "Over your dead body!" - whispered Mike, while undressing himself. He cleaned her belly from the trace of blood, slowly and carefully removed her sexy panties from her buttocks and magic secret place, covered with dark-red hair smelling of such incredible intimity (and it was a slow electrifying touch of her long classic legs through the thin stockings"... He lied down near her, and turned her limp beauty to face himself. He put her soft manicured warm fingers on his pennis, and bent her little fists around it...
BOYS INTERRUPTED
Then he rushed into kiss her lips, neck, shoulders - like a vampire, with mad crazy kisses, as if he was trying to extract the very essence of her dead being, then he lifted her corpse a bit up (into the sitting position), her fists slid down, limp and helpless, he was all inside of her smell and softness when somebody knocked into the entry door...
"The lover!!!" - Mike left the limp body drop back onto the bed, and got the awl out from his trousers on the floor - he turned off the light in the main room, and when the door was knocked at again he opened it fast and without looking for too long at the person outside thrusted into the left side of the person's chest two or three times... It was a blonde girl, a tall pretty blonde girl of 19-20 in a bright rose spring coat with a bouquet of roses in one hand and a bag with Champaigne and some little boxes in another one...
That was a much dirtier murder. The blood rushed through her mouth, as she fell down on her knees - Mike pulled her inside the room and closed the door... When he came back, she was dead on the floor with a wide open dead stare looking at him with a terrible surprise. Her face was turning very pale, and her chest at the left side was looking like a sieve... With twenty of thirty tiny holes in it.
Double murder isn't good. Even if both victims are mature adults, isn't it? This time though it was a self defense case, wasn't it?
There was a lot of blood on the carpet now. This murder cannot be hidden - but let Mike think about it a bit later, after he gets through with his old-old love Christie. Who promised him all her love over her dead body...
Mike returned to the bedroom, having left the nice blonde dead on the carpet. He embraced Christie as firmly as he only could, entered her magic place with his pennis and had the most shocking few fast minutes (or hours?) in his life... As he finished, she turned slightly cold already, and much more used to be dead (and she did not look as brightened up as before). Her lips lost their color, the eyes grew dim. However, it was the most beautiful girl in the world, even now...
To cheat the police, Mike put her dress-gawn back on limp Christie's body, and posed her near the entrance door with the awl in her arm, with that incredible languor and joy at her pale smiling face...
They killed each other. Christie had sex with a man, this agressive (there was an agressive surprise at her face, the frozen pain and suffering in her dead eyes) leisbian blonde lover attempted to hit Christie with the awl... Christie took it away from the agressor's hand and killed her with multiple hits to defend herself... And then killed herself. Relaxed and enjoying the painless death. The unknown man disappeared - since he had nothing more to do in the house.
TWO DAYS LATER
As the newspapers said next morning, Laura (the blonde) was trying to murder her lesbian lover with an awl... The lesbian lover named Christie, though looking very frail, killed the agressor in self-defense... Then she killed herself. The police has even dug to the reasons of the crime - Christie must have said she is through with the lesbian games, and she has had some sex with a man shortly before her death.
Mike was out of any danger. But he could never get quiet - he wanted that frail tender flesh again. The desire grew ever stronger - and he broke into the funeral house in the early morning right before the funerals were to happen. There was nobody in the big sad building but a clerk cleaning the hearse car. In the first coffin Mike saw Laura. With excellent makeup she was looking very attractive. Mike kissed her cold lips, and caressed her cold breast and belly and her arms crossed at her chest.
"I hope you liked it too, babe" - that was what Mike said to her.
Christie was in the next coffin. Completely naked. Very pale. Eyes closed and the lips showing no languor any more. It is so dull and bad to be dead for so long - and it is just a first step into eternity... Mike kissed her very cold lips. He kissed also her small frail shoulders, still smelling of parfums - and of the cold water. She was so very dead... Mike had another sex with her, heating her corpse a little with all his passion. Strange - there was again a trace of languor at her pale face with bluish pale lips half opened in a sad grimace...
Her body was a bit less obedient, but still elastic and flexible. After a long-long goodbye kiss Mike put her back into the coffin, and hid behind the heavy blinds of the funeral house... A mortitian arrived to the job. It was 8 am. The birds were singing through an open window, the sun rays fell onto the marble floor of the sadness place.
Mike watched as Christie was made her makeup, then came the hairdresser who did the little beautiful head look like a chef d'oeuvre, then the mortitian started to put Christie's stockings, panties and the dark-blue velvet dress onto her... Mike had a terrific errection, and could not wait until the mortitian leaves... It was 10 am. Soon the cadaver of the blonde will get exposed to her friends for last goodbye...
Finally, the mortician said to himself "wow, how pretty she is!" - and started to madly caress the moveless body of Christie with his dirty arms, kissing her magic place through the cloth of the dress and of panties... Damned pervert! Why did not he do that to the nude dead Christie? At last, he left the room and locked the door. Mike opened the coffin, took away the black veil - and now he saw a wonder that not a male in the world could ever miss. It was a dead angel, a sex-killer babe, a...
Mike pulled her panties down, lifted her dress, and made it again into her cold infinity... And then again. As somebody approached to the door, he climaxed for the third time, covered the dead body and closed the box... Finally, as the coffin with the unkissed blonde went away, Mike thought to himself that the one gone is also a very attractive partner. And he was sure she would agree, too...
TO BE CONTINUED, IF...