Posted by PK on October 26, 2001 at 17:20:01:
"There's always been Ethel. Me, I'm just a lawnmower."
"This isn't helping," Carol complained.
"Don't worry about it. Up on the table, please. Knees and elbows, rump up." Carol complied.
Amanda relented. "What I mean is, I don't have any neat and tidy cliched rationalisations to
explain why I do what I do, or how I feel about it and why," she explained. "Any more than
anybody else does. The only difference is that what I do is a little more eccentric than most
people's habits. Music of a different drummer and all that." She lubricated the tip of the spit
with olive oil. "People expect me to be able to explain myself, when they wouldn't ask the
same questions of themselves because they class themselves as 'normal'. Most 'outsiders',
as it were, tend to adopt a philosophy of sorts, usually as a member of a minority cultural
subgroup, to explain themselves to others, or to themselves. You know, Goths, people who
think they're vampires?"
"Satanists, TV agents?" Carol was startled to realise she was beginning to understand what
Amanda was saying. She must be really stoned.
"Something like that," Amanda acknowledged. "The rationales of most social subgroups are
at least as bogus as those of the masses. Total bollocks, no more or less than Original Sin or
Marxism, but it helps them feel they belong to something. Just like the rest of society, but in
the minority mode with the dash of defensiveness and paranoia that adds. Not that it's all that
paranoid, they're really persecuted to the extent that the society they're in allows."
"Whereas you...?"
"Do what I do without the rationalisations. That's all. I play by my own rules, within the law
because that's less trouble than breaking it." Amanda inserted the tip of the spit into Carol's
vagina. "Not too cold, I hope?"
Carol felt the pole slide in easily. Maybe I should have fucked her, she thought. When did I
miss that boat? Not that it would have made any difference. "No, it's fine," she said. Did I just
say that? Well, I've been fucked doggy fashion before. And I'm definitely fucked now. She
tried to suppress a giggle and snorted.
The film crew were transfixed, almost as much as Carol was. Every male present was
experiencing a disturbance in the trousers that caused a certain amount of shifting around to
relieve the pressure.
"This is going to be a classic," the producer enthused. "Cutting edge." It was an unfortunate
choice of words.
"She's supposed to be good with knives," one of the techs muttered. "Really good."
"Wonder if she's going to gut her first?" another voice contributed with ghoulish relish.
"I can't make out what they're saying."
The audiovisual techs got into a brief spat about that. What came out of it was: "We had to
put the pickups in the trees. Good field of view, but at that distance, with the breeze in the
leaves...."
"Should have miked the table."
"I suppose.."
"Well, look, it's been nice talking," Amanda said. But if the spit's set right....?"
"Seems to be going the right way," Carol said. It was in, very well in. She clenched around it,
involuntarily. Amanda pulled it back slightly to adjust the alignment and she gasped. "Oh..."
She wiggled her buttocks a bit, and heard Amanda give a hint of a chuckle.
"I don't believe it. She's fucking her with the pole. This is dynamite."
Amanda played Carol like a violin, or a fish on a line. When the girl was panting and thrusting
back hard she went on, "But of course, when it gets to your throat, you know, all the way
through?"
"Yes...."
"Bit of a conversation stopper, of course.."
"Yes...."
"Head up, please. Don't want to shove it through your brain....messy, and no more fun for
you.."
Carol arched her back and inhaled deeply through her nose.
"Excellent. Here we go, then...any last requests?"
Carol tried to remember her plan. No go. "Tickle my feet," she gasped.
"Difficult right now..."
"When you tie them up.."
"Gotcha. Brace yourself."
Carol thrust back as Amanda thrust in. She writhed and bucked a little as she felt the spit
slide through her. That's some hardwood, she thought. She lowered her head to see Amanda
between her legs.
"Carol...!?"
She put her head back up and gagged as the point broke through. Okay, now I'm officially
dead. Might as well enjoy the rest of the party...she relaxed. Should hurt more, she wanted to
tell Amanda but she'd never speak again, so forget that.