Posted by Rache on July 10, 2001 at 22:47:58:
(f/m,strangulation,non-cons,possession)
Death Takes A Honeymoon
Fiction by Rache
The Black Widow stalks her prey slowly, carefully...Waiting for the perfect moment to strike. She wraps him in subtle silken thread, bound by exquisite knots of oriental complexity. Helplessly, hopelessly screaming, filling the black void with that sweetest of music. She bares her fangs with...
"Penny for your thoughts."
"What?" Rachael looked suddenly at Robert. "I'm sorry. I was thinking....?" What was she thinking about? A little chill moved up her spine and she shivered. She shrugged it off with a nervous little laugh. Three days before the big one, the day she'd waited all her life for.
"Not having second thoughts, are you?" Robert reached across the table to hold his fiancée's hand.
"No, of course not! Just..." Just what? Pre-nuptial jitters? Must be, Rachael told herself, just nerves.
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Rachael dressed in white. Her white silk wedding dress spread around her on the bed. Her legs spread, exposing a glimpse of pale thigh above her stockings. Robert watching her, speaking loving sounds she cannot hear. Rachael's fingers beckoning, calling him closer to kneel between her, bending to kiss her as he presses his body against her, against her...Knife! Stabbing deeply into his body, spilling hot blood in a brilliant crimson spray across her breasts, her arms and legs. She pulls his mouth to hers, holding him, breathing the sweet taste of his muffled screams...
"Ahhhh!!!" Rachael sat up in her bed, drenched with perspiration. Her heart pounding as she looked around. Where was Robert? She felt for him in the darkness, there...Beside her, unmoving. Rachael turned on the light, "Robert?...Rob?...Wake up!" She shook him violently and he rolled over, blinking his eyes at the light.
"Rache?...What...What is it, honey? What's wrong?....What time is it?" He looked over at the clock; 3:14am, Robert fell back on his pillow with a moan.
"I had a bad...A bad dream, a really bad dream...That you were dead!"
"I feel dead baby, come here, I'm fine." Robert pulled Rachael back down, close to him so that her head was on his chest. She could hear the sound of his heart, a soft deep murmur. "I'm okay, baby. Just go to sleep...We'll leave the light on okay? Robert gave her a little smile and kissed her forehead. Rachael sighed and realized she'd been crying. She buried her face against him and tried to forget. Two more days, she thought, just two more and I can relax. Please, oh please! Rachael prayed silently, desperately afraid of falling back into sleep, into the dream.
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"Rachael? Rachael!...Come down here! What's taking so long, Mrs. Owens is waiting!" Rachael's father walked around the den impatiently, what was wrong with that girl? It was as if she were on another planet lately! If anyone should be nervous it was him! Three thousand dollars for a wedding? Preposterous! And yet he had all the receipts to prove it, didn't he? The least that girl could do was come down and finish getting that damned train right! "Rachael!"
Rachael finished putting on the dress, her best friend Jenny carefully zipping the gown closed. "I think I hear your dad, Rache." She said with a little smirk, smoothing the silky material and gathering the long, yet somehow imperfect train in her arms. "After you, girl."
But Rachael didn't move. She stood staring at her reflection in the full-length mirror. It was oval, standing by itself in it's antique wooden frame, she'd seen herself reflected a thousand times but this time...What was it? Something was different, not right. The same dress, the same arms and hands, clasped together lifting the front of her gown. The same bare shoulders and slender neck. The same....No! The reflected image had her veil down, covering her face with a thin ivory lace. She could almost, but not quite see her own eyes, her won nose and lips. But...But Rachael's veil was there! On the dresser, unattached! She turned her head to look at it, lying there like a sleeping dove. She looked back at the veiled reflection of herself, staring in confusion. Watching as the figure moved, lifting her hands slowly to take the delicate lace corners in her fingers. Rachael held her breath, suddenly terrified as the veil was slowly lifted...
"...Rache? Hey! What's wrong?"
"Huh? Jenny? I..." Rache looked back in the mirror, her own face stared back, flushed and confused.
"Let's go, you're dad's having a fit! Jeez! It's only a wedding!" The other woman's laughter was meaningless to Rachael as she made her way out of the room, taking one last look at the mirror. Jenny pushed her gently, "Yeah, Yeah...You're beautiful kid!"
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The wedding, everyone would agree, was a wonderful success. A beautiful event as such things should be. Rachael had forgotten the bad dreams and small black thoughts, which had stolen those few precious moments from her life. There was only the whirlwind of events, each lasting a wonderful infinity before ending a split second later. Time marked by the knowledge that she would reside in this memory all the days of her life, promising herself that she would remember every small detail and just as quickly forgetting her pledge as each new joy stole her away again.
Husband and wife. Even Rachael's father was finally relaxed, comfortable in realizing his money had been well spent. The look on his only daughter's face as she walked down the isle, clutching his arm the way she hadn't in a long time. She was a child once again and he couldn't bear letting her go, but somehow he had and that was the best gift he could have given her. She kissed him as he let her go, a touch of lace between her lips and the wetness on his cheek. He wiped his eyes with his handkerchief and braved a smile for his guests, proudly taking his proper place.
For Robert it was the culmination of a dream, a romance begun so long ago and never doubted. He looked down at Rachael, standing so close to him and somehow distant as they waited to exchange vows long since memorized. They would be joined, forever in love and trust, of that he had no doubt. If ever two people had been made for one another, it was they and everyone who'd seen them together knew it to be true. He'd placed the ring on her finger, not just saying the words but believing them complete. When Rachael slipped the golden band on his finger her voice was clear and sweet and filled him with the strength of a hundred men. The energy which made his hands tremble with the effort to control them, lifting her veil carefully and staring into her deep brown eyes as they kissed.
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Robert effortlessly lifted Rachael into his arms, sweeping her feet off the floor with his left arm, cradling her to his chest with his right. He kissed her once, then again, a lingering touch of passion.
"Ohhh! Mr. Ross!" Rachael giggled, her heart pounding as she wrapped her arms around her new husband. Husband! She thought with a smile and then pressed her lips to his again, feeling his warm tongue entering her, tasting her.
He pulled his lips reluctantly away. "Hmmm, Mrs. Ross?" Robert smiled and then both of them laughed as he carried her into the hotel suite, kicking the door closed behind him. He carried his young bride to the large bed, laying her gently down so that she lay in a cloud of silk and crinoline. An angel with wings of lace, waiting to be taken.
Rachael smiled up at him, running her hands across her breast and down her flat tummy, pressing the many layers of material between her thighs. Bunching it in her fists, pulling it up as she giggled at Robert. He unhooked his cummerbund, flinging it across the room with a grin. "Oh you are a bad girl!" he laughed and began untying the somewhat more than disheveled bowtie around his neck.
Rachael kept sliding the material higher and higher, exposing the tops of her stockings, the smooth expanse of thigh and finally the smooth white lace of her panty. "No, not bad! Just very, very good!" She gave Robert a wanton smile and pressed her hand against her covered sex.
Robert tossed the length of black material at her with a laugh and started unbuttoning his shirt, resisting the urge to just rip the buttons away. They had all night, he thought, and the rest of their lives. "Robert!! Hurry up or I'll have to find another husband!"
Robert peeled his shirt away, letting it fall to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt, stepping out of his trousers. "Oh no, babe...You're not getting out of it now!" He laughed and pulled his shorts down, exposing his swollen member. "We already cut the cake, remember?"
"Mmmm....I remember everything!" Rachael said as she pulled Robert down on top of her, his face pressing into her soft brown hair, breathing her as she wrapped her arms around him. "Take me Rob...Now, in my wedding dress...Love me, please..." She sighed deeply as she felt his hands moving, stretching the nylon of her panty, his penis searching, pushing and finally finding..."Yesssssss...."She sighed a long deep breath ending only as Robert crushed his lips against hers, their tongues dancing in a confusion of frantic need.
His body pressed upon her, a tender crush of heat against her trapped breasts and lifting hips as she tried to meet his steady thrusts. It was not their first time, but it rendered everything that had come before almost meaningless, shadows of this moment. The consummation of so many nights spent dreaming and wishing and planning, now real. His manhood filled her and her body received it eagerly, grasping him in a velvet vice as she worked her body with his. Their lips ever searching, kissing and tasting. His breath in her ear, a whispered "I love you" repeated as a mantra and broken only by the sharp sighs and breathless moans of passion.
Rachael's hands swept across the bed, like a child in the snow making angel wings. Robert's mouth on her neck, kissing her as she tilted her head up, up arching her back, bending herself to Robert's delicious penetration. She clenched her fist as the first wave of ecstasy rushed through her, flashes of heat and dancing fireflies blinding her as she squeezed her eyes shut letting it carry her away...away...
Rachael opened her eyes and saw the black tie in her hands, her arms held straight above her as Robert kissed the tops of her breasts. He dragged his teeth across her skin until it reached the straining bust line of her gown. He was moving inside her, slow deep thrusts into Rachael's womb. But she didn't notice it; she couldn't feel the pleasure coursing through her body as it responded to him. Her eyes were fixed on the length of black silk stretched between her hands.
She slipped it under his kissing, across his eyes and nose and mouth. If he noticed what she was doing he didn't say anything, he only pressed his lips to her ear. "Rache, I love you...I love you..." he breathed and took her ear lobe between his teeth, sucking on it as he moved against her. Rachael felt the tie slack around his neck, she watched around him, shifting slightly and turning her head as she changed ends, swapping the tie between her fingers, making small circles with her fingers so that the soft silk was wrapped around her palms, crossed behind Robert's neck.
His mouth moved, searching and finding hers. He kissed Rachael deeply, pushing with his tongue between her soft red lips in time with the pressing of his hardness into her body. He loved her so much, he tried to say it again, pulling his lips away but she held him with her mouth, sucking his tongue and suddenly pulling the cool black silk tightly around his neck. She pulled her hands as hard as she could, away to the sides as she bit into his tongue. A sudden taste of blood, distinct and sweet filled her mouth. Robert gasped and jerked his face away, but Rachael held him tight, pulling out and down, holding him to her, as his air was cutoff completely.
He was still inside her, still hard and Rachael began moving against him again, rocking her hips and wrapping her long legs around his thighs, trapping him. Robert tried to push away, his bloody mouth open as he tried to scream. Rachael watched him, his eyes wide with terror, with confusion. He didn't understand, his mind couldn't imagine what was happening. He pushed at Rachael's face, his hands on her cheek, on her chin, pushing as he fought for his life. The blood in his ears was pounding now, his body shaking as his lungs searched for air. They felt heavy, swollen and they burned in his chest. Rachael pulled keeping the pressure constant as she felt his hands clawing at her face, trying to push himself away. She tasted his blood and felt his penis inside her, she continued moving, soon, she thought, soon!
Robert's eyes were bulging, the pressure in his head increasing. He was losing focus, he tried once more to roll away, but if she was too strong for him before, now it was not even an effort for Rachael to hold him against her. His eyes were open but blackness was coming for him, lights flickering at random as his brain cells began to die and nerves were fired at random. His body jerked and his fingers slipped away from Rachael's face. She felt him inside her, a sudden spasm and he was cumming, his sperm being released even as he died, flooding her with another wave of pleasure, another orgasm to meet with his. Rachael held him close, her legs wrapped tightly around him. She savored the feeling of his ejaculate filling her fertile womb, searching for an egg to fertilize.
Robert's neck had swollen, the dark flesh overlapping the black flesh wrapped around his neck. Rachael had held him like that for 15 minutes. Talking to him, kissing him. Staring into his eyes as she moved her body slowly beneath him. His flaccid penis had slipped out and she could feel the wetness leaking out of her, soaking her already damp panty. "...And we'll have a son, Robert and name him after you!" Kiss. "And then a daughter, two daughters? Oh Robert that would be lovely!" Kiss. "Maybe even twins, I have twins on my side of the family you know." Kiss.....
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Death turned away on formless wings, leaving the girl behind. It had been interesting to see it's face through Rachael's eyes, but that was only a curiosity. The experience seemed beyond understanding. Life, it concluded, would forever be a mystery.
The End.
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