Posted by Rachael on March 30, 2004 at 16:09:17:
Instead of story codes, let me just say that nobody dies in this story. Somebody might be wishing they were dead as the story concludes, but in point of fact, everyone is alive. This was something that was just on my mind lately, a return to an old and favored subject of mine, although I think it may be the first of it's type I've posted around here...Anyway, this another case where I found myself getting a little dry here and there, sorry about that. There should probably be a good hard all out full throttle sex scene at the end...but it's only 8am here and I don't feel like getting all masturbatory. I like to write those when Mr. Rache is handy to do something about those urges.
As you can tell from the first sentence...This was going to be a cannibal story, originally. I tell you now that it isn't, in the physical sense, merely to avoid disappointing those who are reading this solely with that expectation in mind.
Copyright: 2004 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for mature audiences. All persons in this story are real, but the events are purely fictional. I have obtained oral permission to use the names and physical descriptions of these people for non-commercial entertainment purposes only. If you post or repost this story, please include this paragraph as well as my email address in the message body. Thank you.
A Modest Proposal
fiction by rache
I was readng Swift's essay, 'A Modest Proposal' when I suddenly had the urge for some lunch. I had taken quite a liking to our new maid, a local girl named Roselyn, who had come from a village just a little further up the mountain road that ran past our house.
She's only slightly older than my 21 years, honey colored and beautiful. Her black hair is long and tied in a loose ponytail down her back, and her eys are rich dark brown, almond shaped and wide with curiousity. Her upturned breasts are large for such a petite young woman, and her ass is small and tight.
My husband, Paul liked her as well, I knew, for all of those reasons. Roselyn was also a virgin, which is not uncommon for an unmarried girl in the provinces. In the larger cities, like Manila, the morals are more easily influenced by foreigners, particularly Americans. But out here, tradition is a powerful force, something I've learned to appreciate.
Paul was in Victorias for a few days, doing some research, so I had the whole house to myself. Boredom is my enemy at such times and I realize when I am alone how much I depend on my husband just to keep me company. I had friends of course, acquantances and neighbors, whom I could depend on to drop by and say hello. I had Roselyn to take care of me, and Mario, our houseboy to take care of my surroundings. But how much better, I wondered, if I had something else...a pet, perhaps. Something that depended upon me the way I did with Paul.
Nothing or no one had ever depended on me for anything, as far as I knew. I'd never felt that small thrill of power, of being the Mistress of some other living thing's well being. How would that feel, I wondered. Pregnancy has been on my mind quite a lot, and maybe that's where these strange new thoughts sprang from. I was married and a child seemed...necessary somehow. But I had doubts about my maternal instincts and abilities, and Paul as much told me he doubted he could trust me to care for a baby. I was too selfish, too whimsical, my attention span too short, he said.
Perhaps a pet, a surrogate child of a sort, might convince him otherwise. I resolved to set about gettig one. "Roselyn." I called and she appeared from the kitchen, prompt and smiling as ever. "Tell Mario to get the Jeep, we're going into town, all of us. We'll have lunch there and do some shopping or something." I smiled at her as the young woman's eyes brightened. We'd done this before and it was always enjoyable.
I went upstairs to change while she went to her small room to change. Mario would already be checking the Jepp and starting it up so the air conditioner would be cool by the time I got in. Such a considerate man, our Mario. I'd taken to wearing thin skirts, or shorts, rather than my pants, which were all much too tight, or much too leather, for the tropics. I put on a short silk skirt that I'd found in Jakarta and a plain white t-shirt. I took off the necklace I was wearing, because there were altogether too many thiefs, most of them children who specialized in jewelry. I let my own long hair fall loose, brushed it briefly and applied just a bit of lipstick. I wished it were so easy to dress to impress back in Seattle. A air of sandals and I was out the door.
Mario had the jeep out front, it's an old Toyota Landcruiser, actually,but we call it the jeep. We paid a lot for it, maybe too much, but it's been worth it. Especially the air conditioning! I handed an envelope to Mario and he looked at it with some surprise. I'd taken most of the cash we had in the house, some 60,000 pesos, right around $1200 US and it made for a large package. Most of our money we kept in the bank of course, I supposed I'd have to go before Paul returned and get some more, but not today. I hated the bank.
I sat in the back and Mario drove and Roselyn sat beside him. She looked especially nice today and I asked her if she had a boyfriend in town. She laughed and Mario teased her as we bumped and rocked our way down to the highway.
"Kick it, Mario." And he pushed the old Beastie Boys CD into the player. I would have preferred Evanescence, or maybe the Seether CD I'd just finally gotten after a year of wanting, but Mario loved the Beasties, so we listened to them, singing along happily. They might have made this CD before I was born, or maybe shortly after, I wasn't sure, but it was a classic. God! What a glorious day!
It's 17 kilometers to the city we were going to and I enjoyed the ride, even though these filipino drivers would have been shot deader than Lincoln if they'd been driving in LA. They're the worst and what I really liked about tha Landcruiser was the feeling that if we did happen to sideswipe some asshole in his little scratchbuilt imitation Jeep, I wouldn't even notice. We just had to watch out for the sugarcane trucks and the Ceres Liners, the big buses that clocked blind curves at 110 Km/hr on a road with a speed limit of 40...But it wasn't like there were any cops either.
We went to a nice restaurant serving traditional cuisine and I indulged, spoiling my little Mario and Roselyn, making them guests instead of servents for a change. I'm half-filipina so people don't usually notice me right away, until I start talking, then it's obvious I'm at least foreign born. The other people in the restaurant were doctors, lawyers, land owners, the upperclass ...men mostly, since it was lunchtime and filipinos don't generally bring the wives to lunch, that's reserved for their friends. So I got some looks, appreciative and interested, flattering and I enjoyed it. But I wasn't out to get picked up. Being someone's Mistress or afternoon snack didn't really appeal.
I did tell Roselyn she could probably find someone though, we could tell them she was my sister and we were rich debutants from manila looking for fun as we passed through on our way to Cebu. She just laughed and blushed sweetly, which doubtless made her even more attractive.
But this was all just foreplay. After lunch we were back in the jeep, Mario looking at me in the mirror, wondering if we would go to Guisan, Robinson's, or to the downtown market. "Planter's Hospital, Mario." I knew a doctor there, a man I'd had occasion to dine with several times while doing research for Paul. his family had a long history in the area, and a rich one. They were all Mayors and councillors, and even a congressman or two. Their family name was Portugis, pronounced like the language, but spelled differently. His name was Simon and he was a very attentive lover.
Mario and Roselyn waited in the jeep while I went inside, taking my envelope back from Mario. Planter's is a brand new hospital, the nicest one in the area, clean and modern and expensive, thus it has the best doctors and nurses, but very few patients. The majority of sick people are poor and they go to City Hospital, which is dirty, overcrowded, and the equipment dismally out of date. I went to visit a woman having a baby at City Hospital once, she was in a large room with 20 other women, it was in that room they went into labor, gave birth, and tended the newborn. It was full of friends and family who brought their own food and blankets for the mother and child. There was no privacy, no nurses, no doctors either, except during the actual child birth. It has a relatively high mortality rate for both mother's and newborns.
I found Simon in his office and he smiled when he saw me. It took some time to explain the purpose of my visit, since he quite naturally assumed at first that I was their for a pelvic examine, which he happily gave me. he undressed me as I kissed him, letting his hands cover my body and push me back onto his little table. I had vague thoughts about my husband; I hadn't told him about my liason with the good doctor, I'd only shared the impressive results of my research, which more than pleased Paul.
As Simon freed his erect penis and pushed it slowly between the dewy folds of my sex, I began telling him hat I wanted. If I feared that he would object, I need not have, he only trust into me harder, grabbing my thighs as I lifted my legs over his shoulders, smiling and looking up at him.
"Why would you want such a thing?" he asked, reaching down with one hand to fondle my breasts. My cunt was dripping as the things I was saying, combined with the sensations I was feeling, to push me over the edge. I climaxed eagerly, my cunt contracting and drawing that wonderful prick deeper as I lost track of what I was saing. But it was unimportant, he knew I wanted what I did for no other reason than I could do it. Morals had no issue here, there was only the price of my desire to negotiate.
Simon let me have my orgasms, several of them following hard upon each other, until he urged me to turn over. He had wanted me in the ass before, and I'd declined, a luxury I no longer possessed. As he forced my sphincter opn with his wet burning cock, I reflected that it didn't matter anyway, he would be just as good back there as he'd been in my vagina. He fucked me slowly, laying the muscles along my back, and shoulders, ass and thighs, with his fingers, coaxing me to another orgasm as he fucked my ass. It was good, very good and the sweet burning sensation, the ache of my muscles being stretched and bruised, only added to the pleasure. I felt a little sad when he began to cum, spurting thickly into my bowels.
After it was over I didn't bother cleaning myself, I had enjoyed it too much and liked the strange greasy sensation of having a well lubricated ass. His seed would slowly leak from me all day long, and the tender pinch of discomfort when I sat down made me smile. The price would be 43,000 pesos, we agreed after 10 minutes of haggling. Down from his initial 50,000. I would have paid that, but it was a matter of pride not to argue a little bit. For that I would get what I most wanted at the moment, a pet of my very own.
Simon would take care of the paperwork, take care of the nurses who assisted him, as well as the police, who might or might not take an interest. With his connections it was very doubtful anyone would question anything he put on paper. That would leave me to deal with some other, smallish details. Now you might be suspectiing this story is untrue, if not in fact, than in premise certainly. But I tell you on my mother's own grave, that the premise is sound. And that is perhaps the most frightening thing.
The most frightening thing for Roselyn, of course, was yet to come. When Dr. Portugis and 4 nurses, 2 of them men, came outside into the hot afternoon parking lot, wheeling a stretcher, my pretty young ma9d was merely confused. When they stopped by the jeep and opened her door, she asked them what was wrong. Dr. Portugis told her she was ill, that she'd contracted something very dangerous, very contagious, and looked meaningfully at Mario.
They both looked at me, standing in the shaded portion of the hospital steps, shielding my eyes, and with some reluctance Roselyn stepped out of the jeep and even layed down on the stretcher without so much as a whimper. Doctor's were people to listen to, they knew things, they were important, smart, and rich. Poor Roselyn was just a maid, I'm sure she was overwhelmed, wondering what she might have contracted. Wondering, I thought with a smile, if she were going to die.
Mario got out as well, he was Roselyn's cousin and intended to stay near her, but I intercepted him. "I want you to go to the house, pack some clothes for Roselyn, just a few things, not too much. Some panties and a duster or two. Go into Paul's room, the office, here's a key. Get my bank book, the one for Metrobank, okay? The red one, find me some clean panties and the yellow sundress hanging up in the cabinet. Bring all that back here, right away. Don't talk to anyone, Mario, do you understand me? Do't tell anyone what's going on, Roselyn is very sick. We'll tell her family tomorrow. Now get going."
I actually had little doubt that he'd tell someone, and that Roselyn's mother would soon hear some bit of the bad news, but it really wouldn't matter. The girl was deathly ill, of that Mario was certain. As he drove off, I entered the hospital, filling out the required forms, putting myself as Roselyn's guardian, her next of kin. I wanted a private room, with a private nurse for her. She would be in the hospital for several days, a week perhaps or even longer, I wasn't sure. I used my cel phone to call Paul after that. I told him that Roselyn was sick, but I couldn't say with what, the doctor was doing some tests. I was sure she'd be fine, but in the meantime I thought I'd look after her. I suggested he take that trip back to Manila he was always talking about and that I'd resisted since I had a feeling he only wanted to go back there so he could see a certain girl we'd met. But he insisted he needed time at te university, and at the embassy, so this was his chance. He jumped on it, telling me he'd be back in my loving arms in 9 days. I thought about telling him I had another man's sperm trickling from my stretched asshole, but why tease him? I gave him a smacking kissing sound and hung up.
It was very nearly 5 hours before Roselyn came out of surgery. I didn't get to see her, of course, she was in a recovery room and would be moved very quickly into intensive care for a day or two and, barring unforeseen complications, into her room so she could heal properly. While Simon explained all this I couldn't help but stare at him. He was still in his scrubs, the same sea-foam green color favored in my hosptail back home. He was covered with blod, spattered and streaked with it, as though someone had just tossed a bucket of it at him. I ran my hands across him, feeling the wetness, and wanting him right then.
I pulled him back towards his office, feeling it so urgent within me. I wished I could have fucked him right on that operating table, but I knew the nurses were already cleaning it. I pushed him down, onto the floor, pulling at his trousers, untying the little knotted string around his waist and pulling the crotch of my panties aside. I straddled him quickly, clutching at the tacky stains of Roselyn's blood on his blouse. Fuck me! I beeged him, pushing my sordid cunt down on his hard prick, rocking and grinding myself to a nearly instantaneous orgasm. It was blinding and furious and I pressed my body to his, my t-shirt blossoming with crimson were it touched blood.
I sucked Simo's tongue into my mouth while his wonderful surgeon hands cupped my ass, pulling and pushing me, bringing me one torrid orgasm after another until I could only lay ther, moaning, almost weeping with the pleasure of it. When Simon thrust inside me fully, finally groaning as his cock throbbed and spewed his hot seed, I joined him, climaxing one last time around him. My face buried in that heavy bloody cloth, so my senses were immersed even as our beautiful orgasm stole those senses away.
I showered after that, using the female staff's dressing room and borrowing a smock that tied around my waist. I was excited and filled with a nervous energy and I couldn't help pacing the empty hallway outside the critical ward, until finally Dr. Portugis found me just before he was to leave for home. He told me that all the necessary papers had been completed, that there would be no problems. So far as the hospital was concerned the girl was my responsibility and any consent for treatment was mine alone to give. So far as any other persons were concerned, her relatives for example, the hospital would not recognize their authority to intercede.It was unlikely anyone would, her mother was illiterate and had 6 children under the age or 14 to look after, Roselyn had been the eldest, supporting her brothers and sisters. She would continue to do so and that would alleviate a lot of problems.
In the meantime, I couldn't stay in the hallway. Roselyn's room was ready, but she wouldn't be using it for a day or two, so it would be mine. I was just laying down to take a nap, or at least try and calm my almost juvenile anticipation, when Mario returned, bringing me everything I'd asked for. he asked me what was wrong with Roselyn and I told him I wasn't sure, but that she was in critical condition and might not live. He found this difficult to accept as he had been with her all day, watching her laughing, carefree and exuberantly healthy. I wondered if Mario would be a problem. I sincerely hoped not, because I liked the man a great deal. It would be a shame if I had to buy his life, which is the quaint local phrase for hiring someone to kill him. For Mario that might have cost me all of twenty dollars.
"Did you talk to anyone about this, Mario?" I asked him, and he shook his head no. But I asked him again and he said he mentioned it to his cousin who happened by as he was driving back down the mountain. So by now, I figured half of the barangay would know that Roselyn was ill, that it was serious and she was in the hospital. But that couldn't be helped. I wondered what else I could do to avoid complications. Perhaps Paul and I might adopt the girl, I thought. I liked the sound of that and resolved to seeing my lawyer sometime in the next day or two.
The waitng was the hardest part. Even keeping busy with the bank, and the lawyer, and with Simon, wasn't making the time pass more quickly. The next afternoon, having been assured by Simon that Roselyn would not be moved until the next day, I had Mario drive me to see the young woman's mother. She and her 8 children lived in a small bamboo hut. They were very poor, even with the income tha Roselyn provided them. Her mother was a laundry woman at someone's resthouse, and the pay was negligable. Of course having that many children didn't help either. I wardly I thought she was a stupid bitch and I detested her immediately, but still, she was Roselyn's mother and so perhaps I owed this woman a debt.
I paid her 20,000 pesos, less than $400 US to compensate for Roselyn's illness. I explained that I wasn't sure what she'd contracted, or where or how, but she'd been working for me, so I wanted to do the right thing. I also told the woman that if Roselyn lived, which she was certainly expected to, the girl would continue to work for me and of course would continue to pay her salary. My only real concern, I told the woman, was that with Roselyn under my care, spending my money even now in the very best hospital, I would feel more comfortable if I were the girl's legal guardian. Not her mother, I waved that away, I was a year younger than Roselyn. No, what I was suggesting was only that I be allowed, that Paul and I be allowed, to ensure her daughter's health...
Otherwise, I was very sad to say, we just wouldn't feel right taking responsibility for her. We'd have her brought back here of course, just as soon as she could travel again, so she could be close to her mother and siblings, but I would probably need to find a new maid then. I felt very sorry telling the woman that, especially since the doctors had told me it might take a long time before Roselyn was truly able to care for herself, if in fact she ever could. It would be a burden, I knew, but motherhood is a burden in and of itself, isn't it? I patted the woman's arm and waited.
She signed the papers that my lawyer had prepared, printing her name in big block letters and luckily I happened to have a notary with me, who had her thumb imprinted on all 7 copies and then stamped it with his own seal and signature. Ten dollars and you get your own notary public, I do love this country. Roselyn was now legally mine. For some reason I imagined it would be harder to buy a person.
I spent the night in my house and the next day Mario drove me back to the hospital. I was so excited I was almost peeing myself when we pulled into the parking lot. I would finally get to see Roselyn. Simon met me at the nurses station. He told me Roselyn was stable, that she'd been asleep since the surgery, largely due to some of the medication. But they'd stopped the pain killers and so they expected the young woman would wake sometime in the next few hours, although not completely. She would be very tired, physically exhausted, disoriented, etc. etc. I could stay with her, but I shouldn't try to talk to her or anything, just let her rest.
we walked to the room and Simon introduced me to an older woman who would be Roselyn's nurse. She looked very capable and the doctor said she was very good. I was paying her 8 dollars a day, 400 pesos, over her normal salery. I told her I would pay her a thousand a day, but Roselyn would be the woman's only concern. Not the nurses family, not her pet dog, not her little moped, nothing but Roselyn for as long as the girl was under her care. It was a very equitable arrangement.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I want a few minutes alone with Roselyn."
I went into the room and it was bright, even with the curtains closed. Someone, Dr. Portugis, had put flowers on the little night stand next to Roselyn's bed. There were several IV's and a tube running to her nose, for bringing oxygen I supposed, although it wasn't necessary any longer. She had clean sheets pulled up over her body and her face looked composed, sleeping peacefully. I could see no sign of pain or anxiety there, and I was glad.
I sat there for a long time, just looking at her, watching her pretty face as she slept. Every now and again the door would open and the nurse would look inside, but I'd shoo her away. She was at a bit of a loss, since I was paying her to sit with Roselyn, but she'd just have to wait. I wanted to be there when the girl opened her pretty almond eyes.
A few hours later she finally did. There was a bit of a stirring, hardly anything at all, and a soft murmur as though she were dreaming. I leaned forward carefully, so my face was near hers, watching.
"Roselyn.." I sang softly. "Roselyn..." I touched her forehead and she was warm with a little fever, but not too bad.
She opened her eyes, slowly, blinking carefully and looking around without moving her head. That seemed as much effort as the girl could stand and she soon closed them again, drifting off without saying a word. I had an urge, almost impossible to resist, to lift the sheets and see what my simple idle wanting had accomplished, but I didn't. Not yet, I wanted to see it when Roselyn saw it, experience it as she did, wondering how our responses would be different or similar.
It wouldn't b for almost another day and half though before that happened. She was gradually becoming more and more aware of her surrounding, more conscious and awake, though terrible confused. I'd instructed the nurse to tell her nothing, of course, and it was perhaps just blind luck that I happened to be sitting next to Roselyn when she finally really woke up for the first time in almost 4 days.
I explained to her that she was in the hospital, that I was taking care of her. I told the young woman how I'd taken care of her mother, and brothers and sisters, and how I'd been declared Roselyn's legal guardian. I told the girl that I would keep her with me for a long time. That I would love her and protect her, care for her and see to it that Roselyn had no more pain or suffering in her life. "You've suffered enough already, Roselyn." I told her. "Much more than you've deserved, and now I'll make it up to you."
She made a soft mewling sound, like a lamb crying for her mother, and her eyes opened wide with surprise. She made another sound, much like the first and I shushed her, kissing her forehead.
"Don't try to talk, Roselyn, I've had your tongue removed. The doctor said it was a very clean procedure, your stitches are small and there will be very little scarring. Tha's why your mouth feels funny."
She looked almost ready to cry, and her body trembled. "Shhhh...Roselyn, it's okay, I'll take care of you, I promise. Now look here, this is very important." I pulled her sheet down slowly to her belly button, exposing her heaving breasts. She was naked except for her bandages and I lifted her head a little, propping her up on her pillow so she could see herself easier. That mewling sound became a loud low moan, almost like a nasel "Nwnwnwnwnwooooo...!"
I smiled and moved on the bed with her, putting my arm around her neck and looking down with her. "I've had your arms and legs removed, Roselyn. Do you like it?" She had small stumps just past her shoulders and somewhat longer ones just below her pelvis, all wrapped in white bandages, smooth and neat and nicely rounded. I thought they were amazingly beautiful and I couldn't wait until they were healed properly, but that would take some months.
She was crying now, my sweet pet Roselyn. Tears ran down her flushed cheeks and fell on her lovely breasts as they heaved a little with each muffled sob. I bent my mout down to lick her left nipple, tasting her salty wetness and then suckling that gorgeous fat nipple between my lips. I moved a hand gingerly between her legs, between those two trembling stumps, caressing her vulva and petting the frightened creature.
God! I was so wet! It would be torturous waiting until she was healed enough to take home and care for properly. Roselyn had so many things to learn. My husband would be thrilled I thought as I rubbed Roselyn's cunt, imagiining his hard cock fucking between those stumps. What a perfect little pet. I couldn't wait to feel her short little stump of an arm fucking into my pussy, I was cumming just thinking about it. But best of all, I'd show Paul that I could indeed care for another living person.
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