Posted by Sawney Beane on September 13, 2007 at 22:17:24:
The Collected Works of Sawney Beane: Volume #152
DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES
by Sawney Beane
1, 13 August 2007
2,802 words
DISTRIBUTION NOTICE and DISCLAIMER: Sawney Beane requests that any distribution of this work of fiction remain within the realm of social responsibility. This story is suitable neither for minors nor for the seeming majority of adults who have difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality. It is pure fantasy, which means that, for whatever reason, someone has found it interesting to think about the events depicted herein. It does not in any way mean that the author would like to see this fantasy become reality, so if you are the type of person who might be swayed into doing something irrational by reading a work of fiction, the author respectfully requests that you decline to read further.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sawney Beane, originally a native of Edinburgh, lived for twenty-five years in a cave on the coast of County Galloway, subsisting on the flesh of unfortunate travellers, roughly a thousand of them all told. He and his wife raised a large family of eight sons, six daughters, eighteen grandsons, and fourteen granddaughters. Eventually, the family was captured, and the whole lot was brutally and unjustifiably tortured and executed without trial. Since his death in the early 17th century, Beane has reformed his ways and now confines his atrocities to his literary endeavours.
WARNING: This story contains scenes of consensual snuff and gynophagia. If you find such things offensive, please steer clear; you have been warned.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: One of the more persistent scenes in my head for the last year or so. Somehow it appeals to me with its counterintuitive emotions. I think the first part turned out better than the second part for some reason, but that's just my opinion.
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I
Dan returned home after a long day at the office and slumped heavily into the sofa and searched for the remote control. But his wife Alison was too quick for him. She flowed gracefully into the room from the kitchen stripping off the few bits of clothing she had been wearing. She was fully nude by the time she reached Dan and curled up comfortably on his lap.
Alison always loved it when she was nude and her husband was still fully clothed. It gave her a delicious feeling of vulnerability and helplessness. She had thrived on this feeling from the beginning, but had never guessed what Dan would lead her to as a result of it.
"Welcome home, darling," she purred melodiously. "Did you have a good day at work?"
"No, Ally, I really didn't," he grumbled, still reaching for the universal remote.
"Aw, I'm sorry, baby," Alison purred further. "I bet I know something that will cheer you up!"
Dan stared down at her for a few moments before replying. He knew she would not like what he had to say, but it was necessary. "Er, Ally, about that we need to talk a little bit."
"Oh, Dan, baby, I am so ready for you. You don't know how much I have prepared myself for today."
"Yeah, I'm sure you worked hard, darling, but the thing is...well, I'm just not up to it tonight."
Alison's eyes widened in alarm. "What are you talking about, Dan?"
"Well, it's been a long day, and I have to work again tomorrow, so I was thinking maybe we could just go to bed."
"But, Dan, you promised it would be today!"
"Come on, Ally, you know I would if I could, but I'm tired. What do you say we go back to the bedroom and I shag your brains out all night. That would be good, wouldn't it?"
"But I'm all ready!"
"I know, but we can do it tomorrow. Then it will be Friday, and I won't have to get up early to work the next day."
"Dan, you knew it was Thursday when you promised me. You can't just break your promise!"
"I'm really sorry, honey, but I didn't realize how hard this week would be."
"You think it's hard for you?" Alison sniffed derisively. Her disappointment had changed to anger fairly quickly. "You have no idea how difficult this is for me!"
"Yes, dear, but..." The remote control had been long forgotten. Now damage control was the only thing on Dan's mind.
"Do you know how much time I have spent making myself perfect for this? I've never spent more time on all of this nonsense and to top it all off, I'm absolutely ravenous."
"It's ok, honey, you can eat something."
"No, I can't, I've been fasting for three days, and if you think I'm going to go through that for nothing, then you need to think again."
"It's really, ok," he said as soothingly as possible. "I can clean you out later."
"Oh, don't even think about it," she fumed. "You think it's easy for a girl to get herself psychologically prepared for this? You think this was my dream since childhood? No! I let you talk me into it. I do everything you say. I didn't sleep a fucking wink last night just thinking about this, and I'm terrified. But I decided to let you do it, because I knew that was what you really really wanted, and I'm a really really loving wife. And now you're asking me to go through another sleepless night just because you had a rough day at work!"
The tirade echoed off the walls as Dan struggled to answer. "I'm sorry, Ally, I just can't."
"The fuck you can't," Ally spat, standing up and grabbing a robe. "What are you eating tonight, did you think of that?"
"No, but we must have something in the fridge."
Ally's mood turned from fury to bitter defeat. "Turns out we do, you lucky bastard."
She sat in the kitchen with her arms folded defiantly as Dan followed her and looked into the refrigerator. There on a plate wrapped in cling wrap he found a severed human foot, which he took out and unwrapped carefully.
"Where did this come from?" he asked his wife gently.
"Oh, it's Liz's," Alison replied carelessly.
"Liz from next door?" Dan queried.
Alison nodded.
"But I didn't know Liz was going to be snuffed."
"She wasn't," replied Alison. "Not yet anyway. Nate just finished his surgery course, and he decided to do her a little at a time. He amputated her left leg this morning, and you wouldn't believe what a wonderful job he did. He sewed it up so perfectly, you wouldn't even know she had a leg there at all." Alison's mood softened as she described the fate of her friend with enthusiasm.
"I see," mused Dan, staring at the foot curiously. "But why do we have her foot?"
Alison grew more enthusiastic now as she described her triumph for the day. "Well, apparently her husband Nate just doesn't like feet. Not sure why, but he can't stand them and didn't want to eat hers. So she told me, and I remembered how you don't like liver much, so we traded."
"Traded?"
"Yes, her feet and hands for my liver, spleen, and kidneys. You just have to take them over after you snuff me and Nate will give you the rest once he takes them off her later this week."
Dan was impressed. "Nice trade."
"Thank you."
Dan was staring at the foot. "It sure is silly of Nate; Liz has lovely feet," he said, prodding a couple of the shapely toes.
"I probably have a really nice liver too," replied his wife with a little bit of annoyance at her husband's praise of another woman's body part.
"I'm sure you do, dear," he replied with a smile.
Dan set about preparing the foot for the oven while Alison watched in silence. Dan was an excellent chef, which is why she felt secure in entrusting her flesh to his expert hands. She knew he would make her delicious, and he would enjoy doing it. Even if he was too tired now to perform adequately. She watched him baste and spice her friend's foot until he slid it into the oven.
For several minutes they waited in silence. Then they began to talk about normal family things. For a while it seemed as if the spectre of conjugal snuff had not hovered over the evening, but all good things must come to an end.
Alison's mood slid gradually downwards from the moment Dan removed the steaming delicacy from the oven. The delicate aroma filled the kitchen, and Alison watched her husband carve the flesh from the small bones. He offered to share it with her, but she was not yet ready to break her fast. Even if it was an additional day on nothing but water and vitamins, she was prepared to make the sacrifice in order for the final result to be perfect. In addition, she had not entirely written the evening off.
After Dan had finished his meal, cleaning the flesh from most of Liz's small foot bones and carefully wrapping the leftovers for future enjoyment, Alison made another appeal.
"Ok, now you have a good meal in you, Dan, why don't we just go ahead and do this?"
"Ally, please."
"No, Dan, it's easy," Alison pleaded as she stepped over to the home chopping block next to the stove and knelt beside it. "You can just lop off my head right now. It won't take a minute."
"Yes, but then I'd need to butcher you, darling. I'd be up all night, and I have early meetings in the morning."
Alison leaned forward over the block and fastened the shoulder strap under her arms to hold her neck in place. Somehow she was thinking that if she got into position and made it easier for him, he would give in. She slipped the handcuffs around her wrists and secured her arms behind her back. Thus immobilized, she continued to plead.
"Come on, honey," she whined. "Just take off my head and then you can hang me up in the pantry to bleed from the hook we installed last week." She motioned weakly with her head insofar as she could move it.
"Honey, I'll have to gut you tonight or you'll be spoiled by morning. There really is much more to it than that."
Dan tried to remove the handcuffs, but she jerked her arms around violently in protest to prevent him from freeing her.
"Alison, I don't have time for this," Dan sighed. "I have to go to bed, now let me get you out of that and we can have a nice pleasant night, and tomorrow evening I promise I will do everything you want. OK, honey, please?"
Alison was adamant. "I'm not moving until you cut my head off." Somehow this seemed rational to her at the time.
"OK, have it your way," Dan shrugged in irritation. He walked heavily to the bedroom and left Alison to her uncomfortable fate.
An hour later a faint voice drifted across the house. "Dan, honey, could you release me now, please?"
II
Liz had never aspired to be a sex toy, but she took to the life quite rapidly. There had been some rough moments in the beginning. Nate's girlfriends and later wives had not always treated her well, but more often than not, she found the life fulfilling such as it was.
Neither of them had really planned it. The day Nate had removed her left leg, she had been nervous and afraid. But she was a willing participant in the plan, including the part that had the rest of her following the severed limb into the freezer within a month.
Nate had just finished his surgery course, and his skill was obvious in the result of his first amputation. Liz examined the smooth curve of her pelvis and hip. It truly did appear that she had never had a leg at all. The first leg was off on Wednesday, and Nate lost no time in removing the second leg the following day. He planned to leave her arms for a week or so, but sex with a one-legged woman was awkward at best, so he restored her symmetry with due haste.
It was, of course, some distress to Liz that her husband Nate had a peculiar aversion to feet. She had been somewhat proud of her delicate and shapely feet, but Nate, although polite about it, was not interested in them. For this reason, Liz had concocted the trade with her neighbour and friend Alison.
The single-legged Liz had spent most of Thursday consoling the nervous Alison. Alison's fate was expected to be much less gradual. Her husband was planning to behead her that evening. Dan had convinced her to go along, and she was being the dutiful wife, but she was terrified. She had done everything correctly, the fasting, the bodily purification, even the ritual sex, but it was a struggle for her to get through her last day. Liz, for her part, was anticipating the removal of her other leg that evening, but she was somehow much more at peace with the process.
In any case, during their mutual sympathy sessions, it had come out that Nate disliked feet and Dan was averse to liver and other such organs. That is when Liz had suggested the trade that left Dan with her hands and feet in exchange for Nate's receiving Alison's liver, kidneys, and spleen. It seemed a fair trade, and both women above all wished for their bodies to bring joy to someone.
And so Alison went home to her fate with Liz's foot and a promise of more to come. Dan was expected to send over the organs when they had been extracted.
The severing of Liz's second leg went without a hitch that evening, and there was even a little bit of very careful sex. Liz enjoyed the lightness she felt after the removal of much of her body mass. She enjoyed the partial helplessness. But it was nothing compared to what would come later.
Needless to say, Liz was astonished on Friday morning when a distraught Alison arrived on her doorstep. The sleep-deprived neighbour was now more distressed by the continuation of her life than he had been by its expected termination the previous evening. The mental stress of anticipating this end had been prolonged a day, and it was too much for her. On the good side, she relayed that Dan had enjoyed the bartered foot immensely.
Eventually, Alison took a second foot home, and Liz never saw her again, so she assumed that she had been snuffed successfully. She was not certain until several days later when Dan brought over a bowl full of internal organs. Liz felt a special sort of orgasmic terror looking at the remains of her friend. But in some ways it was a relief.
Exactly a week after her first reduction, Liz was relieved of both her arms. Now her sex with Nate was a truly amazing experience. She was his to do with as he pleased, and she loved the helplessness. She loved that he could hold her in nearly any position, and she enjoyed the way he treated her. Something in her loved being thus reduced to an object.
The plan was for her to remain this way for a month. After the best month of Liz's life, Nate brought her into the kitchen planning to remove her breasts. And this is where the plan began to fall apart. Nate had everything set up, but decided to enjoy one last round of sexual joy with her breasts intact. And then that wasn't enough, and yet another round was needed. In the end, Nate gave up the plan and kept her as she was. Liz didn't mind. The prospect of living on as Nate's sex toy appealed to her.
Nothing was really decided, but month after month, Nate procrastinated her further destruction, and she enjoyed his attentions. He built a secure rack for her to hang on the bedroom wall with a clear view of the television. She watched all day and fucked all night. It was the ideal life.
This went on for about six months, after which Nate decided to begin dating again. As soon as Liz's death license had been signed, she had ceased to be a person, and, therefore, the usual rules of her marriage had ceased to apply. Nate was even at liberty to legally marry again. Despite the continuation of her existence, Liz was technically legally dead.
Nate dated for six months before marrying his girlfriend Tina. Liz didn't mind in principal, but Tina was a loathsome human being. And Tina disliked having Liz around immensely. Consequently, Tina mistreated Liz, and there was really nothing she could do about it.
During the day when Nate was away at work, Tina would beat and taunt Liz mercilessly. Nate did not approve to the extent that he was aware, but he failed to notice the majority of the abuse. Still, he must have had his own problems with Tina because less than a year after his second marriage, he had held a banquet for all of his friends. Tina had fully expected this to be Liz's last hurrah, but was shocked to find herself on the menu. Liz had even enjoyed a steak, which was the only good thing she had ever seen come out of Tina.
After Tina, widower Nate had spent some time looking for a replacement. This time he did a much better job when he brought home Angela. This beautiful blonde immediately formed a warm friendship with Liz. She did not mind Nate's use of his sex toy and even seemed to enjoy the threesome experience herself.
During the day, Angela and Liz spent their time together as companions, and Angela even took Liz down from her mounting every once in a while to engage in sexual activity without Nate's help. Liz had never expected this, but she found it very fulfilling. And so Liz was happy.
Of course, someday it would have to end. She had been nearly three years without limbs or legal life. But she knew one day she would become a dinner for Nate and his third wife. She didn't know when this day would come. She did not look forward to it, preferring to enjoy the life she led as Nate and Angela's sex toy. Still, she would be ready when the day came. And she would be delicious.