Posted by Sawney Beane on September 17, 2007 at 23:16:35:
The Collected Works of Sawney Beane: Volume #157
Love Eternal
by Sawney Beane
10 September 2007
(Idea: 26 November 1998)
958 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 those ideas that sit in the back of your head for a long time. Now I finally get around to it. Wonder if it's worthwhile.
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Martin and Deb had the whole morning perfectly planned. There was no question of "why?" The "why" was obvious. Deb and Martin loved each other, and that was enough. They knew they had to maintain their love. And they had to ensure that their love would never diminish. Of course, sacrifices would have to be made, but that was all a part of giving yourself to another person. And they ensured the eternal nature of their love in the only way they knew how.
Martin had set up most of the provisions over the weekend. He had found the extra-large pine box. He had lined it with comfortable pillows. He had dug the hole deep into the ground and rigged all of the non-traditional apparatus. He had even carved the stone. It had taken him forever to chip out the crude lettering, but it was finally finished. And Deb was delighted when she saw it.
She had handled their wardrobe. Deb wore a long white dress, which tastefully displayed her figure. It was a wedding dress of sorts, but there was no veil. Deb wanted to see where she was going very clearly. For Martin she had picked out black jeans, and a black short-sleeved shirt with a black tie. They had to look right after all.
They walked hand in hand to the site in the woods that morning and didn't bother to lock the door to the house. They smiled at each other and kissed while they walked. Love can make you do strange things.
They arrived at the site, and Deb looked down into the large pillow-lined box. Martin helped her climb down into the hole, and he climbed in with her after making a few last-minute checks of the apparatus. Everything was in order.
They kissed once more in the sunlight before they reclined on the subterranean bed. Martin pulled the cover of their coffin shut and kissed her in again in the twinkling twilight coming from a constellation of tiny holes in the wood.
"Are you ready, dearest?" Martin asked?
"Yes, I am ready to be yours forever," replied Deb melodramatically.
Martin pulled the cord. Not much happened at first, just the small clink of the gate snapping open. At first Martin was afraid that something had malfunctioned. But the large wooden slope next to the gravesite slowly released its contents, and a muddy avalanche of dirt eventually slid through the wooden gate and filled the deep grave.
After the loud roar of falling earth, there was sudden silence. And the twilight had disappeared. Now there was only darkness. Deb twisted closer to him. They were trapped, and there would be no rescue. She pressed her body against his and melted into him. No regrets.
The breathing tube was functioning. A plastic hose would ensure that they would not suffocate prematurely. Martin had even remembered to bring along several large containers of water and a long sharp knife. They could survive long enough. They took their time.
Deb kissed Martin. Tears of joy were forming on her face. They could not see each other in the dark, but their love lit the way. The sense of touch was strong, and the coffin chamber was large enough. They found their way out of their clothing, Deb not even regretting the discarding of her well-thought out sartorial plan. Skin was all they needed now. To end their lives as they had begun: nude, in darkness, and embraced with love.
The lovers explored their bodies as if they had never seen them before. Indeed, they did not see them now. But touch, taste, and smell were enough. Eventually, Martin found the entrance, and crossed the threshold.
Deb was normally inhibited in her love-making, but today no one would hear her scream. She let herself range free. Their love was wild, desperate, and above all loud. Perfection.
And the truly odd thing about this session was the free use of teeth. Martin dug his jaws into Deb's shoulder and didn't let go until he tasted her hot blood. She screamed in pain and delight and chomped down on his nipple, tearing flesh and making him scream in ecstasy. So it continued, with the passionate violence ever increasing. He tore her breasts, and she dug her fingernails deep into his back. The long bloody trails across his spine ached as he dug his teeth into her arm.
At last, orgasm tore through both bodies. It was his first and her last of the day. At the height of her passionate spasms, she screamed "Now, now, I love you!"
As instructed, Martin clamped his jaws around her throat and ripped through skin and sinew. Blood spurted all over his face as she continued to ride the waves of her final ecstasy.
And suddenly it was over. She stopped mid scream and her head flopped to the side on the pillows. The only movement of her body was a slight trickle of blood from her ruined neck and a slight twitching in her genitals.
Martin sighed. He felt the warm stickiness of their commingled blood on his body. He touched her warm motionless flesh and massaged her bloody breasts. He idly chewed on soft parts of her slumbering body. And then he picked up the knife and finished the job. No one heard his string of amorous exultations ending in the explosion of blood from the self-inflicted wound in his neck. He fell onto her and died in an eternal embrace.
Above their final resting place, someone would eventually be puzzled to find a makeshift grave surrounded with unusual arrangements and a crudely-carved stone announcing:
Debra Jean Macauley 1988 - 2007
Martin Lee Hubble 1987 - 2007
May their love live forever