Posted by tina on February 13, 20013 at 21:19:27:
Hi, everyone! This is the first of two suicide stories that are quite different. Enjoy!
“Julie’s Assisted Suicide”
By Tina
Julie stopped short when she saw the sign. It was a small sign in a storefront window of one of the myriad brown brick shops that lined Main Street. In fact she thought the sign must be new or she would have most certainly seen it on her way to or from work. Julie walked the same route four days a week between her apartment and the shoe store where she was employed as a sales girl.
Of course she couldn’t recall passing this particular window at two in the afternoon before. But then she had never been fired before today. “Was employed” was indeed the correct phrase as of 1:45 that afternoon.
“Getting the sack,” thought Julie despondently as she had walked slowly home.
It was her second strike of the month. The first was Susan walking out on her.
Julie was a lesbian. She was not ashamed of her sexual orientation. Although she had to admit that was why she had been fired. Julie loved to touch the feet of other women. It mattered little if the legs were fat or thin or curved so exquisitely as to make her gasp. She particularly liked to feel the lady’s hose as one hand held the back of the ankle while she deftly slid a pump on with her silver shoe horn.
Julie loved to watch the women walk in the new shoes. As the customer looked in the mirror, turning her foot this way and that way, Julie’s gaze was fixed on the lower legs and feet. The very proper shoe gal would sometimes have a small orgasm by just observing a delicate foot testing a new sandal, flat or spike heeled pump.
Ultimately that is why she had been let go. One of her customers had complained to the manager.
“This young woman has been fondling me,” the snooty bitch complained, “and to make matters worse she ogled me.”
The old hag had puffed up her chest, folded her arms and glared at the store manager. Julie had simply gazed fondly at the woman’s well-turned ankle. Her nylons were off black and her pumps were patent leather. Julie would have swooned on the spot except the manager fired her
“Miss Julie, we can not tolerate such behavior,” the manager had said, “Take your things and go!”
He pointed toward the front door.
Ironically it was the same reason Susan had given for breaking it off with Julie. Susan failed to see the need for Julie to feel up some stranger on the job when Susan was available twenty-four and seven.
Julie had no body and she had no things. She hadn’t even bothered to protest or even try to explain. The young clerk had looked at the manager and then she had turned to the customer and she had realized her situation was hopeless. As she gazed at the old woman’s eyes Julie had seen something there. The woman wanted Julie but on her own terms. She wanted to punish Julie for being presumptuous. Julie started to protest but could tell by the woman’s stern gaze that there was no hope.
Julie had dashed out of the shop. She had literally run for blocks before calm had returned. Finally she had stopped to catch her breath. That is when she had seen the sign.
“Assisted Suicide” the hand printed block letters had read.
Julie had thought of suicide even before her down turn of fortune. The thought of ending it all had crept into her head even more often since Susan had departed. It wasn’t that she was unhappy with her life but rather there was a despair that wrapped her like an itchy blanket. Now that she had lost her job and her lover that despair became a suffocating plastic bag that seemed to close around her.
“Yes, that’s it,” Julie said out loud as she looked at the sign, “I just need help.”
She pushed the door open. There was a ding as she entered the building. She walked a few feet inside the front door and stopped. She was in a large room but it was hard to really tell just how big it was. There was no furniture. The walls and ceiling were painted off-white. The room lacked any features with the exception of a door in the south wall that she now faced and a large picture window centered on the east wall to her left. There was a light green curtain that hung on the other side of the window. The curtain completely covered the polished glass. Under the window was a large round, red button with the single word “YES” printed in white on its face. The green of the curtain and red of the button were the only colors to break the monotone white of the room.
Julie gazed around the unusual room. She looked up and saw there was a large florescent light fixture, flush with the ceiling that was directly over head. The fixture held four large tubes and so the room was brightly lit. But despite the room being airy and light, Julie felt an inexplicable foreboding. The bewildered girl was trying to figure out why she had such a sense of unease when the door opened.
A tall man dressed all in white entered the room, bowed and asked, “May I help you?”
“Oh….ah…no, you can’t” Julie said nervously and turned to leave.
“But you saw our sign,” the stranger stated.
Julie had never heard such a peaceful voice. And of course he was correct, she had seen the sign. Julie turned back toward the man. He stood calmly, hands clasped in front of his body, smiling congenially at Julie.
“The sign was what caught your attention,” the man said quietly, “Was it not?”
It was such a simple sign. “Assisted Suicide” was all that had been printed on the small placard in the window. It said nothing more and yet the meaning was clear.
“Yes,” Julie responded and she barely heard the word.
He strode forward and extended a hand. Julie saw his fingernails were well manicured. His skin was scrubbed clean. Everything about the man was quite immaculate.
“Come, let me assist you,” the man in white said softly as he took hold of Julie’s hand.
“But….” Julie started to protest as she was led toward the window.
“Shhhhh,” the man said as he placed a finger on Julie’s lips.
“You have nothing to worry about,” he added in a most comforting tone as he guided Julie to the button.
“I know what you wish,” the man said softly as he placed Julie’s hand on the button, “All you have to do is press the button.”
He released her hand. Her fingers lay lightly on the red button.
“All I have to do is press the button,” Julie repeated the phrase in her mind as she gazed at the green curtain.
She was aware of her companion stepping back. The room was deathly still.
“All I have to do is press the button,” Julie said out loud and was startled by the sound of her voice.
Her lover of several years had left her and now she had been fired from her job. The fabric of her being had been ripped apart. Julie mulled the desire of life for a few brief seconds. The forlorn woman realized that the drudge of living no longer had any hold on her spirit.
“Hell, why not?” she said glibly as she pressed the red button.
She automatically closed her eyes and her whole body tensed in anticipation of this final act. At first she thought nothing had happened. Then she was aware of the hum of a motor. She opened her eyes to see the green curtain moving slowly upward. As the curtain rose Julie was able to see a white tiled floor with a silver cylinder in the middle. The bottom of the curtain was a third of the way up when she saw a pair of feet on the top of the cylinder. Then ankles tied with white cord appeared as the curtain continued to rise. This was followed by tanned thighs, dark pubic hair, a pretty navel, large breasts and a slender neck bisected by a white nylon rope. Then Julie saw the quivering chin, the screaming lips and the eyes that were wide with fear.
The curtain was all the way up and for an instant Julie watched the woman looking around. Julie saw that the cord around the woman’s neck was the loop of a hangman’s noose. The heavy knot was behind her right ear. Thirteen tight curls of rope were visible as Julie’s eyes slowly worked upward. The running end of the hanging rope was tied off on a sturdy beam above her head. Julie started to turn toward the man but he put his hands on either side of her face.
“No, you must watch,” he said quietly as he held her head firmly in his palms.
He was right of course. Julie was fully capable of closing her eyes so she would not have to watch but that was no longer an option. She had pressed the button and so she looked at the woman on the other side of the glass. Just like at the horror movies as a little girl when she had sat transfixed at the first appearance of the monster, Julie’s eyes remained wide open.
The sound of the curtain motor stopped and was immediately replaced by a faint whirring sound. The woman on the other side of the glass suddenly stood very still. She looked down at her feet and Julie followed her gaze. The silver column was slowly dropping into the floor. The woman went up on tiptoe to avoid being strangled. She looked at Julie with wide-eyed fear and screamed again.
“She can’t see us,” the man answered Julie’s question without being asked.
Despite her best effort the woman’s toes soon lost touch with the smooth top of the cylinder as it disappeared into the floor. Her legs rocked wildly and Julie could see her feet pump up and down as the woman tried to lift her body off the noose. Julie watched the toes for a long time. There was something mesmerizing about the motion that the woman’s feet and toes made as she hanged.
After a time the woman started to draw her legs up as if she were trying to step up on a safe perch. Of course her feet would quickly come back down since no purchase was available. This kicking ultimately brought Julie’s gaze upward. Julie was excited by the undulation of the large, firm breasts. The woman’s chest heaved as she had tried valiantly to draw air into her tortured lungs. That was causing a most pleasant ripple of the woman’s breasts.
“She has lovely tits,” Julie said without embarrassment.
For a second Julie’s gaze focused on the man’s faint reflection in the glass and she saw his smile. Then she looked up at the hanging woman’s neck. The dangling damsel’s head was cocked downward by the heavy knot. The front part of the noose was hidden by the woman’s chin but Julie could see the rope come up at the right side of her throat. The poor woman’s struggles had tightened the noose to the point that her neck puffed out above and below the white braided rope. The woman’s dark brown hair was tangled in the knot that was now jutting up behind her head.
Julie followed the rope up to the beam. The rope was quivering slightly. Julie was surprised that the rope was not reacting with more violence to the struggles of its pretty victim. Of course it was the rope that was in full control and not the female caught in its cruel clutch.
“She’s almost finished,” the man said, disturbing Julie’s reverie.
Julie looked at the woman’s face. Her eyes were horribly distended. Even when the woman tried to blink her eyelids hardly moved over the bulging orbs. Then her cyanotic lips had parted and her tongue began to protrude from her gaping mouth. Julie could tell she was fighting to get her tongue back inside her lips but the bloated appendage slid further out with the final tightening of the noose. Drool began to run down the woman’s tongue as it hung out over her lover lip.
Julie’s gaze moved slowly down to the woman’s pussy. Her upper thighs were still lifting a little as the woman tried desperately to relieve the terrible bite of the rope. Then yellow pee began to spray out from her brown pubic hair. That was the end. The woman’s body shuddered once and then dangled limply from the white cord.
Julie looked at the gaping mouth; she saw the dangling tongue, the erect nipples and the urine soaked thighs. The curtain came back down and slowly covered each of the dead woman’s features as it lowered back into place. Then Julie saw her own reflection in the glass and her right hand went up to cover her gaping lips.
“Are you ready my dear?” the man in white inquired as he took Julie’s left hand.
Julie looked at the green curtain. She shifted uneasily. Somehow she had not been prepared for the erotic nature of it all. Now, standing there nude with her ankles and wrists tightly tied she had the most wonderful tingling sensation inside her body. She shifted again and felt the noose around her neck. Julie was surprised at how smooth the loop of nylon cord felt against her skin. Of course there was the anticipation of it all. It added such a marvelous quality of suspense to the act. Julie had no idea how long she would stand facing the green curtain before someone would press the red button.