Writer: Auburn Shadow / Edited by G. Nic
Subject: Razor Girl
Story Codes: Lesbian, NC, Scat, Violence, Necro
Published: 09.09.2006
Link: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Polaris/www/RazorGirl.html
Art: G. Nic
Razor Girl
It took more effort to enter you with my strap-on this time my love. Even with your legs from previous spread wide, your flesh is so stiff and very cool. It feels so refreshing against mine, which is so slick and hot with perspiration as I endeavour to work it deeply and repeatedly into your cold depths.
The taste of you souring a bit, the mucous in your mouth drying. I wet your hard, protruding nipple with my saliva to prepare it for my sucking lips. Your fragrance is heady with the beginning of decomposition now. It is so personal to smell you as so.
To lick the whites of your blank, staring eyes is the personification of ecstacy itself. As I pump you and complete washing your eyes with my tongue, I suck vigorously to find any moisture which may be left deep in your nostrils. The colour of your cardboard feeling flesh is a beautiful blue grey, mottled, from the blood settling out in the tissue of your smooth, flawless skin.
I again razor cut your face, deep and deliberately. There is no blood flow now. No screaming. All that is past. Now is just quiet enjoyment. Unholy decadence. Soon, my shafting will be complete. Then I will reverse and lap at your stiff, gaping birth opening whil pumping mine, molten and slimy with my secretions, on your shredded face.
As I approach an orgasm so beautiful, I will move my lips and tongue lower from your vagina and partake more of the brown gruel your rectum continues to leak from the long since completed spasm delivered with your final breath.
I will strain and grunt and fart as I grind my sopping crotch into your cold, dead face. The offering of your colon bubbling around my buried, sucking mouth and snorting from my nose as I swallow and breath in your ambrosia of waste.
Again, my world of reality explodes around me and I lose consciousness from the orgasm that momentarily stops the heart and takes the breath away. I will sleep contented with your beautiful, mutilated corpse yet another night. Warming your cold, dead flesh in your own marriage bed.
Tomorrow, I must leave, my love. Your husband and little ones will be home from their school trip. What a surprise they will find. In one way, it was a shame that you couldn’t chaperone with your husband. That you came down with the flu. But then you answered my knock on your door, and your stay home was rewarded. For now you are forever mine, in eternal peace. I will never forget your screams and pleadings, my love. No … never.
THE END