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Subject: {ASSM} Thus Spake Zarathustra (rache18us@yahoo.com) F/F, M/FF, Rom, Cons, BDSM, Philosophy
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Disclaimer: Originally intended as a duet, I ended up writing this all
by my lonesome. So it is mine, inspired by a friend whom I hope I
haven't offended by posting. I sat on it for a year. I think it'll be
all right. Please do not repost to any other forum without my
permission. I mean it, I probably can't do anything about it, but I
have some good friends in Oregon. Angry young men with spray paint.
Why take the chance?

Intended for adults only. Intended for adults with some degree of
intelligence. Intended for intelligent adults with open minds.

Something like that. 

***WARNING: Extreme themes; implied Snuff & Cannibalism***
but still a pretty good story I think...Good Sex!!

Written May 2002 in Seattle

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Untitled as yet (Herd Animal? Thus Spake Zarathustra? Evilution?)
fiction by Rachael

I was in the library, not unusual for me by any means, but my panic
was. It was finals season, the nightmare every college girl faces come
mid-May. I had notes to arrange, formulae to memorize, and a reading
list a mile long. And, like all freshman, I had no idea of the
cutthroat business finding the necessary resources was. I'd put off
too many things, convinced myself I had plenty of time, And now,
staring at the pigeon scrawl notes underlined 4 times (!!!!) on the
inside of my notebook, I began to realize that flunking Philosophy 102
was a very real possibility. If I wasn't so tense I might have thought
it funny that I could probably compute the exact odds for my
statistics course. 

But I was tense; so I didn't even smile when I saw her looking at me.
Not in that overt sexual way my drama professor does, but in a
friendly 'it can't be that bad!' kind of way. A sympathy smile. I
ignored it, wondering whom I could call; did I even have any friends
who knew that Frederick Nietzsche was a moralist? Did they even know
he was dead??

Like me, I thought glumly and put my forehead down on the cold hard
table top, dead.

She sat down next to me, barely beating some geek who was clawing for
desk space. "Hi, don't I know you?" She said it brightly, with just
the right touch of confidence, like maybe she really did.

"I don't think so." I lifted my head and looked at her. She seemed
vaguely familiar; she was attractive enough that I'd have pegged her
as a threat if my boyfriend were around. But the kitten inside me was
buried anyway; it probably wouldn't have mattered. I couldn't place
her and I dropped my head again.

"No, I guess not," she said finally. I expected her to leave, but she
didn't. "Anyway, what's wrong? You look like someone ate your last
bite of ice cream." I could hear the supportive smile in her voice and
the thought of gorging myself on gallons of chocolate ice cream forced
an unwanted smile to my face as well.

I propped my head on my chin. "Do you have "Thus Spake Zarathustra"
handy?" I was making little circles with my index finger on the
tabletop in front of my nose.

"The music or the book?" 

This surprised me and I sat up a little straighter, brushing a wisp of
black hair from my eyes.  "The book, or Cliff's Notes, or...Anything!"
I was clutching at her with my voice, even to myself it sounded
desperate. I was almost ashamed of myself in a way.

"Wellll..." She drew the word out slowly and my heart sank. That's
never a good sign, is it? I expected something like: I had it, but
then I loaned it to my roommate last week and she gave it to her
boyfriend, and his dog ate it. Woof! One big bite out of Rachael's
GPA. 

"I don't have it exactly, a friend of mine does. But I'm sure he'd let
you borrow it." She was still smiling, as if she'd read my mind and
were secretly pleased she could tease me in that small way. But that
thought blew through my mind unnoticed and meaningless. 

"Really? Are you sure? He wouldn't mind, I mean he'd really let me
borrow it?" I was talking faster, moving my hands with newfound
energy, determined not to let my new best friend off the hook.

She giggled lightly. "Yes, I'm sure he would." She paused, "Want me to
call him? Just take a minute."

So off we went, outside into the lobby and I watched while she used
the pay phone there. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but she
looked happy, almost relieved by whatever was being said to her. A
couple times she looked at me, smiling but there was something else,
almost judgmental about it. Well, I guess that's to be expected,
loaning a stranger a book. The world wasn't exactly a friendly place
anymore, one had to be cautious.

"It's all set," she said as she hung up the phone. "But he has one
condition."

Uh-oh, I thought, here it comes. He's probably some geek grad student
who can't get a date, who else would have a copy of Nietzsche lying
around? I guess the look on my face said everything, or else she's
really, really good at reading people. Probably a little of both I
thought.

"No, he doesn't want a date. Not like that. Just dinner." I rolled my
eyes. "With both of us! Silly!" She was laughing at me. "Don't worry,
you'll love it, he's fantastic in the kitchen!" She lowered her voice
into a conspiratorial whisper, "and pretty damn hot in bed too!"

I jerked my head back slightly, "I'm not...I mean, ummm...ok." What
could I say? She didn't call him her boyfriend, but she slept with
him? It was curious, and slightly arousing I admit. It had been a long
time since I'd seen my boyfriend and right then I knew it had been too
long!

"Come on, let's go to his place now, we'll plunder his bar and fire up
the Jacuzzi, it'll be great."

I looked at my watch, barely after one in the afternoon, and then back
into the chaotic library. No sense wasting more time in there, I
thought. "Sure, why not? God knows I need a break right now." 

"There ya go!" She slipped her arm through mine and everything was
okay, for the first time since I woke up that morning, I had a genuine
smile on my face.

As we made our way off-campus and into the neat shaded avenues, I
tried to find out more about our mysterious would-be host, but she
seemed reluctant to talk about him. There was a certain, vulnerability
I sensed, but she hid it well and I wondered what it meant. She'd only
speak of him in the most general terms, but always punctuated with a
respect, or more than that, awe perhaps. She called him her Master,
but when I asked her about it she told me I'd misheard her. 

"He's my mentor." She corrected me quietly. When I asked what subject,
she told me "He tutors me in life."

More and more curious. I shrugged my shoulders wondering if meeting
this mystery man would somehow live up to my growing expectations. It
certainly appeared that he had some kind of hold over my new friend
and I wondered if that was a good or a bad thing, it seemed impossible
to tell. She was a contradiction and she seemed visibly relieved when
I changed the subject.

The house was typical of the neighborhood, old and austere, pleasantly
large without being overbearing. The yard was neat, with a high hedge
in the front and a tasteful privacy fence guarding any view I might
have of the back. We walked up the steps and into the house without
knocking, my friend leading the way. It was obvious she was very
comfortable here, quite at home I thought. The furnishings were
pleasant enough and we made our way from the front door to the back
door with only small quick glances into the rooms we passed. The book
I needed so badly was sitting on a small table next to a telephone in
the wide hallway. She picked it up and handed it to me with a smile. I
smiled back and clutched it to my breast as we left the house into a
spacious backyard.

The garden dominated everything; a lush landscape of fruits and
vegetables arranged not so much in rows, but more as a natural
cornucopia of colors and textures. It was wonderful and I commented on
it to my friend, but found my voice cut off as he appeared from the
midst of that unexpected treasure. He was a man, to be sure and the
kind meant for honest work outside. He wore simple work clothes, but
his powerful body seemed to resist such mundane constraints. His
chambray shirt was damp with perspiration and the rolled up sleeves
gave his powerful forearms an excuse to flex as he hefted a large
basket in his two hands. It was filled to overflowing with nearly
every vegetable I could name and many I couldn't. I had stopped
moving, stopped breathing I think. The only way I knew I was alive was
the beating of my heart as it quickened.

She gripped my arm and leaned into me. "Ready to be tutored?" she
giggled and I let out the breath I was holding.

He called out a gentle hello, and gestured with the basket. We waited
until he was closer, setting the basket down on the ground and
straightened, taking off his garden gloves and pushing them in his
back pocket. She introduced me as Rachael and I stood there nervous as
a young doe while he closed my hand in both of his.  The touch was
soft, he seemed to envelope me with his presence and I could only
stand there and nod and smile while she explained our meeting.

"I see you found the book alright." He said, dropping his gaze to my
chest briefly.

"Yes, oh, thank you so much! You really saved my life today!" I was
gushing, but I couldn't help it.

"Least I could do, not every day I get to save the life of a pretty
coed." He grinned at me. "Besides, I need something to help my karma
out, right? So really, you're doing me a favor."

"Well, regardless, I owe you."

"No, you don't owe me anything except dinner." He turned to my friend.
"Why don't you show her the Jacuzzi and I'll get..." He grunted softly
as he picked up the basket, "...these into the kitchen." he looked at
me again smiling, "I'll be right back, don't you run away!"

We watched as he disappeared through the door and I brought my hand to
my mouth, biting my knuckles with a soft groan. "Oh - My - God!"

"Yeah. Come on, Jacuzzi's over here." she tugged at my sleeve and I
followed reluctantly, keeping my head turned and staring at the empty
doorway. She seemed mildly annoyed, a little catty? Well, who could
blame her, but she brought me here! I really wasn't caring what she
thought anyway, the words 'I'll be right back' were still ringing in
my ears.

The patio was nice and the hot tub already working softly, invisible
jets of warm water rippling the surface. It looked very inviting and
it occurred to me I'd forgotten my swimsuit. I looked at my friend and
saw she wasn't too concerned over such formalities. She had slipped
off her blouse and was unbuttoning her pants; I shrugged and glanced
back at the house. "When in Rome..." I said with a smile and unzipped
my skirt, slipping out of it and folding it over a wooden deck chair.
I kicked off my shoes and started unbuttoning my blouse, but she moved
closer and replaced my fingers with hers.

"Here, let me help you." she whispered. She undressed me slowly and I
watched her face as she watched her hands working the buttons free one
at a time. She had a certain look, a hunger I think, which surprised
me. Like a child opening a gift maybe and hoping she'll be pleased,
like an air of nervous expectation. I felt myself giving in to the
sudden urge to comfort her, let her know it was okay. I wasn't going
to reject her; I started thinking I finally understood what was going
on. 

I lifted my hands to her bare hips, just above the waistband of her
panties and gave her a soft squeeze. She was thin, even more so than
my 5'4" 105lb frame, but beautiful nonetheless. It was her sense of
vulnerability, a slight detachment from the world around her perhaps,
that attracted me to her suddenly. Her Master, or Mentor, or whatever
she wanted to call him had certainly put me in a mood. I wondered idly
if I could have them both, if this wasn't their intention from the
first. It was a curious seduction that had worked to perfection.

I gasped when her hand slipped inside my blouse and cupped my bare
breast. She ran her thumb over my hardening nipple, and then held it
in her hand, as if weighing it. A cloud seemed to pass over her
features and I wished my breasts were larger for the thousandth time
since 8th grade. But the look was quickly forgotten and she moved her
mouth close to mine, so her sweet breath was on my lips. A light kiss
at first and then I was moving my hands to the small of her back,
pulling her closer and yielding my mouth to her delicate tongue.

"Hey! What's going on here? Dessert already?" He was laughing, his
voice friendly and teasing. We broke our kiss and I sensed she wanted
to move away, but I held her tightly.

"I was just trying to thank her for helping me." I replied, and then
looking into her eyes, "Thank you." I whispered, kissing her again and
this time it was my tongue parting her lips, pushing inside to feel
the hard sharpness of her teeth and the warmth of her mouth.

"Why don't you go fix us something to drink and let me see if I can
manage to get Rachael into the hot tub!" He gave her panty-clad ass a
little swat as she moved silently past him. But I was focused on him
now.

"Oh? Think you can do better?" I laughed while I watched him undress.
He took his time and I knew my body was betraying me. "What is a guy
like you, doing with a book like that?" I pointed at the wooden picnic
table where my purse lay on top of old Freddie's black and white face.

"The will to power, ever heard of that?" He was removing his shirt.

"What? Uh, I'm sorry." I felt my sex itching between my thighs and I
leaned back against the Jacuzzi, spreading them slightly, wondering if
the wetness had spotted my panties. "Like some people are naturally
superior, the so-called supermen who aren't bound by morality?"

"Oh," he said as he unbuttoned his trousers, "there's still a
morality. But it's the morality of the individual as opposed to the
morality of the herd."

God! The outline of his penis was plainly visible through his briefs.
"And you suggest the individual should take his place over the group?
Don't you think we have an obligation as individuals to improve
mankind as a whole?"

"An obligation? A moral imperative? The herd would think so, and
that's the argument of the group. But perhaps mankind is only
benefited through the advancement of the individual. Darwinism on a
moral level." He hooked his thumbs into his underwear and pulled them
down, I held my breath as I watched. "Ready to get in?" He gestured at
the hot tub and I blushed, looked down and finally pulled my panties
down my legs, kicking them off, not really caring where they landed.

We slipped into the water together, sitting very close. His arm seemed
to go naturally around me and my hand found it's way on the inside of
his strong thigh. "But the group is necessary for survival of the
species." I countered. "Individuals will not survive, regardless of
their superior or not morality, without consent and support from the
'herd' as you call it."

His hand was slipping down, under my arm to press against my breast.
He kneaded the firm flesh roughly, making me moan softly while I
stroked his lengthening manhood. "The herd survives precisely because
individuals are willing to sacrifice themselves in the name of new
morality. To change themselves and the group consciousness, to
challenge humanity to improve itself." He was sliding up the smooth
tub to sit on the broad flat rim. He guided me with his hands so I was
kneeling between his spread legs. I moved my mouth to his flat stomach
and kissed it.

I looked up at him, sliding my hands up and down his erection, "So in
that context you could argue Jesus Christ was a 'Superman'" I opened
my mouth and took the swollen head between my lips, swirling my tongue
around it and sucking softly.

"Yessss..." His hands were in my hair, pulling it back and twisting it
into a loose ponytail so he could watch me suck his cock. "Jesus was a
Superman by Nietzsche's standards, but only within the framework of
his time." 

I moved my lips lower and his cock nudged the back of my mouth,
bringing a tiny gag reflex. I backed off him slowly, keeping my lips
in a tight O until I could kiss the tip and look up at him. "So you
say that once the herd caught up with Jesus' new morality, it became
the herd morality and became an instrument of stagnation, rather than
maturity."

"Exactly." He pushed my head back onto his cock and I began sucking
him again, working my fist up and down the hard shaft my lips couldn't
reach. It was beautiful in my mouth and I savored his precum as he
started moving his hips slightly, pushing inside and meeting my hunger
until my throat opened for him and his thickness pushed inside me
completely. He held me there, my soft throat muscles rippling like
butterflies around his penis. "See? It's not so hard, is it?"

He'd let me up for a quick breath before I took him inside again,
easier this time, relaxed against the pleasant discomfort. I heard the
tinkling of glasses and he spoke to my friend. "No, I don't think we
want to drink the Zinfandel just now, it's much to dry. More for
dinner I think." She tried to interrupt him, but he cut her off.
"Let's just skip drinks, get in the water's fine...I think you deserve
a little reward too" 

I could sense his smile and I was pleased with his words. I made room
for her between his legs and felt her cheek next to mine. I pulled my
mouth away and kissed her, pushing my tongue inside her mouth for a
long heartbeat before relinquishing her to his hard cock. She slipped
her mouth around him and I watched, licking my lips as she moved,
knowing so much better than I exactly what he liked. His breathing
quickened and he rocked himself into her face. I rubbed my burning
sex, slipping a finger inside and moved my other hand to hers. She was
kneeling, leaning over and I slid my fingers between the twin globes
of her ass, across her rosebud anus and between the slippery fold of
her cunt. She was moaning around his cock as I pushed two fingers
slowly inside, twisting them and curling to rub her sweet spot from
the inside.

His hands were on her head and he was close, any moment she was going
to make him cum for her and I wanted her to join in him. I moved my
body so I could lick down her creamy slit, sliding my pink wet tongue
between her plump labia and tasting her for the first time. I flicked
my tongue across her clit and gripped the insides of her thighs
tightly, digging my nails into the soft flesh. She reached back,
making a fist in my hair and pulled my mouth hard against the fire of
her sex. I stabbed my stiff tongue inside, wriggling it when it would
go no further. My nose was pressed against her ass, her juices smeared
around my cheeks and chin. I worked her labia between my lips,
pinching them gently and then using my teeth to softly chew. I sucked
her hard little clit and pushed my fingers back inside. She was
writhing, bucking herself back against me and the soft mewling sounds
escaping from her mouth were sweet music on the warm spring air.

He started cumming, pulling her head close, her face pressed to his
body as he groaned loudly, urging her on in low guttural voice. A
moment later her own climax peaked, her back arching and her body
shivering delightfully as I wrapped my arms around her thighs, keeping
my hungry lips pressed to her sex as a tangy-sweet flood filled my
mouth. I held her like that until her body relaxed, her breath coming
more slowly. I was lapping at her lightly, avoiding her charged
clitoris, just running my tongue lightly around her sex the way I like
it. When I let her go she turned around, hugging me and we kissed
leisurely, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. I could taste him on
her tongue and I knew she could taste herself on mine. The mixture was
intoxicating and when we paused our breathing was ragged, our eyes
glazed with the unexpected passion.

A few moments later we were all three sitting close together in the
wonderfully hot water. The caressing invisible jets massaging my body,
and I languished lazily on one side of him, while my friend curled
beneath his other arm. He stroked us both like pet kittens that've
just had a deep bowl of warm milk.

My mind slowly returned to our previous conversation. "So do you
postulate yourself as a so-called Superman?" I ran my nails along his
chest and looked up at his smiling face.

My friend giggled and he shushed her with a soft finger to her lips.
"Do I push the limits of morality? I try, my dear, but I'm afraid I'm
far too much of a hedonist to attempt improving on mankind just yet."
He looked thoughtful. "But perhaps that is how it happens,
accidentally, the unintentional law of cause and effect."

"Mmmm...and how do you push the limits of morality? Sex in a hot tub?"
I laughed, "Hardly something to set the herd on edge I would think."

"Are you part of the herd, Rachael?" He stared at me and I felt
suddenly uncomfortable. I didn't know what he was looking for, or even
what I was looking for. A touch of panic rose inside me, but I
couldn't name the source.

"I don't know, I've...I don't know." I heard the resignation in my
voice and it depressed me. Was I really just another woman? Striving
to find my own unique identity and failing, like the vast majority of
mankind? I tried to think of something that would set me apart, which
would elevate me in his eyes. For some reason that seemed very
important just then, that he would find in me a sense of worth. I
looked at the girl on his other arm and he followed my gaze.

"She was part of the herd, when I found her. Weren't you fuckmeat?" He
squeezed he breast hard enough to leave pale impressions on her warm
blushing skin.

"Yes Master." she whispered, and moved even closer to him, staring at
me with a soft smile playing on her lips.

If his words were meant to shock me, I gave no clue of it. "And now?
What is she now?" I asked softly.

"She's my witness, for the moment." He pushed her away from him.
"Stand up girl."

I watched as the lithe beauty stood slowly, stepping from the deep
basin onto the submerged ledge beside him so that the water lapped at
her knees. "Do you see this mark?" He put both of his hands on her
body, his thumbs pointing towards a fresh looking scar just above her
shaven sex. He pulled at the flesh, causing her to thrust her hips and
expose herself to him even further. "I branded her. I captured her,
tamed her, and made her mine."

I didn't know what to say, so I sat there staring at the intricate
designed burned into the girl's body. I felt a little heat of my own
and found my fingers traveling to a similar spot between my legs.

"I'm his meat." She looked at me, calm and content when she spoke. "I
used to be like you, wondering who I was, asking meaningless questions
all the time. Why, when, how, what. He rescued me from that
emptiness." She moaned softly as he rubbed his fingers across her soft
sex. "When he's done with me, when I'm ripe and full of life, when I'm
ready to be harvested, he'll take me. He'll bleed me until I'm dead
and celebrate me with a feast." Her eyes glowed as she said this and
while my mind told me she spoke in metaphor, my heart wasn't so sure.

"He'll...eat you?" I asked dumbly, turning my face to look at him.

"Does that surprise you Rachael?" He asked softly.

My heart was beating faster; this conversation was confusing, making
no sense. It was like being confronted with something so
preposterously out of place that it became invisible. You looked right
past it as if it wasn't there, even as your senses assaulted you with
proof.

"It excites you doesn't it? Should I kill her now?" He looked at the
girl shivering slightly on his digging fingers. "She's still green and
immature, but no doubt her emotions, her desire would add a flavor
most delightful."

Suddenly he shoved three fingers inside her wet pussy and hooked them,
pulling her down painfully so she shrieked. He grabbed her tightly by
his other hand, around the back of her neck and plunged the terrified
girl headfirst into the water. His strong arms held the struggling
girl easily and he looked at me above her thrashing form. "Answer me
Rachael, I'm afraid she didn't get much of a breath."

I watched astonished, frozen by my surprise and confusion. I found
this fascinating somehow, that he could have such control over her.
That he was so confident in himself, and I realized, in me as well.
The idea of watching someone die, of participating by my own inaction
sent a chill through me. My nipples hardened and my breath caught in
my throat. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her writhing, distorted
form as she slowly drowned.

"No..." I repeated it louder, "No! Don't kill her yet."

He pulled her up quickly, letting her gasp and spit out water. Her
eyes were bleary and her body shuddered as she began coughing weakly.
He pushed her to me and I caught her awkwardly in my arms. "You're
perfect for each other," he said as he got out of the tub. "I'm going
to get some things, think about what you just said."

I stroked her wet stringy hair from her eyes and looked at him. "What
did I say?"

"Don't kill her ... yet." He emphasized the word 'yet' and walked away
with a soft chuckle, brushing at the beads of water clinging to his
body and letting the warm air do the rest.

As I held the girl in my arms, I wondered at what I'd meant. Had I
made a conscious decision to say that one simple word? Did it mean I
accepted her death as inevitable, or did it mean that yes, I wanted to
see her die? I pictured myself sitting at his table, pushing my fork
into a deliciously browned breast, stuffed with herbs and seasonings
from his garden. How would she taste? How would my conscience, my very
soul react to such a thing? This was a new morality; a taboo once
crossed becoming an abyss into...what? My mind wouldn't let me travel
that far, I couldn't predict how I would be changed; nothing in my
life had prepared me for such discoveries.

She looked up at me and I ran my hand across her body, around her
breasts and between her spread legs. "You shouldn't have stopped him."
She whispered. "It's what I want."

I kissed her tenderly and bit her lip, drawing a spot of blood.
"You're not ripe yet." And I could feel myself changing. It had
started; like a fire ignited and my curiosity was the only fuel it
needed. It blazed as I considered what this girl meant to me; this
witness, this symbol of the herd who had lured me here to her own near
destruction. "Lick me, fuckmeat." Speaking those words filled me with
a sense of power, a sweet affirmation that I was no longer of the
herd, but something more. I pulled her on top of me, so I could lie on
the wide ledge surrounding the Jacuzzi. I spread my legs and pushed
her face down to my burning sex.

As her tongue worked across my clit and into my heat I closed my eyes
and kept my hands in her hair, not so much guiding her now, merely a
reminder that I was in control. That she was servicing me; I didn't
care what she wanted now. She wasn't my friend, not even a stranger.
She was meat. I said it aloud, calling her meat over and over as I
moaned and rocked my hips to her loving mouth. 

As my orgasm approached I barely realized he was back, setting some
things on the picnic table, but I didn't bother to look. I was
enjoying myself too fully, too completely. He moved her slowly,
turning her so we could perform a desperate 69 for his amusement. She
was excited as much as I, and I pressed my tongue inside the girl's
wetness with abandon, matching her eager lust. I wanted to devour her
then, to gorge myself on her sweet meat. Her fingers pried at my
flesh, even as my own pulled and prodded her soft thighs wider; to
give me more access to the sweet tangy taste uniquely hers.

I didn't really notice at first, nor did I care when I did, that he
was moving us. Positioning us as if for some strange ritual. My arms
went around her waist and he knotted my wrists together at the small
of her back so that I held her tightly. He next bound my legs, tied at
the ankles and knees so that I trapped her wonderfully digging mouth
to my quivering sex. We rolled over clumsily and my arms and legs were
caught beneath her uncomfortably, but what a delicious game this was.
Part of me began to wonder at what he was up to, but as the fire
ripped though my loins I lost interest in everything but her mouth on
me, and my tongue buried inside of her. He finished by binding her the
same way he had me, quickly and efficiently so that we could not have
avoided our cunnilingus if we'd wanted to. 

It was almost suffocating and my ragged breath was hot between her
tight thighs. Then I felt something new, his penis pushing it's way
past her mouth, between my nether lips and nudging into my sex. I
moaned loudly and tried to thrust against this exquisite bondage, held
by cord and flesh, but I couldn't. I was helpless, begging with
muffled sighs and groans as he teased me before slowly filling my
vagina with his swollen member. Her mouth stayed on me, lapping at my
clit as it throbbed mercilessly. He fucked me roughly and tenderly at
turns, silently, wordlessly; content to listen to our soft murmured
pleasure. I orgasmed quickly, shivering and digging my nails into the
girl I was bound to, stabbing into her soft thin skin while the twine
bit painfully into my wrists.

But soon after he withdrew, and I gasped at the terrible emptiness his
action produced. I'd wanted to feel him erupting inside me, flooding
my womb with his potent seed. My feverish brain was lost to reason. We
were two of a kind, him and I, we should consummate this discovery,
raise a family of individuals, feed off the herd and lust after life.
Visions of a new society, raised on this philosophy spilled out of the
fire in my belly. I tried to explain this, to mouth the words
uselessly into my lover's cunt, but all I could hear was the rasp of
my breath and the pounding of my heart.

He guided his cock across my face now, his cockhead splitting her
swollen labia even as I sucked them gently. I licked and kissed his
slick shaft as he pushed into her and I could feel her mouth lifting
slightly from my sex as she vented her immediate pleasure. I was
jealous, wondering why he would do this, take his pleasure from meat
when I was here with him. I sucked and bit at her clitoris savagely,
wanting to punish her even as he brought her to the peak with his
thrusting. She was cumming suddenly and he buried himself into her
until he could reach no further. My head was trapped, looking down at
them joined while I tickled and sucked at their union.

He cut her legs free at the knees, keeping her ankles bound, and told
her to spread her legs; he was freeing me at last.  She did so and I
moaned as the pressure on my head and neck was released. I lifted my
mouth and savored the fresh cool air; I filled my lungs with it. I
began to smile as my head cleared, looking forward to the next
surprise this day had in store. I was hoping I would watch him butcher
the girl; I wanted to see and learn from that experience. I wanted to
be baptized in her blood and I was about to speak when he lifted my
head by the hair and drew the razor sharp edge of the knife across my
throat.

I didn't make a sound; I only stared into his eyes and waited. 

The end
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