1 Name: Anonymous : 2008-08-12 13:31 [Del]
“Nice ‘n tight?”, she whispered into his ear, strapping the gasmask over his face. He hung by his arms, ,naked, suspended two feet above the black and white tiled floor by nylon bungee cords. She clung to him , swinging a little, her stilettos digging into his sides. Through the dirty lenses he looked over her shoulder, able to make out a struggling woman nude except for gray pantyhose. She was held fast to a mortuary table with the same type of cord. Beside it was a cart with a tray of various instruments. They wore a gasmask too, but it was a different type, covering only their nose and mouth. “Don’t pay attention to her, LOOK AT ME!”, she snapped. “Do you know who I am?”, she asked rhetorically , “I’m your wife, your poor and ailing wife, who was sooo good to you. Do you know what ‘s wrong with me ?” He didn’t respond, expecting her to go on. “Answer me!”
“C-canc-er…”, he got out.
“What? I cant understand you at all, you need to enunciate baby…”, she cooed, swinging a little harder.
“…Cancer.”, he said firmly trembling.
“Good, but you neglected to mention the type , its just every one known to man-FUCKING KIND!” She used to be a beautiful woman, but now she was skeletal and frail. There were dark circles around her eyes, and they were sunken deep into her skull. Her once waist length hair was completely gone now. She wore dark pantyhose with matching stiletto heels; they way they fit her showed how thin she had become. She was topless except for a heavy rubber apron that revealed ribs showing through the skin and black shoulder length rubber gloves. “And do you know why you’re here?”
“N-no, I don’t –“
“-YES YOU DO, you know what you did to me! “, she growled, withdrawing a syringe from the aprons pocket. He knew what it contained, she’d made him watch her stick it in the side of a plastic jug of embalming fluid and fill it. “Tell mommy what you did…” Why did he do it? He knew it was a terrible thing to do, but he had no idea it would lead to this.
“I…I slept with another woman. I-I dint mean to-“
“YES but WHO?! WHO was it? It wouldn’t be so goddamn insulting if it was anyone else, but it had to be HER! I worked here for years, but she never told any of us what we were really using. The chemicals we were working with had been banned for DECADES, but they covered it up…until the sons of a bitches were found out. They made bail and we were going to stand trial, but what do you do? While I’m in the terminally ill, you somehow end up sleeping with that woman?! You said you were going to give her a piece of your mind when you left that night, I thought you were going to something stupid like kill the bitch or something, so I go after you to make sure nothing happens – and what do I find? You come to giver her a piece of your mind, you came to get a piece of her goddamn ass! What where you thinking…you…”, she trailed off, sobbing now. “ YOU SORRY BASTARD!”, she roared, her sorry quickly turning to rage. Reaching behind him she jabbed the syringe into his spine, pain flaring as the caustic embalming fluid ate at his nerves. “B-but you are sorry, aren’t you? It wasn’t entirely your fault, was it? It was her wasn’t it?”, she said. Calming a bit, she came down from him and went into a shadowy corner of the dimly lit room. She returned in a moment wheeling a large drum on a cart. “It was just by chance, by fate that I found the perfect solution. I’m amongst the dead, I’ve accepted I’m not going to make it. So I’m not going to therapy anymore, death’s the cure. You know aaall about chemistry don’t you baby, you know what this is?” He read the stenciled print on the drum, his pupils becoming pinpricks inside the mask.
“IT CANT BE, CAN IT?! THAT’S NOT POSSIBLE, ITS NOT BLOODY POSSIBLE! No-no-no-no, do you know what you’re doing? T-that shouldn’t even exist!” The Atomic Bomb, Weaponized Viral Hemorrhagic Fever (VHF), and Flesh Eating Nanomachines, are three of mankind’s most hellish weapons of mass destruction. Trioxin 245 earned the name ‘The Fourth Horseman’, in the last world war. The compound encouraged runaway nerve growth, choking the organs with them. Whereas vertebrates neurons were centralized other creatures like starfish, insects, and arachnids have them spread throughout their entire body. That’s why two halves of a starfish can live on their own or roaches can live without a head for days. Spiders insides are so wrought with ganglions that their throats are constricted by them, which is why they must drink the insides of their pray rather than chewing and swallowing them. In the same way, a victim of Trioxin 245 would have their organs constricted, but until death! The compound also had the property of bonding with the ribosome’s, the energy producing parts of cells giving them power that could last for many decades. The victim would die, and then be revived as a living corpse. They retained their memories at first, but they soon faded leaving them only with base animal instincts. And though they needed no food, they were driven to hunt anything that was alive and devour its flesh. Because the neurons were spread through their entire bodies, the destruction of their brains or hacking them to bits could not kill them. The only way was electrocution or incineration, and unless one contained the smoke incineration lead to trioxin rain that reanimated bodies in the ground and contaminated water supplies.
“Now you know what the masks are for; I’m not really going to die , I ‘m going to live –forever!! “, she giggled, taking an pick from the carts lower shelf, “And she’s going to suffer! I’m going to enjoy her flesh –and before she dies, I’m going to expose her and cremate the parts I don’t like.”
“You cant! Burning her would mean-“
“Vengeance! It’ll be such a beautiful rampage, everyone will be there!”, she laughed taking a swing at the drum, piercing it somewhere in the middle on the first try. A dark green, almost black liquid poured from the drum. It was thick and viscous like crude oil or coagulated blood. As it tiles it pooled and began releasing yellow vapors that obscured his vision. He heard gag and wheeze before collapsing to the floor with a thud, then convulse as if in a fit before going silent. He waited, muscles aching and tense, beaded up with sweat, and then –nothing happened. The vapors began to sink blanketing the floor with a thick fog that stopped just below his feet. He turned his eye to his watch, the only thing she hadn’t deprived him of. He guessed it had been over two minutes. The container had to be over fifty years old, it wouldn’t be unreasonable to believe it had become inert.
“Hello…?”, he said weakly, answered only by muffled cries from within the woman’s mask. “It looks like we’re safe, do you think you can-“, he stopped abruptly, seeing the cart shake. A hand shot from the fog and grabbed a cart leg ; seizing the top shelf, she pulled herself up. She was gasping , her eyes were rolled in the back of her head as if in orgasm, she grabbed her breast.
“I feel so s-strange, I-I f-feel …empty. I cant feel my h-heart anymore.” She staggered towards him, teetering in her heels, and falling after a few steps. Crawling on her hands and knees, she crept over to him. As she reached for his leg he struggled against the pain in his joints and tried to pull himself up. She got a hold of him anyway, and managed to stand. She put her arms around him, “I’m sorry baby, its just…”
“It must have been inert! “Oh thank god, look I-I don’t know how but I’ll make it up to you. I don’t know what to do about her, about this mess, but- “ Thrashing about wildly, he screamed as she bit deeply into his side, “FUCK! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH JESUS! WHAT THE FU-AAAAAH! ”, She grabbed so tightly he felt her nails come through the heavy rubber of her gloves and dig into his back. Suddenly she released him, he could see the veins showing in her face now.
“ It’s just that you smell, sooo good…”
“No! No! No! No! This isn’t happening Not happening! NOT HAPPENING!”
“Oh, did that hurt you? It was barely a love bite.”, she laughed, “ I just wanted to make sure you were awake…for tonight’s entertainment.” She teetered a few steps towards the table before kicking off her heels. Coming up beside the table she drew a scalpel from the tray. “Ordinarily we’d begin this sort of thing with an instrument like this.”, she said flashing the blade, “Buuuut, we all know you don’t respect procedure, protocol, and rules…” She dropped it, letting the metal ring for a moment after hitting the floor. “So we’ll start with something different.”, she said, grabbing a cordless circular saw from the carts lower shelf, “My favorite bone saw…” Starting it up she held it close to the woman’s face letting her hear strident whine of the blade and watching her hair blow about. “Where do we begin? Well, when I caught with my husband I didn’t stop you immediately, I watched you for a while. “, she said walking towards the other end of the table. “The first thing I saw you do was have him play with your feet, kiss ‘n lick ‘m”, she said licking her lips, “Wasn’t that always our favorite game, honey? Since you like them so much, this cut’s just for you.” The blade glided effortlessly through the woman’s ankle, spotting his wife’s face with blood. Picking it up she tilted her head back and let the blood still left in limb the poor into her mouth.
“Oh god nooo, what are you doing?! WHAT’S WRORG WITH YOU?!”, he sobbed. Trying to
“Are you watching? LOOK AT ME!”, she screamed, throwing the limb in his direction, before cutting into the other one, hitting the tables metal surface with a with flash of red and sparks. Rather than drinking the blood from this one she simply, swept it from the table. Blood poured from the stumps, flowing easily over the polished metal, and spilling onto the unseen floor. He couldn’t see it, but he swore he could hear it. Powering off the saw she returned it to the cart and climbed up onto the table, straddling the woman. “Now, something I want to show you…”, she said, taking a serrated hand saw from a tray. “Look at her breasts, then look at mine. I lost everything to my disease, I imagine she lured you in with the promise of big tits? Well lets take a look inside!” Seizing one of the woman’s breasts and stretching it taut, she divided it, leaving a more jagged wound than the electric saw. Pulling the halves apart she reached into the wound and withdrew something round and bloody. “See?! Fake! This woman is hollow and empty, there was NEVER any substance to her. And finally, I can get to what I really want! You said you wanted a piece of her mind, I want one too! I’ll need precision for this…” Tossing the hand saw onto the floor, she took another circular saw much smaller than the first , its blade only about the size of a large coin. “Normally I’d make an incision at the back of the skull to preserve your face, I don’t like your face. Grabbing the woman by mouth and forcing her head down, she began cutting away the skin of her forehead, before casually tearing away her scalp. Though the woman thrashed about, she kept her still enough to cut around the circumference of her skull. It fell away and skittered to the floor with a hollow clatter, revealing her brain. “This is what I’ve been waiting for…”, she said, before greedily gnawing into the woman’s frontal lobes, lobotomizing her. The woman howled in her mask before convulsing and throwing up in it, bile running down her cheeks. Wiping the blood from her face, his wife removed the woman’s mask and gingerly hopped from the table before going over to him, bringing a chair with her. This was it, he was certain he was going to die, choke on the vapors and descend into madness as one of the living dead.
“Don’t –Don’t take off my mask! Pleeeeeease! No! There’s still enough gas!”
She laughed at him, “I don’t have to. Trioxin is only dangerous if you breath it, eat it, or… touch it.” Sitting down she lifted her legs and placed her cold panty hosed feet , wet with unvaporized trioxin on his cock. Despite the display of gore and abject cannibalism he had just witnessed he couldn’t help but become hard. “Since dead men don’t cum I wanted to send you off with something.” This was it. He could scarely believe he was going to die this way, in a place like this. Well…maybe being undead wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe…
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