Final Request
By Nancy Jackson
After standing in line for what seemed like forever, it was finally Thalia’s turn to
go in. Each year she looked forward to the eerie haunted caves in Cannon Beach. Great care
went into the elaborate costumes and décor that leant to a night filled with thrills and
chills. A thick layer of fog settled in, making it difficult to see very far in front of
her. She shivered, dressed in a shirt and denim skirt. Having spent the last hour
listening to the screams of others, she had grown impatient; now her pulse sped up as she
made her way closer into the impending darkness.
“Enter if you
dare,” a voice boomed around her. Nervously she laughed, reminding herself this was
all for fun. Shivers went up her back as she roamed the black cave. She liked to be scared
and have her adrenaline pumping through her veins. Most of her friends had said she was
childish for coming to the caves, but at twenty-two she chalked it up to a need to scream
and let loose. Besides, to her Halloween wasn’t just for kids.
“Boo!” shouted
a man dressed as a wretched troll. Thalia giggled and continued on. Cautiously she stepped
around decorated tombstones and cardboard coffins, keeping an eye out for someone ready to
pounce out of nowhere. The next corner was elaborately bedecked with skeletons, their
bones glistening ivory against a single candle. A vampire stood in the corner as still as
a statue. She reached out to touch it when it came to life and dove towards her.
“Oh no you
don’t,” Thalia said and jumped out of the way. It amazed her how realistic
everything looked. Fluorescent green lights lit her path for a short time where she passed
by goblins and Count Dracula himself. She’d always had a fantasy about the great
Dracula coming to make her one of his pale brides. In books and movies he’d always
seemed so sexy with brooding eyes that would place her under his spell.
Up ahead she could
faintly hear the cries from the few girls who had been in line with her. Off to her right
she heard a scuffing sound and a man dressed as an executioner bounded out towards her
swinging a double bladed axe.
“It is your time to
die,” the deep voiced boomed. Thalia screamed. She hadn’t been expecting him at
all and her heart did a jumpstart. The figure straightened up a moment, their eyes
connecting in a silent stare.
“Forgive me if I
startled you, I mean I know I’m supposed to but I certainly didn’t mean to
frighten you,” he said. Thalia stood speechless. There was something sincere in his
voice but it was his eyes she couldn’t look away from. His eyes were dark and
brooding, staring passed her soul.
“That’s okay,
I came here to be scared,” she replied. Her whole body trembled the longer he stared.
There was something electrifying about him. Quickly the costumed man mumbled another
apology and took off around the corner. She looked around, the fluorescent arrows pointed
for her to continue in the opposite direction, but her curiosity to follow the man took
over all sense of reason.
Carefully she made her
way in the darkness until she came upon a small roped off area of the cave. A sheet hung
over some tattered clothesline, blocking her way. Thalia peered behind it and watched the
executioner light some candles.
“I’m sorry to
have followed you,” she began. He pulled his mask off and revealed a sly yet charming
smile. “I am not sorry you followed me at all, in fact I had rather hoped you
would,” he said. Thalia walked closer until their lips almost touched.
“So you have come
to find out how it feels to die,” he asked.
“What do you
mean?” she asked, taking a step back. He laughed lightly. “I’m just staying
in character here. I was wondering if the fair maiden who is about to lose her head, would
care to spout any final requests?” Thalia enjoyed his antics and played along.
“Yes, I request the
executioner ravage my body any way he wants,” she answered.
“Very well,”
he replied. With hunger he kissed her lips, accepting her soft mouth and lips as an
invitation to go further. Beside the candles sat a mattress with velvet sheets. Above the
mattress his blade sat, attached to two metal hooks along the cave wall. Picking her up he
carried to the makeshift bed and gently placed her down, tearing away at her clothes.
Thalia stared into his eyes, excited by his power and strength. His eyes seemed to be
hypnotic and she felt lost.
“You will feel no
shame lying naked,” he ordered. With a smile she nodded her head. Taking her hands he
tied them over her onto the handle of the blade so she could not get away. The very
thought of him having complete control drove her crazy. Slowly he parted her thighs,
gently prodding his fingers along the smoothness of her pussy.
“I can tell you are
enjoying yourself, let us see how pleasure and pain work for you,” he said.
“Anything to stall
losing my head,” she answered coyly. Thalia watched as he slowly undressed himself,
his cock pronounced and eager. Tonight had certainly taken a different turn. He placed the
executioner mask back on, leaving only his eyes through the leather holes to be seen
appreciating her naked beauty. She could faintly make out her pale body in his eyes,
writhing with desire to be taken. From the floor he picked up a feather duster and tickled
her until she screamed. Pleased by her reaction he sat over her, his cock wavering before
her lips.
“Take me all the
way in sweet little victim,” he said.
“With
pleasure,” she replied. Opening her mouth she could taste his entry, filling her up.
Immediately she suckled him, watching his eyes for signs of enjoyment. He pumped in and
out, holding the back of her head firmly.
“That’s right,
make use of those lips before it is too late,” he said. She obeyed, suckling his cock
with fierce desire, milking him dry.
“Too intense,”
he said and withdrew.
“What’s the
matter, can’t handle the loss of control?” she asked.
“Not at all my
dear, I never lose control.” Slowly he fingered her swollen nub, his tongue darting
between the smooth wet folds.
“You have me turned on like no one
before,” he said. “I can smell your sex permeating in the air, begging me to
enter.” Thalia could only smile, a euphoric sensation taking over her body. She
helped slide him in and moved her hips in time to his rhythmic thrusts. His teeth found
her raised nipples and tested each one for sensitivity.
“I like that,”
she moaned. In an effortless motion he placed her legs around his neck and pounded deeper
inside, spreading her legs wide. Thalia groaned and writhed beneath him, close to orgasm.
“Beautiful little
victim, I so enjoy ravaging your body,” he said. No longer could she play along, the
pleasure was too intense. In one long scream she came in powerful waves, her body shaking
like a leaf in a raging storm. He pulled her legs up over her head so her toes scraped
against the cave walls. With sheer force he slammed into her again and again until he
could take it no more. A deep growl made its way out through his throat and he relaxed his
head upon her breasts.
“You caught my
interest the moment I saw you,” he whispered.
“Something inside
insisted I find you,” she replied. Reaching forward he untied her hands and kissed
her wrists.
“I hope they
aren’t bruised,” he said. Pulling his executioner mask off she kissed his moist
lips. She enjoyed the way his eyes explored her body. Checking her wrists she didn’t
notice any marks.
“If they were it
would be a happy reminder,” she said.
“Now dear girl,
where were we?” he started. “Ah yes, it’s a pity but I am going to have to
chop off that beautiful head of yours.”
“Are we back to
that now?” she asked. “I fulfilled your request, honored your final request, and
now I must fulfill my sworn duty,” he replied. Thalia looked into his eyes, they
changed somehow, so cold. Nervously she stood and held her torn clothes in front of her
body.
“You didn’t
have to rip them off,” she mumbled.
“At the time I
heard no complaint,” he replied. “How about I give you a “head” start,
pardon the pun.” She watched as he pulled the axe from the wall and swung it in the
air. Dried crimson blood coated the blade meant for her head.
“Did you think you
were the only one tonight?” he said.
She started to run and tripped. Blond hair
rolled along the dimly lit cave floor until it hit the side and splattered. Two pairs of
horror-stricken faces gazed back at her. Strings of gore hung from the victim’s neck,
the body in a heap close by.
Thalia screamed and felt panic rise. She ran back behind the sheet
and followed the arrows. Inside she kept repeating how stupid she had been, letting her
emotions get the better of her that way. He had been a complete stranger, but she’d
welcomed the sex, he had cast a spell over her. Looking back she watched him come towards
her in a full sprint.
“Hey pretty one,
hate to break the news to you but the cave closed a little while ago, you are trapped in
here,” he said. “Tell you what though, since I enjoyed you so much, I will give
you ten minutes to hide.”
“Why are you doing
this to me?” she cried.
“You said, you came
here to be scared,” he said. “So I’m going to scare you to death!”
Tears flowed down her cheeks. Pain shot straight up her leg from
running so hard. She couldn’t see a thing!
“You have only nine
minutes left,” he called out. Thalia ran through the darkness, completely blind,
unaware of just where to hide. Her heart pounded inside her chest, echoing like a
sledgehammer. She couldn’t get the image of the head rolling along the floor out of
her mind. Her hands felt around her neck, this wasn’t supposed to happen! His
footsteps drew near and she ducked into a small crawl space. “I can still smell the
scent of your sex,” he said. “Mixed with the alluring aroma of your fear.”
She knew he would find
her, he knew his way around. Someone else would find her tomorrow night, with her head
lying beside her body. The glint of the blade caught her eye and she stifled a scream.
“Well now,”
said the executioner, “what do we have here?”
©2004 Nancy Jackson
Nancy Jackson’s work can be
seen in Nocturnal Ooze, Cthulhu Sex, Macabre Magazine, Thirteen
Magazine, Corpse Magazine and various anthologies. Come lurk at her website http://www.nancyajackson.com if you dare.
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