A Gracious Corpse 1 (Homage to SusanCoquin's Suicide Club – French Roulette)
“...Medical debts, and even more student debts.”
But he wasn't listening~ instead his eyes were on the first line of that note.
[ So...I'm really sorry about my corpse lol. ]
The detective's cold gray eyes raised over the rim of the eggshell colored note and looked over the nubile suicide splayed over the metal coroner's table, and at her fresh head, which laid between her extended naked legs. One of her feet extended jauntily, her pointing toes acting as if it would touch her own dead cheek.
[ -I'm really not a bad person- ]
Her handwriting, which looked more like scribbles for a waiter.
[ -but I guess thank you so much for collecting me! ]
His eyes flit up again, his aide's words were again ignored as he beheld the slimy nectar of white swirl out of her caramel- colored folds, which formed an oily spit of cream between her dead thighs.
Though protocol dictated that for lust- related deaths, that cotton balls should have been stuffed in her nostrils, ears and unclosed sex and ass. He had ordered that for now, she remained positioned like this unstuffed and...just slightly less sexually explicit than when they found her- naked, headless, upon the guillotine's board.
[ Sorry about the mess ㋡ ]
They had found her like this. Her lady friends did not prepare his mental state when they called in to his office to inform him of their friend's suicide.
But there were 6 guillotines in the dingy warehouse.
Flash
The bulb of his aide's cameras flashed over the corpse, briefly lighting the musty warehouse where the guillotines were built. For the briefest second, her naked headless body- turned to blue and pale white shimmered under the full blast of the bulb.
Naked, belly up upon the guillotine's board, her soft legs were opened so wide they were like a frog's. When they came upon the scene, her dead fingers were still stuck inside herself, like a greedy candy thief's, wrestling the last iota of love from her puffed up opening, soaking the fatal boards with her final tryst with herself, ...along with an copious volume of her emptied bladder which also marked an impressive territory upon the warehouse floor.
Flash Flash
This time, several of his aides had took out their own smart phone cameras and freed up their shutters over the corpse. They raced in unison as if dueling with each other for her orifices, including the entirely self made one on her shoulders where her head once resided. Other aides knelt upon the warehouse floor pretending they too were fully promoted detectives, and from under the bed- board of that guillotine, took many upward flashes of her soft dangling legs and the wet stains that dripped from her downward extended toe. Sugary stains, which, upon touching with their plastic glove hands proved to be sticky like glue.
The dead woman's watching friends giggled to themselves, tall champagne glasses poised jauntily in their hands. Sighing to each other at the enthusiasm of the ant swarm of policemen. Then they took upon themselves to properly introduce the detective to the headless, still- ecstatic corpse.
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Laviania
-the headless corpse's name. Then- feeling insufficient at having only presented one half of their friend: the naked self- copulating lower half, one of her friends raced with her clicking high heels into the guillotine's basket. The friend with a veiled bob haircut then lifted out the dead woman's head from the basket- gripping its long dark hair with her long manicured fingers.
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Flash Flash Flash
Rounds of camera lights lit up the room, their shutters rapidly clicking after another. Their scintillating exposure lights exploded around the features of the fished out head from angle after coveted angle after lusted after angle, creating the impression of a red carpet gala or an intense strobe- lit rave in the love- scented room.
Flash Flash Flash
With a shade of pride the friend smiled and gripped the hair tighter in her manicured hand then again introduced them to “her friend,” gesturing at the dripping head like a proud house's hostess or some Gaul of ancient past.
“Laviania.”
With cold dexterity, She introduced the head by name as if it was a prized ware, and allowed each of the officers to get a good look at her friend's dead gorgeous face while it dripped rings around her high heeled shoes.
Flash Flash Flash
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The casual sadism of her gesture sent an intense bolt of urgency to his manhood and it raced up and scraped wetly against the fabric of his bulge.
Laviania.
The face that was fished out was so serene it was as if she was smiling. the eyes of the dead woman were closed, she had a smooth cheek and a dainty upturned nose and a delicate set of lips that opened slightly as if she was breathing through them. Most of all, despite the loss of her own body, the head didn't seemed to mind...at anything at all. As if she was but a severed bulb of rose separated from its thorny stem yet still retained all that was fresh and agreeable, and that if he only made a loud sound she would be roused from her pleasant and sensual slumber.
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Flash Flash Flash Flash
The explosions of camera flashes continued over the face while her friend turned the head to each direction where the effusive flashes repeated, leisurely letting the greedy recorders drink in their fill.
“Oh She would've loved this.” The friend chuckled jestingly as she turned to the detective.
And he was assured by all her friends here, while jotted down the details of the crime scene in his notes that- :“She had always wanted to go out like this, cumming as her head's cut off. “In fact,” they assured him, with immaculate devotion and craftsmanship, she built this device herself over the years, and “especially requested that she be killed like this first.”
“...first?”
the detective stopped his pen in the middle of jotting down his sentence. His wide eyes flit up.
“Well...”
“We are- “ one of the dead woman's friends broke in, stepping forward from their ranks. She paused, then regained an apparent surge of confidence and licked her lips at him, “We are sort of a...Suicide Club” finishing it with a pleasing introductory smile. The way she said it was between apologetic and...even inviting, as if he was a hall monitor who had found her doing some thing perverse in a school bathroom and the flustered girl merely invited him in on whatever she's doing.
Suicide Club
Hmmmph, he huffed, trying his utmost to contain his composure, but despite his efforts he could not contain the hardness within his fabrics, which now had turned into a long diamond.
They all do this for fun. All of them.
That the other guillotine's sticky boards are soaked with each of them...
Some of them- even those who are talking with him now, even smiling at him now, might soon kill themselves too and be turned into another gracious corpse in the coming days. It made his prick itch with arousal, yet he kept his tongue. With poise, he merely nodded to each of the 3 female friends as the stormy flashes of his cameramen continued, and resumed jotting down his notes.
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Suicides after all had been perfectly legal since the Suicide Laws passed. And despite the best efforts from the New Wave, the Pro-Lifers and seemingly endless moralistic rounds from virtual signaling outrage- mongers, most people simply lost interest in the discourse around these Laws and accepted the new norm as casually as Switzerland, some East Asian and Nordic countries. He'd never believe the world would be like this if you asked him decades ago but its not the worst thing that's currently going on and the world got much more pressing things to attach itself to. For most, suicide- albeit tragic was merely part of life, and part of many of life's choices.
Despite this, something of an appreciation blossomed between him and these women, and after that moment of proper introduction, things became much more frank and effusive. He appreciated the rare privilege of partaking in their impermanent company, and at certain points of their lively conversation he even dished out tactful compliments and jokes to lighten the mood. At times, he even casually flirted with them. Excitedly over rounds of exchanged cigarettes, they talked of their friend's demise, the scenes lead up to the moment where the blade fell, sparing occasional glances at their friend's headless fair corpse while the aides's shutters exploited every angle around it.
Just like that: she had came earlier that day, in her sandals, casual T shirt and tight jeans,
Flash
[ TO BE CONTINUED ]
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