This is Using the Theme For the Month of March 2014.
Seduce Me Mr.Undertaker
by Coco Nibs – Site Creator
It was a cold, eerie walk among the vast headstones. The cold breeze blew the festive fall leaves around my legs the upwards towards my skirt, causing a chill to run down my spine. I could hear the sound of a tarp flapping in the breeze. The tarp found nestled upon an abandoned car left to rot along side the road.
As I walked further into the seemingly endless cemetery, my visibility diminished for the sun had begun to set. Leaving the sky a blaze in red and orange colors.
“Hey Baby.” a voice uttered from the darkness.
“You want to play? I have a bag of Marshmallows.”
I searched the ever growing darkness to seek out the sight from which the voice had come.
“Who’s there?” I muttered.
“Who’s there?” said the voice. “Tis me the undertaker of this cemetery.”
Suddenly a figure stepped out from behind a tree. It looked to be a tall, husky man wearing a trench coat, and a top hat.
“Can I help you.” I replied.
“Can you help me? Why yes…yes you can.”
The figure then lunged towards me. I jumped back in terror only to fall over my own two feet. I fell to the ground with such grace, my skirt flew well above the limits of my knees. Not only did my sharpie marker fall out of my pocket, but I also exposing my backside that was barely covered by a thin strand of lace panties.
“Oh daddy likes..” the voice said.
I then felt the weight of a heavy body upon me my arms were taken and strung behind my back. The feeling of rope burn stung my wrist and arms. I quickly found myself hoisted into the air and strung over the immense shoulders of my captor.
“Where are you taking ME!” I shrieked.
“Someplace fun.” he said.
To my horror I felt my body being cast into a hole. Only to land upon a cushioned casket, strung with laced pillows and other random objects.
“Are you ready?” the man asked.
“Ready for what?” I muttered.
As the man hovered above me at the top of the hole, he bent over retrieving a bag. I heard a pop as if he had just open a bag of potato chips. He then playfully began to pour the contents of the bag over my body. I closed my eyes not knowing what for horrors I would be drenched in. When at last I opened my eyes to discover I have been shrouded in marshmallows. I said nothing as my captor jumped into the hole and crouched down over top of me. He calmly reached over and retrieved an object from the side. He plugged it into what seemed to be an extension cord, and turned it on. The sound of a blow dryer filled the air.
“What are you doing?” I said
“Well I have to melt the marshmallows don’t I”
He proceeded to run the blow dryer over my body. I felt the sting of hot molten sugar fuse to various parts of my body. I screamed out in agony and terror. As a giggle rose from the darkness.
“Well.. are you turned on yet?” he asked
“NO!” I shrieked.
I heard a sigh, then the sound of the dryer ceased and the man began to climb his way back out of the hole.
“Very well.. seeing as how my best efforts have failed to arouse you in anyway. I’m afraid we must part ways.”
I looked up from the darkened pit. I heard rustling above me as if he were digging through cans. He eventually appeared once more holding a six pack of beer, a shovel, and a large canister of unknown substance. He popped the top of one of the beers took a swig then began to pour the rest upon me. After he picked up the canister and began to pour. I felt a flood of cold liquid flow upon me. The smell of gasoline filled the air around me. Only to be followed by the slight flicker of a match which lit up the darkness. I screamed in terror as if I knew what was to come.
“I am truly sorry, I wish we could have made it work. But at last you are not meant to be mine. With this I say goodbye.”
The last thing I saw was the flicker of the flame being tossed onto me. For a brief moment my world, life, body became consumed in eternal flame.
THE END.
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