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Subject: {ASSM} Necrophilia - But Not Really! by Delta Venus
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Necrophilia - But Not Really! - a Story
 by Delta Venus

Copyright 2009


[author's note: While I am no stranger to taboo subject matter,
especially coercion and blackmail themes, this story really isn't as
bad as the title might lead you to believe. You'll get the gag in the
first paragraph or so...]


It was one of those "Mystery Weekends". You know the deal, everyone
shows up for a dinner party at a remote mansion, or goes along on a
train ride, or some other typical mystery novel setup ripped off
straight out of Agatha Christie or Lawrence Block. Somewhere along the
way, one of your fellow companions "dies", murder most foul! The
guests, aided by some mystery solving genius, or at least a planted
actor in your company, solves the "mystery", and a good time is had by
all.


I thought the concept rather tired, and overall quite boring, but then
I've read just about every damn mystery novel out there, so it is hard
to entertain my jaded ass, I have a bad tendancy to jump to the
conclusion and spoil things for everyone expecting to enjoy the
process of getting there. I wouldn't have been along on this
particular "adventure" if I hadn't owed the host, Daniel, a favor. He
wanted me along, partly because my participation would lend a little
credibility to the endeavor, as everyone knows what a mystery buff I
am, and partly because he was co-producer and really thought he had a
stumper going and I wouldn't figure it out early, which would really
enhance his image.


Daniel was destined to be disappointed. I had the setup pretty much
nailed before the very attractive blond he had setup as the victim
suffered her inevitable fate. If you have enough of a lead on the
storyline that you can pick out who the victim will be, unless you've
been given a lot of obvious non-story related clues, like overacting
by the actress, then the story the producer has picked is trite and
overused, at least to the serious devotee of the genre. The average
person might still fall for the gimmicks, but a serious mystery fan
will have seen through your shit, and there won't be any suprises for
them. They know what you are up to, and where things will be going.
That is where I was at.


It wasn't a bad twist, I'll grant him that much. There was some nice
misdirection, a few bogus clues leading off in the wrong directions,
and two of those obvious clues had secondaries - once you decided the
clue was a misdirection, there was another way to interpret the clue.
These secondaries were still misdirections, but not as obviously so.
Most of the group bought into them, the first direction of the clues
had proven false, this second avenue must the real deal, right? Ha. I
didn't need to sort the clues out, as I had already gone far beyond
the begining leads, and had the whole thing figured out. If Daniel had
really come up with something original, I might have been intrigued by
the story. As it was, I was bored. I would thank Daniel later for how
bored I was!


I had figured out that the murderer wasn't the ex-boyfriend, but
rather was the boyfriend of one of the victims girlfriends. The plot
wasn't all that original, so I'll spare boring you with the details,
it is enough to know that I saw through it. I think one of the other
guests did, too, but like me, she was polite and never let on that she
had it figured out. The rest of the guests were mesmerized, and who
was I to spoil their fun? I quickly lost interest in the story, but
everyone else was really involved. The one thing I didn't lose
interest in was the victim. This woman just did something to me. The
kids would say she was hot. She was. It was more than that, but that
was almost enough to explain, because she was hot enough that if
something in her life were to happen, the fact that she was so hot
would have a major role in the description of what happened.


Love at first sight? I can't go that far, but the emotion isn't far
off the mark. I watched her do the death scene, and I was mesmerized.
It wasn't the acting. She wasn't bad, I can't say that. I've seen
better, but I've definitely seen a lot worse. Some of those who were
worse at it have gotten rave reviews. The acting had nothing to do
with it. There was something about her, a something I've never been
able to put a name to, or describe worth a damn. Lots of blonds are
pretty, lots of pretties are blond, but this pretty blond had
something extra, something that lit my loins on fire.


I kept quiet watching her die. I had already figured out who had
killed her, but I was firstmost being polite, not blowing the mystery
for the other guests. I was secondmost bored by the obvious (to me)
story line. My boredom quickly took a backseat, though, as I was
electrified in strange ways by this blond goddess. She was
magnificent. Her role sucked, but she made the most of it. None of
that was the clincher for me, it was something else about her that I
can't explain. Gorgeous, yes. Five foot nine, body many a starlet
would kill for, truly blond hair, deep green eyes. But it wasn't just
her attractiveness that had me captivated, it was that quality I've
alluded to that I just can't adequately describe. Her acting wasn't
special, but she was special while she was acting.


I went along with the program. I didn't have a lot of choice. I wasn't
a major player, the paid shills thankfully took up all the main spots
in the "drama". The rest of us could add in as much as we were
capabable of adding in, and I just didn't want to contribute, so I
faded into the background rather easily. Obviously, anyone who could
solve the case would wind up in a major role, which was an added
incentive for me to keep my mouth shut. I didn't want to ruin the fun
for the others, and I also didn't want to be the center of attention,
so mum's the word seemed the best strategic move. I wasn't interested
in anything that wasn't blond, and after the death scene I wasn't
interested in anything alive.


I let the skits go on about their merry way, happy the guests were all
distracted by the clues designed to do just that - distract. I kept
out of the way of them, and let them follow the misdirections like
good little players in the drama. While they all ran after the clues,
that left me alone in the room with the corpse. Of course she wasn't
really dead, this was all play acting, but she was taking her role
seriously, and wouldn't aknowledge she was alive while one of us
players was still around. I enquired after her health, but she
wouldn't say anything to one of us while she was supposed to be dead.
I quickly decided to take advantage!


She was a trooper to the cause, or committed to her role, I will have
to ask her about it. I dragged her into the bathroom, and she did her
best to portray a corpse. Since all the other players weren't around,
off in the library considering clues and whatnot, she really didn't
have to play dead anymore, but that is exactly what she did. Nothing I
did would shake her from her portrayal of someone who had expired
prematurely. I thought that was a fine game, and proceeded to see if
anything I might do would shake her from her role as a corpse.


I sat on the toilet, with her sort of on my lap, and leaned against
the wall so she wouldn't fall over. She remained limp, so if I didn't
keep hold of her she would wind up on the floor. I held her tightly to
me, and used the wall as a brace while I undid the buttons of her
blouse, and then tugged her bra up above her well-formed breasts,
releasing them into the open. I fondled her, and tweeked her nipples,
and the only reaction I got was for them to harden and swell under my
fingers. No other reaction from the "corpse".


I stood up, and as gently as I could, laid her face down over the edge
of the bathtub, leaving her fine looking ass in the air. I pulled up
her skirt, and tugged down her panties, exposing her completely to my
gaze. Still no reaction, she was determined to keep playing dead at
all costs. I could see that she couldn't keep her body from reacting,
though, her exposed pussy was lightly glistening with the juices of
arousal. I slid a finger up between her lips, and it came away with a
nice layer of slick pussy sauce. I licked it clean, and damn she
tasted good! I didn't hesitate any longer, my pants went down around
my ankles, and I prepared to plunge the depths of her leaky hole.


She wasn't cold like a corpse, even if she acted like one. Her skin
was warm, her glands all alive. She sweated, she lubricated, but these
were about the only signs she gave that she was a member of the
living, not a piece of meat headed for the morgue. I never got a
counter thrust, never even a sexy flinch or shiver. That did not keep
me from enjoying this sexy blonds body as thoroughly as I had ever
enojoyed the female body before. I plunged into her pussy, and it was
hot and tight and wet, just like a live girls should be. I sure didn't
get much more response than that, though, and the lack of it really
tweeked something in me. I knew she was acting, but the extra
knowledge that she was playing dead, and I was fucking a "corpse" just
really rang all my bells. I couldn't stop now, fucking this dead woman
was hot as hell! I'd never be a grave-robber, but this was a special
circumstance. I hadn't planned on fucking a "corpse", it wasn't
something I'd ever even considered, but here it was happening to me,
and I couldn't pass up the opportunity to be this kinky without having
to pay the consequences of it.


She stayed totally passive, and I took her lack of a protest as a form
of consent. She really could have broken character any time, slapped
my face, and told me to quit fucking around with her. She didn't. She
was dead. Dead or not, this was the hottest corpse I'd ever gotten a
piece of! I couldn't pass this up, this dead girl obviously needed a
good fucking. I didn't mind that she wouldn't respond to me, I knew it
was just part of the act. Hell, I admired the girl for keeping to her
role, no matter what. I pounded her pussy, and she took it without
flinching or reacting. She was flowing with juices, though, which
wouldn't have happened if she was really a corpse. She was a good
enough actress, though, that there were moments while I was fucking
the hell out of her that I began to wonder, did this chick really die
on me? It didn't keep me from pistoning my hard cock in and out of her
now sloppy cunt, though. For a dead body she had some serious heat!


The only reaction I got out of her was when I sank into her balls
deep, and started shooting my load. Her cunt spasmed rapidly,
clenching my dick like a vice, and I heard her give out a sharp hiss.
I have to admire the fact that even in her orgasm, she didn't move a
muscle, other than the ones deep inside giving my cock a serious
milking. With this hot velvety vice-grip action on my dick, I shot
large amounts of semen deep into her puss. I pulled out, and wiped my
cock down her thigh, leaving a streak of pussy juice and cum across
her satiny skin. A bubble of sperm was forming on her labia, and I
gave it a quick lick so it wouldn't stain her skirt. She still tasted
wonderful, even with my salty addition!


I pulled up her panties, tugged down the skirt, hauled her up out of
the bathtub and akwardly re-seated her bra, then buttoned up her
blouse. When I more or less had her dressed, and my pants back up, I
dragged her back out to where she had "died". I almost got caught as
two of the guests came back into the room to check for clues they
might have missed. One of them commented that the body had moved, with
a chuckle. The other said something about her blouse being mis-
buttoned, and damned if he wasn't right! I had screwed up, and all the
buttons on her blouse were one hole off. They pondered for a moment
about whether this was a clue they had missed before. I'd never seen a
corpse blush before, but this one's cheeks were bright red!


Luckily the lead investigator started rounding everyone up for the
inevitable "I suppose you are all wondering why I brought you here..."
moment of truth. We all piled into the library, and he, Daniel, and
one other guest took turns going over the clues they had all gathered
during the course of the evening, and what they all meant. I was back
to being bored, and would have skipped out, except that would have
been very rude to Daniel. The inevitable conclusion was reached, and
everyone applauded. Guess who the killer was? Yep.


As we were all getting ready to leave, I noticed our lovely victim had
already beat feet. She was gone, her job done, I guess. Daniel asked
me how I had liked the whole event, and I told him very honestly that
while I had seen through the tricks from the beginning, for some
reason this particular event had been quite enjoyable and not at all
like the typical dinner drama. He enjoyed my sly smile, although I
don't think he understood it, and responded with a big grin of his
own. The jaded mystery buff had been entertained. Success!


I put on my jacket at the door, and as I was fishing for my keys, I
came across a business card tucked in my pocket:


          Tanya Cordoba
        Actress and Model
          555-543-1234


And on the back of the card:


   Mr. Necrophiliac:

Thank you for not forcing me to break role.
Call me some time, I'll show you what a
live woman can do!   XOXO



Now that's a mystery scenario I can get into!


               DV

http://www.geocities.com/delta_venus_x/

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