Necrophism PT1

Title: Necrophism PT1
Author: Morbidreams

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Amber glided easily between the rows of headstones, the Magnolia trees and the oaks hanging heavy with Spanish moss. She walked slowly through the graveyard, enjoying the warm breeze and the way the light of the full moon broke through the trees lighting her way. This graveyard was the only thing she liked about this shit whole town in southern Alabama. She could feel the night calling to her as she walked, hearing the crickets, an owl and the soft padding of her footsteps.

She wore her knee-high leather boots, ripped fishnet stockings, black satin mini-skirt, and black corset. Her pale white skin gleamed through rips in her skirt and her stockings, and her silver rings glistened from her fingers and Ankh hung around her neck. Her ears were pierced six times each her left eyebrow had two rings, her lip three rings, her nose had one through the right nostril and her tongue had a barbell, and if her mom would let her she would pierce quite a few more places as well.

“Damn, it sucks being seventeen” Amber thought, “especially in this hick ass town. Fuck, at least the hicks leave me alone.”

As she got closer to the grave she was looking for in the older part of the cemetery, she could hear some faint music coming from the distance. “Dumb ass hicks throwing a party in that cow shit infested old barn again,” she thought to herself. And it was spring break too, which would mean all the collage losers from this town would be back since they didn’t have anywhere else to go.

It didn’t matter, they could all get drunk and high over there in that barn and puke their hearts out, but she had work to do in the grave yard. All, she needed was just a few things from on of these old stone sarcophagi, or more correctly from what was in them. She was sure some of the older ones would have some nice bones in them that she could use for one of her spells.

Finally, finding a nice large stone sarcophagus that looked promising, she set her back pack down and pulled out a crow bar. It took her a few minutes of straining before she was able to remove the lid. As the lid slide off it caught on her skirt tearing it to her belt, revealing the black thong she was wearing, and her pale rounded ass. She cursed thinking about how much she loved the skirt, but it was nothing a few safety pins wouldn’t fix. Removing the wooden lid from the coffin underneath was a bit quicker.

Bending over and reaching into the Sarcophagi she picked up a femur, and examining it deciding that it would do for her “spell.”

“hoooooooooly FUCK! Look at what THIS sick bitch is doin!” Someone yelled from behind Amber causing her to freeze in her place.
“Shit damn, boys! I always knew she was a freaky little witch.” She heard another voice say and she slowly turned around to see five members of the football team and two who had graduated last year.
“hmmmm. Nice ass though.” Said another, and she mentally cursed the tear in her dress again.
“yeah she does.” Said one of the others reaching out for a feel.

“Oh fuck,” she thought. She would never live this down, sure they all knew she was a freak and she kind of liked that because it scared some of them and the rest left her alone even though they called her a “slut”; but she didn’t like the thought of them staring at her practically bare ass. And, worse, she definitely didn’t want some drunken hicks pawing at her she thought as she quickly slapped his hand away.

“Fuck you bitch, you’re the one showin off your ass!” He yelled at her.
“Damn, I don’t think she likes you, man.”
“I’ll make the bitch like me.” He said as he started to move toward her.
“Get the fuck away from me assholes!” She screamed at them as the slowly closed in on her.

She turned to run, but before she could even take a step he had grabbed her tightly by the arm. With force he spun her around and threw her against another sarcophagus; bending her young body over it at the waist and forcing her ass back into him. Her torn skirt hung open allowing her bare ass to rub against his rough jeans, her little thong offering no protection. She felt his strong hands close over her mouth before she could even think about screaming, almost as if he had read her mind.