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                              Lust for Fire  

 
The girls lay in bed whispering in the darkness. At night they would share fantasies as most friends do. Terry, in a low voice, asked, "What is your most special fantasy, Rhonda?"

 Rhonda lay there feeling the warmth of her friend and replied, "It is so  crazy, you would not want to hear."

Terry snuggled closer and kissed her on the lips, "You know nothing is too strange for me."

Rhonda pulled her friend close and held her tight. She wanted to tell, but something deep inside resisted. The thought of her best friend thinking her crazy was more than she could stand. Rhonda took a deep breath and was about to tell when there was a knock on the door. A male voice says loudly, "Are you two girls still awake?"

They both lay there quietly, pretending to sleep. Rhonda’s father always seemed to know when they were awake. Being twenty-two they should not have cared, but still he was Rhonda’s father. No more was said as they drifted off to sleep. The next morning they woke and went to the shower. The two stripped off the tees they wore in bed at night. Atop Terry’s small breasts, her nipples hardened as she stepped into the shower. Rhonda stepped into the hot water and closed her eyes as the warmth rained down on her.

Rhonda turned to face Terry and took her friend’s small breasts in her hands and leaned Over and ever so lightly kiss the nipples. She lifted her eyes to her lover’s and said, "I love the taste of your flesh. I love everything about you." Terry kissed her lover’s wet head and ask, "Will you tell me now of your deepest and darkest fantasy?"

Rhonda stepped quickly from the shower and ran to her bedroom, leaving a trail of water. Terry followed, unsure of what was wrong. She found Rhonda lying on the bed crying. Terry sat on the edge of the bed and ran her hand through the hair of her lover and best friend. "Did I say something wrong. I didn’t mean to hurt you."

Rhonda rolled to her side and looked into the dark brown eyes of her lover, which were filled with worry and said, "You said nothing wrong. It is I that was wrong."

Terry leaned down and kissed her friend on the cheek and asked, "Please share your troubles with me? We will share them as we have shared everything before."

"I am so ashamed,” she nearly screamed through the tears.

Terry lay next to Rhonda feeling the dampness of her body. Her mind thought of the many times they had made love through the night and shared everything in their lives. What could be so horrible that her friend and lover could not tell?

Rhonda kissed her lover lightly on the lips and asked, "If I tell you...will you promise to not hate me?"

Terry was nearly in tears as she replied, "There is nothing that could ever make me hate you, my love."

Rhonda crawled from the bed and went to her bureau drawer. Terry watched her lover’s small firm body as she leaned over and took a magazine from the bottom of the drawer. She came back to the bed and sat down. The nervous friend’s eyes was red from crying as she said, "Inside me I have this dark fantasy. Sometimes it scares me beyond all else."

Terry sat there looking at the national geographic in her lover’s hands, unsure of what to say. Rhonda continued, "One day I read a story unlike anything I had ever seen before. With it were several pictures." For a moment both girls sat in silence. Both were afraid to say anything. Rhonda then opened the magazine and took out several pages that had been hidden there. She handed the pages to her friend. "Read these...and please don’t hate me."

Terry sat there reading the pages with no expression on her face. With each page her reading speed increased. It did not take long before she was through and looked, in shock, over at her lover and friend. Nervously Rhonda asked, "What do you think?" Looking very serious Terry replied, "At first I thought it was strange, but for some reason the more I read, the more excited I got." She paused and asked, "Did this excite you?" Just above a whisper she replied, "More than anything I have ever read." She then touched her lover’s hand and then took the bottom page from the stack. They both sat staring at the picture before them, neither saying a word… both lost for words.

Several minutes had passed when Terry asked, "Would you want to do this?" Hesitantly Rhonda replied, "Yes."

No more was said about the story or the picture for several days. Sitting alone in his room Jeff rummaged through the pictures he had taken over the years. Each one bringing a memory of the excitement that they captured. Every girl in the picture had been special. Near the end all had loved him. All his life he had searched for love, but found the only true love was when they were near death. Only at that time could they truly give their complete love.

Jeff walked from the desk to the mirror. He removed his shirt and looked at his well-muscled body. He knew most girls wanted him. Sometimes he gave them the satisfaction they craved in the darken bedroom. His true satisfaction came from the special girls he found. Those were the ones he lusts for...The ones that gave him true satisfaction.

Be used his hands to push the long black hair back and over his head as he wondered where he might find the next of his true loves. The net had offered a few, but meeting on the streets had faired better. There was a knock on the door. Jeff, not expecting anyone, walked to the door as he slid the shirt over his broad shoulders. A smile formed on his lips as he opened the door. There stood the only girl that had ever come close giving him true love. Jeff took her hand and said, "What a pleasant surprise."

Terry swept a lock of long black hair from her face and said, "I hope you aren’t busy."

"Never too busy for you my love." Terry walked into the house and they embraced as if they had not seen each other in years. Their kiss was passionate and loving. Breaking the kiss Jeff asked, "I tried calling you late last night, but there was no answer." Terry smiled devilishly and said, "I spent the night with Rhonda." With a smirk, he said, "So how is your sweet lover doing these days?" Unsure, she replied, "She is doing ok...but has some things on her mind." "What kind of things?" he asked.

Thinking of the things she and Rhonda had shared the night before made her grow wet with excitment. Terry knew she could not talk of this with Jeff… or anyone. She decided to circumvent the

question and said, "It was nothing important. Just some family problems." Satisfied with the answer, Jeff did not pursue. He then changed the subject and said, "Do you and your girlfriend have any plans for tonight. I would like to have dinner with you tonight." Terry kissed him and said with a bright smile, "You always come before her my love." They had turned to walk to the couch when Jeff realized the pictures were still lying on his desk. He tried to think of someway to get them hidden without Terry becoming suspicious. Finally he thought of a plan, and asked, "Would you make us some coffee Terry?"

"Sure lover. I could use a cup or two." Hurriedly, Jeff went to the desk. For a moment he stood and stared at one of the pictures. He felt as aroused as he had the night she died. Unconsciously, he stroked the hardness through his pants. A voice from behind startled him. "What are you doing?"

He quickly raked the pictures in a drawer and turned to see Terry with two cups of coffee. Jeff searched for the right words. His mind ran at a feverish pace and finally stuttered, "Just...I was checking some papers." Terry looked down at the hardness in his pants and said, "Those must have been some interesting papers to make you so excited."

Anxiously he replied, "I was only thinking of you my love."

"Sure," she said as she set the cups down and walked over to him, "let me see those business papers that you find so arousing."

Jeff’s heart began to race. He wondered how he could stop her from pursuing this farther. He then kissed her passionately and she responded. Jeff then ran his hand inside her blouse and began to fondle her bra-covered breast. He then dropped to his knees and lifted her skirt, lowering the tiny lace panties over her full thighs. Terry leaned over to kiss him on the top of his head. Suddenly she stood rigid and shouted, "What is that?"

Jeff looked up to see her brown eyes looking at something. He turned to see what she was looking at. There on the floor was a picture. A picture of one of his true loves. Quickly he grabbed the picture and said, "Its not what you think it is."

"Let me have it." She demanded.

"Really it’s not what you think."

"You hand it over to me or I call the police right now." she said, nearly screaming.

Reluctantly, Jeff handed her the picture. She held the picture, staring at it. For the longest she did not say anything. For the moment all she could see was the girl in the picture. Her naked body tied tightly and covered in blood. She was bruised and had cuts all over. “The pain this girl must have experienced must have been horrible,”

she thought. “What would it be like to feel such pain?” she wondered. Just as she had the night before looking at Rhonda’s pictures, she felt aroused. Unconsciously she lowered her hand to the bareness of her pussy and began to Stroke her hard clit.

Jeff still sat on the floor. Instead of fear he was now in awe at what he saw before him. There stood the girl he had known for so long playing with herself as she looked at one of his dead lovers. Terry realized what she was doing and jerked her hand away from her mons and asked, "Are there any others."

Jeff remained quiet. Terry said sternly, "I am sure there are more. I want to see them."

Reluctantly the discovered lover stood and opened the desk drawer and lying scattered in the bottom were dozens of pictures. Kicking the panties off her leg, she sat in the desk chair and began to sift through the pictures. Half an hour had passed as she sat and looked at the pictures of girls killed in various ways. In each it could be seen that the death had been slow and painful. Jeff was sitting on the floor near tears when she asked, "Did you kill these girls?"

Jeff could only nod. The fear of being caught had frozen him to near paralysis. Terry slid from the desk chair, still gripping several pictures tightly. She began to kiss her terrified lover. Her hands moved quickly as they tore at his and her clothes. Terry’s breathing was fast and she was sweating with desire, "Fuck me lover. Fuck me like you never have before. Tell about the desire you had for those girls as you killed them. TELL..ME."

The heat of his lover’s body revived Jeff and he responded to her touch. He pushed Terry down onto the floor onto her back. He fucked her relentlessly. Never before had he felt so passionate. With each stroke he told how he had tortured each girl. How each girl had gotten the exact thing she had so desired. How each died happily, finally getting the pleasure for which she had waited so long. The two of them exploded in passion. They shared orgasms like never before. The screams of release could be heard all around the house. They collapsed into each other, their passion drained.

The lovers lay there for what seem forever. Their breathing slowly returning to normal. Terry’s long black hair was matted with perspiration as she said, "That was so wonderful. I have never experienced anything that came even close." Then she thought to the night before and said, "I have a confession to make. Last night I saw some pictures similar to the ones you have. I wanted so badly to be the girl in the picture."

Jeff looked at his lover with shock and asked, "You would want to die like That?"

Terry said thoughtfully, "Until last night I had never imagined anything like this. The thought is exciting."

He thought for several moments and asked, "Where did you see this picture?"

She smiled and said, "At Rhonda’s. She told me of her fantasies last night."

Jeff sat up and looked at Terry with disbelief and asked, "How long has she had these fantasies, and to what extent?"

"It seems she has had them for a long time. I think she wants it to really happen. I think she wants to die painfully," Terry replied.

"In what way would she want to die?" He asked. Terry laughed as she sat up and said, "You interested in fulfilling her fantasies, lover?"

Jeff only smiled, but that was answer enough for Terry as she stood and walked to the phone. She dialed the number, her hands still trembling slightly from all that had happen. After several rings Rhonda’s familiar voice said, "Hello."

Terry said, "Hi lover, this is Terry. I have something to talk with you about." Curiously Rhonda asked, "What is it. You sound slightly out of breath."

Terry laughed and said, "Oh the breathing...That is just from great sex. I have found out something you might be interested in. Could you come over to Jeff’s and bring the picture you showed me last night… along with the story?"

Rhonda nearly screamed into the phone, "You didn’t tell him about my fantasies did you. Promise me you didn’t."

Trying to ease her friend’s worry, she said, "Could you please come. I will explain it all to you when you arrive."

Nervously Rhonda said, "I will be there in about ten minutes. Please don’t be playing some cruel joke on me."

Terry said, "You know me better than that. I’ll see you in a few minutes." She then hung up the phone and went back to Jeff and said, "I can’t believe all this is happening. Two days ago I would have never dreamed such a thing existed and now I find my lover is a killer and my best friend wants to die."

Jeff pulled her close and said, "When you found the picture, I thought my life was over. I knew I was going to jail… and even worse, that you would hate me. I would not want to live life without you."

Terry kissed him and said, "I could never hate you, darling."

The two scrambled for their clothes as a car pulled into the drive. They had just finished dressing when there was a knock in the door. Terry went quickly to the door and opened it. Rhonda stood there looking nervously at them. "Come in, honey." Terry said.

Rhonda walked nervously into the house. She smiled slightly as the scent of sex invaded her senses. Nervously Rhonda pulled her purse tightly to her as she saw Jeff.

Terry led her to the couch and then went to collect a picture from the floor. She then sat next to Rhonda, held a hand and kissed her tenderly on the lips. Rhonda looked at Jeff nervously. No one had seen them show affection like this. Terry noticed the nervousness and said, "No need to worry lover. Jeff has known about us for quite sometime."

Rhonda blushed and lowered her eyes to look at her lap. Terry then slid the picture, she had first found, in Rhonda’s lap, and said, "It seems Jeff has quite a collection of these. I thought you might find them interesting." Nearly in shock, Rhonda stared at the bloody girl in the picture, and then to Jeff. She asked, "Do you have more of these?"

Jeff looked to Terry for confirmation and she nodded. Jeff went to the desk and round up all the scattered pictures. He then handed them to Rhonda. For the next hour Rhonda looked at the pictures over and over. At times her hands trembled. No one else said anything and only watched her. Turning to look at Jeff once more, Rhonda broke the silence, "Did you do this to these girls?"

Jeff nodded.

Again there was silence as Rhonda sifted through the pictures. Then she asked what Terry knew she would, "Could you help me with my fantasy?" Terry took the story and picture from Rhonda’s purse and handed them to Jeff. He read quietly and then looked at the picture, smiled, and said, "I would be delighted to help you."

Rhonda asked as she looked at her best friend and lover, "Would you be there. Could you hold my hand for as long as possible?"

Terry smiled and said, "I would not miss it for the world."

Jeff walked to the couch and knelt next to Rhonda, took her hand, and said, "There is one thing you must do before I can agree to this."

Rhonda’s heart sank as she asked, "What?"

Jeff paused to think… to be sure he said this exactly right. He said, "You have given me a story and a picture of what you desire. Still you have not spoken the words, nor told me exactly what you want."

Rhonda had never said it out loud, not even herself. She had always been afraid if spoken aloud the fantasy would go away. She took a deep breath and said, "I want to be burned alive at the stake. I want to feel the flames as they slowly climb up my naked body. I want to see how long I can keep from screaming." Jeff smiled and kissed her on the cheek as he said, "Tell me when ever you are ready and your fantasy will be come reality."

Feeling aroused, the girl asked quickly, "Could we do it tonight?"

Terry and Jeff were both caught by surprised. Each had thought Rhonda would want weeks or months to think about it. Terry then asked, "Don’t you want time to think about it honey?"

Looking at her lover and friend, Rhonda said with determination, "I have thought of this for years. I can’t, or won’t wait any longer." She turned to Jeff and asked, "Can you make the arrangements by tonight. I have always wanted it in darkness so the flames would seem so much brighter."

Calmly he smiled and replied, "Tonight would not be a problem. I have a spot that would be perfect." Looking at Terry, Jeff said, "Bring her to my cabin in the hills around 9 PM. Now the two of you be off, I have a lot of arrangements to make."

Rhonda stood and fell into Jeff’s arms, kissing him as she said happily, "You have no idea how long I have waited for this. Thank you so much."

Jeff wanted to laugh, but only smiled and said, "The pleasure is mine."

The rest of the day Jeff worked diligently cutting wood of all different sizes and lengths. He had cut the trunk from a tree and removed all the limbs until it was smooth. He dug a whole and planted the pole firmly in the ground. At the base he placed a thick flat rock.

Around the pole he carefully placed the cut wood. Smaller pieces near the pole and larger ones to the outside. He was being careful to make sure the fire would burn slow and not too hot near the pole. The small kindling was placed around the flat rock, but not above it.

Under the rock he had dug a hole. There he placed pine lighter. This wood was found at the base and center of pine trees. It was nearly pure sap and burned quickly and intensely.

Jeff had just finished when he saw car lights coming up the gravel road. A trail of dust followed the car’s taillights. He held his arm over his eyes to shield them from the bright lights as the car rounded the final bend. Inside he could make out two forms in Terry’s car. He let out a sigh of relief, realizing Rhonda had not backed out. It had seemed forever since having one of his special lovers. Jeff hoped this one would love him as all the others had. The car stopped next to Jeff and Terry called out from the open window. "Hi lover. Are we late?"

Jeff smiled brightly and replied, "No. Just in time. I finished the preparations a few minutes ago."

Rhonda stepped from the car and smiled nervously, "Hi Jeff."

He went around the car and hugged the nervous girl and asked, "Are you still sure about this?"

"More than ever. May I see the place?"

Jeff led the to girls down a small path and into a clearing. The beam from the flashlight bobbed as he walked. They came to a clearing where a gas lantern sat on the ground, casting an eerie glow over the scene. Rhonda pushed past Jeff to stand before the pyre. She knelt on the ground as if she was before an altar. Tears began to run down her cheeks as she saw her fantasy sitting before her. A small had reached out to touch a piece of kindling. Her hand caressed it as if it were a lover.

The others watched quietly as she walked around the pyre and then stepped onto the flat stone. Rhonda closed her eyes and imagined the flames licking at her naked body. She then removed her clothes with no thought of Jeff’s presence. For the first time in her life modesty was the farthest thing from her mind. Rhonda stepped from the stone and walked to Jeff. She kissed him passionately and said, "I love you. Thank you with all my heart."

Jeff felt the familiar rush as she said the words. He thought, “This one loved him as well. This was going to be a special night.”

Rhonda then went over to Terry, kissed her as she had Jeff, and asked, "Would you stand with me on the pyre for a short time?"

Without answering Terry stripped off her clothes and took Rhonda’s hand as they stepped over the kindling and onto the stone. They embraced for what may be the last time. They kissed and whispered their love for each other, over and over. Tears filled both girls eyes and they held each other tight. They ran their hands over each other’s body, remembering the many times they had touched the same way. Their passion grew until they were at the point of falling onto the kindling and making passionate love. Rhonda took a deep breath, and said, breaking the spell of passion, "Its time my love."

Terry brushed the hair, wet from their passion, from her beautiful face and said, "I am going to stay here with you as long as possible."

Smiling, Rhonda nodded to Jeff, indicating she was ready to begin. Jeff wrapped an oil soaked rag around a stick and struck a match. Even that small flame stole Rhonda’s gaze as she watched the tiny flame. Jeff held the flame to the rag. At first the thick oil resisted the flame. It was if the oil decided not to burn this night. Suddenly the rag caught fire. The flame slowly gathered strength until it was rolling around the stick and producing acrid black smoke. He walked to the pyre and stepped carefully on it. With love in his heart and soul Jeff lay the torch in the lighter under the stone. Quickly the wood caught and erupted in flames. The fire stayed contained under the stone as he had hoped.

Jeff then went around behind the pyre and took Rhonda’s hands and pulled them behind the pole, tying them tight with a leather thong. With another thong he lashed her ankles tight to the pole.

Rhonda felt delight at feeling the bonds that held her to the pole. She knew that no matter the pain, she would have to remain in the flames. The stone began to warm under her feet. Looking down she could see the flames leap around the stone. Terry held her hand as the heat in the stone rose.

Quickly the stone became very hot. Rhonda tried to lift her feet from the hot Surface, but the bonds held them in place. A moan escaped her lips as her feet began to hurt.

Terry began lifting each foot, trying to ease the heat. The stone burn her feet each time they touched down again. The heat was too much. Terry kissed her lover good bye and leapt from the stone. Rubbing her red and swollen feet, she looked at her friend’s torment.

Rhonda could feel the flesh on the bottom of her feet began to blister. The smell of her burning flesh began to fill the air. Smoke from her flesh mixed with that of the fire. Tears began to flow from her eyes as the pain intensified.

Terry looked at Jeff and shouted, "We have to free her. She is in terrible pain."

Jeff kissed his lover tenderly on the lips and said, "She would hate you forever if she was freed from the pain. All the pain within her is now on the surface. For the first time she is free."

The flames from the lighter caught the kindling around the stone. Flames danced wildly around her feet. They seemed to bite at her feet and the back away. The tortured girl’s toes were nearly to the edge of the stone. With a flash her toes began to flame and burn. As more kindling caught the flames rose higher. Rhonda moaned and cried, but she didn’t scream as the flames tore at her legs, raising large blisters. Steam began to rise from her legs as the blister burst. Higher the flames reached as the heat intensified. In a flash, her neatly trimmed pubic hair was burned away. Through the strain of the pain, Rhonda began to cough, choking from the smoke. The scent of burning flesh filled the air. Flames grew higher, nipping at her breast. The flesh on her firm stomach began to blister as the flesh on her legs erupted in flames. Still, she did not scream. An errant flame leapt from the fire and touched Rhonda’s hair. Her head became a massive fireball.

As if on command the fire grew to full strength. Smoke and flames now hid what was once Rhonda’s beautiful face. A scream that would have shaken anyone rose from the flames. Just as the girl’s face disappeared complete in the flames, Jeff saw what he had hoped for. She had looked at him as if saying, "I love you"

After she screamed the pain ceased. She remembered the pain and reveled in it. The orgasm she had was unlike any other. Rhonda thought of her life and the love for her friends and lovers. Thoughts of love came for the man that had did this for her. If there had been a face left she would have smiled as death took her.

Terry sat on the ground weeping as she watched the remains of her friend and lover turn to ashes. She sat there through the night with Jeff holding her hand. By the time the sun rose the only thing left was the skeleton spread haphazardly over the pyre.

Terry asked what she already knew, "Rhonda was happy wasn’t she?" "Yes she was."

Terry stood and walked as close as she could get to the hot coals. She looked at the ashes and knew her friends were a part of them. Through ashes she saw something and looked closer. In the debris she saw a diamond. It was the one from the friendship ring she had given to Rhonda when they were teens. Terry remembered working all summer to buy the ring for her special friend. Several weeks later Terry looked at the urn sitting on the mantle above the fireplace. Inside were, what they hoped, much of Rhonda’s ashes. Attached to the outside of the urn was a single diamond. The stone seemed to always glow when there was a fire in the fireplace.

The end