She Watches

She watched his breathing, it had become labored, she did not want him to die, but watching him suffer hurt too much. When he was awake, which was not often anymore, she would hold his head up and feed him the broth. Why was this happening? Why did he have to suffer so much? She would pray to god, collapse in tears when the strain was too much, but most of the time she just watched him. What would she do without him?

Outside the wind howled, fall had arrived early, everything was dying. Down in the kitchen the only company was the barn doors slamming in the wind. When they were young this farm was their empire, their retreat away from the world. Now it was their grave. She watched the sun set over the remnants of their fields, and one last time kneeled down, willing her arthritis to let her pray. Begging to god, weeping, she sobbed heavily; send them a sign, something that will save him!

She barely slept that night, fearing if she didn’t listen to him breathe she would miss his last one. When the sun rose, she lumbered downstairs to fix breakfast, but for who? She had no appetite and he would not eat. The door knocking was a sound that had not been heard here for a long time, so the noise startled her. She did not hesitate to open the door; there was nothing to fear anymore. There at the door were two young women, one blonde and one brunette, they smiled at her, and she couldn’t help notice how the light shined on them, from heaven above. They were sorry to interrupt her, but they were raising money for their sorority. She didn’t answer at first, staring at how beautiful they were, full and firm, voluptuous, filled with life. She apologized for her silence and invited them in, as they entered she looked up to the sky and a tear ran down her weathered cheek.

She watched them sit on the couch, their teeth so white, skin so smooth. The dark haired one spoke first, “Where are our manners? My name is Beth, and this is my sorority sister Amber.” Beth would be first. She needed to separate them, her mind was racing, she didn’t know what to do, she had killed livestock before, why was this so difficult? Her train of thought was interrupted by Beth again, “Maam, could I use your bathroom, it’s so cold out there, and these sweater and shorts outfits don’t provide much protection.” She looked down at their exposed legs, the meat there so abundant, so rich and creamy, she smiled, “Of course dear, right down the hall.” She watched her walk away, her rump so pert, well formed, she would have to take Amber first, god had spoken. She stood up, “Now where are my manners, let me get you a cup of tea.” Amber smiled back, “That would be wonderful!”

She stood in the kitchen, scouring the room, all these thoughts came racing to her at once, she didn’t want to kill Amber yet, but there was no way she could handle both at the same time. She grabbed the handle of her big black frying pan, holding it tight, and walked back into the room. Amber sat there, looking away, she quietly came in. Her pulse jumped as the girl turned her head, smiling, words of thanks on her lips. Then with a swift “Clong!” she fell quiet. She watched to see if she was still breathing, in and out, blood trickling from her temple. She picked the girl up off the couch, Amber was heavy and so very tender, she would provide for a good long time. As she dragged her, Amber moaned and whined, it took great strength to lug her onto the preparation table. Amber’s head hung over the side and her legs dangled at the knees. She began to undress the girl, standing back to admire her naked body lying on her wood table. Pausing to think, “I am out of practice; I need a trough to catch the blood and insides. Oh and I have to clean this animal.” From the cupboard she retrieved an enema and her largest metal laundry bucket. She filled the enema with warm water and lifted Amber’s leg up, placing it inside her. She pressed hard on the bag and whistled while Amber moaned. It was Beth’s voice that brought her back, calling out “Where are you two?” Beth stood in shock as she walked in on the scene, Amber turned her head and tried to mouth “help”, Beth was screaming, “What are you doing?!”

She knew she had to take Beth down quickly if her plan was going to work. She lunged at the young girl, overpowering her with surprise, and her smaller frying pan. She whacked repeatedly at her head, Beth’s screams were loud and she tried to fight back, but the older woman had years of hard farm work, and a mighty forehand. After a few well placed hits, Beth lay quietly weeping in the floor; she bound her arms and legs, and began to undress her. She fondled her white milky breasts, marveling at their fullness and their youth. This would bring him back, she was sure of it.

Amber was starting to come around, groggy, but trying to get up and pull the enema out. She was tired and did not want to fight anymore. Walking over to Amber, she smacked the girl hard across the head, shoved the enema in and finished cleaning her. Stopping to caress her hair, it was so soft; she fondled her pretty mouth, wide with full lips. The girl had good teeth and healthy gums, the tongue would be delicious. It all came back to her; none of this fine animal would go to waste. Time was running out, grabbing her favorite knife, she slashed the girl across the neck. Amber let out a quiet and long whine as the blood left her body. She left the girl to bleed out and carrying Beth, trudged upstairs.

Laying the girl on the bed, she tied her legs spread eagle, and walked over to watch him. She said another quiet prayer, not wanting to seem ungrateful, but still not sure. Lifting his head up lovingly she gingerly placed it between Beth’s legs. The smell of young fresh vagina mixed with the scent of fear seemed to bring about a response. His breathing became more, methodical, then miraculously he started to inch closer to her womanhood. Luckily she had remembered to gag the girl; her muffled screams as she awoke would have upset him. His tongue slowly eased its way out of his mouth and he began to lick, first weakly and then his intent grew. Her heart sang, it was a miracle!!! She watched as he hungrily lapped at her, like a cat devouring cream. The girl’s anguished screams aroused him, her orgasm was defiant, but juicy and he drank deep her precious nectar, and was hungry for more! She left him, for she had a dinner to prepare.

Downstairs she began to slice choice cuts of Amber for storage, saving the tender meaty rump for tonight. The screams upstairs had stopped and she heard a noise on the stairs, looking up afraid of what she may see her heart lurched as he stood there and quietly asked, “What do we have for dinner dearest?”

He placed his fork down on his plate with great satisfaction, leaned in and kissed his wife on her cheek. “The best ever my darling.” She thought how correct he was, this plump young blonde was a rare delicacy, and she would serve him well for the next week, maybe more if her soup skills were still there. She smiled and grabbed Beth’s cheeks in her hand, the girls tears had dried on her face and she sat there quietly weeping, “And then we will feast on this tender lamb, my love” They smiled, for they knew they were truly blessed.