Necro Romance [DISEASE] Part 4
"Tell me Scout, do you believe in God?"
Only droplets of tears left, the child's eyes where already maroon and swollen.
"Y-yes", in a faint whisper.
 
"Eh, I have a sisters that's really religious, she once claimed that
even if she were sent to Hades, she'd find happiness there.
So one night, I go into her room while she lay sleep, dragging a tank of gasoline.
Splashing it in a circle surrounding her bed, it didn't take long for the smoke to wake her.
And you know, I expected her to be laughing , joyful, but she was in fact so displeased she started to scream.
Not only was this a insult to my generosity, but when my parents found out I set the fire after
saving their "baby" girl, no.
No, I was sent away for a very long time, they made it very clear I wasn't to be apart of the little happy family anymore.
So when I got out, I tracked down their little house with the little white picket fence and I set another fire, only this time I was waiting out the front exit with a shotgun.
Took me four shots, the mother made a real ass of herself, still breathing she kept gasping about saving her beloved daughter.
If I hadn't learned to control my rage during my stay in the phys ward, I'd have emptied my gun in her.
 
You know they're still looking for Alice Winchester, too.
Got my name from this chick working in a bar,...hey look you sad."
 
Scout dotingly rose her head, "No, I'm not..., go on."
Cindy frowned, "Oh I get it, you need some company, I'll get Sarah and-"
"No!" Scout barked, "Please no, t-tell me what happened to the man you ate!" she begged.
The previous hours she had spent with the corpses gazing at her with soulless eyes, just sitting there 'watching',
the scent alone caused the poor dear to vomit all over herself several times.
Of course this didn't bother Cindy one bit, in fact she relished it, lapping at the child's dinner of water and bread.
 
It wouldn't even matter so much now, her eyes where swelled shut & the swimming acids had torn-up her throat
by producing bile from her empty stomach every other hour.
So her voice was very hoarse, she could barely get a word out above a whisper.
Nothing eaten could be kept down and her entire body had assumed a high fever, not only where her eyes and belly burning,
but now her entirely being dwell in agony.
Cindy Moore, however seemed very unaware of her guest's position, however seemed to care enough to entertain.
 
"Oh, we use to talk for hours." she cooed dreamily as she glanced over to the enormous pile of shit, inhabited by flies.
"Oh!, erm..., you didn't happen to hear us last night did you?"
 
"Y-you made a lot of noise."
 
Cindy flustered, "Yes well, we're like newly weds really the way we act!" she laughed nervously until
she suddenly heard dripping, urine had already soaked through the paper-thin three week aged diaper, and ran down the infant's legs.
"Mhm, you made another deposit for me." Cindy cooed while graving her crotch,
Watching as her prisoner piddles in a collection tub. The kiddo's body hung against the wall inches away from the bottom of the plastic basket.
When the Scout asked why Cindy had hung her arms horizontal, even painfully embraced her neck by a chain,
Cindy replied, "I don't want your feet in my drink."
Oh, that was another marvelous story, when Cindy explained how hard it was to find a
perfect bin while shopping.
 
"Hey I know what will be fun, I've got this theory."
Excited Cindy went to fetch something, "Your love it I swear!"
Moments later the mad woman returned with a kitchen knife, "We're going to do a experiment." she declared.
Grasping the mildly fighting girl's arm, Cindy jabbed as deeply as a first strike could, followed by pleas and mourns.
"Oh don't be such a wimp." spoken, as the host dragged the knife up the Scout's arm, ripping the skin like rough fabric.
Now the surface was drowned , you couldn't even see the flesh anymore from the red sea.
Taking a dirty rag from the floor, Cindy attempted to soak some of the blood before she went off to fetch something for stage two.
In her right hand she grasped a pile of Alex dung, and rubbed it up and down the innocent's wound, mixing it
with her blood , coaxing the inner flesh with the three week old waste.
Sighing pleased with herself, Cindy dragged the basket from under the girl's feet, "We're going to make maggots, you and I."
Centering the plastic bin so a edge could act as a funnel, Cindy tipped the back into the air, and drank.
 
After taking her final gulp, Cindy sighed content, "You know I'm kinda happy you didn't want to talk to Sarah and Ginger,
to be honest they've decomposed so much, they're skin is beginning to melt into the fabric of the couch."
She added a chuckle to that.
 
The Scout would tell herself she hated that laugh, or how much she needed a doctor, but it seemed pointless.
Three weeks of pealing to this woman, and there wasn't even a hint of guilt, it was as if she were
completely unaware that this should never be, that it was completely fine, everything was flowers and kittens.
Not even having a voice anymore, it was as if the trails of hope were a self-inflicted wound.
She was hurting in so many places now, she couldn't even make out separate pains, just huge throbs with after shocks,
one after another in endless series before she'd finally fall asleep.
 
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Thunk.
 
The hanging girl child awoke at the distant sound followed after the closing of the front door.
Cindy had returned home with a prize, due to her overactive paranoia, she took it upon herself
to kidnap a late night Walmart shopper at his car.
Stepping into the den, she shoved the basket with an inch surface of urine spiced with a couple of droplets from her
tender underage behind, mixed with a unmeasured count of hacks of bile, blood and a couple of maggots whom lost they're balance.
Cindy frowned kicking the basket away, the vomit and crapping where fine but ever since the flies laided eggs in her right arm,
it kind of ruined everything.
In fact the girl-child almost never responded to anything anymore, Cindy had to force feed her back when she still
wanted a drink, personally Cindy wondered why she just didn't allow her to release over the floor, now-a-days.
 
But it didn't matter, Cindy reached for her jean's button, arching her hips forward,
"I've been holding it for you." she proclaimed.
After unzipping, she peeled away the tight denim and braced her fore-fingers to hold up her vaginal slot for a standing piss.
Automatically Cindy sighed at the release of pressure, all the while better when draining yourself over a naked girl-child.
All her guest had been wearing for these now counting five weeks and going, was the same diaper she had been wearing when she arrived.
The diaper's bottom and front now paper-thin from the weeks of daily bodily functions. The only real luxury Scout had
ever had in this house was when Cindy would finally get fed up with the smell, she washed Scout with a hose at high pressure,
painful enough to rip her skin and knock the wind out of her, but it was something.
Streaming lines of piss across the infant's chest, Cindy shook herself once the flow had died down and pulled her pants back up.
 
She took note of the maggots infested with-in the right side of the girl-child, the arm itself had been eaten away and torn asunder,
they were quick little buggers in this form of environment.
They had even reached the child's shoulder, even from a short distance, Cindy could make out the white lumps squirming.
While zipping herself, she came up with a side thought relating towards Sarah and Cindy, whom she eventually wanted absolutely nothing
to do with, and had moved them to the other wing of the household, she couldn't imagine what it would be like if the maggots had taken hold of them.
 
Scout suddenly began hacking, loudly.
"Hey , that's enough." Cindy warned.
It was uncontrollable, it didn't take long for the infant to begin coughing blood, before Cindy started to panic.
"What the fuck!" she barked, snatching the kid by the jaw, "Cut it out!"
The girl's head violently shook, and lurched blood like a plot of ink over Cindy's face.
Stepping back in a state of shock as the infant rattled the chains, rage swept over Cindy, as she wiped the fluid from her sight.
"You bitch!" she howled, right-handing the child as hard as she could,
then it appeared as if the child wasn't paying attention, so a series of bitch-slaps began to change the hue of the little girl's face, before
Cindy began to mildly strangle her.
 
Then she suddenly stopped, something seemed wrong all of a sudden, the little girl wasn't breathing.
Cindy began to silently cry, "No....no, don't you dare leave me!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Ripping off the hatches that held the hanging body, exposed deep embedded red cuff lines across her throat and wrists,
how absolutely painful and tender it must have become over a week's time.
Ripping off the girl's diaper, it didn't cross the mad woman's mind to give her CPR, no instead she
bounced her tiny guest upon her knee.
The girl-child's fatty tight bottom plopping up and down Cindy's thighs, as the host's mind went in every direction at once.
When it finally came to her attention this wouldn't work, Cindy carefully placed the child upon the couch, as she went to fetch something.
"You will not die on me!" her anger and mourning fused together to create something like a banshee's warning, as she returned
with a long crusty log of Alex.
Shoving one end inside herself, and positioning the matching into her beloved girl scout, she pushed a inch or two into the girl-child
to be able to play "Lady and the Tramp."
Tossing the bra-less shirt aside, Cindy grasped the fresh corpse against her naked breasts, and pushed herself against the barely existent
pubic hairs against her bush.
Using the turd as a dildo, Cindy began to thrust into her 'lover' using her 'eaten lover' as the missing tool.
Kissing down the girl scout's neck, Cindy began to pump harder, grinding against the loins that she feared where growing cold.
The un-wiped ass of the child slapping and harshly rubbing/brushing against the wrapped around legs of the mad woman.
"You can't leave me, you can't!" she cried, jousting the girl vertical upon herself, until her hips extended forward cumming against the deep
embedded five week old shit log.
After a moment's loss of mind track, Cindy's hips eased up, and her breathing heavy and satisfied.
Tears where streaming down her features, rocking the corpse gently with-in a bear hug.
"I swear to God I'll eat you too, I will, if you don't wake up, I'll eat you too!" ,
spoken while still trying to control her servant
 
And that was how Scout lost her innocence...
 
 
To Be Continued...