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“Where’s Claire?” asked Dick-Dick – for indeed, Claire was missing.
“She was with Danica and Johnny,” said Alison. “I think she wanted to catch the beginning of their lecture.”
“Ah – excellent idea,” said Dick-Dick, “but I hope she isn’t late. We all have to go in as a group here.” It was nearly three o’clock, and Dr Dick and the NDF students were gathered in the lobby of the Princess Asshole Hospice on Oxfuck Street.
“I’m here!” came a voice, as Claire flung herself through the glass double doors, running as fast as she could. “Sorry, sorry I’m late,” she panted. She was dripping sweat from her exertion, and also appeared to have streaks of whipped cream and lemon curd in her hair. Alison smiled knowingly.
“I’ve got something for you, Al!” Claire grinned mischievously, as Dick-Dick turned away to register at the reception desk. “Kneel down, shut your eyes, and stick your tongue out!”
“What the fuck…?” intoned Alison cautiously.
“Don’t ask, just do it. You’ll love it, I promise!” giggled Claire, bouncing up and down with glee.
Alison did as she was told. As she stuck her tongue out, she smelt the scent of hot sweaty buttocks in her face, then heard the sound of a little squelch, as something sweet and lovely was deposited onto her tongue. She opened her eyes in astonishment. “Oh, you are such a slut!” she giggled, as she savoured the taste of Claire’s offering: cream, sugar, lemon, and little crunchy bits of meringue dissolved on her tongue, all combined with the heavenly taste of Claire’s sweaty asshole – which she proceeded to wipe clean with her outstretched tongue. “Farte au citron!” she screeched – and Claire cackled wickedly.
“Welcome, cocks and cunts, to the Princess Asshole Hospice. Lick my pussy.” The speaker was a tall, strongly built blonde with a square jaw, full red lips, and huge tits bulging under her long white lab coat. She wore jackboots, and a pair of handcuffs dangled from her waist. “My name is Doctor Hildegard Fotzenficker, and I am Chief Fucker here. I am an old comrade of Doctor Dick’s: we used to lecture in DAP together at the RAF some six or seven years ago. Now – before we start,” continued Hildegard, “could anyone tell me what a hospice is for? What sort of work do we do here?”
“Isn’t a hospice where you care for the terminally ill?” suggested Joe.
“Traditionally, it is,” replied Hildegard. “And in the past, pre-Enlightenment, that is what this hospice mainly did. However, since the discovery of GM, we have hardly any terminal illnesses any more. So our main work is to care for those scheduled for culling – that is, anyone approaching the age of fifty, beyond which, even with GM and MM, they would tend to get progressively uglier, fatter, less and less sexy – in other words, not worth keeping alive anymore.”
The group of students shuffled nervously. “Does no one object to being culled?” asked Eva pointedly, her eyes narrowing to a frown.
“Object? That would be ridiculous,” replied Hildegard firmly. “Here, we make death the moment of maximum Pleasure. If the mortal is clothed with Pleasure, then death is swallowed up in victory!” Hildegard puffed out her chest with pride, and a manic smile spread over her face. “That is the beautiful thing about an Enlightened society. Our good depends upon having bountiful lebensr… –er, living-space, so that we can all live our lives with maximum Pleasure – even in death!” Hildegard’s face shone briefly with visionary ecstasy, before she looked witheringly down at Eva, and continued: “Wasting resources on people who aren’t even fuckable anymore – that is what they do in the Outside World, and it only brings poverty and disease. The only ever Objectors to Enlightenment policy have been Undesirables – and such fools should know what is good for them.” Her eyes panned up and down Eva’s ebony skin with ill-disguised contempt.
“Quite right,” chimed in Dick-Dick with a nervous laugh, looking Eva directly in the eyes as if to warn her against asking any more awkward questions – though even he looked ever so slightly disquieted by Hildegard’s zeal.
“Today,” Hildegard continued, “is the first day of your fucking practice here, and so you will not be permitted to do any fucking as such – at least, not with our clients, ha ha ha – ” Dick-Dick and his students – bar Eva – dutifully laughed as well, before Hildegard continued: “But you will have the privilege of watching the Final Fuck of a woman called Annabel, who is forty-nine years old. She has chosen to be culled in a leather-and-latex fetish three-cock airtight cluster-fuck. She has said she wants to expire with cum all over her face and tits – and we, of course, will provide that for her. She has invited a few people to join her, so this may turn into a bit of a family orgy. But whilst she wants only friends and family to join her in the fuck-chamber, she is happy for you students to watch her through one-way glass – which is a great privilege, considering what a sensitive personal event this is for Annabel. So, shall we go in?”
The observation room was a plainly-decorated space, with a couple of rows of grey sofas facing a large wall of one-way glass, on the other side of which Alison and her colleagues could see a large plush chamber, opulently decorated with Tudor-style tapestries, and sporting a huge four-poster bed hung with velvet drapes. Three hunky, muscular male fuckers, their erect cocks bulging under their white lab coats, busied themselves turning down the bedclothes. “As you can see,” explained Hildegard, we only use the most physically perfect specimens of fucker for our Final Fuck sessions here: our clients deserve only the best for their final moments.” She surreptitiously glanced at Chad, clearly impressed by his physique, her eyes inevitably drawn to his bulging crotch.
Others were now filing into the fuck-chamber on the other side of the glass. There was a reddish-brown-haired woman wearing a latex fetish nurse outfit top, some chains around her waist, a pair of handcuffs dangling from her belt – and a cosh. She was carrying a tray on which sat a carafe of light green liquid and a small crystal wine glass, which she set down on a bedside table. There were a few couples and small groups of people – presumably friends and relations of the to-be-deceased, all dressed in their sexiest fetish “fuckday best” – who seated themselves on plush couches arranged around the perimeter of the chamber. And then there was Annabel, a stunningly beautiful woman with long black hair, dressed in a black faux-leather cupless basque with matching thigh-high boots, and a black fetish choker. Far from looking old or ugly, this woman was sexy – “really sexy,” Alison muttered in admiration. Her tits were clearly surgically enhanced, but unlike Cunts’, they were not brash and in-your-face, but done with taste and discretion. She was slender and tall, with high cheekbones, a flat stomach, a shaven cunt, and a tight ass. “She doesn’t look older than thirty…” Alison thought to herself. “Surely she’s totally fuckable – why cull her?!”
Hildegard gestured for the students to sit on the couches, and dimmed the lights in the observation chamber so that they could see more clearly what was happening on the other side of the glass. Claire, eager to get a good view, sat next to Brad and the other boys in the front row. Alison, Eva and Harriet took their places in the second row. Dick-Dick stood in the shadows at the back of the room with Hildegard, who began to explain: “Nurse Datchet is now pouring Annabel her ‘fucklock’. It is based upon the same herb which Socrates drank in 400 B.C. – but it has been altered so that it only takes effect when the drinker orgasms. Annabel will leave this world in the ecstasy of Pleasure!”
As Annabel drank her delayed-action draft, the three male fuckers removed their lab coats to reveal their tall, tanned, muscular bodies. Alison, Claire and Harriet, as well as several of the women in the fuck-chamber, let out a long “ooooh” at the sight of their GM cocks, massive and erect, their cock-heads deep purple and throbbing with lust. Even Chad looked impressed. The three men approached Annabel, lifted her up, and placed her gently on the bed. Two of them began softly licking her tits, one on each side, while the third nuzzled his face between her legs and began to kiss his way up her boots towards her shaven slit. All three were clearly fuckers of the highest quality, for it was not long before Annabel was moaning in ecstasy, muttering, “Oh yeah, boys, eat me up, suck my tits, lick my cunt, make me feel good…”
By now, Chad, Darren and Joe all had their dicks out and were slowly stroking them as they watched the cluster-fuck developing in front of them. Claire and Bradley were feeling each other up. Harriet had lit a cigarette and was smoking it fast and deep, while gently fucking herself with her favourite pink dildo. Alison, aroused by the sheer beauty and hotness of the scene unfolding on the other side of the screen, reached under her skirt and started slowly sliding her middle finger in and out of her slimy asshole while gently rubbing her clit with her thumb. Behind her, she heard Hildegard unzip Dick-Dick’s fly.
In the fuck-chamber, some of the family guests were also beginning to stroke and lick each other. Alison couldn’t tell exactly who was who, but one young lady – the spitting image of Annabel, and dressed in a matching basque, so perhaps her daughter – spread her legs to allow a young man with black hair and black leather trousers to eat her cunt. Nearby, a girl dressed as a French maid was sucking the cock of a man wearing a black suit and clerical collar, as he read from a small book:
Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed – in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed.
“Oh, zat’s beautiful, Duncan,” said the French maid, as she briefly paused her cock-sucking. “I leuve it when you read zat book while I seuck your cock…”
Annabel was now sitting, reverse cowgirl, on one of her fuckers’ cocks, while sucking off the other two. Her cock-speared cunt was on full display towards the glass partition, so that Alison and her colleagues could admire her large shiny clit and flappy fuck-lips, which flopped back and forth as the huge cock drilled in and out. “Oh yeah, fuck me with that big dick,” she called, before opening her mouth wide to take both remaining cocks into her mouth at once.
Alison glanced backwards, and in the darkness could just make out Hildegard, now on her knees, licking up and down the full length of Dick-Dick’s long shaft. Claire and Brad were still seated in the front row, pleasuring each other with lustful abandon, Claire’s fist jerking up and down on Brad’s small cock, while his fingers probed deep into her wet cunt. Harriet left her dildo poking hands-free out of her pussy for a few seconds in order to chain-light another cigarette, before flicking her used butt across the room into the corner and resuming her self-dildoing. She tapped Joe and Darren on the shoulders, beckoning to them to join her – which they did, proffering their hard cocks for her to suck on while she continued to smoke.
Amongst the boys, only Chad was left alone.
Soon Annabel was airtight, one stud fucking her cunt from below, another sliding his dick into her ass doggy-style, and the third fucking her face, so that she squealed, moaned and gagged all at once, strings of saliva dangling and swinging from her chin, her ass alternately gaping and filling up with her assfucker’s huge member. All around her, her friends and family had grouped themselves into little fuck-clusters – eating cunt, sucking cock, and fucking in various different combinations. Nurse Datchet, her uniform now open at the front, was having her large tits sucked by a beautiful blond girl wearing red leather and sporting shiny red lipstick. Moans, whimpers, and fuck-talk filled the room, as the man with the clerical collar continued to recite scripture: “The perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality.” “Oh yeah, fuck my ass with your big cock, Daddy!” … “Death has been swallowed up in victory!” … “Fuck me, goddamit, fuck my cunt hard!” … “Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?” … “Please, Aunt Jemima, ram that fucking fist in my pussy!”
Alison noticed Chad looking around, his cock hard and glistening with pre-cum, but appearing distinctly lonely. Seeing that Eva was the only girl left in the room who wasn’t pleasuring anyone, he stood up and walked around to the second row, waving his huge cock in her face and snapping his fingers, as if instructing her to suck it. Alison had seen Chad do this to her before, and in the past she would always obey. But this time she shook her head. Chad did not give up: “Suck it, bitch,” he muttered, so that no one else in the room would hear.
“Fuck off, Chad,” replied Eva quietly.
“What did you fucking say, whore?” replied Chad.
“You heard me, dickhead. You don’t fucking own me – and I don’t have to fucking suck your cock if I don’t want to.”
“Oh, but you do want to, filthy cunt. And I do fucking own you, ‘coz you’re a worthless fucking black whore, and you depend upon white guys like me for your pleasure, for your jobs, for your money, for…”
“Leave her alone, Chad,” interrupted Alison. She looked around. All the others were far too busy to notice, in the dark, what was going on between Eva and Chad. And the clamour of fuck-noises, dirty talk and scripture readings from beyond the glass drowned out the sound of Chad’s increasingly aggressive voice.
“Oh, so your new white friend is protecting you, Eva!” Chad mocked. “What lies did you fucking tell her, to get her on your side? All about your poor Mommy and Daddy being expelled, and how hard it is being a black cunt in the white man’s world, and all about your big-dicked brother who’s given up everything for you? It’s all bullshit, you know, Al? She’s just…”
“Shut the fuck up, Chad!” interrupted Alison, removing her middle finger from her asshole and sticking it up, glistening, slimy and stinking, towards his face.
“NO, YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!” replied Chad. In one swift movement he turned away from Eva and slapped Alison hard in the face with the back of his hand, knocking her sideways off her couch. Eva screamed. The others in the observation room turned their heads in astonishment, and Dick-Dick pulled his cock out of Hildegard’s face and gaped in horror.
“CHAD!” bellowed Dick-Dick. “HOW DARE YOU?!” Chad didn’t wait for further reprimands. He zipped his penis up into his trousers and stalked swiftly out. “CHAD, YOU COME BACK HERE AT ONCE!” shouted Dick-Dick, his long gleaming cock still dangling and waggling in front of him – but the boy was gone. Hildegard stared after him in amazement, saliva dripping down her chin onto her massive tits.
“Oh, Alison, baby!” cried Claire, abandoning Bradley, as she and Eva came to her aid. Dick-Dick, clearly mortified and shocked, kept muttering, “Oh my God… oh no! Chad – why on earth?” over and over to himself, as he helped to lift Alison gently off the floor and placed her back on the couch. Hildegard left the room briefly, returning with an ice-pack which Alison pressed to her face. Claire and Eva placed their arms around her, comforting her with lots of hugs and kisses. Even Harriet abandoned her double blowjob to also come to Alison’s aid – much to Joe and Darren’s dismay.
But the action behind the one-way glass had not stopped. Annabel was lying on the bed now, frantically rubbing her clit with her fingers. “I’m gonna fucking come, boys, this is it. Time to cover me with your jizz!” The three fuckers stood around her, stroking their cocks, ready to squirt. The others in the fuck-chamber, aware that Annabel’s end was nigh, turned to watch, but did not cease their fucking. The cleric continued reading from his Bible, as the French maid at his feet started to jerk his cock into her face. The Annabel lookalike, who was now being fucked doggy-style, started to moan with her impending orgasm, muttering, “Cum in my fucking cunt while I watch my Mommy croak, baby, yeah, cum in that hot cunt.”
“Here it comes,” Annabel screamed, “I’m coming, I’m fucking coming, I’m…OH FUUUUUUUUCK!!!” The three fuckers released their loads in perfect synchronisation, their cum spurts criss-crossing each other, making a gloopy three-way lattice of cock-snot which covered Annabel’s hair, eyes, nose, mouth, cheeks, neck and tits. The cleric released spurt after spurt of hot cum over the French maid’s face; it pooled in her eyes, then dripped from her mouth and chin onto the lace of her uniform. Annabel’s daughter’s stud withdrew his cock from her cunt, allowing his copious creampie to drip from her fuck-lips and dribble down her thighs onto their couch. In the observation chamber, Bradley, Darren and Joe were unable to hold back, jerking their cum-loads across the floor in front of them. Annabel screamed one last “FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK…”, and then was still.
Annabel lay on the bed, her long black hair splayed wide, her face and tits covered with cum, her fucked-out cunt and ass still gaping wide, as the three fuckers shook the last few drops of semen from their cocks and then slowly stood up, standing back from the bed and bowing their heads respectfully, as their penises gradually went flaccid. Nurse Datchet, by now naked except for her red-cross cap, large smears of red lipstick on her tits, glided forward and gently lifted Annabel’s wrist to take her pulse. After a few seconds, she nodded, folded Annabel’s arms over her tits, and drew a sheet up and over her entire corpse. She pushed a button on the wall, whereupon the bed, with Annabel’s body on it, began slowly to move backwards, gently pushing through the drapes at the back of the fuck-chamber and disappearing from sight.
“I am so sorry, Hildegard, for Chad’s behaviour,” said Dick-Dick, as the lights came back on in the observation room. “I don’t know what got into him…”
“Ach, never mind that, Dick. He is a very impressive lad. But I am sorry I didn’t have the chance to finish your blowjob.”
“Story of my life, Hildegard – if only you knew! Alison, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” replied Alison, removing the ice-pack to reveal a faint blue welt which was beginning to appear on her cheek. “This is getting to be a bit of a habit!” she added nervously, in an attempt at levity, as she glanced at Eva.
Hildegard seemed more interested in the perpetrator than the victim. “Chad who – did you say?” she asked.
“Uh, Halloway,” said Dick-Dick. “I am so shocked: this sort of behaviour is utterly unacceptable from our students. It will have to be dealt with at the highest level: it might mean suspension, or even rustication…”
“Hmm,” noted Hildegard thoughtfully, before changing the subject swiftly. “Well, would you like to meet the family now? They said they’d be happy to welcome you to the wake.”
The entire party filed out into the entrance lobby, where the friends and family, as well as a large spread of canapés, awaited them. Claire eyed up the petits-fours lustfully, before Alison pulled her back to the group.
“Professor Dick, I’d like you to meet Annabel’s daughter, Belladonna…” said Hildegard, introducing the Annabel lookalike, who paused eating cum out of her cunt to say a gracious “Lick my pussy” to Dick-Dick and his student group, “… and her son, the Reverend Duncan Williams, and his wife Genevieve,” gesturing to the cleric and the French maid, the latter of whom was wiping semen off her face with her hand and happily slurping it off her fingers.
“It has been a privilege for us to share this special moment with you,” said Dick-Dick to the vicar. “Your mother passed away with such dignity and good taste. You must be very proud of her.” All the students nodded enthusiastically – especially the boys, who were wiping their cocks off and stowing them back in their trousers. Claire and Eva continued to nurse Alison, getting her another drink of water, and giving her lots of hugs and kisses. Harriet lit a new cigarette and blew dignified and respectful cones of smoke across the room, as she stowed her dildo in her handbag.
“Are you okay, Al?” asked Claire, stroking her friend’s cheek.
“Yeah, I’m fine. At least, no blood drawn this time!” She smiled tentatively at Eva, who said in reply, “Thank you, Alison. You needn’t have done that for me…”
“Maybe not. But I wasn’t gonna let that dickhead…”
But Alison never got to finish her sentence, for suddenly the air was rent by a blood-curling scream. “NOOOOOOO!!!” A man ran out of a side-corridor and across the hallway towards the front door. He was completely naked, with black skin and grey hair, and a wiry build. The entire funeral party, as well as all the students, paused in astonishment. Eva clasped her hands to her mouth in horror.
“DOORS!” bellowed Hildegard. Nurse Datchet hastily slammed her fist onto a red button on the wall, and the glass front doors slammed shut.
The man hurled himself at the doors, straining every sinew, in vain, to open them. “LET ME OUT!” he screamed. “I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TRYING TO DO TO ME! I DON’T WANT TO DIE – I DON’T WANT TO DIE!” His naked dark-skinned figure scrabbled at the doors, and then hurled itself at them in a desperate attempt to break out.
“GUARDS! ESCAPED CLIENT!” shouted Hildegard. “PREPARE NUMBER SIX!” The three male fuckers, still naked, ran into the hallway from the fuck-chamber next door, seized weapons from behind the reception desk, and took aim at the desperate escapee.
“NO!!!” screamed Eva.
“FIRE!” bellowed Hildegard. All three fucker-guards fired in unison. The black man, his body spread-eagled in desperation against the doors, screamed, froze, and then slid slowly down the door, leaving a long smear of blood against the glass, as he crumpled into a heap on the floor.
“Oh Jesus…” cried Alison. She looked at Eva, who was trembling from head to foot and whose face was frozen in utter horror.
“Daddy!” Eva whispered. She swayed for a few seconds, and then fainted.
*
The sky seemed greyer, and the nave dimmer than usual, as Alison shuffled into Wankminster Cathedral that evening.
“Forgive me, Fucker, for I have sinned.” Alison’s lower lip trembled as she spoke.
“How long has it been since your last Confession?” came a familiar reassuring voice.
“Oh, not long, Fucker – just a few days, but… a lot has happened in those few days – I hardly know where to begin.” She wrung her hands in desperation, as if trying to wash her pain away.
“Take your time, there’s no hurry, my sister.”
“Well, I think I might have told you last time that a man… declared love to me.”
“Ah, yes… Have you been able to forgive your attacker?”
“Well, I’m trying to. But since then, his sister attacked me – like, tried to bite my tit off – and I was off school for a couple of weeks. We’ve made up now: I mean, I ate her cunt, and she fisted my ass and everything, so I think we’re going to be good friends. But… but she’s been telling me… about love…”
“What has she said?” The priest’s voice took on an air of alarm.
“Well – and also, I forgot to say, two post-grad students at the Academy left. Actually, they’ve left the Union, and are getting married for love… And they want to have kids, like, the ‘natural’ way, you know, by fucking, and then, like, out of her cunt…? And my friend – you know, the one who bit my tit, the sister of the guy who said he loved me – she says that originally, in the Bible, it, like, talks about love and stuff and… and today, this boy hit me… and then I saw a man being culled – and it was my friend’s dad, and… and I know culling is supposed to be voluntary, but this sure as fuck wasn’t, and, well… I don’t know any more what to believe. I was brought up to be a good girl, you know, to fuck around, to give pleasure, to follow the ideals of the Enlightenment. But now everything seems wrong, and the more I see the worse it seems. I just don’t know what to believe any more, Fucker, and I’m so… scared…” Alison’s voice trailed off, fearful that she might have said too much.
There was a long pause, before the priest replied slowly, weighing his words carefully. “Sister, you are straying into very dangerous territory, you know. I cannot answer your questions. If I did, even in the privacy of Confession, I would be putting myself in danger as well. I advise you to turn away from this path, and go back to fucking around and giving pleasure. In this Enlightened society we live in, some things are best not thought about too deeply; mindless Pleasure can be preferable.”
“Yeah, but, Fucker, I – ”
“Hear me out, sister. If you are determined to learn more about these things you are so concerned about, visit a friend of mine. His name is Ambrose, and you can find him at 38B Tottenham Cunt Road. Knock three times on the green door. If someone answers, say only that ‘the shepherd’ sent you. They will pass you a small book through the cat-flap: take it quietly, and leave immediately. Keep this to yourself, tell no one where you are going, and be very discreet.”
“Oh, and this Ambrose, is he – ”
“No more questions, sister. Your penance is to say one Our Fucker and three Eat My Cunt Marys. Now, would you like to make an act of contrition?”
“Uh, oh, yes please, I like that bit best. But, uh – could you do it in my ass? My face is feeling a bit bruised…”
“Of course, my sister, that is your choice.” The panel in the screen slid open, revealing the confessional gloryhole. Alison turned around, hitched up her skirt, and pressed her buttocks against the screen. She felt the thick ecclesiastical cock enter her asshole with a gentle squelch. The priest muttered “oh fuck” under his breath, and began to slowly slide his presbyterial dick in and out of her rectum.
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