Lungs burning. Sex vedio I was dying, and there was no light. The warm wetness once again touched my cunt, but now not a rapist’s seed or my own urine, but the gentle bath of this man–my last lover. I had fallen off the chair, crumpled in the corner in a pool of my own piss and excrement. Then the explosion. In the scuffle I felt the rasp of metal on our legs, and knew he was removing his pants. She was small–only about five feet had she been standing–and young, her face framed by long blond hair. Then I needed a long hard fuck. As he continued down her body with the sponge, he fondled and suckled my breasts–not the crude crushing of the rapist, but a touch so light and gentle I gasped and tingled with the delight of it. I trembled, and whimpered, and died. He squeezed her dead breast and I felt her take me with a scream. Like all dead, she gravitated towards her once mortal remains, and as the Second Man composed her body on the bed I could feel her settle once more. I stumbled from the dead woman’s bedroom, knowing only two things. Then the explosion. Deeper and deeper he penetrated as he came, harder and harder, and I felt like a leaf blown in the
