The life and time of cyberTripping
Part 1, by Huff H. Law
I was thinking of a certain name that was stuck to my brain like so many dry gums to the underside of the schooldesk I had filched off the local highschool. I couldn't go there anymore (don't ask), but I did get this souvenir to keep me company.
"Where had I heard that name before?" I asked myself, rolling a candy cigarette in my hand. I was sitting at the desk itself in my room, a delapitated shithole, befitting the P.I. persona I had worked so hard to establish, or so I had thought, at least.
Someone knocked on my door, the rattling reverberating throughout the entire room, "Come in!" I said.
The fresh air from outside was a stark contrast to the moldy and dusty smell from within. I could see the person who entered whince from it, and being forced to stand in the doorway to avoid the worst of it. I could immediately tell who it was. Of course, it was cheet, my landlady.
"Tripping, I -" she paused and dry heaved as she discovered a new smell from a condom I hung on the door handle (it wasn't from sex, before you ask, I just found it on the street).
I calmly opened a nearby hentai magazine and tried to look as cool as possible, given the circumstances of me wearing two loafers, rotted through socks, shorts, and a trenchcoat.
Cheet crossed herself as she saw the vore hentai I was reading. The cover of it featuring two antromophized animals. A big strong male lion eating a petite zebra of indeterminate gender. The historical outfits they were both wearing could perhaps remind us of current events, or perhaps not. She said, "cyberTripping what in God's name -"
"- am I doing?" I slammed my magazine down dramatically, "I'm researching ways to pay for your fucking rent, you goddamned whore!"
She closed her eyes and whispered, "I wish you didn't treat me like this."
"Piss off," I said, "If you want the money for this shit room I will get it for you today, I found a job."
"A job?" she said cautiously, "That's wonderful! Tripping, what is it about?" she asked with a weak smile.
The weak smile faded as I said, "I think you know." She dropped her hands to her sides limply and stood in the doorway. She looked at me. Then she left.
And very soon so did I.
The outside world was irritating. As I walked down the street I could see people avoiding their gazes at not only with me, but also with eachother. I laughed inwardly as I saw two strangers at crosswalks look in opposite directions to avert the gaze of the other. But only for a moment, as I did the same thing, walking to my destination, a local doctor.
I hated it out here. I despised it. Unlike my smut no one here actually seemed to enjoy anything, I could see construction workers grunting as they laid bricks and police officers sneering at pedestrians crossing the road who were trying to steal looks at the nearby car crash. Them enjoying seeing the dead giving me little comfort out here.
I finally arrived at the apartment complex, I ringed on room 420B and heard a wheezy voice over the crackling static, "Who is this?"
"It's your nurse, here for the check-up," I said, just as we'd rehearsed over the private internet conversation.
"Ah excellent!" he said with perhaps more excitement I'd expected out of an old man, "Come in, come in!" he said as his voice left the box and the buzz opened the door for me.
"So," he clasped his hands, then sat on a nearby chair in his living room, "You really did arrive!"
I nodded, a bit surprised he wasn't disgusted by either my looks or smells, but I suppose this was normal with the kinds of people we both were. His apartment was perhaps larger than the usual ones, by a fair bit.
He picked up on me noticing this, as he said, "Surprised by the room? Don't lie, I can tell you are," he coughed, "You're wondering how I came to live in this, or even afford it, yes?"
I nodded.
"Hah, yes, yes, of course you would. And why not! Why not tell you. But that's for later. Of course! After the deed is done. You can read anything you want of what I did for it. But to give you an idea as to what it's about: let's say my interest for what you are about to do did not come from nowhere, no?"
I nodded. Of course, I didn't come here to have a pleasant chat with him. I was, as matter of course, a prostitute in his employ for the night. And as our opening interview seemingly ended he grabbed a covered cage he had on the table next to him and uncovered it.
It had a rat in it, a very docile one, it seemed to me. He let it out of its cage and it ran up to me. "Well," he said, "What are you waiting for?"
He watched in delight as I squatted in front of the rat, but stopped me abruptly as I tried using my hands to grab it.
"No! No hands!" he said with genuine anger, which seemed strange to come from a man like him, but I obeyed his orders.
He went back to his delighted glee as I hunched down and swallowed the live rat whole, this ordeal noticably turning me on. The good doctor was impressed and clapped, "I see you're someone who shares in my... tastes. Yes!"
"Fuck off with your pause, grandpa."
"Yes, yes," he waved my remark off, somewhat satisfied with the appetizer, but clearly wanting more. "Well, welcome into my home, perhaps... We can make a mutual arrangement perfect for us both?"
He led me into the dining room. I know it might seem strange for me to immediately know that, but the entire thing was clearly meant for some kind of eating, with a gient rotissery built out of one solid cyllinder attached to a rotating platform being presented in the middle of the room. A giant machine was next to the rotissery, presumably to heat whatever was on it.
A giant knife and fork, complete with a china plate, was laid out infront of the rotissery. Truly a mockery of fine dining, or that's what my landlady would have said, probably.
I grabbed the good doctor and began to undress him, knowing what he wanted me to do, "Yes, yes, I knew it, you were the perfect choice!" he said as I led him to the rotissery. He was fully erect as I slid him down onto the tube. I could not imagine what it felt like to have that fill up the inside of your body, possibly perforating your intestines and killing you slowly.
I could only imagine it was one of the best feelings in the world. His face seemed to reveal as much.
As I was doing this foul deed I remembered something from my school days. I had been, of course, a terribly depressed child. Had anyone paid attention to me they'd barely recognize a human, let alone a girl. Or so I thought, at least. I distinctly remember reading a book about death rituals in the school library, one of the few things that genuinely ever interested me in my life, and also one of the few I enjoyed.
I was reading about a specific ritual one day. The ritual was called Sati, it was an Indian one. It was a simple practice. A widow self-immolating on her dead husband's pire. The book gave little explanation towards why this happened, but it did note that many widows were forced into this practice. It even explained how colonial powers tolerated it, and how the incidence of it even rose with their civilizing force.
And it explained in great detail how it felt. As the widow first jumped into the scorching fire incredible pain soon followed, of course, in the lungs as well as the skin. But as the skin burned through the nerves a wondrous thing happened, or that's what I thought at least, in that the pain stopped. Entirely. The widow being turned into a spectator in her own death. A voyeur in her own snuff movie.
I remembered this as the good doctor roasted alive on the metallic stick he fashioned himself. Like common food. Despite his joy you were able to see the incredible pain of this on his face, but as said before, this pain faded, leaving him perfectly sensible, if disfigured.
But this disfigurement was not to last.
I don't remember at which point he told me where the safe was, or the code to it, but I was sure it was before I ate the entirety of him.
You may wonder why I didn't stop as soon as he "paid" me. You may wonder this, but I couldn't see why you would. Who could resist in partaking of this opportunity most of humanity would never have?
I arrived back at my home, and knocked on my landlady's room.
"Yes?" she said through the door.
"It's me, I got your money," I said.
She opened the door somberly, she looked horrified looking through the creak of the door, as if she didn't dare to show her entire body to me. I gingerly gave her the pristine money.
Before she closed the door I could see her face. Her eyes were open wide, as to how you'd expect a person to react to me, to this. But her mouth was open wide, cracking open a wide smile for all the world to see. That was what I saw before she closed and locked the door shut.
I put my vore hentai back into my desk and put the good doctor's notes on my desk. Starting to read from the beginning, and what wondrous tales he had to tell.
I truly did love my job.