Lust for Fire

                       
                                


The girls lie in bed whispering in the darkness. At night they would share 
fantasies as most friends do. Terry in a low voice said, "What is your most 
special fantasy, Rhonda?" 

Rhonda lies there feeling the warmth of her friend and replied, "It is so 
crazy, you would not want to hear." 

Terry snuggles closer and kissed her on the lips, "You know nothing is too 
strange for me." 

Rhonda pulls her friend close and holds her tight. She wants to tell but 
something deep inside resist. The thought of her best friend thinking her 
crazy was more than she could stand. Rhonda takes a deep breath and starts to 
tell when there is a knock on the door. A male voice says loudly, "Are you two 
girls still awake?" 

They both lie there quietly, pretending to sleep. Rhonda's father always 
seemed to know when they were awake. Being twenty-two they should not have 
cared but still he was Rhonda's father. No more was said as they drifted off 
to sleep. 

The next morning they woke and walked to the shower. The two stripped off the 
tees they wore in bed at night. Terry's small breast hardened as she stepped 
into the shower. Rhonda stepped into the hot water and closed her eyes as the 
warmth rained down on her. 

Rhonda turned to face Terry and took her small breast in her hands and leaned 
over to kiss the nipples, ever so lightly. She lifted her eyes to her lover's 
and said, "I love the taste of your flesh. I love everything about you." 

Terry kissed her lover's wet head and ask, "Will you tell me now of your 
deepest and darkest fantasy?" 

Rhonda stepped quickly from the shower and ran to her bedroom leaving a trail 
of water. Terry followed unsure of what was wrong. She found Rhonda lying on 
the bed crying. Terry sat on the edge of the bed and ran her hand through hair 
of her lover and best friend, "Did I say something wrong. I did not mean to 
hurt you." 

Rhonda rolled to her side and looked into the dark brown eyes of her lover, 
which were filled with worry, "You said nothing wrong. It is I that was 
wrong." 

Terry leaned down and kissed her friend on the cheek and ask, "Please share 
your troubles with me? We will share them as we have shared everything 
before." 

"I am so ashamed." She nearly screamed through the tears. 

Terry lay next to Rhonda feeling the dampness of her body. Her mind thought of 
the many times they had made love through the night and shared everything in 
their lives. What could be so horrible that her friend and lover could not 
tell? 

Rhonda kissed her lover lightly on the lips and asked, "If I tell you...Will 
you promise not to hate me?" 

Terry was nearly in tears as she replied, "There is nothing that could ever 
make me hate you, my love." 

Rhonda crawled from the bed and went to her bureau drawer. Terry watched her 
lover's small firm body as she leaned over and took a magazine from the bottom 
of a drawer. She came back to the bed and sat down. The nervous lover's eyes 
were red from crying as she said, "Inside I have this dark fantasy. Sometimes 
it scares me beyond all else." 

Terry sat there looking at the national geographic in her lover's hands, 
unsure of what to say. Rhonda continued, "One day I read a story unlike 
anything I had seen before. With it were several pictures." 

For a moment both girls sat in silence. Both were afraid to say anything. 
Rhonda then opened the magazine and took out several pages that had been 
hidden there. She handed the pages to her friend, "Read these...and please 
don't hate me." 

Terry sat there reading the pages with no expression on her face. With each 
page her reading speed increased. It did not take long before she was through 
and looked over at her lover and friend. 

Nervously Rhonda asked, "What do you think?" 

Looking very serious Terry replied, "At first I thought it was strange but for 
some reason the more I read the more excited I got." She paused and asked, 
"Did this excite you?" 

Just above a whisper she replied, "More than anything I have ever read." She 
then touches her lover's hand and then takes the bottom page from the stack. 
They both sat staring at the picture before them, neither saying a word. Both 
lost for words. 

Several minutes had passed. Terry asked, "Would you want to do this?" 

Hesitantly Rhonda replied, "Yes." 

No more was said about the story or the picture for several days. 



Sitting alone in his room Jeff rummaged through the pictures he had taken over 
the years. Each one bringing a memory of the excitement. Every girl in the 
pictures had been special. Near the end all had loved him. All his life he had 
searched for love but found the only true love was when they were near death. 
Only at that time could they truly give their complete love. 

Jeff walked from the desk to the mirror. He removed his shirt and looked at 
his well-muscled body. He knew all girls wanted him. Sometimes he gave them 
the satisfaction they craved in the darken bedroom. His true satisfaction came 
from the special girls he found. Those were the ones he lusts after...The ones 
that gave him true satisfaction. 

Be used his hands to push his long black hair back over his head as he 
wondered where he might find the next of his true loves. The net had offered a 
few but meeting on the streets had faired better. 

There was a knock on the door. Jeff not expecting anyone walked to the door as 
he slid the shirt over his broad shoulders. A smile formed on his lips as he 
opened the door. There stood the only girl that had come close giving him true 
love in life. Jef took her hand and said, "What a pleasant surprise." 

Terry pushed her long black hair from her face and said, "I hope you aren't 
busy." 

"Never too busy for you my love." 

Terry walked into the house and they embraced as if they had not seen each 
other in years. Their kiss was passionate but loving. Breaking the kiss Jeff 
asked, "I tried calling you late last night but there was no answer." 

Terry smiled devilishly and said, "I spent the night with Rhonda." 

With a smirk He said, "So how is your sweet lover doing these days?" 

Unsure she replied, "She is doing ok...but has some things on her mind." 

"What kind of things?" He asked. 

Thinking of the things she and Rhonda had shared the night before. Terry knew 
she could not talk of this with Jeff or anyone. She decides to circumvent the 
question and said, "It was nothing important. Just some family problems." 

Satisfied with the answer Jeff did not pursue. He then changed then said, "Do 
you and your girlfriend have any plans for tonight. I would like to have 
dinner with you tonight." 

Terry kissed him and said with a bright smile, "You always come before her my 
love." 

They turned to walk to the couch when Jeff realized the pictures were still 
lying on his desk. He tried to think of someway to get them hidden without 
Terry becoming suspicious. Finally he thought of a plan and asked, "would you 
fix us some coffee Terry?" 

"Sure lover. I could use a cup or two." 

Hurriedly Jeff when to the desk, for a moment he stood and looked at one of 
the pictures. He felt his arousal as he did the night she had died. 
Unconsciously he stroked the hardness through his pants. A voice from behind 
startled him, "what are you doing?" 

He quickly raked the pictures in a drawer and turned to see Terry with two 
cups of coffee. Jeff searched for the right words. His mind running at a 
feverish pace and finally stuttered, "Just...I was checking some papers." 

Terry looked down at the hardness in his pants and said, "Those must have been 
some interesting papers to make you so excited." 

Anxiously he replied, "I was only thinking of you my love." 

"Sure." She said as she set the cups down and walked over to him. "Let me see 
those "business" papers that you find so arousing." 

Jeff's heart began to race. He wondered how he could stop her from pursuing 
this farther. He then kissed her passionately and she responded.  Jeff then 
ran his hand inside her blouse and began to fondle her bra-covered breast. He 
then dropped to his knees and lifted her skirt lowering her tiny lace panties 
over her full thighs. Terry leaned over to kiss him on the top of his head. 

Suddenly she stood rigid and shouted, "What is that?" 

Jeff looked up to see her brown eyes looking at something. He turned to see 
what she was looking at. There on the floor was a picture. A picture of one of 
his true loves. Quickly he grabbed the picture and said, "Its not what you 
think it is." 

"Let me have it." She demanded. 

"Really it's not what you think." 

"You hand it over to me or I call the police right now." She said nearly 
screaming. 

Reluctantly Jeff handed her the picture. She held the picture, staring at it. 
For the longest she did not say anything. For the moment all she could see was 
the girl in the picture. Her naked body tied tightly and covered in blood. She 
was bruised and had cuts all over. The pain this girl must have experienced 
she thought. What would it be like to feel such pain, the wondered. Just as 
she had the night before looking at Rhonda's pictures, she felt her arousal. 
Unconsciously she lowered her hand to the bareness of her pussy and began to 
stroke. 

Jeff still sat on the floor. Instead of fear he was now in awe at what he saw 
before him. There stood the girl he had known for so long playing with herself 
as she looked at one of his dead lovers. 

Terry realized what she was doing and jerked her hand away from her sex and 
asked, "Are there any others." 

Jeff remained quiet. Terry said sternly, "I am sure there are more. I want to 
see them." 

Reluctantly the discovered lover stood and opened the desk drawer. Scattered 
in the bottom were dozens of pictures. Kicking her panties off her leg she sat 
in the desk chair and began to sift through the pictures. 

Half an hour passed as she sat and looked at the pictures of girls killed in 
various ways. In each could be seen the death was slow and painful. Jeff was 
sitting on the floor near tears when she asked, "Did you kill these girls?" 

Jeff only nodded. The fear of being caught had frozen him to near paralysis. 
Terry slid from the desk chair, still gripping several pictures. She began to 
kiss her terrified lover. Her hands moved quickly as they tore his and her 
clothes. Terry's breathing was fast and she was sweating with desire, "fuck me 
lover. Fuck me like you never have before. Tell me of the desire you had for 
these girls as you killed them. TELL..ME." 

The heat of his lover's body revived Jeff and he responded to his lovers 
touch. He pushed Terry onto her back and began to fuck her relentlessly. Never 
before had he felt so passionate. Wit each stroke he told how he had tortured 
each girl. How each girl had gotten the exact thing she had so desired. How 
each died happy, finally getting the pleasure she long wanted. 

The two of them exploded in passion. They shared orgasms like never before. 
The screams of release could be heard all around the house. They collapsed 
onto each other, their passion drained. 

The lovers lay there for what seem forever. They're breathing slowly returning 
too normal. Terry's long black hair was matted with her perspiration as she 
said, "That was so wonderful. I have never experienced anything that came even 
close." Then she thought to the night before and said, "I have a confession to 
make. Last night I saw some pictures similar to the ones you have. I wanted so 
badly to be the girl in the picture." 

Jeff looked at his lover with shock and said, "You would want to die like 
that." 

Terry thoughtfully said, "Till last night I had never imagined anything like 
this. The thought is exciting." 

He thought for several moments and asked, "Where did you see this picture?" 

She smiled and said, "At Rhonda's. She told me of her fantasies last night." 

Jeff sat up and looked at Terry with disbelief and said, "How long has she had 
these fantasies and to what extent?" 

"It seems she has had them for a long time. I think she wants it to really 
happen. I think she wants to die painfully." Terry replied. 

"In what way would she want to die?" He asked. 

Terry laughed as she sat up, "You interested in fulfilling her fantasies 
lover?" 

Jeff only smiled but that was answer enough for Terry as she stood and walked 
to the phone. She dialed the number, hands still trembling slightly from all 
that had happen. After several rings Rhonda's familiar voice said, "Hello." 

Terry replied, "ho lover this is Terry. I have something to talk with you 
about." 

Curiously Rhonda asked, "What is it. You sound slightly out of breath." 

Terry laughed and said, "Oh the breathing...That is just from great sex. I 
have found out something you might be interested in. could you come over to 
Jeff's and bring the picture you showed me last night, along with the story." 


Rhonda nearly screamed into the phone, "You did not tell him about my 
fantasies did you. Promise me you didn't." 

Trying to ease her friend she said, "Could you please come. I will explain it 
all to you when you arrive." 

Nervously Rhonda said, "I will be there in about ten minutes. Please don't be 
playing some cruel joke on me." 

Terry said, "You know me better than that. I'll see you in a few minutes." She 
then hung up the phone and went back to Jeff and said, "I can't believe all 
this is happening. Two days ago I have never dreamed such a thing existed and 
now I find my lover is a killer and my best friend wants to die." 

Jeff pulled her close and said, "When you found the picture I thought my life 
was over. I knew I was going to jail and even worse you would hate me. I would 
not want to live life without you." 

Terry kissed him and said, "I could never hate you darling." 

The two scrambled for their clothes as a car pulled into the drive. They had 
just finished dressing when there was a knock at the door. Terry went quickly 
to the door and opened it. Rhonda stood there looking nervously at her. "Come 
in honey." Terry said. 

Rhonda walked nervously in the house. She smiled slightly as the scent of sex 
invaded her senses. Nervously Rhonda pulled her purse tightly to her as she 
saw Jeff. 

Terry led her to the couch and then went to collect a picture from the floor. 
She then sat next to Rhonda, took her hand and kissed her tenderly on the 
lips. Rhonda looked at Jeff nervously. No one had seen them show affection 
like this. Terry noticed the nervousness and said, "No need to worry lover. 
Jeff has known about us for quite sometime." 

Rhonda blushed and lowered her eyes to her look at her lap. Terry then slid 
the picture, she had first found, in Rhonda's lap and said, "It seems Jeff has 
quite a collection of these. I thought you might find them interesting." 

Nearly in Shock Rhonda stared at the bloody girl in the picture and to Jeff. 
She then said, "You have more of these?" 

Jeff looked to Terry for confirmation and she nodded. Jef went to the desk and 
round up all the scattered pictures. He then handed them to Rhonda. For the 
next hour Rhonda looked at the pictures over and over. At times her hands 
trembled. No one else said anything and only watched her. 

Turning to look at Jeff once more Rhonda broke the silence, "Did you do this 
to these girls?" 

Jeff nodded. 

Again there was silence as Rhonda sifted through the pictures. Then she asked 
what Terry knew she would, "Could you help me with my fantasy?" 

Terry took the story and picture from Rhonda's purse and handed them to Jeff. 
He read quietly and then looked at the picture, smiled and said, "I would be 
delighted to help you." 

Rhonda looked at her best friend and lover and asked, "Would you be there. 
Could you hold my hand for as long as possible?" 

Terry smiled and said, "I would not miss it for the world." 

Jeff walked to the couch and knelt next to Rhonda, took her hand and said, 
"There is one thing you must do before I can agree to this." 

Rhonda's heart sank as she asked, "What?" 

Jeff thought, to be sure he said this exactly right, "You have given me story 
and a picture of what you desire. Still you have not spoken the words nor told 
me exactly what you want." 

Rhonda had never said it out loud to even herself. She had always been afraid 
if spoken aloud the fantasy would go away. She took a deep breath and said, "I 
want to be burned alive at the stake. I want to feel the flames as they slowly 
climb up my naked body. I want to see how long I can keep from screaming." 

Jeff smiled and kissed her on the cheek as he said, "Tell me when ever you are 
ready and your fantasy will be come reality." 

Feeling the arousal the girl said quickly, "Could we do it tonight?" 

Terry and Jeff were both caught by surprised. Each had thought Rhonda would 
want weeks or months to think about it. Terry then asked, "Don't you want time 
to think about it honey?" 

Looking at her lover and friend Rhonda said with determination, "I have 
thought of this for years. I can't or won't wait any longer." She turned to 
Jeff and asked, "Can you make the arrangements by tonight. I have always 
wanted it in darkness so the flames would seem so much brighter." 

Calmly he smiled and replied, "Tonight would not be a problem. I have a spot 
that would be perfect." Looking at Terry Jeff said, "Bring her to my Cabin in 
the hills around nine PM. Now the two of you be off, I have a lot of 
arrangements to make." 

Rhonda stood and fell into Jeff's arms, kissing him as she said happily, "You 
have no idea how long I have waited for this. Thank you so much." 

Jeff wanted to laugh but only smiled, "The pleasure is mine." 

The rest of the day Jeff worked diligently cutting wood of all different sizes 
and lengths. He had cut the trunk from a tree and removed all the limbs till 
it was smooth. He dug a whole and planted the pole firmly in the ground. At 
the base he placed a thick flat rock. 

Around the pole he carefully placed the cut wood. Smaller pieces near the pole 
and larger ones to the far. He was being careful to make sure the fire would 
burn slow and not too hot near the pole. The small kindling was placed around 
the flat rock but not above it. 

Under the rock he had dug a hole. There he placed pine lighter. This wood was 
found at the base and center of pine trees. It was nearly pure sap and burned 
quickly and intensely. 

Jeff had just finished when he saw car lights coming up the gravel road. A 
trail of dust followed the car's taillights. He held his arm over his eyes to 
shield them from the bright lights as the car rounded the final bend. Inside 
he could make out two forms in Terry's car. He let out a sigh of relief, 
realizing Rhonda had not backed out. It had seemed forever since having one of 
his special lovers. Jeff hoped this one would love him as all the others had. 

The car stopped next to Jeff and Terry called out from the open window. "Hi 
lover. Are we late?" 

Jeff smiled brightly and replied, "No just in time. I finished the 
preparations a few minutes ago." 

Rhonda stepped from the car and smiled nervously, "Hi Jeff." 

He went around the car and hugged the nervous girl and asked, "Are you still 
sure about this?" 

"More than over. May I see the place?" 

Jeff led the to girls down a small path and into a clearing. The beam from his 
flashlight bobbed as he walked. They came to a clearing where a gas lantern 
sat on the ground, casting an eerie glare over the scene. 

Rhonda pushed past Jeff to stand before the pyre. She knelt on the ground as 
if she was before an altar. Tears began to run down her cheeks as she saw her 
fantasy sitting before her. A small had reached out to touch a piece of 
kindling.  Her hand caressed it as if it were a lover. 

The others watched quietly as she walked around the pyre and then stepped onto 
the flat stone. Rhonda closed her eyes and imagined the flames licking at her 
naked body. She then removed her clothes with no thought of Jeff's presence. 
For the first time in her life modesty was the farthest thing from her mind. 

Rhonda stepped from the Stone and walked to Jeff. She kissed him passionately 
and said, "I love you. Thank you with all my heart." 

Jeff felt the familiar rush as she said the words. This one loved him as well. 
This was going to be a special night. 

Rhonda then went over to Terry, kissed her as she had Jeff and asked, "Would 
you stand with me on the pyre for a short time?" 

Without answering Terry stripped off her clothes and took Rhonda's hand as 
they stepped over the kindling and onto the stone.  They embraced for what may 
be the last time. They kissed and whispered their love for each other, over 
and over. Tears filled both girls eyes and they held each other tight. They 
ran their hands over each other's body, remembering the many times they had 
touched the same way. Their passion grew till they were at the point of 
falling onto the kindling and making passionate love. Rhonda took a deep 
breath and broke the spell of passion and said, "Its time my love." 

Terry brushed the hair, wet from their passion, from her beautiful face and 
said, "I am going to stay here with you as long as possible." 

Smiling Rhonda nodded to Jeff, indicating she was ready to begin. Jeff wrapped 
an oil soaked rag around a stick and struck a match. Even that small flame 
stole Rhonda's gaze as she watched the tiny flame. Jeff held the flame to the 
rag. At first the thick oil resisted the flame. It was if the oil decided not 
to burn this night. Suddenly the rag caught fire. The flame slowly gathered 
strength till it was rolling around the stick and producing black smoke. 

He walked to the pyre and stepped carefully on it. With love in his heart and 
soul Jeff lay the torch in the lighter under the stone. Quickly the wood 
caught and erupted in flames. The fire stayed contained under the stone as he 
had hoped. 

Jeff then went around behind the pyre and took Rhonda's hands and pulled them 
behind the pole, tying them tight with a leather thong. With another thong he 
lashed her ankles tight to the pole. 

Rhonda felt delight at feeling the bonds that hold her to the pole. She knew 
that no matter the pain she would have to remain. The stone began to warm 
under her feet. Looking down she could see the flames leap around the stone. 
Terry held her hand as the heat in the stone rose. 

Quickly the stone became very hot. Rhonda tried to lift her feet from the hot 
surface but the bonds held them in place. A moan escaped her lips as her feet 
began to hurt. 

Terry began lifting each foot, trying to ease the heat.  The stone burn her 
feet each time they touched down again. The heat was too much. Terry kissed 
her lover good bye and leaped from the stone. Rubbing her red and swollen feet 
she looked at her friends torment. 

Rhonda could feel the flesh on the bottom of her feet began to blister. The 
smell of her burning flesh began to fill the air. Smoke from her flesh mixed 
with that of the fire. Tears began to flow from her eyes as the pain 
intensified. 

Terry looked at Jeff and shouted, "We have to free her. She is in terrible 
pain." 

Jeff when to his lover and kissed her lightly, "She would hate you forever if 
she was freed from the pain. All the pain within her is now on the surface. 
For the first time she is free." 

The flames from the lighter caught the kindling around the stone. Flames 
danced wildly around her feet. They seem to bite at her feet and the back 
away. The tortured girl's toes were nearly to the edge of the stone. With a 
flash her toes began to flame and burn. 

As more kindling caught the flames rose higher. Rhonda moaned and cried but 
she did not scream as the flames tore at her legs, raising large blisters. 
Steam began to form on her legs as the blister burst. 

Higher the flames reached as the heat intensified. In a flash her well-trimmed 
pubic hair was burned away. Through the strain of the pain Rhonda began to 
cough, choking from the smoke. The scent of burning flesh filled the air. 

Flames grew higher, nipping at her breast. The flesh on her firm stomach began 
to blister as the flesh on her legs erupted in flames. Still she did not 
scream. An errant flame leapt from the fire and touched Rhonda's hair. Her 
head became a massive fireball. 

As if on command the fire grew to full strength. Smoke and flames now hid, 
what was once, Rhonda's beautiful face. A scream that would have shaken anyone 
rose from the flames. Just as the girl's face disappeared complete in the 
flames, Jeff saw what he had hoped for. She had looked at him as if saying, "I 
love you" 

After she screamed the pain ceased. She remembered the pain and reveled in it. 
The orgasm she had was unlike any other. Rhonda thought of her life and the 
love for her friends and lovers. Thoughts of love came for the man that had 
did this for her. If there had been a face left she would have smiled as death 
took her. 

Terry sat on the ground weeping as he watched the remains of her friend and 
lover turn to ashes. She sat there through the night with Jeff holding her 
hand. By the time the sun rose all that was left was the skeleton spread 
haphazardly over the pyre. 

Terry asked what she already knew, "Rhonda was happy wasn't she?" 

"Yes she was" 

Terry stood and walked as close as she could get to the hot coals. She looked 
at the ashes and knew her friends were a part of them. Through ashes she saw 
something and looked closer. In the debris she saw a diamond. It was the one 
from the friendship ring given to Rhonda when they were teens. Terry 
remembered working all summer to buy the ring for her special friend. 

Several weeks later Terry looked at the urn sitting on the mantle above the 
fireplace. Inside were what they hoped were much of Rhonda's ashes. Attached 
to the outside of the urn was a single diamond. The stone seem to always glow 
when there was a fire in the fireplace. 

The end