A Day Late and a Dollar Short…IV

Through the luscious valley of Cassie’s
more than ample cleavage
the rising dark loam marched upwards
relentlessly pausing just
long enough to kiss the sweet cherries
the bright headlights
of her swollen nipples so utterly delicious
forcing the naked mantrap
to tilt back her head gaze upwards at the
full moon sailing across
the star filled heaves after the delicate
curves of her shoulders
disappeared beneath the quaking surface
until the oval of her face
became an island floating atop the climbing
tide of the bubbling sand
cut off from the sounds of the sphere of life
when the loam poured
into her ear canals the lovely naked maid
silently awaited the moment
of her execution now swiftly approaching
unaware of the eerie laughter
coming form the gigantic flame filled gourd
as it observed in murderous
delight at the demise of another unweary
daughter of mother nature
as she disappeared forever into the earth

A Day Late and a Dollar Short…III

Deep within the woods underneath the stars
the brown haired femme fatale
known to her family and friends as Cassie
stood naked within the soft glow
of the moonlight within all the splendor of her
au naturel and  feminine beauty
lifting up her foot out of the softening ground
the bosomy mantrap took a step
and then another as she walked within a daze
towards the gigantic orange gourd
mesmerized by the yellow flame of the candle
writhing erotically behind the slits
of its hand carved evil eyes and its toothy grin
until at last to her eternal chagrin
the angelical and  impromptu sacrificial offering
sank downwards up to her waist
within the ice cold clutches of the bottomless pit
of quicksand that was her fate
watched helplessly as the curves of her buttocks
the twin ovals if her oh so cute
and tight little ass disappeared within the ground
still the impromptu sacrificial
offering could do nothing but to watch helplessly
as Cassie sank up to the orbs
of her ripe melon sized breasts untouched by her
once and never future lover
shivering slightly as the loam caressed her body

A Day Late and a Dollar Short…II

From the safety of the trail Cassie strayed
walked towards the tiny light
shining from the carved mouth and eyes
of the gigantic pumpkin
with her eyes locked onto the alluring prize
the candy upon the ground
spread all about the gigantic orange gourd
the well-stacked femme fatale
ignored the glint of diabolical anticipation
shining within its evil eyes
hand carved by the fingers of the she devil
known to all as Satana
entranced by the yellow glow of the candle
flame dancing deep inside
writhing erotically within the hollow calabash
no danger did she perceive
until at last within the ground just a few feet
away from her alluring goal
without any warning what so ever the ground
beneath the bottoms of
the bosomy femme fatale’s feet disappeared
sank downwards into the
quivering loam out of her sight and out of mind
unable to stop herself
though not against her will the chosen sacrifice
allowed the rising loam
to suck off her shoes shucked off her costume

A Day Late and a Dollar Short…I

For as long as Cassie could remember
she had wanted to solve
the riddle of the gigantic pumpkin that
came on all hollow’s eve
overflowing with enticing confections
deep within the woods
to discover why someone disappeared
while trick or treating
never to be seen nor heard from again
so the lovely femme fatale
slipped into the sexy costume bought
down at the local store
became someone else on that special
night beneath the moon
as she took the detour down the trail
leading through the forest
careful not to stray within the swamp
to walk among the many
bottomless bogs and pits of quicksand
planted by mother nature
for the feet of her wayward daughters
until at last the adorable
brown haired girl dressed to look like
the frustrated lost
lovely young woman in the wizard of oz
glimpsed the light
shining brightly in the fen far off the trail

Poetic Justice

Gina, a well endowed goddess who proudly sported a mane of strawberry blonde tresses, watched from behind a tree. As the wife of the man she’d just spent the afternoon dallying with in bed. Climbed out of her car and walked into the fairly new home she shared with her husband of twenty-three years.

The young whore letting out a sigh of relief as her fancy mans wife disappeared. Once she fully realized that the much older woman hadn’t seen her leave the house after all. Carefully backing away into the woods until she was completely out of sight of anyone who might walk out onto the front porch. Turning around Gina fled down the trail towards home as fast as her legs could carry the well endowed goddess in the swiftly approaching twilight.

Lost in thought Gina scampered down the trail unknowingly towards her doom. Her swift passage  activating a series of digital cameras hidden in the trees. Which began recording the lovely goddesses every move as she passed by cleverly hidden motion detectors. Until coming out of the woods the sexy goddess stopped in front of a small clearing with a frown etched on her face. As Gina stood there catching her breath while racking her brain desperately trying to remember the directions her married lover had given her.

Then a smile lit up the sexy goddesses face as if a cloud blocking the sun had just passed by on its journey across the sky. When Gina spotted another trail on the other side of the small clearing. Which had the effect of jogging Gina’ memory as she remembered that she was supposed to cross the clearing.

Though what her lover hadn’t told the teenage whore was that the clearing dotted here and there with wild flowers and tufts of grass. Was fed by an underground aquifer, the water level rising to just below the surface in places, tending to make the ground unstable. Which couldn’t be detected by the naked eye as no matter where Gina looked the ground looked the same as it hid mother natures cleverly hidden traps. While hidden in the trees four digital camera fitted with wide angle lenses came to life as Gina stepped into the clearing. Patiently waiting to record the sexy goddesses demise while dispassionately watching the teenage whore as she proceed across the small clearing.

Humming happily to herself as once again her thoughts turned back to the afternoon she’d spent in bed with her married lover. Gina knew in her heart that she’d never be the same as she looked forward to rocking her parents neighbors world again the following weekend. as she headed towards the trail which unknown to the teenage whore actually headed away from her home as it angled deeper into the dark and mysterious woods.

Suddenly Gina was pulled abruptly out of her reverie when without warning. She gasped in fright as she plunged into the soft ground all the way up to her right knee. Unable to stop herself as her forward momentum pulled Gina’ left leg into the muck. All the young goddess could do was throw out her hands in a desperate attempt to catch her herself. Before her lovely face hit the ground rushing up at her as Gina slipped up to her belly button into the soft and moist earth.

But instead of catching herself Gina watched in horror as her hands disappeared as her arms slipped up to her elbows into the ground. Leaving the lovely whore bobbing up and down like a fishing bobber on the surface of a restless lake stirred by the propellers of passing boats. As Gina desperately struggled to free her arms and pull her hands back out of the muck, which held the lovely goddess within its iron grip stubbornly refusing to let Gina escape.

“HELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!” the hapless stuck in the mud goddess cried out in vain as she settled up to her breasts in the quivering and quaking mud.

Unable to extradite her arms and hands Gina continued to struggle inadvertently pressing the orb of her breasts deeper into the mud. The cold and damp earth slowly sapping away the shivering goddesses strength. As the mud relentlessly poured down into Gina’ blouse flooding the valley of her luscious cleavage.

Again and again Gina cried out for help but only the denizens of the forest and the hidden microphones heard her terrified screams. As the four digital cameras focused their wide angle lenses onto the rapidly sinking strawberry blonde. While her lover sat down to watch a movie with his wife as he patiently waited for his wife to retire for the night. Before sitting down in front of his computer, located in his office, to watch the recording of his latest sexual conquests untimely demise.

Hiding the encrypted file on his portable hard drive for his future viewing pleasure. Instead of watching his neighbors sixteen year old daughter perish in real time as he would have preferred and usually did. For Gina wasn’t the first of his illicit lovers to discover her ultimate destiny and fate in the depths of the bottomless quicksand pit. Nor would she be the last bitch he’d sacrifice after fertilizing her womb if he had any say so in the matter.

As her lover sat next to his wife on the couch in their livingroom. Gina was forced to tilt her head backwards as far as she could until her face pointed upwards towards the sky. While twisting her head from side to side in denial as the quicksand flowed up the sides of her face and flowed into her ear canals. Cutting off the teenage goddess from the sounds of the living as Gina continued to descend into the silence of an unmarked grave.

The digital cameras zooming in and recording for posterity he lovely features of Gina’ face melting beneath the bubbling mud. As well as the teenage whore’s last scream as it was choked off as the damp mud poured into the O of her gaping mouth. Automatically shutting off  a few minutes later, the quaking mud growing still, after the last of the air squeezed out of Gina’ lungs bubbled to the surface.

Dreaming Of Quicksand

It had been an exhausting day and Christine was tired as she bent over the tub to turn off the water that she had run for her nightly bubble bath. She then stood to her full height of five feet two inches and stretched to loosen her tired and stiff muscles then unfastened her robe and slide it off her shoulders and let it fall in a crimson heap at her feet.

At thirty-six Christine was justifiably proud of her lithesome body for she worked very hard to keep her flat stomach, firm thighs and heavy breasts just as lean and hard as they were when she married her husband Richard sixteen years earlier just before she turned seventeen.

Even now she enjoyed and welcomed the stares and second looks that even much younger men felt compelled to give her when ever she was out running errands or when Richard took her out for an evening of dancing and fun on the town. For along with her short black hair, soft brown skin, radiant smile and dancing sky blue eyes her girlish figure was stunning to behold within her low cut black evening dress that had a long slit running up the side. For it enhanced her curving hips and well rounded cleavage so perfectly that it made other women jealous who then kept their husbands on a much tighter leash whenever she walked onto the dance floor; though they had no cause for worry since Christine only had eyes for her adoring husband and paid no attention whatsoever to those who tracked her every movement. Neither would she disappoint or try to make her husband jealous by flirting with anyone else, other then her two young sons, and ignored those who constantly tried to get her attention.

Now that the needs and demands of her children, two sons and two daughters, had been seen to and they were in bed paying a visit to dreamland it was time to indulge herself in her nightly ritual of pampering herself so that she would be ready to give Richard the time and attention he needed when he returned home from working the night shift.

Already she had set up the candles in their bedroom that she would light and had spread rose petals over the bed and floor which gave the room a pleasant and romantic scent that always seemed to put Richard in the mood no matter how tired he was and a new light blue revealing gown lay upon the bed waiting for her to put on so that she could entice him into her arms instead of falling off to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

How she looked forward to laying in his strong arms and her skin tingled as she thought of his gentle kisses and the trails of fire that his fingertips would trace over the voluptuous curves of her body. Longing for the fullness of his manhood to fill her when at last he rolled over and mounted her as they made wild and passionate love as they did at least three times a week.

Stepping into the warm water she slowly submerged herself beneath the bubbles that filled the tub like snow and sighed as the warmth began to seep into her weary flesh driving out the stress and chill that filled her at the end of every hectic day. Closing her eyes Christine relaxed and lay still allowing her mind to wander back to the events of the most recent family reunion that she had attended with her husband and children a few days earlier.

Ever so slowly the fog of drowsiness began to creep over Christine wrapping her tightly within its warm embrace like a blanket. Not wanting to fall asleep while soaking in a tub full of water she opened her eyes and rubbed them with her wet hands. Only to end up yawning a few moments later when her eyelids heavy with the irresistible urge to sleep disobeyed her commands and slowly closed once more as she fell helplessly into a deep sleep from which she was destined never to awaken.

A short time later Christine opened her eyes only to find herself standing naked and alone within a meadow deep within the woods not far away from her home. A soft breeze whispered across the grass at her feet causing her arms and thighs to break out in goose bumps even as her nipples became stiff and erect at the winds cool caress.

Shivering slightly she then wrapped her arms tightly about herself briskly rubbing the sides of her arms with the palms of her hands in a futile attempt to warm herself. Even as her well endowed bosom began to heave with fear as she realized that she couldn’t remember how she had gotten in the middle of the woods from the safety and warmth of her bubble bath. Especially since she had never been known to suffer from sleep walking.

Though the moon was full and bright and Christine could see the stars twinkling high above in the sky still it was dark for a cloud had lazily drifted in front of the moon blocking momentarily the flow of moonlight. Yet in the distance Christine could see what looked like the outside lights of her home. While on the wings of the playful wind she could hear the barks and howls of the wild dogs that romped and played in the woods at night.

Slowly she began to make her way towards the distant lights of her home being careful not to step on anything that might cut her bare feet. She hadn’t gotten very far when the cloud released the moon from its grasp and once again the earth was bathed within its soft glow. Not very far away Christine could now see a gap in the woods where the trail her children had blazed lay and was assured that she was walking in the right direction.

Within just a few minutes Christine left the open space of the meadow and seemingly was swallowed up by the dark woods. Walking briskly now that she could see by the light of the moon, for she had no desire to tangle with the pack of wild dogs she had heard earlier in the distance, she continued onward hoping to be able to finish her bath before Richard returned home from work so that she would be ready to seduce him.

Suddenly there was a crack like a gun shot as s tree limb broke and fell to the ground just off to the left side of the trail causing Christine to nearly jump out of her skin. Pausing in mid stride and listening carefully she then thought that she heard running footsteps coming rapidly towards her from the direction she had just came. Her heart began to pound with fear in her chest and in a panic she began to run swiftly down the trail.

Not daring to stop even when her side began to burn and ache Christine ignored the sharp slaps against her chest the orbs of her large breasts made as they bounced and swayed with each step she took. She continued to run until she burst forth out of the dark forest and almost ran head long into the chilly water of the creek that meandered across the back of their property before disappearing once more into the depths of the woods.

Unable to run any further she fell to her knees when she recognized where she was and wrapped her arms about her waist and stomach, her chest heaving, as she desperately struggled to catch her breath and to calm her racing heart still pounding with fear like a hammer against her ribs.

As soon as she had calmed down and was certain that nothing was chasing her down the trail. Christine chided herself for being so easily frightened as she climbed to her feet and began to walk along the bank of the creek looking for the stepping stones or a fallen log that her children used to cross over whenever they went to play in the woods.

She had only walked a short distance when once more a hungry cloud decided to make a meal of the moon plunging her into darkness. Still Christine proceeded to search, through slowly, along the bank feeling secure that soon she would be able to cross the creek and make her way swiftly home.

One moment Christine was walking on solid ground and the next she suddenly stepped into a slight depression hidden in the darkness which through her off balance. Then when her foot made contact with the ground to her complete surprise it sank in up to her ankle into what felt like soft sand still warm from the heat it had absorbed from the rays of the sun during the day.

Unable to slow or stop her momentum Christine stumbled forward and when her other foot also sank in slightly deeper then the first she nearly fell flat on her face. But was able to catch herself just in time by wildly flapping her arms back and forth like pistons at her side. Yet by the time she had managed to stabilize herself and stopped wobbling back and forth she discovered to her growing dismay that she had already sunk into the sand up to her knees.

As Christine slowly continued to sink she began to wonder why none of her children had thought to tell her and their father about this danger and made a mental note to scold them at the breakfast table as well as to forbid from playing in the woods until this area could be marked and barricaded off so that no one else would become accidentally trapped as she had been and maybe sucked down into an untimely death. Just thinking at what could have happened to one of her precious children or one of their many friends made her shudder and quake with renewed terror.

Christine then attempted to extradite herself from the quicksand by raising her right foot but was only able to lift it  an inch or two as the sand was loathe to give up its victim so easily and at the same instant felt her left foot sink even deeper. This continued to happen each time she tried to raise one foot the other one slipping ever deeper as she continued to become hopelessly mired in the constantly shifting sand.

When the sand at last had reached her upper thighs it began to dawn upon her just how trapped and helpless she had become causing Christine to begin to panic and when she felt the warm sands caress against the hairs of the thick bush that covered as it guarded the slit of her womanhood she lunged forward and screamed, “Oh god somebody please help me!” As her sudden movement caused her to sink even faster and she felt the sands warm embrace creep rapidly up her lithesome waist.

It wasn’t until Christine realized that the large orbs of her breasts were resting on top of the sand that she was able to regain her senses and stopped her ineffectual struggles. Looking downward she watched as the sand cupped each of her breasts within its iron grip and felt the warmth of her urine start to trickle down the inside of her thighs as the fear that griped her heart caused her bladder to void itself. Then a tear began to make its way down her cheek as she helplessly watched her nipples slowly disappear beneath the surface of the sand as it slowly crept upwards towards her neck.

Exhausted her arms lay on top of the sand twitching uselessly her hands out stretched towards her nearby home pleading silently for help that she knew would never arrive in time to save from a sandy grave. Sadly Christine thought about the kisses and caress her husband would never be able to shower upon her willing body, nor would she ever again feel his strong yet gentle arms about her as they made love. Even as the fist of cold terror in her stomach griped her insides and began to overwhelm her.

It also saddened her beyond measure to think that she would never see her children grow up and marry nor would she ever meet the grandchildren that they were bound to have. Until at last she gave up hope and made peace with herself and her creator resigning herself to an early death a fate that she had never dreamed would ever over take at such a young age.

Then as her chin came to rest upon the sand and she was forced to tilt her head backwards the cloud chose at that moment to release the moon once more. Blinking her eyes in the sudden light Christine saw standing just a few feet away her favorite nephew; the eldest son of her husbands older brother watching her slowly sinking into the sand.

Suddenly hope sprang up into her heart as she reached out her hands to him and begged, “Please help me.” But to her horror he only smiled as he shook his head no refusing to come to her aid and rescue her.

“Why!” She gasped with dismay.

“Because I’m hungry and I want to consume your sweet feminine soul.” He frankly told her.

Then as Christine felt the sand slowly inch its way along the side of her lovely face and began to creep across her forehead from the very depths of her being burst a long and sorrowful “Nooo…” that continued until her face slipped beneath the sand and the round O of her sweet mouth began to fill with the tiny grains. Followed a moment later by her arms and hands her fingers still desperately clawing at the sand as they disappeared forever.

Several moment later as Christine’s heart and lungs burst as she died a horrible death the essence of her being, her soul, was forced from her body through her open mouth and it bubbled forth from the sand to lay like a white morning mist at her nephews feet. Then before her pure innocent soul could escape into eternity and begin its flight to heaven he bent down on his hands and knees and began to drink his Aunts soul into his mouth. Inhaling deeply and relentlessly until he was filled with her vibrant life and energy.

A few hours later as Richard opened the door of the bedroom he shared with his lovely wife Christine he whispered, “Honey I’m home.”

Becoming concerned when his wife didn’t answer he looked around the room and saw the candles waiting to be lit and drank in the fragrance of the rose petals Christine had scattered about the floor and the bed. Then when he noticed her light blue see through gown still lying on the bed where she had laid it he left the room and walked down the hallway to the bathroom where he could see light spilling from beneath the door.

Opening the door Richard discovered to his horror his voluptuous wife floating lifelessly in the tub her face beneath the now cold water. Her eyes bulging in terror and her delicate mouth frozen into the round O of a soundless scream.

The Final Plunge

Down throughout the years Samantha had always wondered what had really happened to her paternal Grandmother and both of her fathers younger sisters. All three of whom had disappeared under mysterious circumstances not long after Samantha had left her mother’s womb when she’d  come kicking and  screaming into this world.

So it was only fitting that the lovely raven haired, curvaceous and full-bosomed twenty something maid who closely resembled her grandmother. Just happened to find herself sleep walking down the trail towards the unmarked grave of her father’s mother as well as both of his younger sisters. On the night of the first full moon which also happened  to be the twenty-fifth anniversary of her paternal grandmothers untimely death.

Overhead the bright disk of the full moon sailed across the star filled sky towards the apex of its nightly journey. Just as it had twenty-five years earlier on the night of Samantha’s paternal grandmother’s mysterious disappearance. As indeed the heavenly body of the full moon had done since the forming of the solar system. Just as it would always continue to do so unless due to the unforseen intervention of an interstellar event.  If and when the silvery goddess either crashed down onto the bosom of good ole mother earth. Or quite unexpectedly left the orbit of her loving embrace to wander aimlessly about the universe.

As if in a dream the raven haired and curvaceous  goddess watched herself walk ever so slowly through the woods. Located directly behind the home her father’s still missing as well as presumed deceased maternal progenitor had once upon shared with Samantha’s grandfather. Until at long last Samantha found herself standing in the same exact spot where both her paternal progenitor’s mother and his lovely teenage sister’s. Had found themselves standing at the edge of the bottomless pit of quicksand into which all three of the doomed fem fatal’s had willingly sacrificed themselves.

Poised at the edge of the gateway that led downward into the bosom of good ole mother earth and the unmarked grave.  Chosen for Samantha by the brown haired and sky blue eyed two legged dear hunter. Who not only just happened to be the raven haired and full bosomed goddesses well hung lord and master. But the final arbiter of the ultimate fate he’d carefully chosen for the lovely and curvaceous daughter of both mother nature and the goddess of love. Whose heart, mind, soul along with the luscious curves of Samantha’s hourglass figure had been given into his hands to both use and dispose of however he pleased.

Samantha paused just long enough to look upwards at the bright disk of the first full moon sailing across the star filled sky. Then pulled off the cottony nightgown she was wearing off over her head which the now naked goddess allowed the light to moderate breeze. Blowing through the woods to snatch the garment out of her fingers of her right hand; as Samantha stood there basking within the soft glow of the moonlight highlighting the glory of her natural womanly beauty. With which the lovely and full bosomed daughter of both mother nature and the goddess of love, had been blessed while gestating within the confines of her maternal progenitor’s womb.

It wasn’t until Samantha heard the voice of her well hung lord and master calling for her to give the curves of her body to him. That the naked raven haired and well stacked goddess at long last fulfilled the destiny chosen for her long before she’d been conceived. By stepping down into the clutches of the bottomless pit of quicksand just as her father’s maternal progenitor and both of his female siblings had done so many years earlier.

Unable to stop herself Samantha watched as the erotic dream she thought she was experiencing turned into an unbelievable nightmare. When she heard in her mind a soft voice calling out to her from the abyss of eternal death,“Come Samantha and give the luscious curves of your hourglass figure to me right here within the bosom of good ole mother earth.” Nor did the shock of the cold caress of the water saturated detritus of dirt and rotting vegetation against the unprotected skin of her curvaceous body. Bring Samantha back to her senses as she slipped downward into the pit of quicksand into whose bottomless depths in which she was willingly sacrificing herself. At first up to the luscious curves of her well toned, clean shaven and silky smooth thighs and then up to the curves of her waist as the twin ovals of her cute and tight little ass disappeared beneath the mud.

This time instead of releasing Samantha from the spell he’d cast over his mind through the telepathic connection he had with his latest victim. Just as the Dream Stalker had done many years earlier with Samantha’s maternal grand-progenitor along with both of her teenage daughters. As the bottoms of Samantha’s ripe mammary glands began to graze the surface of the swirling water saturated detritus down in which she was sinking. The brown haired, sky blue eyed and well hung Dream Stalker chose to join the lovely and curvaceous goddess within the midst of the bubbling quicksand.

Once again Samantha threw her arms about the neck of her well hung lord and master as he unexpectedly rose upwards out of the muck. The long and slender limbs of Samantha’s well toned legs flowed around her forbidden lover’s waist as he took within his arms and drew her close. Where the Dream Stalker enfolded the raven haired and curvaceous daughter of both mother nature and the goddess of love within his arms. Crushing the mountainous orbs of Samantha’s melon sized breasts up against his chest as he bent over and pressed the curves of his hungry lips. Against the rose petals of Samantha’s full and luscious lips which eagerly parted to allow his tongue to slip inside the sweetness of her mouth.

“Please take me master.” the raven haired and curvaceous maid stopped kissing her chosen lord and master just long enough to beg. Only to cry out a moment later when he inserted the entire length of his rock hard and throbbing cock inside the velvety sheath of her love canal. Tightening the grip of her arms and legs wrapped around the muscular and bowflex crafted curves of her lord and master’s neck and waist. Samantha’s eyes opened wide in sexual ecstasy as she began to shower the neck and face of her forbidden lover hot and wet kisses in between her ecstatic sighs and moans.

Now that her fear of eternal death had fled before the intense orgasm building up behind the dam within her loins. Samantha allowed the Dream Stalker to bend her over backwards ever so slightly as they continued to sink downward into the cold water saturated depths of her unmarked grave. All the while ignoring the swiftly rising mud quaking and bubbling all around her and the Dream Stalker as it flowed over the top of their heads.

Deeper and deeper Samantha sank beneath the surface of the bottomless pit of quicksand with her lips locked together with her forbidden lovers in a passionate kiss of death. Again and again the Dream Stalker drove the entire length of his rock hard and throbbing male sexual organ in and out of the welcoming warmth. Of Samantha’s hot and wet pussy with and unrelenting thrusts of his powerful hips intentionally driving. The doomed lovely and curvaceous daughter of both mother nature and the goddess of love into a sexual frenzy.

Closing her eyes as her face slipped beneath the quaking surface of the quicksand Samantha gave herself without question or reservation. To the brown haired, sky blue eyed and well hung chosen lord and master as the dam holding back the intense orgasm. Building up within her loins suddenly burst without any warning what so ever ; the resulting sexual ecstasy quickly overwhelming the twenty something raven haired and curvaceous two legged dear. As the sweet essence of her inner being flowed upwards into the waiting maw of the Dream Stalker who savored the sweetness of Samantha’s feminine essence for a moment. Before devouring the sweet essence of her inner being-Samantha’s inmost soul. Without mercy as the raven haired and curvaceous daughter of both mother nature and the goddess of love at long last took the final plunge into eternal oblivion.