Living Dead Girl
A concept living in CherryLunatic’s head for years, Living Dead Girl (LDG) is a scene about love, loss, and grief. The bottom participant begs to be pushed to her limits and forced to use her safe-word. The Top partner takes things too far and ultimately “kills” the bottom participant. The Top partner then ultimately spirals through the 5 stages of grief, mourning the loss of his lover.
The scene consists of impact play, simulated death and necrophilia. LDG is a very intense scene and really leans on both participants. The Top participant will need to be able to enter a headspace wherein they can experience each of the stages of grief. From feeling loss to feeling anger, and finally to feeling destitute and devoid of a will to carry on. The bottom participant will need to remain convincingly still and silent while physically enduring sexual stimulation, penetrative sex, and intense impact play.
Physical Limits and Challenges
Emotional Tone
Costumes
Top and Bottom are dressed in normal date night attire. River wears a shirt with cuffed sleeves he can roll up to enhance his power when he’s ready to assert dominance. The rest of the costume choices are based on intimate levity to ground the participants in reality (which can easily be forgone for other participants who want to be fully immersed).
Cherry and River are both wearing matching Halloween underwear as a cheeky nod to the spooky theme of the scene. At the end of the “Acceptance” stage, River dresses Cherry in a shirt with dancing skeletons with the phrase “You Make Me Feel Alive.” (Spoiler) It’s an ironic comedic relief for the part of the scene where they join each other in death.
Cherry and River
Cherry has been urging her husband and 24/7 Dominant, River more and more lately to push the envelope with her. She wants to test her limits and has even expressed wanting to cry while being hurt. River is hesitant because, while he loves having full control over her behavior and ordering her around (“Get on your knees,” “Take this cock,” and his ever favorite, “You know just what to do to be a good girl.”) He’d much rather push her to the limits of her pleasure, even if seeing tears stream down her face from choking on him did get him the hardest he’s ever been. That’s beside the point. What if making her cry and scream their safe word in agony was what she needed to be pushed to the limits of pleasure? Part of him wants to give her exactly what she needs to be fulfilled, but the other part of him was hoping this would be a lesson for her. After this, if he performed well enough, she’d never want something so extreme again.
During a regular date night for them, he’s already let her know she will be receiving some “punishment” for not obeying him earlier in the week when she refused to address him as “Sir” at a work dinner. He knew she wouldn’t, so it was the perfect reason to finally give her what she’s been wanting. After dinner, he tells Cherry to go into the bedroom, undress to just her shirt and panties, and kneel in the corner with her nose touching the wall. She is all-too-eager to dive in. It’s a little irritating how excited she is for a punishment. She truly thinks she knows what she’s in for.
River walks up behind her and notices a smirk on her face but that her hands are trembling. The nervousness and excitement are exhilarating for her while he does an inspection. Suddenly, she is forced to her feet as he yanks her by the hair. He pushes her against the wall and demands to know why she still has a bra on when he so explicitly said to strip down to just her shirt and panties. A micro-expression of shock flashes across her face but is quickly replaced with playful indignation as she unhooks her bra and lets it fall to the floor.
“Pick it up,” he says to her. A little more slowly than before, Cherry bends over to obey his orders. As she’s reaching for the garment, River smacks her on the ass with a loud clap. “Hey!” she antagonizes him with a sly tilt of her lips. “Go on, Baby Doll, pick it up,” he repeats himself. She bends over again, this time rubbing her exposed bottom on his pants, making quite the show of being an obedient slut. He grabs her waist with both hands and slams his hips into her, causing her to stumble forward onto the floor.
Before she can scramble to her feet, he is kneeling in front of her with his pants down. He has a fistful of her hair and is pushing her face closer and closer to his crotch. Taken aback by the suddenness of it, she resists by pulling back but he’s much stronger than her. Her closed mouth makes contact with his skin and he aggressively demands that she open her mouth. As soon as there’s enough clearance, his cock is shoved down her throat and he’s fucking her face.
He’s determined to make those beautiful tears stream down her cheeks. Once he gets her to cry, she’ll have gotten her fix, and safe-word out. Propelled by the task of pushing her to the limit, he reaches behind her and pummels her ass, forcing her mouth further down. Gagging and spitting, she finally frees herself and gasps for air. She leans in for more but he pushes her off. How is she not done yet?
He walks to the nightstand and pulls out a leather collar, four cuffs, and a leash. He sits beside her to gently place each cuff around her wrists and ankles, adorns her delicate neck with the collar. With a sweet kiss on her forehead, he clips the leash onto the collar and swiftly yanks her toward the bed. Her hands and feet slip from beneath her and her shoulders hit the hard wood floor. He pulls her again and notices she’s looking slightly dazed, maybe embarrassed for falling. He heaves her onto their bed and mounts her. He pauses for a moment, looking into her eyes, and she nods. She’s ready for whatever he has to give. “I love you, Baby Doll. Remember our safe-word?” “Yes, Sir. ‘Icarus.’ I love you, too.”
He stretches her arms and legs out to the sides of the bed to clip them to the bed restraints. He stands back to admire her. How many times has he seen this view? Her body completely belonging to him. After one more second of drinking her in, he undresses, and is back on the bed, wrapping the leash around his fist. He slips her panties to the side and roughly thrusts himself into her, causing her to yelp in pain and shock. He quickly covers her mouth with his hand and pounds her desperate pussy over and over again. She winces and lifts her chin in an attempt to pull away from his hand, but with a quick tug of the leash, she’s back to glaring into his eyes. He hardly recognizes the look she’s giving him as her eyes locked fiercely with his, but her moans say everything he needs to know She must be nearing the limit and he’s finally understanding why she wanted this, why she needed this. He suddenly needs this too.
River reaches over, grabs a pillow next to him, and puts it over her face. His grip tightens around the leash and he fucks her harder than he ever has. He wants to destroy her body in this moment. The sheets beneath him get noticeably wetter as she gushes in pleasure and he can hear her screaming even if it’s muffled by down and cotton. It only encourages him to press harder, pull tighter, and ram himself deeper. Her hips buck repeatedly and she thrashes about. How much more could she possibly want? Who does this insatiable cunt belong to because surely it can’t be his docile, obedient Baby Doll. He tugs the leash once more saying, “Give it up. Say you’ve had enough already!” and her body slows to a stop. He knew he could push her. He knew he could win. He removes the pillow to find her face perfectly still, eyes still open.
Stages of Grief
The room lighting changes from moody purple to sinister red.
River collapses next to her, out of breath and pleased with his performance. She must be too because she’s speechless. He reaches over to unclip her wrists and ankles to begin cuddling but they just fall to the bed. She seems to be exhausted so he wraps her arms around his torso and kisses her sweaty forehead. “Baby Doll, I don’t know what came over us tonight but that was incredible! You are so tough,” he says, caressing her hair. She doesn’t respond and is still lying there, not reciprocating the affection. He looks at her, lovingly, with new eyes and is horrified to see she’s not looking back at him.
He shakes her gently at first and more vigorously as she doesn’t react.
“Cherry Baby are you ok? C’mon Baby Doll, you’re fine, right?” he asks.
“You’re ok. You’re fine.”
He’s no longer asking. She has to be ok.
He adjusts her to sit her up against their headboard and wipes the mascara from under her now- closed eyes. “See? You’re just tired,” he reassures while kissing her lips and hugging her. “You’re so strong, baby, but you know your limits. You never said ‘Icarus’ so I know you’re ok. You can always still say it if you need. You can stop this whenever you want.” He reaches down between her legs and feels how soaked she is. He slips one finger inside her and is amazed by her warmth. She absolutely loved that, didn’t she? He fingers her while kissing her cheek and coaxes her for another round. “Baby Doll, I’m not done with you yet. You’re ok, my love.” His hand travels back up her body and under her shirt to feel her serene chest. Licking her neck and groping her without a stir, she slumps over.
He shakes her gently at first and more vigorously as she doesn’t react. “Cherry Baby are you ok?
C’mon Baby Doll, you’re fine, right?” he asks. “You’re ok. You’re fine.” He’s no longer asking. She’s fine.
Desperate to get a response from her, he offers praise. “Just be a good girl and open your eyes for me. I’ll go a little easier on you. Won’t you be a good girl for me? I know you always want to please me. Just get up and we can still have a night you’ll never forget. We can even stop if you want. Remember your safe-word, Cherry Baby. Baby doll, I’ll do anything for you. You know that? Just do this for me. Open your eyes. Be a good girl. Be a good girl. You’re always such a good girl.” He kisses her over and over, then rests his head on her chest. Please wake up. Please wake up and we can keep going. Or we can stop and just cuddle. Whatever you want, I’ll do it. You know I’ll always give you what you want. Just wake up, Baby Doll.” Why is she being like this? She is taking this too far and he begins to feel a rage building inside him.
Seeing that she’s not responding to his pleas, he begins to berate her for her behavior. “I always knew you were a brat. Such a slut for pain but this is ridiculous Baby Doll. You need to wake the fuck up and finish what you started! I feel like you’re just asking for the beating of a lifetime.” He blindfolds her and puts a ball gag in her mouth, preparing her for her punishment. He positions her body, propped up on a stack of pillows, to be face down and bent over, exposing her ass. At first he whips her with the riding crop. He smacks her ass repeatedly, moves to her thighs, and then eventually whips her pussy harder and harder. She always hated this but does not respond to any of the impact so he switches to a thick paddle. Heavy thuds land all over her backside and he is grunting, getting increasingly frustrated and aggressive. With a final, blow, harder than all the others, she slumps over, completely limp, and she has wet herself. A slow leak, not a gush like before and the air in his
lungs grows heavy.
He reaches down to touch her between her legs and begins crying. “Oh God, Baby Doll. What have we done? I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!” He wails in emotional torment knowing she’s gone. He picks her up and places her in a sitting position. Crying and sniffling, he removes the collar, ball gag, blindfold, and wrist restraints. Purple and blue bruise marks, colorless lips, and motionless eyes are revealed. He kisses her wrists and neck repeatedly, desperately trying to heal her with love. He holds her and rocks back and forth apologizing to his beloved. “Why did you have to do this? Why did you want to take it this far?” River admonishes her.
He pulls her legs so she is in a lying position now, caresses her face and rubs her body, remembering how erotic they had been together. He is becoming visibly aroused as his bulge grows against her. He’s still crying and his hips are moving, rubbing himself on her legs. Repeating his apologies, he enters her one last time. It doesn’t take long for her warmth and wetness to bring him to the edge. In a tearful plea for forgiveness, he pulls out and ejaculates on her unmoving, vacant face.
Exhausted and doomed, he collapses on top of her in a straddling position. He holds her cold, wet head against his chest. The sheets and her clothes are soaked in sweat, tears, urine, and a mixture of them. He undresses her gently and puts a new pair of panties and one of his shirts on her. He hurriedly rummages through her bathroom drawer to find lipstick and blush. He applies both to restore some color to her inanimate figure. He straddles her once again and slips off his belt through the loops of his pants which sat on the floor next to the bed. He wraps it around his neck securing it tightly and ties the other end to the top bar of their headboard. He relaxes his entire, wearied body, sliding his legs parallel to hers. Draping one arm across her chest that once rose and fell with a heartbeat dedicated to wholehearted obedience and his love, he gives his last breath alongside her lifeless body, without despair or struggle.
Exhausted and doomed, he collapses on top of her in a straddling position. He holds her cold, wet head against his chest. The sheets and her clothes are soaked in sweat, tears, urine, and a mixture of them. He undresses her gently and puts a new pair of panties and one of his shirts on her. He hurriedly rummages through her bathroom drawer to find lipstick and blush. He applies both to restore some color to her inanimate figure. He straddles her once again and slips off his belt through the loops of his pants which sat on the floor next to the bed. He wraps it around his neck securing it tightly and ties the other end to the top bar of their headboard. He relaxes his entire, wearied body, sliding his legs parallel to hers. Draping one arm across her chest that once rose and fell with a heartbeat dedicated to wholehearted obedience and his love, he gives his last breath alongside her lifeless body, without despair or struggle.
