My name is Sara Longest. I quietly move unseen and unheard in this world. I don’t know why I stick around as I should have crossed earlier at the instant of my demise, however I just cannot –I won’t let this world go. You see, I’m dead. Like Jacob Marley from that Charles Dickens stor4u, “dead as a door nail.” Pretty bad sense of humor. I find it funny and if you join me in a laugh great if not, then it’s all good.

I’m an archeologist, trained at the University of Nebraska. So, I’m a Mid-Western Farmer’s Daughter…okay. Enough of the clichés. Upon graduation, I took a job as a teacher and between semesters I would attend fund raisers and raise money for my digs. It was all hit and miss, sometimes you get funded and sometimes you don’t but it’s all good and part of the process. A Rite of Passage I call it.  

I have two partners, one Chad Bruzinski, we have been friends since college. We even dated for a short time. We became plutonic friends after I learned that he was a selfish lover. All he cared about was his own pleasure. Our love making became a “wham bam thank you ma’am”. After the initial breakup, we just became good friends and worked on several digs together.
One evening over drinks we met another archeologist. A forty-something PhD from Oregon. Her name was Grace Hanks and she had a knack for raising funding. After a few drinks and allowing her to feel me up in the ladies’ room, and a wild night of lesbian love in her hotel room with Chad watching, she invit4ed us to join her on her next dig.

Sorry, if I’m getting ahead of myself, she did not let us into her confidence so easily. It took about of week o0f our wild lesbian affair with bondage, hot wax and some painful sex games before Grace felt she could work with us.  
Grace had an idea to explore these ruins on the Indonesian Island of Sumatra. She had the funding and Chad and I could not resist.

The night before our flight was one of heavy drinking, some cocaine lines, and the climax of the evening was Grace allowing me and Chad to hang her. It was all done safely as she dangled on the noose, and I held the rope until she nearly passed out. Chad sat by all the while jerking himself off as Grace reached climax (and me too).

Upon landing in Sumatra, we met with the property owner. A well-connected Indonesian oil tycoon, named Mujak.  He assured us that any artifacts or treasure we found on his property was ours. It sounded too good to be true. Before trekking into the jungle, he warned us about poachers. The small islands in the archipelago contained several villages and most of the inhabitants were dirt poor. With an abundance of wildlife many of these desperate men came onto his property to hunt the animals, especially the rare Sumatran tigers that roamed freely there. He had game wardens who patrolled his reserve and they usually dealt with the poachers, assuming they could catch them. With this knowledge in mind, we felt we had to be cautious but there was not much to concern ourselves with.







The expedition was going along well and it got even better when we discovered the ruins deep in the jungle. We made a camp for the night and started our dig the next morning. The night was filled with more threesome sex with me and my partners.
We continued the dig for three days of heavy sweat work and the evenings of relaxing and enjoying each other’s company. Finally, on the third day we discovered a secret chamber and what a find!
       Full of precious stones and metals. There was no way to correctly estimate the value of the treasure but Chad placed a conservative estimate at roughly three million. That night after some wild bondage and rough sex with my partners, we slept peacefully. At least they did…
Many thoughts ran through my head and the one that dominated me was with inflation factored in a million dollars was just not enough. Why should I settle for one when I could have three?  I knew that my partners had two thirds of my money!

That was when I made the decision…

How to get rid of them? I worked on my plan for the next two days…it was easy to lure Chad to opening that led to a bottomless pit. One slip (orchestrated by yours truly) and he fell. Grace cam running when she heard his scream. Poor Chad….
During that evening, Grace was still upset over the loss of Chad and I managed to comfort her.
It was tough to get her in the mood at first but eventually (and I’m good at it) I managed to get her full cooperation.
      Once she was completely naked I convince her to let me hog tie her. Grace was really into it now and I had her helpless. Her hands bound behind her back and a rope led to the one that bound her naked ankles together.  I excused myself and left her there for a few minutes.
With Grace, all hot and reaching one of her several orgasms, I returned with a plastic bag. Without another word, I pulled it over her head and secured it with duct tape.
     Grace called my name, she begged for a few moments then the loss of air registered and all she could thing about was getting fresh air in her lungs. I laughed as she struggled and finally her struggles subsided.
I watched as she twitched and the bag was filled with the face of terror on her sweat faced countenance. I wanted a few minutes and watched her lie there…still. After a few minutes, I returned with a piece of rope and I tied it tight around her neck over the duct tape. Then I went to bed.
I slept good dreaming of my personal fortune. The next day I returned to Grace’s tent. She had not moved…
I untied her and removed the bag from her damp face, her dirty blond hair hanging plastered to her head. I spread her body out and kicked her long slender legs apart and   I admired her nakedness. I had always been impressed with her slender athletic body.  Her arms firm, her legs long and graceful. The 33 C breasts were firm and her small pinkish nipples looking relaxed.  
Taking a hold to her ankles, I   dragged    the dead body of my former partner and part-time lover over the rough jungle ground and to a clearing.    It might have been more respectful to carry her but I was not in the mood to carry that 112-pound lesbian on my shoulders.
I decided that the spot was as good as any to leave Grace.  I did not bother to bury her, I wanted the jungle scavengers to have a go at her. I’m sure that’s what she would have wanted. She was always “green minded.” Why bury the corpse and just let the worms have her?  She was good fresh meat, let all the animals of the forest feast on her. After the carrion eating monitors, ants, flies and birds finished with her, there would be nothing left to implicate me. I had a perfect plan.

My plan had worked to perfection, the only challenge remaining was to get back to civilization and cash in my find. Only a few dozen kilometers to retirement and a life of comfort.
If only…

I made the mistake of stopping and resting. It was hard work trekking through that Equatorial terrain and I needed to replenish my water as I was feeling somewhat dehydrated. I stopped at what appeared to be a peaceful scene with a running stream. I sat down to cool off. I kept a constant eye out for the dreaded salt water crocodiles that inhabited the region.
Then I heard a noise…

I looked around to and I almost wished it had been a tiger or a crocodile but it turned out to be much worst for me: I saw two ragged men and they were soon joined by another one. The men were Indonesians, two of them were small in stature but the third one was stocky and built like a bull. As they began to circle around me to cut off my escape, I pulled the knife at my belt (guns were forbidden in this country, more bad luck!). I had a decision to make:
I could stand and fight or run. While I pondered the choices, one of them rushed me. I kicked out and high with my right leg and caught him in the center of his ugly face. The bastard grabbed his nose and screamed through blood soaked fingers. At that point, I turned and ran.
I did not get very far as I felt something strike me hard behind the right ear. It had to have been a fist-sized rock. Whatever it was it knocked me down and I saw a bright blinding light as I landed face down in the dirt.
My ears were ringing as I managed to rise to my knees and tried to stand. I almost got there but in a flash, I felt the rough rope go around my neck and wrap tight. My mind quickly registered: I was being garroted from behind!
My body was yanked backwards into the hard body of my assailant. I assume it was the larger man.  I reached my hands back and tried to claw at his eye sockets but then I felt a knee in the back that was pushing me forward while the rope tightened around my slender neck.
A part of my mind was screaming and I kept trying to go for the eyes, then my hands and fist tried to pound on the greasy head behind me but to no avail. As the rope got tighter and tighter and began to cut into the soft flesh of my long slender neck, my hands went to the front of my throat to loosen the rope that was cutting off the flow of blood and oxygen to my brain. And that was when I lost the fight. I could hear gagging noises, my mind failing to realize that it was myself making the sounds.
I tried my best to maintain consciousness and I knew that if I blacked out it would be over. But I could not keep the coming darkness from engulfing my mind, my vision…

I must have fallen asleep and it felt so peaceful. When I came to, I was lying on my back. Looking up at the cloudless sky. I could no longer feel the humidity of the jungle and I could hear some commotion a few yards away. I sat up and I saw the men. They were jumping around and one appeared to be strangling another poor woman.
I sprang to my feet and rushed forward. I expected to knock the bastard away from his latest victim, what I would do next had not come to me yet. I just had to get them off that poor woman and save her. Then I stopped in my tracks.
The woman he was strangling…her clothing looked very familiar…I moved around to the front and to my shock it was me!
I hardly recognized my face. My dark hair clung to my forehead. My eyes were partially closed, my arms hung limply by my sides. My tongue looked partially swollen and protruded between my lips. And that bastard kept that rough piece of rope around my throat.

It was at that time that I understood: I Was Dead.

So, this is what death felt like. I’m out of body and am bearing witness to my own murder or post mortem scene. I wondered if Grace stood by like this and watched me untie her and leave her naked body in that clearing. What thoughts had gone through her mind as she watched me perform my morbid acts?  
I yelled out at my killers, “Let her go, she’s dead assholes!” of course they never heard me. As if on cue the big one pulled my body upright and then pushed me forward and I watched sickened as my corpse landed face-down on the floor of the rainforest.
I lay face down my arms by my sides. The rope still wound tightly around my long and slender neck. I had always been proud of my neck and many a lover had always complimented me on it. The softness, how slender…
I watched them take my backpack and they began to empty out the contents and take inventory of my equipment.  My body was left alone, but not for long. The killer, kept looking over at me. Then he came over and I saw him take a handful of my hair and pull my head up. I stood by helpless as he put one large hand over my forehead and the other hand on my chin. And without another sound he gave my head a violent twist to the left. The other sounds were interrupted by an audible CRAACK as he snapped my neck just to make sure I was dead. The fucking idiot, just from the look of my blue lips, swollen tongue and discolored face any moron could have told that I was dead.  He did not have to break my lovely neck. I did not feel it physically but I felt the mental sadness…he not only snapped my neck but from the sound of it he destroyed several vertebrae. I guess now there was no doubt in their sick minds: I was truly sincerely dead!
His companions looked over as he removed the rope from around my neck and I could see the deep rope burns left by the strangling. He let go of my head and my head plopped on the ground once again. Such disrespect!
Without hesitation, he took hold of my right shoulder and roughly rolled me over onto my back. He got down and began unlacing my boots. He pulled my boots off and loosened my belt. The one with the bloodstained nose started to unbutton my shirt while the other one continued to inventory the contents of my backpack.
Oh, My God!
I could do nothing as the bastards roughly undressed my body. They started by removing the gold chain around my neck, then pulled my rings from my fingers. Then they got down to removing my clothing. My upper body and broken necked were tossed about as the smaller one removed my shirt leaving me in my white sports bra, while the big one pulled my pants down exposing my smooth thighs. Taking the gold chain from around my ankle, he tossed my clothing articles aside I lay there in my sports bra and black spandex boxer briefs. My partially open eyes stared at the blue sky above, my slender arms spread out. My slender neck at a strange angle, the rope burn and broken skin prominent.
The men looked confused for a moment as they stared at me in my western style underwear. Then the smaller one grabbed the front of my bra and pulled it up over my head while the big asshole grabbed my briefs and yanked them down. I was completely naked. My 36C’s flayed across my still chest, my heart long stopped beating, no pulse, no breathing. I was always proud of the fact that I kept a flat stomach and it looked just as nice and below it my dark brown pubic hair neatly trimmed.
         The smaller man who had removed my top reached down and with one of his dirty hands he grabbed my left breast and gave it a nasty squeeze. It must have hurt had I been alive and able to feel but my body had stopped feeling long ago. The bastard laughed and did it again. My half-closed eyes continued to stare up at the sky not seeing anything. Finally, he took both hands and with his thumb and forefinger on each hand he took a hold of one of my nipples in each hand and pulled my upper body off the ground. My head fell back and he pulled me up then dropped me.         My body made a dead plop sound when it contacted the ground. The idiot did it a couple of more times. He continued this ritual while his thick set friend, gathered up my clothes and took them over to where the contents of my backpack had been laid out on the ground.
I almost wished they would rape my corpse and be done with it this indignation was just as bad. My lovely body being ridiculed and handled by a pair of adolescent minded assholes.
I saw bright light and I suppose this was my cue to “step into the light.” Would I meet an angry Grace and Chad on the other side?
           The little one continue to play with my breasts, my nipples when the larger one, my killer returned with a bamboo spear. “What now?” I wondered.  
           Standing over my body he raised the spear and screamed as he drove the spear through my breastbone right between my lovely breasts and into my still heart. He placed his foot on my left breast, pushing down as he pulled the spear out with a grunt.  Then he ran it through me a second time. His aim was not so good the second time and the spear entered just below my right breast. I could hear a couple of my ribs break as he drove that spear into me. He leaned on the spear and drove it all the way through my body.  Had it gone through my back and impaled me to the ground? It doesn’t matter.   I just lay there.
With a grunt, he pulled the spear from my body. I was lifted limply off the ground and when the spear was yanked out, I plopped back on the ground. My breasts jingled. My head turned to the left on my shattered neck.
      He said something to the smaller man who with his foot he rolled me over onto my stomach. My rounded hips now facing the sky.  The smaller man then took hold of my body and positioned my body on my knees, my chest on the ground, my head turned to the left and my ass pointed toward the sky. He laughed as he now took both hands and spread my butt cheeks apart-wide. My anal opening fully exposed and shaming me further.
       No, now the bastards are going to rape me anally! This as the final indignation. Ramming their hard cocks into my dead mouth would be bad enough but to be butt fucked by these men? Ewww!  To my surprise, I would not be fucked in the ass, no not by these brutal men.
        My killer took the spear and took up position facing my raised ass.  Instead of dropping the spear and his ragged trousers, he slowly guided the point of the spear to my ass crack! I turned away as I was not going to watch. I endured the brutal strangulation that ended my life; the breaking of my neck; the indignity of being stripped naked by my killers; seeing that prick have adolescent fun with my breasts and finally standing there and watching him drive a spear through my corpse. But I did not want to watch him shove the business end of that bamboo stick up my ass.
I could hear them laughing and I could only imagine that spear going through my bowels and through my dead body.
    Minutes later I heard them walking away into the jungle. Carrying my backpack with my clothes and belongings with them. I dared to look at my remains.
    I had fallen on my left side and lay there in the clearing. My dead face soiled, still bent at the knees with that bamboo protruding from between my butt cheeks.   A most undignified way to go and to be left there in the jungle as the flies began to gather. I could see them buzzing around my half-closed eyes and my   partially opened mouth and around my ruined ass. The vultures would be gathering soon and feast on the newly dead carrion that had once been me.
And now I’m stepping into the light…

EPILOGUE
The next day one of the patrols caught up with the   poachers. They were given summary executions and hanged on the spot. Their bodies cut were down and buried in shallow graves.  Another patrol found Sara’s swollen and maggot covered rotting body as well. Rather than trek it out of the forest, they simply dug a shallow grave and after dousing her with petrol, they set her on fire. Her charred remains were then covered with the cool soil.  All in a day’s work and death in Sumatra. The bodies of Grace and Chad were never found.