Kate Moss Disciplined Into Unconsciousness - Part Two

Continued From Yesterday.

Courtney Love picked up the mirror that had fallen to the floor from Kate Moss’s limp hand. She licked the cocaine dust from the mirror and then swiped her finger on the remaining drug, sweeping the mirror back and forth, and then rubbed her finger on her gums. She tossed the mirror onto the upholstered chair and placed the cigarette between her big lips. The sound of heavy breathing started to come from Kate Moss’s open mouth, who remained flat on her back, her bare legs dangling off the end of the bed, and her arms splayed outward, palms up. The heavy breathing was just short of a snore, as if the lungs were struggling to pull air into Kate’s soot-filled air sacks.

“OK, so I got to do this. I’m good at this, Kate. I did this with Curt, like several times. But with you, it will be easier,” said Courtney to herself. With cigarette in mouth, she reached down and lifted Kate Moss into her arms. She was astounded how feather-light Kate was. Kate’s head fell backward, her eyelids open into little slits, revealing some whites to her eyes. And the heavy breathing seemed to clear somewhat due to Kate’s fallen head position.

Courtney walked slowly into the large white marble bathroom that was standard opulence for a Mandarin Oriental Hotel penthouse suite. The bathtub was square, constructed of white subway tile that formed the outside and inside of the tub. Courtney placed Kate’s limp body into the tub where she lied like broken toothpicks in a jangle of arms and legs. Kate’s white tank top was now stained with the saliva that was oozing from Kate’s mouth, and Kate’s white panties were pulled down over one hip.

Courtney turned on the cold water and plugged the drain. As the water filled the tub, Kate’s body started to float. Her arms rose and one leg started to rise as well. This surprised Courtney as she thought fat floated and bones sunk. And afterall, Kate Moss was all bones with elastic for skin pulled tight around the limbs. Kate’s long hair was now also rising, creating a star effect that emanated from her skull. Courtney kept a watchful eye on Kate’s mouth and nose to make certain she could continue to breath in the rising water. By now, Kurt would have woken or at least stirred, but Kate remained lifeless.

Courtney felt a pang of hunger, so she took the risk and ran back into the bedroom and grabbed the food service tray which she brought back into the bathroom. She rested it on the wide edge of the tub and grabbed a sugar cookie, which she popped into her mouth, followed by a second and a third. Courtney got so involved with the cookies and the grapes, as well as a few swigs from the open champagne bottle, that she forgot about Kate’s access to air. It was only when a seedless grape slipped from her fingers into the bathwater that she notice Kate’s completely submerged head.

“Shit,” Said Courtney.

Courtney reached down into the water and hoisted Kate Moss by her arms and shoulders from the water and dragged her over the edge of the tub and onto the white tiled floor, Kate’s arms and legs flailing around, but then as Kate’s head dropped onto the tile, a little too hard in Courtney’s judgment, Kate started to cough and wheeze and spit water from her mouth, and wave her bare arms. Kate opened her eyes, and then dry heaved phlegm onto the floor. Courtney sat on the tub edge and popped a few more seedless grapes into her mouth as Kate came to and struggled to raise her body.

“Hey. What happened?” asked Kate.

“You took a bath,” said Courtney.

“Really. I don’t remember,” said Kate.

“Yeah. You were talking up a storm. Told me lots of juicy stuff,” said Courtney.

“You have a cigarette?”

Courtney pulled out a crushed pack of Marlboros from her front jean pocket and handed Kate a crushed cigarette. Kate put it into her mouth, which Courtney graciously lit for her with a Bic lighter. Kate took a deep breath, pulling in the cigarette smoke, and she seemed to recover. She looked up at Courtney and noticed her chomping on a sugar cookie. Discipline, is what Kate thought. Thank god she had the discipline to avoid being the slob and mess of a person that Courtney Love had become. Courtney was a freak, she thought. She glanced at her own body and was pleased to see her thin very disciplined frame. She took another deep intake on the cigarette and then released the smoke downward onto her bony body. Discipline. It felt great.

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1 Comment »

1. hey this is grate can’t wait for more
   keeep the storys coming oh and it’s Kurt Cobain, not Curt
   anyway great story really

   Comment by mischa — May 23, 2006 @ 3:39 am

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