Posted by BlueLips on May 10, 2009 at 09:19:24:
Bryce, a wealthy young executive, had been dating both Wendy and Felicia for months. Wendy had been his girlfriend first, but Felicia had seduced him after a party, and once she found out about Wendy, she only doubled her efforts. Stealing a man, even one as conservative as Bryce, always turned Felicia on.
He'd hinted several times lately about making big changes and planning futures. So as they drove to his house after a luxurious dinner one Friday night, Felicia was certain she could win this battle now.
Soon they were in his bedroom making out. Bryce lifted Felicia's long black hair and kissed her neck, sliding hands under her blouse to caress her full breasts, unfettered by any bra.
"I've decided," he told Felicia. He kissed her full on the mouth.
"Should I leave, or should I stay, then?" she asked coyly.
"Stay," he said. A proud, smug feeling washed over Felicia as she kissed him again and let him remove her blouse, then her skirt and panties, leaving her in sheer stockings.
"Lie down," Bryce told her, and she did, wrapping her fingers around the grille work of the sturdy metal headboard. Bryce got up and, to her surprise, began tying one wrist with some kind of soft cloth.
"Bryce?" Felicia asked, teasingly. "Is this your way of celebrating?"
Bryce said nothing. One hand was secure, and he used another cloth to secure her other wrist to the headboard. Her arms were now apart, a wide "V". Bryce swiped the pillows from under Felicia's head, and she flumped to the mattress. "Ow!" she said, playfully. "Don't hurt me!" Bryce brought short ropes from under the bed and tied Felica's ankles to the bedposts, pulling the ropes tight so that she was spread eagled. Bryce was busy gathering up some other things, but Felicia couldn't see. "Ohhh, baby," she moaned. "I've waited so long for you to try this."
Soon Bryce was naked and on top of her. A little cunnilingus, something Bryce had tried before only with reluctance, and she was ready for him. He slid his cock into her and pumped slowly, just the way she liked it. Felicia moaned. "Oh yeah, your cock feels so good. Fuck me, Bryce. Fuck me..." She smiled, but in the back of her mind, something stirred. Bryce wasn't using a condom. He was always so careful, and so meticulous about everything. He wasn't himself tonight. She barely noticed that Bryce had pulled out of her.
Suddenly something was on her tongue. Felicia realized Bryce was stuffing her panties into her mouth. This was getting too weird. Felicia grunted disapproval, but then, down came the duct tape, gagging her. "Mmph. Mrrrmmph?" She scowled, to make it clear this was over the line.
Bryce brought his face close to hers. "I've decided," he whispered. "It's Wendy. Not you. But I want to keep you anyway."
He reached to his side. He had a clear plastic bag.
"I want to keep you forever."
Now Felicia was scared. She shrieked, but the gag muffled it. Besides, Bryce lived in an upscale neighborhood. Houses far apart, with good insulation. The gag didn't even matter.
Bryce brought the bag down, and Felicia pushed her head back into the mattress, shaking her head No as she screamed. Bryce was patient. He shimmied the edge of the bag back and forth, behind her hair. Felicia pushed her head down hard to block the bag, but Bryce was patient, and the mattress gave way just enough to let him shimmy the edge downward. Once he got past the point where head and mattress met, the bag drew easily downward to envelop Felicia's head. She screamed louder, in fear and despair.
Bryce gathered Felica's long hair upwards into the bag, which created a billowing cushion of black behind her neck. Felicia still held her head back to the mattress as hard as she could, panicking. "MMMPH!! MMMMMMMMPH!"
Bryce produced a thin cord. It was easy to pass it from one hand to another behind Felicia's neck. The bag began to close in. Felicia wailed loudly into her gag, trying to push her head to one side or the other. Now Bryce knotted the cord at her throat, sealing it. The bag pulsed as Felicia inhaled and screamed. "MMMMMMMMM!!!"
Bryce mounted her again and began pumping madly. Felicia was shrieking uncontrollably now. She watched the bag flex in front of her face, knowing that each breath was bringing her closer to the end, but unable to stop herself. Felicia shook her head back and forth, but she couldn't dislodge the bag. Her breasts swayed. "MMPH!! MMPH!! MMPH!! MMPH!!" Bryce kept thrusting.
Felicia's panic deepened as she felt a warmth in her lungs, the asphyxiation beginning to take effect. She arched her back, thrusting her tits upwards magnificently, tossing her head back in anguish. Her shrieking stopped as she found her body couldn't take in enough air. Her breath was coming in ragged, irregular gasps, fast ones but inconsistent. Her lungs wanted to breathe in, but they were also fighting to push the toxic carbon dioxide out of her.
Soon Felicia was gasping very rapidly. Her eyes were wide, her gaze hopeless and lost. "nn! nn! nn! nn!" Her legs tensed and began to quiver as she began losing control of her body once and for all. Her lungs burned with agony. Her head snapped back downward into position. She was flat against the mattress again, staring upward in panic at Bryce, her face darkening, the bag pulsing rapidly.
Bryce pulled out and straddled Felicia, his cock poised above her breasts. He caressed them and pinched the nipples with one hand as he jerked himself. He watched as her body pitched and convulsed, the eyes rolling upwards, now rimmed with dark purple. Felicia bucked hard as Bryce came, spewing onto her breasts.
Bryce got off the bed as Felicia's body went through its final twitches. It was done.
He got on the phone. "Wendy? We should talk. I've made a decision..."
* * *
Wendy was thrilled to hear that Bryce had dumped Felicia. She offered to drive right over, but Bryce said he would pick her up. She hummed softly during the ride.
Wendy was a career woman, not as flirtatious as Felicia, but still hoping for a good, long relationship, one that happened to include lots of hot sex, too. She knew how to be a bad girl, although she felt less comfortable with that kind of sex play as her career advanced.
But upon stepping into Bryce's house, she nearly tackled him, smothering his mouth with long, wet kisses. She was slimmer than Felicia, with smaller breasts that were firm, pert, and very sexy. She moved Bryce's hand to run his fingers through her red-brown hair. She ground her pelvis into his. She led him upstairs, into the bedroom ...
... where Felicia lay, naked. She was untied now, hands folded over her stomach. Puddles of cum adorned her breasts and torso. Her mouth was closed, the tape gone, revealing black lips. Her skin was a freakish purple-gray. Wendy's first reaction was anger, but then she saw the eyes... black circles as if Felica had been punched... the eyes pointed upward, wide open, panicked...
Wendy inhaled deeply, realizing Bryce had killed Felicia. She started to scream, but Bryce hit her from behind with the stun gun he'd left out on the nightstand.
* * *
When Wendy awoke, she couldn't move, and she was aware of Bryce hovering above her, working. She screamed, or tried to, her dry throat offering just a cough and a gasp at first.
Wendy's ankles were tied to the bedframe at the foot of the bed. She was off to one side of the bed, and to her right... She peeked, and this time really did scream: "AAAAAAHHHH!" It was Felicia.
Wendy couldn't sit up. She slowly realized her arms were at her sides, pinned. Bryce had wrapped duct tape around her middle, several times, sticking her arms in place. She screamed again.
Then she realized what Bryce was doing. He was pulling something over her. Plastic. Wendy screamed louder and longer: "AAAIIEEEEEEEE!!!"
It was a long plastic tube that would go from Wendy's head down to her waist. The top was sealed off. Bryce easily lifted her shoulders and slid the tube down over her. Wendy's heart raced as she saw the plastic surround her. Then he ran a cord underneath her slim waist. "Bryce, stop!" Wendy wailed. "What are you doing? Please, stop!"
Bryce wrapped the cord three times and pulled it tight around Wendy's waist. He tied the cord off, sealing the long bag. Wendy was trapped. "Oh god, Bryce!" she wailed, seeing the plastic recede and fall back as she breathed. "Get me out of here! Bryce, stop it!"
Bryce was naked, and not wearing a condom. They had never made love unprotected, even after Wendy proved to him she was on the pill. Bryce pushed his way into Wendy's vagina, but the pain was the least of her worries.
"Bryce... Bryce, please...." Wendy muttered. She was trying to stay calm, trying not to notice the bag inflating and deflating, each movement bringing her one step closer to...
Wendy slowed her breathing, tried to relax. Don't scream, she thought. Don't waste air. Is there enough to last until he cums? Will he take the bag off then?
But Bryce showed no signs of finishing. He stared down at her, icy, unblinking. The air inside the bag was warm already, and Wendy realized the oxygen was running out faster than she expected. She had to do something.
"B-Bryce... BRYCE!" she sobbed. "Say something! You said you love me! We... we can't be together if you kill me!"
Bryce stopped. Wendy continued, gasping. "Take the bag off! I'll... I'll fuck you any way you want. I'll be yours for... forever, Bryce. You and... you and me, forever! P...p...please!"
"That is not why I chose you," Bryce told her coldly. "Yours will become the first and only womanly vessel to ever hold my seed. You will carry that part of me into the afterlife. That is what will bond us, for all eternity."
"WHAT?!?!" Wendy's blood turned to ice. The burning in her lungs was starting, making her restless, and she struggled side to side with what little movement she could. "Bryce, you... you're insane!"
She was right. Bryce had snapped completely, days ago. "I love you, Wendy," he whispered as he began fucking her again. "I love you, Wendy!"
Wendy screamed, two loud, penetrating screams. Bryce pumped away, oblivious. "Oh jesus, somebody HELP ME!!" she cried. That used up most of the remaining oxygen in the bag. Wendy kept trying to scream again but couldn't get the air. She was just bleating in small, rhythmic gasps through her mouth, the bag rising and falling so quickly. "Ehh - ehh - ehh - ehh - ehh!"
Again, she rocked side to side, trying to find some escape. Her head swung around in all directions, in panic, her eyes drying as they held open wide, uncontrollably. She grasped at the bag against the mattress, trying to tear it with fingernails, but the material was too strong. The burning in her lungs was getting intense, but more gradually than what Felicia had endured. Bryce had wanted Wendy's death to be slower.
Wendy realized her fingers weren't responding any more. Instead of tearing at the bag, they were tapping and twitching. "Ehh - ehh -ehhhhhh......... Ehh........" Like Felicia, Wendy's body was breathing out and having trouble breathing in. The oxygen was gone. Only stale poison remained. Her lungs were on fire.
Her mouth opened in an intense, silent scream, her eyes bulging. "Akkhhhhhhhhhhhh---" she rattled, as her body forced the last of the air from her lungs. Then she began flopping like a fish out of water, bouncing on the mattress. She had to breathe, she had to breathe! Her head jerked back and forth spasmodically. Her legs shook violently, involuntarily. Bryce forced himself to keep his eyes open as he came hard, his cock pumping his seed deep into Wendy's dying pussy.
Wendy knew her eyes were open but she couldn't see anything. The world wasn't bright or dark, just ... gone. The agony in her lungs was still there, though, eating away at her insides. Her mind was lost in terror and panic, deepened because she could feel her body flapping out of control. Dimly, she was aware of Bryce's cock throbbing as he came inside her.
As Bryce finished, thrusting a few last times to
drain himself, he reached up with one hand and, poking with four
fingers, pushed the bag into Wendy's mouth. Wendy's body responded,
inhaling, sucking the plastic deep into her throat. Her body gagged,
but in truth, she could barely feel it. Her eyes rolled back. As Bryce
pulled out of her, her legs tensed even more, to the point of tearing
muscles, and she convulsed in her death throes, pushing her chest
skyward again and again. Bryce got off the bed to watch her die. At
last she was still, her horrified eyes and gaping mouth visible under
the plastic, tight against her ash gray face. Bryce smiled as he began
to get dressed. Now nothing could separate him from his true love.