Posted by rache on May 01, 2002 at 20:19:33:
Hi, I'll get to the story in a minute, I didn't write it yet. Not even sure what it will be about. This is kind of the story about what the story was going to be but isn't. A letter of sorts to clear my head. Do any of you other writers ever do this: You're in bed, alone or with someone, but still alone and have this great idea for a story. And you start thinking about it, maybe the title comes first. Something like "Trophy Wife" and you make up the plot, basically an older successful man woos a pretty young girl. She has visions of wealth, social standing, whatever, you know what I mean. But as things go he really just wants a beautiful young girl to hunt, to bring on their little honeymoon vacation to a deserted island paradise. Maybe a native or two, for guides, for color, and he hunts the girl. He lives his fantasy, stalking her, catching her, raping her in a violent consummation of their marriage before finally dispatching her in an orgy of sensual pain. Of course he mounts her head on his wall afterwards, next to his other trophy wives. And after you've thought all that, you start working out what the characters look like. How the wife is a virgin, beautiful and blonde, a would-be actress maybe....well that rules out virgin. She giggles a lot and blushes and imagines she's a princess, convincing herself that she loves this old guy, or at least she can learn to. And he's old too, but still strong, still virile. Like Anthony Hopkins looking...or a twisted Sean Connery. Maybe he loves corrupting this innocent girl, she really is innocent you know. Not like that fat pig from Playboy, but someone who is worth hunting. Worth mounting on his wall. She has an intrinsic value beyond the physical to demonstrate his evil perversity. And then you start working out dialogue, little snippets in your head. Thinking of clever little lines about how she just gushes with life and every word is straight and simple without anything more complex than the truth. And he uses subtle words, double-meanings, confusing and eluding. Little jokes only he and the reader would understand. They make her frown sometimes, she feels sad, inadequate in the face of his relentless superiority. But he's like an emotional yo-yo, he teases her with kindness too. And then, after all that, when the story is over in your mind and you think 'Gosh! I can't wait to write this down!' you get up, even though it's late, because you don't want to forget any of it. You start typing but then you can't concentrate. It's boring you, the story is done already, in your head. It's like a movie you just saw, you don't want to see it again. So you smile a little, admire your cleverness and then light a cigarette, even though you don't really smoke because underneath is frustration that nobody else will ever see it. Not really, even if you did force yourself. And then you wonder if there's a movie you haven't seen, someplace in the back of your head. And you think some more and maybe there is one and this time you're sitting in front of your computer... Well, it happens to me. So right now, 3:36am... I am starting with a new title.
Hiccups
Fiction by Rachael
The rapping was insistent, relentless and Doug had no choice except to open the door. He wasn't very happy about it, he'd been here all day and half this stuff was still in boxes. The half he really needed it seemed like. Every box he opened just had junk he didn't. Well, the last one had the TV, that was something anyway. He pulled the heavy plastic bag off it and set it on the floor. The knocking didn't stop either, so he stood up, swearing softly under his breath and kicking some packing out of the way.
"Yeah...Yeah...Hold your horses!" He yelled, weaving his way to open the door and finding something quite unexpected.
Jillian was standing there, breathless in her tangerine robe, clutching it about her voluptuous form tightly, smiling nervously. She smiled when she saw Doug's handsome features and started talking quickly, trying to say as much as possible before...
"Hi! You're the doctor right? I'm Jillian from down the hall?" She glanced that way subconsciously, without pausing her little speech. "I know you don't know me but I really need, I mean if you could help me I...
*HIC*
have the hiccups!" she frowned and looked like she was going to start crying. "See?? They never go away! It's terrible, they won't stop!"
Doug had tried to say something several times, to politely interrupt her, but it hadn't worked. And now she stood there waiting for him to do...What? Hiccups? What the hell is so goddamn bad about that? But he didn't say that, she looked pretty scared. And not only that she looked pretty hot.
"Uh, sure, come on in." Doug said, pulling the door open and stepping aside. He could smell Jillian as she brushed past him. He watched her pert heart-shaped behind, moving hypnotically beneath the clinging silk of her bathrobe. He closed the door and quietly turned the bolt, locking it and then followed her, guiding her into the cluttered kitchen.
She hiccupped again while Doug was apologizing for the mess. "So, um, Jillian, what's wrong with your hiccups?" He had a hard time thinking of something to say actually, he didn't find himself in idle conversation often, and idle talk about hiccups even less than that.
"I get them sometimes and they...They don't go away!" She practically sobbed the last few words. Doug pulled a chair for her and she sat down gratefully, hiccupping again. Her whole body shook, not unpleasantly Doug thought, when that happened. "I had them last time for 3 days! I couldn't sleep! I couldn't go out...I felt...Trapped!" *HIC*
"I understand," Doug said sympathetically. He nodded his head and put a serious look on his face. Have you tried uh, drinking some water?"
"Oh yes!" Jillian ran through the list of things she'd tried. "I drank gallons! And stood on my head, and breathed into a paper bag, and did sit-ups, and put my head in the freezer, and..." She finally ended 13 things later with a petulant hiccup that finally brought small tears from her desperate blue eyes.
"Well." Doug thought about it a moment, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "You might have Misopatimic Anthrosis. Have you seen a doctor?"
"What? I might have what?" Jillian was almost screeching and she hiccupped 3 times in quick succession. Her robe had started to come open and Doug stole a glance of her creamy thighs, bare to the dark lace of her panties.
"Well, it's a breathing disorder. Very rare." Doug looked at Jillian, dropping down so he was squatting, their eyes level. He put a friendly hand on her shoulder. "It's treatable though and really easy to tell if you have it."
Jillian wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her robe. The motion pulled it open so Doug could see the lush bounty of her full breasts, heaving unfettered as she shuddered through another hiccup. "You can tell, I mean right now if I have this...this..."
"Misopatimic Anthrosis. Yes, I just need to feel your diaphragm a little." Doug was getting into it now. He paused patiently while Jillian hiccupped again, at least she'd stopped crying. "See, hiccups are basically caused by a little bit of air that gets trapped right here." He tapped the center of his chest. "Things like drinking water, or breathing into a bag work sometimes for some people because the physical action lets that little bit of air get out all at once."
Jillian hiccupped again, nodding slightly as if she understood. "Instead of just a little bit at a time?"
Doug smiled. "Exactly, now lets just open this up and let me take a gander, kay?" He opened Jillian's robe, moving his hands slowly but deliberately. She shivered a little but lifted her arms out of the way, looking at the bare wall above and behind him. She was gorgeous! Doug had to bite his tongue to keep from letting something slip, like the "HELL YEAH!!!" that was whooping it up in the back of his mind. He bared her body completely, unbelieving that she was letting him do this. He slipped the material off her shoulders and watched her large firm breasts sway slightly when she hiccupped again. Her areolas were light pink, perfectly round with dark, hard little nipples. He put two fingers between her breasts, feeling her jump a little at his direct touch. He dragged them lightly down the center of her chest and then stopped. He pushed and moved them in little circles.
"Hmmmmm...." Doug closed his eyes as he felt Jillian tilt her head down to look at him.
She hiccupped again. "What? What is it? Do I have it?"
"Damn." Doug said under his breath. Then louder, looking into Jillian's cobalt eyes, "I wish I had my stethoscope here. But maybe....I need to hear what's going on in those lungs of yours. Do you mind if I..."
Doug pressed the side of his face against Jillian's left breast. Her nipple fit snuggly in his ear and he closed his eyes as he pressed against the warm pillow of flesh. Jillian gasped, unsure of what to think. She started to say something and she waved her hands slightly, not quite sure where to put them. But Doug shushed her, listening intently to her heavy breathing. He slid a hand underneath, pressing his palm flat against her taut stomach and was rewarded with a hiccup.
After a few minutes Doug lifted his head and pulled Jillian's robe closed for her. He stood up, looking down at her with authority. "Well, I don't think you have Misopatimic Anthrosis."
Jillian breathed a sigh of relief and managed a smile. But it disappeared as soon as she hiccupped again. "Well, what is it then? What do I have?"
"In simple terms, you've got some air trapped here." Doug pressed his hand to Jillian's tummy again.
*HIC*
"A lot of air. Sit-ups are the worst thing you could do." Doug admonished the blonde sternly. "It's tightened up your stomach muscles and increased your body's resistance." He took one of her hands and put it in the spot he was talking about. "See? Can you feel that?"
"Yes." Jillian whispered. Then her eyes got wide as she imagined she could feel a knot of air in her intestines. "Yes! I can feel it!" She hiccupped again and looked forlornly at Doug as she caressed her stomach. "Is it...Is it dangerous?"
Doug pulled the young woman to her feet and looked into her eyes. "I won't lie to you Jillian, it could be very serious. I could help you here, but...Maybe we should go to the hospital and..."
"Oh no!" Jillian's eyes opened wide. "No hospital, please...I hate those places and I don't have any insurance and..." She was close to tears again and Doug wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight.
"Shhhh...It's ok, it's alright, no hospital...Shhhh..." Doug felt her warm body pressing to him and his manhood, already semi-hard in his pants, was threatening to betray him any second. So he gently pushed Jillian back, brushing a lock of golden hair from her eyes. "I can do it here, it's ok."
Jillian looked at him gratefully, wrapping her arms around him again and breathing a hiccup punctuated thank you into his ear.
"But I have to warn you Jillian, it will be a little harder here...I mean we don't have some of the things we'd normally use, you know?"
She sat down again. "What do you have to do to me?"
"Well, we need to asphyxiate you basically." Doug squatted beside her again. He had his hand on her bare knee and massaged it lightly.
Jillian hiccupped loudly. "What does that mean?"
Doug smiled at her. "It means we need to figure out a way to deprive your body of air. It's not as bad as it sounds, we do it all the time. If you're lungs can't get air through your nose or mouth, then it looks for other sources. Your muscles will spasm and eject the air that's trapped down here," he tapped her tummy, "up to here." Doug pressed his hand between Jillian's breasts. "It's like holding your breath, except just a little longer than you could do it by yourself." Doug smiled reassuringly.
Jillian's body shook with another hiccup. "How do you...I mean we...Do that?"
"Well, at the hospital we'd put you to sleep and you wouldn't even know it was happening. We cover your face and deprive you of oxygen for about 2 minutes, maybe a little longer." Doug plainly stared at Jillian's heaving breasts. "You look very healthy Jillian, so probably a little longer than 2 minutes. Maybe 3 or 4 at the most."
Jillian stared at Doug for a moment, considering what he was saying. She hiccupped and said, "But I can't sleep! I told you that!"
"Right." Doug looked concerned for a moment. "I could do it with a plastic bag," he looked around and picked up the one the TV had been inside, "this one for instance." He looked at Jillian very seriously. "You'd be in no danger, I promise. But I'd have to restrain you."
*HIC*
"What?" Jillian looked shocked momentarily. "What do you mean restrain me?"
"Your body - your mind - will try to find the easy way to get air. That's why paper bags and holding your breath don't work for you Jillian. You'll just pull it off your head and still..." Jillian hiccupped "...have the hiccups."
Doug waited while Jillian thought about it. She was tense, her body unable to relax knowing she was in possible danger. Thinking about being tied down, with a plastic bag over her head was a little frightening. But anything was better than this...she hiccupped...wasn't it? And besides Doug seemed really nice, really a good doctor probably. Maybe after her hiccups were gone she would...well...maybe he'd ask her to dinner. She smiled briefly before a hiccup ruined it.
"Okay, let's do it...Please...Right away!" Jillian grabbed Doug's hand and squeezed it. She was trusting him with her life and she looked into his eyes for reassurance.
"Don't worry Jillian," Doug said softly, "I've done this many times."
"You need to get real comfortable, just uh...Take off your bathrobe there and..." After he closed the large vertical blinds, and dropped the shades on the two smaller windows of the room, Doug cleared off the daybed he'd left in the living room. It wasn't too large, with a trundle tucked underneath, but the wrought iron frame would be perfect. "And I'll get something we can restrain you with, okay?" Doug looked at Jillian and paused. "Actually, this will work pretty good." He slipped the long silk sash which was hanging loose through the wide loops in her robe. It was soft and supple, he pulled it between his fists, and strong. Strong enough he decided.
Jillian stood in her panties, her robe pooled around her bare feet. Doug motioned for her to lay down and the young woman gulped nervously and immediately hiccupped. She lay down on the day bed, letting Doug scoot her down so her butt was on the edge and her legs spread slightly, feet on the floor. He pulled her arms above her head, watching as Jillian's lovely breasts flattened somewhat, but not too much. He tied her wrists tightly to the frame, making sure she wasn't going to be able to slip free by herself.
His penis was swelling painfully in his trousers and he fought the urge to move too quickly, to do something he shouldn't. He was careful, deliberate, and comforting. Soothing Jillian with his calming voice and gentle words. She just lay there, feeling self-conscious about being almost totally naked, being tied up like this for a stranger...Well, not really a stranger was he? He's a doctor, the beautiful blonde told herself, he sees naked people all the time. He already saw me! She felt foolish for her nervousness and every time she hiccupped her resolution to do this thing increased.
"Okay Jillian, one thing left to do." Doug held up the plastic bag. "Are you ready to get rid of your little problem forever?"
Jillian nodded and hiccupped again. Wait a minute....Her mind pondered Doug's words...Forever? What did that mean? But before she could ask him he was straddling her chest and pulling the heavy transparent plastic over her head, bunching it at her throat with both hands and looking down at her. She could see the concern in his eyes and that made her feel better; he was worried about this just as much as she was. The bag was moving as she breathed, puffing in and out with each breath.
Doug stared at Jillian, watching as her warm humid breath fogged the plastic slightly. She was using all the oxygen inside it quickly and he could see her eyes starting to go wide and her mouth stayed open now, gasping slightly. He held her tightly when her body began to shake. Jillian strained at the silk cord around her wrists and she was lifting her hips, kicking her legs slightly. He could feel her bucking beneath him and she was shaking her head, trying to get air. She was begging for it with her eyes, staring into his. Doug felt his cock aching and he could barely stand it. He watched her, moving his face closer, watching as she sucked the plastic into her mouth.
Jillian's lungs burned, they heaved uselessly. She felt like something was pressing on her, squeezing her chest, compressing it. She had to get free! Couldn't he see that! She had to breath it wasn't going to work! She was shuddering as her body stiffened. She thrust up with her legs, lifting her hips, trying to get him off of her, she didn't want this! She couldn't do it. She felt pressure on her eyes, like they were being pulled from their sockets, her tongue felt thick, swollen and she bit it without feeling. She lost her peripheral vision, like a tunnel Jillian could only focus on Doug, on his caring face, his eyes gleaming with a soft glow. She saw darkness coming, the darkness which squeezed her lungs, crushing them. Her heart pounded in her head and Dougs hands around her throat pushed her into a merciful sleep.
Doug pulled the bag off Jillian's head and got off of her, waiting until a moment later when her breasts heaved and her lungs drank a breath of clean air. She was still alive, he smiled. Doug worked quickly, undressing himself and then slipping Jillian's panties off her long tan legs. He positioned himself between her thighs, rubbing his cockhead along the damp fur of her sex. God! She's so hot! he said to himself, bending to suckle one of her nipples. Biting it softly and feeling it harden slightly in reflex. She was moaning, coughing softly, waking up.
Doug moved to straddle Jillian's chest again. His penis nestled into the wonderful valley between her breasts and he slipped the bag back over her head, but only down to her nose. She was coming around and she looked at him unsteadily, her eyes wide and frightened. Doug grinned as Jillian opened her mouth to speak and pulled the plastic down tightly under chin.
Jillian's lungs still ached, they felt sore and abused and she screamed into the plastic. The bag puffed out and when she stopped it sucked back, against her lovely face. She stared at Doug through the distorting lens of plastic, he wasn't handsome anymore, his features were distorted, sinister. She could smell the foulness of oxygen depleted air as she gasped. She was trembling, exhausted but still fighting him. She lifted her body, writhing and twisting. The silk cord bit into her flesh painfully and it joined the chorus of sensations flooding through her body. She stared in disbelief as Doug began sliding his hips, moving his engorged penis between her flushed breasts. He sat on her easily and Jillian's futile movements only weakened her further while they made him stronger. He pushed his thumbs against her carotid artery, unfinished with his desire. Tears spilled down her cheeks and Jillian pleaded wordlessly, her blue tinged lips moving painfully, for Doug to let her go. But he only thrust harder with his cock, pressing it along her body in a trail of wet precum until the head was pushing against her plastic wrapped chin. She was losing consciousnes again, quicker this time, her body not recovered from the last time. As her eyes closed the last thing Jillian saw was Doug's huge penis erupting, his semen shooting onto the plastic stretched tightly against her face.
Satisfaction spread through Doug like a wildfire as he pumped his seed across Jillian's beautiful features. She'd stopped struggling, falling unconscious at the moment of his orgasm. It was too perfect. He loosened the bag, but didn't take it completely off. He rubbed his still hard penis across the plastic, smearing his cum across her plastic wrapped eyes, nose, and cheeks. When her breasts heaved again, her lungs filling painfully with air, Jillian coughed dryly, moaning and licking her dry lips. Doug slipped down her body, watching her wake up, her exposed mouth gasping pleasantly. He positioned his cock at the entrance to her womb and pushed slightly, resisting the desire to drive himself at once deep inside. The head split her tender folds easily, she was wet already with sweat, fear and subconscious excitement. He held himself there, savoring the moment.
"Wake up Jillian, come on honey....Wake up." Doug was talking loudly, slapping the semi-conscious girl lightly until her eyes opened.
She looked confused, frightened. "Wha...What happened...What are you....Doing?!" her voice was dry, rasping and it hurt her to speak.
Doug didn't answer. He pulled the bag tight again, squeezing it around Jillian's delicate throat as he thrust his cock hard and deep into Jillian's tight sex. She gasped and tried to scream as her air was cut off again. She was breathing harder this time and fighting harder to dislodge the man holding her captive. She could feel his penis inside her, pistoning in and out furiously and Jillian tried twisting, turning, anything to escape this horrible rape, but it was no use. The misty bag over her head was expanding and collapsing, the weight of it closing down on her once again. Her body shook, shivered and Doug ground his pelvis against hers, working himself as far as possible into Jillian's tortured body. Her nipples were hard and her skin flushed, sweat beaded out of her and her eyes were wide again, staring, pleading with Doug for mercy.
He didn't have to do this! Didn't he know that? I wanted him to....Jillian's mind was racing through reasons, possibilities, anything to keep her mind from the awful rape and worse - the burning in her lungs as her body fought for non-existent air. She felt her body betraying her, her body pushing to meet her assailant's cock. The wetness growing inside her bruised and torn vagina. She didn't understand what she was feeling, the oppressive need to breathe was overriding everything else. She forgot her sex, her bound wrists. She forgot the man raping her, everything but the invisible ocean of fire pressing down on her lungs. It was claustrophobic, she was shrinking, getting smaller while the blackness expanded, enveloping her completely.
Doug watched Jillian's face changing, her eyes straining to see him, her mouth gaping open, her tongue pressing out to lick the plastic surrounding her beautiful features. His breath caught in his throat as he watched her lapping at the semen covering the outside and the sight drove Doug even harder into the poor tortured girl. Jillian writhed beneath him, her body unconsciously fucking him while he pressed the bag around her head. He made sure he didn't press too hard this time, there would be no more waking up after this. Her movements stopped abrupty, her body stiffening and then relaxing completely. Her eyes didn't close this time, he'd denied her the mercy of sleep. It was perfection, the thing he'd sought so many times, and so rarely found. His cock strained swollen inside her and he cried out as he began to ejaculate into the dead woman beneath him. He ground himself into her as he filled her with his seed and finally Doug collapsed on top of her, pressing his gasping mouth to her lifeless lips and kissing her through the warm wet plastic bag.
Later...Doug finished unpacking the boxes, not quite so angry now. Sam was supposed to have been helping him, but at least Doug would collect time and half from the moving company for working alone. And besides, it wasn't everyday you got to cure somebody of the hiccups...Permanently! He collected all the trash and threw it in the back of the truck, he had to make several trips and that big box with Jillian's body in it had been a bitch to get down the stairs, but what the hell, the Doc who was moving in had shown up and given him a hand with it.
the end
rache18us@yahoo.com
(M/F, Rape, Asphyxia, Bagging, Hiccups, NC)