Posted by Rache on July 12, 2001 at 00:20:14:
(m/f,drown,non-cons,spouse)
Pussycat
Fiction by Rachael
"Honey will you wash my back please?" Robert's incredibly beautiful and talented wife Rachael asked. She was in the bathtub relaxing after a hard night of singing and dancing on Broadway.
Robert didn't like getting his hands wet. Rachael called him a pussycat because he positively hated it. He would take little 3 minute showers, getting in and out only as long as it took him to wash his body and hair. And he hated every second of it. But a shower he could do, it wasn't like a bathtub. It wasn't immersion. It was like rain. And rain was okay.
Rachael loved the bathtub. She could live in it. She took 3 hour baths just for fun. But most of all she liked sex in the bathtub. She'd been trying and trying to get Robert to do it with her, just once. She was sure that was all he needed. One good time in the tub.
Robert tried to think about the Sahara Desert as he climbed the stairs. It helped keep the fear away a little longer.
"Robeeeert! Pussycat?...Are you coming?"
Robert moved even more slowly as he approached the bathroom door.
"What?? I can't here you honey!"
"Nevermind." Robert opened the door to the bathroom and saw his wife laying naked in the large marble tub. Most of the bubbles in her bubble bath were gone and he could see her nude body. It was distorted by the water. Robert stared wordlessly, forgetting to breath. She looked alien in the bathtub, she looked...Wrong somehow. Water did that to people. It wrinkled their skin and made them look old when they weren't.
Rachael turned her long graceful neck. "Are you looking at me Robert?" She smiled in that way she had, the one everybody loved. Half-nun and half-whore. She reached her arm under the water, distorting it so it looked broken, disjointed. Robert swallowed and turned away. He was going to be sick.
Rachael rubbed her sex under the water. "Do you want to get in Pussycat? The water's nice! And there's plenty of room for two!"
Robert stared in the mirror. His face was pale, his eyes red and sagging. He looked terrible, why did she tease him like this? Why did she try to...to...Kill him?? Yes! he thought, she's trying to kill me! She wants to get me in the water and...and...Drown me! Make me wet and wrinkled and distorted!!
Rachael held up her tiny foot, letting water drip off her carefully painted red toes. "Look Robert, I'm all wrinkled!" She giggled and lifted her other foot, "Do you think I should try blue next time?"
Robert pressed his hands to his ears, his elbows pointing straight out. he screamed silently. He couldn't bear to hear her alien voice! Taunting him, telling him how the water was changing her. How much she...She liked it! Evil bitch! Evil witch! What spell was she trying to put him under?
Rachael wondered why Robert didn't wash her back, she wasn't aware that he was losing his reason. "Robert? Why don't you get in baby, you don't have to wash my back.... If you want, you can wash my front!" Rachael pulled her hard little brown nipples, twisting them a little and feeling the warmth spreading through her. Taking a bath always made her so horny she could barely stand it!
"Robert? Honey, you know my show ends in 3 weeks. I don't have to take that role in Cats. We could start a family. Tonight I mean, right now...Right...Oh!...Ahhhhhh...Here!"
Two of Rachael's fingers were sliding in and out of her sex while she pressed her palm against her clit, it felt so nice. So nice...if only Robert would...Ohhhh...If he...Ahhh yessss...."Robert? Pussycat?? I need you baby!"
My God! Robert couldn't believe his ears, a child? The evil slut wanted to conceive a child...in...in the water?? It filled his throat with bile and he doubled over, as if he had a cramp. He imagined water surrounding them both, covering him as he pushed himself inside...into her watery womb...No! He couldn't create a water-born freak, a monster, a being distorted and wrinkled! He couldn't! He knew, yes! He knew what to do!
Robert moved to the tub. So much water he thought, dirty wet disgusting water, waiting for him. To get on him and make him into something else, a creature like her. Like rachael, hideous and wrinkled, unaware of the changes to her body. To her mind. To her, yes...Even to her spirit. It was a baptism of unholiness, it was wrong!
He touched the smooth unblemished skin of Rachael's shoulders. Her wetness repulsed him, he had to fight not to turn and run in terror. Be brave, be brave, be brave. He said it over and over in his head as he forced himself to grip Rachael's shoulders tighter. A good strong grip was what he'd need to wash that water away!
Rachael's shoulders moved along with her arms as she worked her pussy harder and faster. She felt Robert's strong hands but she was so close to cumming! All she needed was a little...Ahhh...she closed her eyes tight....A little...mmmmmmm....Yeah! All Rachael needed was a little push to get her over the edge! She tilted her head back and cried out as her body tensed and suddenly released itself into her orgasm.
Robert heard her shriek of ecstacy and he quickly pushed Rachael down hard into the water, feeling it rise up his wrists and arms, past his elbows and nearly to his shoulders in the deep bathtub. He had a good grip and he ignored the wet feeling that sent shivers up and down his spine. Rachael was struggling beneath him, he could see her face, it shimmered under the moving surface of the water. It was ugly and distorted and evil, Her eyes were open and her hands were on his wrists, trying to free herself.
Rachael's long legs kicked up and out of the water, Robert cringed as the splashing liquid landed on his face. He couldn't let go, he told himself, don't let go! He saw her feet, the skin wrinkled, as if she were old; as if she were someone else! Not his wife! Her wrinkled hands clawed at him, he felt her nails digging into his flesh and he watched with horror as small red clouds of blood began swirling around her.
He felt tears forming in his eyes, he was so afraid. If he let go she would pull him. She would pull him into that pool with her and she would feed on him, His blood would turn the water pink and he would forever be trapped inside her watery womb. "No!" He shouted! Pushing as hard as he could. he could hear her voice, her screaming as she tried to cry for help. Bubbles of air emerged and floated to the surface. She was growing weaker, struggling less. But Robert wouldn't let go, not until he was sure. He held her tightly and closed his eyes to the horrible thing his wife had become.
The End
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