Drowning Amy
tags: m/f, rape, non-cons, anal, drowning, snuff
disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!
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I woke up lost and confused. I could see the dark sky outside my window..
Covering myself with the sheets, I tried to fall asleep again but I knew it wouldn’t. Groaning I checked the time and saw that I still had two hours left.
My stomach rumbled as I tried to remember the last time I had eaten something, and I realized it had been at the date. For a moment I thought about going outside my room to grab something to eat, but I knew I shouldn't and dismissed the idea.
I had been trapped inside my room since yesterday morning, and getting out now wouldn't help things. I had spent the day reading my old diary and watching old photos of me with my mom and my sister, laughing and crying all the time.
Exhausted, I must have fallen asleep well past 2 am, and what little sleep I had was broken with nightmares that I couldn't remember.
When I knew that I wouldn't get any more sleep, I got off the bed and took a long hot shower. The water was scalding hot as it fell down my back, but it soothed my aching muscles. After wrapping myself in a towel, I stood in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection.
My hair was still spiked, despite the shower. I wore it very short, both because I liked the look of it and because it left my neck free. I loved to feel the wind over my neck as I walked outside.
Dropping the towel, I looked up and down admiring my body. I was only 14 years old and a bit short for my age, but my body had developed fast.
Over the past year, my body had filled up nicely in the right places and I had wide hips and nice soft breasts the size of big apples. My dark nipples were still hard from the shower and my skin was covered in goose bumps as I trailed a hand over my neck.
Trying not to think about what I would go through in two hours, I took an enema kit from the vanity and went to the toilet. I didn't like enemas, as the sensation of my intestines filled with water made me feel bloated and uncomfortable, but today I didn't want to have any accidents.
It was stupid idea and I knew I shouldn't care, but I couldn't help it. For a moment I couldn't stop laughing at myself, but then it all came crashing down.
In a few hours, my dad would come to pick me up, he would take me to the garage where I would die, all because I had fucked up�
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Thomas was a senior in my high school and I had a crush on him since I was a freshman. He played soccer at school, he was gorgeous and he was always smiling. My girlfriends always told me that whenever I saw him, I would turn red before disappearing as if by magic.
Being 4 years younger than him, I never thought I had much of a chance until a week ago, one of my friends told him I had a crush on him just as we walked past him in the hallway.
I was so humiliated at that moment, that it was a miracle that I didn't ran away crying. Instead, I stood next to my friends as they laughed, my face red with shame while he looked at me.
I was surprised when he took my hand and smiling.
‘Amy, right?’ he said to me and I gasped. He knew my name!
He then told me he would love to go on a date . My friends were suddenly silent behind me as I tried to find something to say, but I just stood still with my mouth hanging open like a fish out of the water.
He laughed, and I thought that it was the sweetest sound. Smiling, he said he would pick me up next Friday after school.
‘How about we get something to eat and the go watch a movie?’ he asked me.
Afraid my voice would crack, I simply nodded.
His hand left mine before he took it to my shoulders. His fingers started trailing up along my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
‘I like your neck’ he said as his fingers lifted my chin up slightly.
For a moment I was terrified that he would try to kiss me, but the bell started ringing and after saying goodbye, he left. Slowly, my friends also left for their classes and soon I was alone in the hallway.
Since school was the last thing in my mind, I left quickly, heading straight for my home.
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After closing the front door, I checked around the house but I was alone. I went to my room and locked the door behind me before I stripped naked, throwing my clothes to the floor. I walked to my wardrobe and opened both doors.
Hanging from one door, I had all my belts and on the other, my chokers and necklaces. I stood there, looking at them as I debated what to use. I started playing with my pussy while I touched my neck with my other hand.
My skin was still tingling where he had touched me while I squeezed my neck slowly. When I couldn't control myself anymore, I grabbed two belts from the door and went to the bathroom.
There was a hook for hanging towels on the wall, and it was just at the right height for me. I looped the thickest belt around my neck, making a knot at the end. With the other belt, I tied my own hands, tightening it with my teeth until my hands starter turning a deep shade of red.
I turned my back to the wall, stood on my toes, and expertly hooked the knot on the belt in the hook above my head.
I lowered myself slowly until the belt started closing. The leather on my neck felt fantastic and I wasted no time before I started fingering my cunt again. Using my nails I pinched my clit and scratched the inside of my vagina while I tried shoving as many fingers as I could inside it.
Closing my eyes, I imagined Thomas's hands around my neck and inside me, and I shuddered in pleasure.
The closer I got to my climax, the more I lowered myself down, tightening the belt around my neck. Soon, my breathing was short and broken and my throat slowly crushed under the pressure.
Finally, unable to resist any longer, I came violently. Pee starting running down my legs as I lost control of myself while I continued fingering myself, prolonging my pleasure as much as I could.
Lost in pleasure, I didn't notice that a pool of urine had formed under me. As I relaxed, my feet slipped on the wet tiles and I was suddenly falling. The belt around my neck closed quickly as my whole weight fell on it, and I screamed in panic.
Desperately, I tried to grab the belt with my hands, but tied as they were I couldn't lift myself. My feet kept slipping on the slippery floor while I felt my head becoming heavier and heavier as I burned what little air I had.
Without thinking about it, I lowered my hands and started fingering my cunt again. Desperate for release, I folded my knees under me, putting even more pressure on my abused neck and it wasn't long before I came once again.
My body shook violently as spasms rocked my body and my face felt hot and bloated. I shuddered as waves of pleasure hit me until I finally had enough. I took my hands from my cunt, dropping them in front of me.
Luckily, as my vision started to go dark and my brain slowed down from the lack of oxygen, the hook broke from all the weight.
I dropped to the floor landing on my own piss and bumping my head against the toilet. Desperate, I tried to loosen the belt around my neck before it became too late. My hands felt numb and I fumbled with the clasp for a few seconds before I finally managed to open it.
Exhausted, I rolled onto my back while I breathed deeply. The light above me was blindingly bright and the tiles felt cold on my back.
It wasn't my first time hanging myself, but I had never experienced something so wild before. It had also been the closest I had come to dying too, and I was pretty sure that had a lot to do with it.
I remembered the day they taught us about the dangers of autoerotic asphyxiation in school, and how I had ran home to try it that same afternoon. I am pretty sure I wasn't the only one doing it, too.
After a few minutes, I was strong enough to get up. Slowly, I rolled to one side before I lifted myself on all four. Using my teeth, I undid the belt around my hands. I stank of cunt and piss, but I found the smell strangely erotic.
As I stood in front of the mirror, I took of the other belt. A red band marked my skin where it had burned it and just looking at it made me knees waver. I touched it with one hand before I saw that it was soaked in my cunt juices and piss.
I had never tried it before but something inside me wanted to try, so I sucked my own fingers. They tasted slightly salty and not entirely unpleasant.
As I finally came down from my high, I decided to take a shower before somebody came home. Exhausted, I went to sleep early, dreaming of Thomas and wishing it was already Friday.
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When Friday finally arrived, I could think of nothing else than the date. The day blurred past and at the end of the day, I couldn't remember a thing of what we had seen.
I rushed home to change, excited and nervous at the same time as I showered. I spent an hour putting on some makeup until it looked half way decent, and then spiked up my hair.
Picking the dress I had chosen the day before from the bed, I put it one in front of the mirror.
The top hugged my body tightly while the bottom hung loose about mid thighs. The fabric black and very soft over my skin. In the middle, I wore a black leather belt, the same I had used on my neck the day he invited me.
Underneath I wore no bra as the dress had no straps, but I did put on black lacy panties and black pantyhose. I stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself in search of something to fix, but I couldn't find anything.
Finally, I grabbed a steel choker from my ward drove. I looped the think steel cable twice around my neck before locking the clasp behind my back. It was tight enough that I could only pass one finger under it before it became uncomfortable.
The metal felt cool and heavy on my skin as I sat on the bed while I waited for him.
A few minutes later I heard a car slow down in front of the house. Looking out the window, I saw him getting off his car and I giggled like a toddler. Grabbing my shoes from the floor, I ran down the stairs towards the front door.
Once down, I saw my stepmom standing by the door. Susan looked at me silently, a smirk on her face as I put on my shoes. For a moment I thought she was going to say something, as we hated each other, but I left before I could ask her.
Once outside, I closed the door on her face before she had a chance to ruin my night. As I arranged my dress once more, I saw Thomas waiting for me outside the car.
‘Hello gorgeous’ he said taking my hand and kissing it.
I giggled again before blushing when I realized what I had done, but he didn't seem to mind. He asked me if I was ready before opening the passenger door for me. I entered the car while I tried to look cool, but I wasn't doing a good job so far.
What happened then is hard to remember. I was terribly nervous and I knew I would fuck it up sooner or later, so I tried to remain quiet. We drove to the restaurant listening to some music and he asked me a couple of questions to break the ice.
By the time we got there I felt a little more comfortable and as time passed I finally was able to loosen up. I was surprised when he ordered for me, but when they brought the food I couldn't complain about the food. It was delicious, and we ate slowly while we talked about everything
He ordered a bottle of wine, and before I could say anything he had poured me a glass. Since I was too much of a coward to say anything, I sipped at it from time to time. It was the first time I had anything with alcohol in it, and while it wasn't great, it wasn't bad either.
We talked, we laughed, and as the night flew away I grew more relaxed. After the dessert, he asked me if I wanted to go and I said yes. After stopping by the bathroom to pee, I found him outside waiting for me.
He walked me around the town as the shops closed for the night and I realized that it was getting late. When I asked him about the movie, he said he had another idea, and without saying what it was, he asked me if I was ready,
Stupidly, I said yes, too excited and too trusting to think about it.
Taking me by the hand, we started walking a bit faster and we soon arrived to the river that split the town in half. On the other side the city looked dark and forbidding as it was mostly factories that had closed for the day.
A little apprehensive, I followed him along the bank of the river until we arrived to a bridge. To the side, I could see that the fence was broken, and a narrow path seemed to go down towards the water.
Without asking me, he passed through the fence and went down the path, disappearing into the darkness. I stood alone for a moment before following him. I wasn't easy on my shoes, but I managed to get to the bottom without falling.
Nervous, I looked around. The only light I could see came from a single streetlamp 50 yards away. The walls were covered in graffiti and the place stank of stale piss and cheap beer. Empty beer cans littered the place and I could imagine the place full of dirty hobos and teenagers, drinking and peeing everywhere.
Facing me, he started smiling and I relaxed a little, sure that I would be safe with him.
His fingers trailed my stomach, rising higher and higher while I stood still, lost in his eyes. They arrived at my chest, playing circles around my breasts and I felt my nipples harden under the dress.
After a few moments, he left one hand on my chest, circling deeper and deeper until it was passing over my nipples, pinching them lightly once in awhile.
His other hand kept climbing to my shoulders and then to my neck.
I stood paralyzed, shivers running down my spine and I realized that my mouth was hanging open.
‘This looks really good on you’ he said, passing one finger between the choker and my neck.
Tight as it was, there wasn't much room and the steel started pressing on my throat. I gasped, more in pleasure than in pain. My hand formed fists, pulling at my dress and I closed my eyes.
His hand kept playing with my nipples, pinching the harder and harder each time. I could feel my panties becoming wet between my legs before he slipped a second finger under my choker.
Breathing became harder and I started swaying on my feet.
‘Play with yourself’ he ordered me, his voice deep and resounding under the bridge.
Without hesitation, I took one of my hands between my legs, and I started playing with my clit while the other went to my other breast. I started pinching myself using my fingernails until it started to hurt. A single tear ran down my face as I tried not to disappoint him.
His knees moved between my legs and I started humping him while I fingered myself above my panties. Without asking, he forced a third finger between my neck and the pressure on my throat intensified.
‘Do you want me to fuck you?’ He asked me softly, his warm breath on my neck.
I nodded rapidly and without thinking, choking myself with the cocker when I moved my head. He laughed before releasing me.
Disappointed, I opened my eyes. He was standing in front of me, his arms crossed. My breathing was fast and irregular as I looked around, convinced that someone was watching us.
‘Kneel’ he ordered me, his voice colder than before.
I immediately dropped to the rough ground, the gravel crunching under my knees. In front of me, he opened his fly and took his cock out.
While I hadn't performed oral sex on a man before, I had practiced with a dildo many times before, and I knew what to do.
I took him in one hand, pulling his skin back and exposing the head. Leaning forward, I took him into my mouth, tasting a cock for the first time.
The warm of his cock felt nice on my tongue and it tasted clean, thought I had to stretch my jaw a bit wider than with the dildo.
Using my tongue, I started playing with the head before I swallowed it. I slowly took him deeper into my mouth until I reached the back of it. Determined to pleasure him I kept pushing his cock into my throat until I had swallowed all.
Proud, I looked up at him, my eyes watering with the effort.
He had his cell phone out and he was obviously filming me. I tried to pull away, but he grabbed the back of my head, his nails digging into my scalp as I fought.
‘Stay there, I like feeling your throat around my cock’ he said.
His free hand pulled my dress down, freeing my breasts. My nipples hardened even more with the cold air.
He started moving his hips, going in and out and using my throat as a pussy, and I started gagging. My face was soon covered in my saliva as he slowly fucked my throat. Feeling my cunt dripping with juices, I took one hand between my legs again.
With my other hand, I started pinching my exposed nipples, twisting them hard until they hurt.
Meanwhile, I kept my eyes on the lens as I rubbed my clit, enjoying the warm of his meat inside my mouth.
Without warning, he pushed himself inside my throat again before pulling out quickly. As his cock left my throat, I gagged a little and started coughing.
‘Get on all four’ he said to me as I cleaned my face with the back of my hand.
I looked around at the filth that covered the place and thought about how much urine must be soaked in the ground before dropping on my hands. I turned myself around until he was behind me, and I could feel the gravel stabbing my palms under me as I did.
Lifting my ass, I rested my weight on my knees and my hands. My nose, now much closer to the ground, screamed in disgust as the stench of piss overwhelmed me, but I found the situation strangely erotic.
Thomas lifted my dress over my back, exposing my pantyhose and I could feel my tights drenched in my juices as the cool air hit them.
Wasting no time, he ripped my pantyhose open and pulled my panties to one side. I waited for his cock to enter my cunt while I wondered what it would feel to lose my virginity.
He rubbed my pussy with his hand a few times as I tensed for the pain I expected but it never came.
I was confused until I heard him spitting and felt his saliva landing on my anus.
Panicked, I tried to turn around, but he grabbed me by the choker, forcing two fingers under the cable and pulling. It dug deeply into my skin, crushing my throat and making me gasp.
I tried to push his hand away, but he was stronger than me and I couldn't use my both hands. Meanwhile, I could feel him rubbing his saliva over my anus with his cock before pushing himself in me.
Pain shot through my body as my asshole expanded beyond its limits trying to accommodate him and a broken scream escaped my mouth.
He kept pushing himself in me until his hips were resting on my ass before he started fucking me slowly. I could feel a burning sensation coming from my asshole every time he moved and I felt full and uncomfortable.
Trying to distract myself from the rising pain, I looked around. Everything was covered in shadows and every car that crossed the bridge sounded loudly in my ears. I smelled deeply, filling my nostrils with the stench of piss and took my hand off the choker putting it between my legs again.
I started playing with my pussy as he fucked me, pinching clit between two fingernails until I was screaming from the pain. I lost myself in the sensations as he fucked me, his cock filling me like no dildo ever had as juices ran down my thighs.
Remembering that day in the bathroom, I lifted my other hand from the ground, resting all my weight on the choker.
He wasn't expecting it and I fell forward, my face and my chest hitting the ground. Losing no time, he pulled from the cable again, closing it even tighter than before and closing my throat completely while he kept fucking my ass. His rhythm grew faster and faster as I matched him with my fingers.
As my body rocked with every thrust, my face and my breasts kept grinding against the gravel. It was painful, but at the same time I found myself enjoying the sensation.
Reaching his climax, he came hard. Screaming, he filled my bowels with his seed and I followed him.
Like a dam bursting, my body rocked forward as pleasure hit me like a train. I gasped what little air was in my lungs as all my muscles pulled at the same time. I felt as if my body was trying to rip itself to pieces.
As I jerked around I felt a piece of glass cutting my cheek and another my knee but I was too far gone to care.
I felt him collapse on top of me before he released the cable around my throat.
Slowly, I filled my tortured lungs with air as I felt my heart beating inside my head.
Dust stirred in front of my face every time I breathed and his weight grew uncomfortable after a few moments. I could feel his cock softening inside my ass and that wonderful sensation I had felt transformed into a dull pain that filled my stomach.
After a few moments, he took his cock out and I felt cool air entering my gaping asshole. Warm cum dripped over my cunt and I took one hand between my legs, scooping it out as if fell.
I rolled over, and taking my hand to my mouth. His cum tasted salty and I could definitely taste my own ass in it, but it wasn't unpleasant. My other hand started playing with my breast, and I could feel small pebbles stuck to my skin.
Then it the situation hit me, and I suddenly felt dirty and used, like an disposed condom. I laid on the floor, scooping cum from my ass and laying on someone else's dried piss. It felt humiliating, but at the same time it felt wonderfully erotic.
Above me, I saw that he was still filming me while I eat his cum. His free hand held his cock, and he was stroking it in my direction.
‘Open up, slut. I have to pee’ he said, and I opened my mouth wide without thinking about it.
A stream of warm pee hit my face before he aimed it at my mouth. Soon it was filling up with piss as I started fingering my abused asshole. I dug my nails in my sphincter and once my mouth was full I swallowed every last drop.
He laughed at me as he finished emptying himself over me, shaking himself like he would in an urinal.
‘Do you know what you are?’ he said, lowering the camera to my face.
I slipped two fingers inside my ass, enjoying the burning sensation it gave me.
‘No, what?’ I said, licking my fingers clean while I smiled at the camera, lost in pleasure.
‘A toilet whore! That is what you are, slut!’
He rose, laughing as I laid on the floor. Apparently satisfied, he raised his pants again and started texting someone.
Finally coming down from my high, my body started screaming at me from all the abuse. The cut in my face hurt like hell. I was cold and soaked in urine, and my ass fell raw and bruised.
The silence unnerved me as he texted without paying me attention. I got up stiffly, arranging my dress. My breasts hurt and I had to brush a few pebbles that were still stuck to my skin.
My pantyhose was broken at my knees and piss kept dripping down my face from my hair. I realized that didn't feel so great anymore, and I started sobbing quietly.
Maybe letting him film me was not such a good idea as the video was bound to end up in the internet where everyone would see it.
I asked him about it, but he told me to relax and I didn't press him again.
The trip home was silent as he drove the car. I would look at him from time to time, but he paid me no attention. When we arrived at my place, I leaned forward to kiss him but he pushed me away.
‘You stink, whore!’ he said laughing. He told me he would call me again and I got off the car feeling dejected.
As I stood in front of my home with my ass sore and the taste of cum on my mouth, I couldn't keep deceiving myself. It had all been a lie, he had used me and now he would just throw me away.
My stomach decided it was time to say fuck you and I threw up on the lawn. I dropped on all fours for the second time on the night, heaving as burning vile came rushing out of me. I could imagine my dinner and the cum I had eaten, all mixed up as it did.
When my stomach was finally empty, I stumbled to the back lawn hoping to enter the house unseen. Luckily it was late and I saw no one as I made my way to my room.
Depressed and exhausted, I collapsed on my bed still dressed and went to sleep.
On the table, my phone started vibrating, but I paid it no mind.
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I woke well after 10 am and I felt like crap. Images of last night flashed in my mind one after another, and my mouth was sticky inside my mouth. My stomach cramped painfully when I got up and every step I took sent shivers down my spine.
By the time I got to the toilet, I was drenched in sweat. I pulled down my ruined pantyhose and my panties and sat on the toilet, finding comfort on the cold seat.
I waited for a few minutes for my stomach to settle down but it made no good. Resting my chest on my knees, I pushed hard despite the pain.
What came out was hard as a rock and it stretched my asshole, making me gasp in pain. It started burning again but it was over fast. I sat there, crying of joy as my stomach finally relaxed a bit and the burning sensation turned into a dull throbbing pain.
Feeling better, I undressed and got into the shower. The bathroom filled with steam as I stayed under the stream of hot water. It was hot enough to burn my back but it made me feel better.
I inspected my knee but the cut was already halfway closed and it didn't hurt too much. The one in my face was also closed, but the edges were red and I was afraid it would get infected.
Feeling much better, I dressed myself and went to the kitchen.
My two stepsisters, Heather and Angela, were already there. They wore their fluffy pink robes and were texting on their cell phones.
When I entered the room, they looked up and smiled evilly at me. From the moment they had entered my life a few years ago they had tried to make my life a living hell, calling me names and telling lies about me to everyone they found.
As usual, I paid them no attention as I made myself a toast.
‘Toilet slut’ they whispered together and I froze in place.
I suddenly remembered my cell phone buzzing like crazy last night and then the video he had made� but no, he said he wouldn't, right?
I tried to relax, thinking that it was just a coincidence, even as the room grew colder around me. I eyed them as they sat together, looking at their cell phones and giggling. They were older than me, as Heather was 18 and Angela 17 years old, but looking at them you would think they were preteens by the way they sometimes acted.
I sat on the table when my toast was done, but I had lost my appetite.
In front of me, the sounds of sex started playing from one of their cell phones. I wondered why they would be looking at a porn video during breakfast until I heard Thomas voice.
‘A toilet whore! That is what you are slut!’ his voice said in the video.
Dropping my toast, I ran to my bedroom while they laughed hysterically behind me.
Once inside, I locked the door and grabbed my cell phone. I had a thousand unread messages, and the first was from Thomas. He had somehow sent it to the mailing list of the school, and by now I was sure that everyone from the janitor to the juniors had seen it a few times.
Devastated, I sat on the bed as the video played. I saw myself kneeling on the floor, his cock deep in my throat as I looked at the camera.� I saw myself turning around and dropping on the ground before he fucked my ass.
It was weird seeing me from his perspective as I moaned in pleasure. The camera shook when we fell to the ground and it wasn't long before I heard him cumming as he had done yesterday.
The video made a cut and it resumed as I was scooping cum out of my ass. I saw myself laying on the floor as he peed on my face and then as I swallowed it all. It ended just after he called me a toilet whore.
I started sobbing as it was obvious that he had planned it since the beginning. I hated him and my friends too for pushing me into him, I hated my stepsisters for being such bitches, and I hated myself most of all for being so naive.
I shuddered at what my dad would think, as I was too young to be playing with chokers. The law said that if he killed me he would get my body and that would be a loss to my dad. I looked at the door, expecting him to come bursting out at any minute, but he didn't.
After a while, I curled up on the bed, covering myself with the sheets. I noticed that they smelled of piss, but now the smell was just awful. I turned around, trying to distract me as I waited for him.
Finally around noon, my father came into the room without knocking.
He closed the door behind him, and I felt like a child again as his gaze fell on me. Minutes passed in silence as he looked at me, his disappointment plain on his face. I grew more and more agitated the more he waited, as I knew that I had gone too far.
Finally, I couldn't stop myself. My eyes darted to the floor where my ruined clothes were lying. He looked at them, his mouth turning a thin angry line, before he spoke.
‘I didn't expect this from you�’ he said, and my heart broke at the tone in his voice.
I wanted to say something, that I was sorry and that it would never happen again, but my throat felt as if it was filled with lead. I started sobbing on the bed.
His gaze returned to the dress before he spoke again.
‘I talked with Susan. You have to be punished for this, as an example to your step sisters. I will convert you tomorrow morning at 8 am.’
Stunned, I looked at him trying to find mercy but his eyes were hard and cold. He was hurt and angry at me. I wished to think that he wouldn't do it if not for that bitch, but at the same time I wasn't so sure.
Without saying a word, he left the room and I heard the lock closing from the outside. His steps boomed down the hallway as he went, and a door banged shut somewhere in the house.
I fell into my pillow, sobbing and crying hysterically, I kicked at the mattress, screaming wildly as I couldn't believe that was going to happen. I thought of escaping, but in the end I knew there was no way I would manage it alone.
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When I had flushed the enema down the toilet, I went into the bedroom. It was still early.
Anxiety gripped at me and I paced the room from one side to the other. I was still naked, as dressing made no sense to me now.
Looking at the walls, I remembered painting them with my mom and my sister before they were converted themselves.
My mom had been selected on the lottery for impalement when I was six. She had chosen to go privately at home and dad had bought a new spit just for the occasion.
He did it in the garage as we watched, naked as the law required. Sabine held me in place to stop me from running away as Juliet cried from the pain, the spit entering her body without mercy. I remember seeing her eyes glaze over as the spit finally came out of her mouth.
I also remember seeing my dad, his face expressionless. I would have expected to cry, as he and mom always looked so close, but the just looked cold and distant as he saw her dying.
My sister had gone a few years after that, but she was chosen to hang by her neck.
Because of her age, they had allowed her to have a fluffer and she had asked me to do it. I said yes not even knowing what a fluffer was at the time, and I was surprised when she explained that I would try to make her cum as she hung.
The idea was that the pleasure would make the pain more bearable to her.
That day, I had stood under her, fingering her cunt inexpertly as she suffocated above me, desperately trying to make her cum. I remember tasting her juices after dad had left, and I could still remember how the room had smelled after it was done.
Dad still kept the noose in the garage, and sometimes I stood under it as I masturbated, squeezing my neck and wondering what it had felt to her.
Everything had been better when mom was still around. Dad had been a lot happier back then, and I wondered how everything had ended up like this.
I sobbed as I stood naked in the room, looking at the watch tick my last minutes in this world away. Somewhere in the house, a woman was screaming in pleasure, but I couldn't tell who it was.
At 8 am, dad entered the room again. We stood naked, looking at each other. He was hard and his cock glistened in cunt juices. I realized that he had been fucking Susan and I felt cheated, though I couldn't say why.
I looked at my feet as we stood silently like we had done yesterday.
‘I am sorry’ I finally said, my voice broken and too loud in the small room.
‘I know’ he said, his voice sounded tired and sad.
‘I don't� I don't want to die, dad...’ I said as I started sobbing.
I ran to him, laying my head on his chest as his wet dick rested on my stomach. He patted me in the back, as he used to do when I was a child. In my mind he would save me, seeing his last child about to die, he would ran away with me and everything would be like before.
I counted the seconds, waiting for a sign, but as time passed I lost what little hope I had.
‘Nobody does’ he said a few moments later. He sounded angry.
He was silent for a few moments, until I saw the rope in his hands.
‘It time, honey’ he said, and I nodded stiffly.
I extended my hands in front of me and he tied them together with the rope. I was made of cotton and it felt soft over my skin, even as he tightened it more than what I thought was necessary.
Once he was done, I tried pulling from it, but it held firmly.
Without a word, he turned around and went for the stairs. I followed him silently, watching around the house I had grown in, but I found it strange and almost unrecognizable.
The walls were painted differently, the pictures hanging from the wall were not the ones my mom had picked up with my dad when they had moved together, and the air smelled of cleaning products. Susan cleaned the house every single day, over and over until it smelled of bleach.
When my mom was alive the house always smelled of fresh bread and the memory made me sad. How I missed them. How I missed my dad.
We went down the stairs and passed the kitchen, until finally we arrived outside the garage.
He placed his hand on the knob, hesitating for a brief second that filled me with hope before opening the door.
He entered the garage as I stood outside, letting my eyes get used to the darkness inside. When I entered, he closed the door behind me.
They had covered all the windows and the only light hung from the center of the room. Under it, a big vertical box made of clear glass was standing. I reeled in terror as I saw it.
It was a drowning chamber, and I had no doubts who had chosen it. I was terrified of water and had never been able to go near a pool. The thought of drowning underwater terrified me as nothing else did, and Susan knew it.
I backpedaled into the closed door while my dad marched off angrily. I could see them screaming at each other, but the voices were distant and muted.
My eyes were fixed in the box, and my tongue felt heavy and dry inside my mouth. To one side, naked as I was, my two stepsisters were giggling like idiots again.
At that moment I remembered all the abuse they gave me, the insults and the humiliation. I wanted to jump at them, but I was powerless.
Inside me, my mind was screaming at me to run, but my legs wouldn't listen. I was paralyzed in place as my dad walked back to me, his face both angry and scared.
‘I am sorry, honey. You know I can't do anything about it. It's Susan’s right to choose the way and to carry it on�’ he said to me while I could see her smiling behind him.
I nodded at him, my eyes still on the box.
Grabbing me by one arm, he dragged me to the middle of the room. She stood in front me, looking at me as my dad took a step back.
‘Poor thing. Shhhh, it's going to be okay.’ she said, stroking my hair.
‘What is this?’ she asked me taking my hands and looking at the rope.
In moments she had undone the knot and the rope fell to the floor. Behind her, Heather gave her a pair of steel shackles. They looked heavy and she closed them around my wrists, pinching my skin.
The inside edges were sharp and they immediately dug into my flesh. The small chain joining them clicked as I lowered my arms.
Angela stood next to her mother, giving her a big steel ring gag. Susan took it, holding it in front of my face as she smiled.
‘Do I have to ask them to help me?’ she said nodding toward her daughters.
I shook my head, opening my mouth as wide as I could.
The ring was way too big for me, and it stretched my jaw to its limits. As she closed the strap behind my neck, I pushed at it out with my tongue trying to the reduced the pressure but she had locked it too tightly for that.
Open as it was, I could no longer swallow, and a thin line of saliva started running down my chin and onto my chest.
As she examined the fit, Heather handed her two tapered cylinders made out of steel. One of the tips was rounded off, and the other had a small flange around.
Standing behind me, she pushed my head down, bending my body over and exposing my ass. It was still sore from the other night, and I gasped in pain as she shoved one of the cylinders inside me.
It was terribly cold and my stomach turned inside me as my intestines cried in protest.
The second cylinder went inside my cunt, and she pushed them both past the flanges, locking them inside me. Finally, she unscrewed the bottoms, and I felt the insides drop.
I realized that both plugs were hollow, exposing my inside to the room's air, and soon to the water inside the box.
I started shaking as I realized that she had planned this thoroughly, morbidly wondering what other surprises she might have for me.
Grabbing the shackles, she led me to the open door of the box. I stepped inside, numb with fear.
‘Stand on your toes’ she said sweetly as she pulled from the chain.
She hooked it above my head, high enough that I had to remain on my toes unless I wanted to hang from my arms.
Taking a step back, she looked at my feet, her face puzzled.
‘Something is missing here’ she said ironically while Angela handed her another set of shackles.
This one's she closed around my ankles, pulling the chain to the floor and hooking it. It was also tight, and I would prevent me from floating as the box filled.
Rising in front of me, she leaned closer, making a show of checking the shackles.
‘I am going to make you suffer, bitch’ she whispered in my ears before stepping back.
I started pulling from the shackles, trying to escape as I screamed and moaned. The ring stopped me from speaking and I grew desperate as she closed the door on my face.
Once closed, I could hear them no more, and my reflection stared back at me from the glass. My face was a grotesque mask of terror as my jaw was forced open by the gag. I cried desperately, aware that I had no way to escape.
On the bottom, freezing cold water started to come out from a hole on the floor. It rose slowly, filling the big box as I tried to escape the water.
As my feet got covered I started shaking by the cold. It felt freezing cold and I closed my eyes trying to block the sight of the rising water from my mind.
I kept pulling from the chains, but they held firmly with no play. The only thing I managed was to cut my skin deeply, as the edges were sharp enough to split it open with a little pressure.
Behind my reflection, I could see my dad, immovable next to them. They were smiling at me, and I moaned in anguish at the hopelessness of the situation.
Inch by inch, the water level rose along my body. When it got to my tights I was shaking uncontrollably, and for a brief moment I wondered if hypothermia would claim me sooner. I laughed hysterically, not knowing why as the water finally got to my pubis.
It felt even colder as it lapped at my exposed clitoris, and it wasn't long until the water started climbing through the two dildos.
The freezing water entered me, freezing my cunt and my intestines. I remembered the warm enema I had before, and the twisting sensation it gave me as I held it in, but this was much worse. I tensed my stomach, trying to expel the water but with the hollow dildos blocking open my holes I simply couldn't do it.
The cold slowly spread inside me and my legs finally started to cramp.
As the water continued to raise, I grew desperate. I looked around, trying to find my dad, hoping to find mercy but he was gone. I twisted my head around, checking the room but I couldn't find him. I was alone with my stepmother and my two stepsisters.
To my surprise, the Heather and Angela were on the floor, looking at me as they fingered each other. Their mother stood by them, looking at me with her arms crossed under her breasts.
Minutes passed slowly while I uselessly fought my restrains. Deep cuts were bleeding from my wrists as I tried to pull my hands from them, but they were too small for that.
The water rose steadily and before I realized it my breasts were just above the water level.
Panicking I started hyperventilating, my chest moving erratically and making waves on the surface of the water. I tried to stretch a bit higher, but my feet were numb from the cold and I slipped.
As I fell, my whole body pulled from my wrists, digging the shackles even deeper and pulling my shoulders painfully. I scrambled, trying to stand up again but the shackles in my feet made it very hard.
Finally, as the water rose to my neck, I was able to stand up. My back and my shoulders were screaming at me from the pain and the cold was making me shiver so hard I couldn't control my body.
Slowly, the water kept rising until it got just below my chin. I started screaming as I tilted my head back, trying to gain as much height as I could, but the chains limited my movement.
The first drops of water entered my mouth and I realized that I wouldn't be able to swallow any water with the ring forcing my mouth open. I tried pushing it out with my tongue before I tried to swallow, but I started coughing as the water went to my lungs.
Closing my eyes, I waited for the water fill my mouth, but as the seconds passed and the water remained at the same level I looked around once more. My dad was still gone but they were still there.
My stepsisters were lost in a 69 on the floor just in front of the box, and I could see them moaning in pleasure as the fingered and licked at each other’s cunt.
Susan was standing just in front of the box, her face inches from the glass as she smiled. From the corner of my eyes I could see her arms resting on the side of the box that held the valve, and I realized that she would hold the water there until I slipped again.
She started fingering herself while she licked the glass in front of my face. Spitting on it, she took a step backward and looked at her daughters. Angela was shaking on the ground, obviously in the middle of a powerful orgasm while Heather kept lapping at her cunt.
At that point I was exhausted, both physically and mentally. Knowing I had no way out and that anything I did would only prolong my suffering, I simply gave up.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly lowered myself into the water, hoping for a quick death on the cold water. Just before water flooded my mouth, I felt the box shake.
To one side, I could see the door of the garage open and three men came rushing in. They were dressed in black and wore heavy riot gear. Two of them were carrying pole leashes, the ones that animal control uses to capture rabid dogs.
They went straight to the girls, passing the leashes thought their neck expertly before they realized what was happening. Closing them tightly, they pulled them to the floor and dragged them outside before I could blink.
The third man had wrestled their mother to the ground, and he was putting leather shackles on her wrists and her elbows. Once he was done, he sat on top of her, pinning her to the ground as he took another set of shackles and closed them around her ankles.
I could see her crying and screaming at him as he rose from the floor, leaving us alone in the room.
Dumbfounded I looked around, trying to make senses of the situation as small flame of hope grew inside me.
The light coming from the door was blocked again, and a dark figure stood in the doorway for a few seconds. When he came in I saw it was my father again, still naked and looking angry
He walked calmly towards his wife and her face turned into panic as she saw him coming. She tried to escape but they had tied her well, and she could only roll around before he got to her.
Using one hand, he lifted her be her hair, dragging her towards the other side of the garage. I looked around, and saw them standing beneath the noose which was hanging low. She was screaming and kicking at him as he slipped it over her neck, tightening it.
She stood still under the noose as he stepped back, looking at her. He said something to her that I couldn't hear, and she shook her head in answer. Looking back at me for an instant, he said something else to her and went to the other end of the rope that was tied to a big hook on the wall.
She kept pleading to him, her eyes full of tears as he slowly pulled from the rope. She stood on her tiptoes, twisting her neck to the side as she tried to convince him, but he kept pulling until her toes left the floor.
He lifted her until she was a foot of the floor, before he tied the rope again.
He stood in front of her as she hung, her face blue as she tried to breathe again, but I could see the rope digging into her flesh and I was pretty sure that her throat was already crushed beyond repair.
The scene brought me memories of my sister's death and I shuddered, trying not to slip again.
It wasn't long before her kicks started to lose strength and finally she hung limp from the rope. Her tongue sticking grotesquely from her open mouth and her face a deep purple.
My dad stood in front of her for a few moments, before he turned around and walked up to me.
I smiled at him as he looked into my eyes through the glass and fresh tears spilled from my eyes as I waited for him to release me.
Slowly, he lifted his arm, holding it just in front of the glass. A few moments later, he dropped it out of sight.
Then the water started to raise again, and I had no time to take a deep breath before it passed my lower lip, filling my mouth.
Heartbroken, I looked at him as the water kept filling my mouth. Water cascade down my throat, filling my lungs. I started coughing violently as I tried to clear them but I had no air left in me.
The water was rising more rapidly this time and it covered my nose and then my eyes in a matter of seconds. It kept rising until I was completely covered under it, the only part of me above the water were my arms which were tied high above my head.
Through the clear water I could see him, looking at me as I drowned.
I wanted to scream at him, to hit him for betraying me. She was dead, he could let me go! Why? I could still live!
To my despair, he turned around and left the garage, turning off the light and closing the door as he left.
In the dark, alone, I heaved once and finally closed my eyes as the cold water surrounded me.
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