3
Things settled down after the “curry chicken incident” as I liked to call it… for about a week. Then I was thinking about those damned condoms again. I started thinking about the thrill of the risk and I couldn’t get my mind off them.
I left a couple of subtle hints to my lover indicating I was ready to try it again. He never indicated whether or not he picked up on it. A couple days went by with us having what I call “regular sex”.
I tried again, this time telling him I was interested in taking my chances. He looked at me and rolled his eyes as though my request was not the least bit unexpected. But he did nothing about it.
A couple days later I strongly indicated I wanted him to use one of those condoms on me. Fuck me; rape me; ravage my ass; I didn’t care which. I just wanted to play another round of condom roulette. And still there was no response.
The sex was ok; I certainly had nothing to complain about. But now I couldn’t get those damned condoms out of my head.
One night I went a little too far, telling him how unhappy I was he wasn’t responding to my needs. It didn’t help he was right in the middle of watching a ballgame. I went one hurtful phrase too far – which I immediately regretted – before he snapped.
He marched me into the bedroom and proceeded to take all my clothes off. Finally, we were getting somewhere. But then he put me down on the bed and started tying off my wrists to the upper corners.
I started to protest when he found one of my red ball-gags and shut me up good. He stretched my legs apart, using one of my spreader bar toys to secure my ankles. Then he left me lying in bed like that without doing a damn thing about it. The bastard!
I wriggled and squirmed, horny as hell while lying helpless and vulnerable. But he never did a damn thing to me. He just left to watch his ballgame. I screamed at him through the ball-gag in my mouth but that didn’t do me a damn bit of good.
He came back a half-hour later, retrieved my rabbit and pushed it into my wet slit. Then he turned it on before heading back out to watch the ballgame. The clit vibrator drove me wild.
I had a couple of wonderful orgasms before I squeezed the damned thing right out of my pussy. I was left huffing and puffing through my nose, whimpering like crazy. A few minutes later he came back in.
He found my rabbit lying between my legs. So he got the dildo pole and attached it to that, the one where he secures the other end of the pole to the middle of my spreader bar to keep it lodged deep into place. Then he went over to the box of condoms.
He pulled the latex glove over his hand before opening one. Then he proceeded to unroll it onto my rabbit. He just looked at me as he pushed it back into my cunt before securing the other end to the middle of the spreader bar.
My eyes opened wide at what he’d just done. “We’ll see if you’re still alive in half an hour,” he said as he turned the damn thing back on. Then he went back out to watch the ballgame. That’s when I realized he’d left me all tied up to be fucked to death by my rabbit!
The damned thing was vibrating and gyrating in my pussy something fierce. And the clit vibrator was not doing me any favors. I realized I could be fucked to death before he even came back to check on me!
Every time I tried to bend my knees I drove the vibrating rabbit deeper inside me with the pole it was attached to. I wriggled and squirmed but there was no escape. If this was the poisoned condom I was one dead bitch.
It only took about three minutes of my hips thrusting and gyrating trying to escape before I had my first orgasm. I screamed into the ball-gag in my mouth, totally exhausting myself as it flushed hotly through my body. Then I collapsed in a heap, only to feel that damned rabbit start to force another one right out of me.
I screamed; I whimpered; I thrashed about; I begged for mercy. Then a second one was torn out of my quivering body. If anything it was more intense than the first one.
I stiffened until I collapsed back onto the bed as it mercifully passed, only to feel another one charging hard right behind it. Gawd; I was never going to survive this! I was being fucked to death whether it was a poisonous condom or not!
I must’ve endured five or six before I passed out. When I came around I felt relieved to discover the rabbit was no longer inside me. My lover had returned to take it out, removing the pole forcing it deep inside me.
“I guess that wasn’t the poisonous one after all,” he observed dryly as he looked down on me. “You’re damned lucky.” Then he laid the vibrating rabbit up against my crotch before leaving the bedroom again.
I wriggled and squirmed, trying to knock it away. I could feel it twisting and vibrating against my swollen nub. I winced and stiffened, trying to hold it back. Then I was hit by another devastating orgasm.
I went through two more, each one working my nub as I fought like hell to hold it back. Then I bucked and shuddered as I screamed into my ball-gag in orgasm. The third one left me devastated, but at least I managed to hump the damned thing off my crotch.
I was trying to catch my breath still tied spread-eagled to the bed with the spreader bar attached to my ankles when he returned. He just looked at me lying there all soaked and feeling like mush. Then he slowly started to undress.
I watched as he carefully took his clothes off one item at a time. Seeing him slowly undress like that was arousing as hell. When the pants came down I could tell he was sporting a massive erection. And when the briefs came off my mouth started to water at the size of it.
I watched as he calmly walked over to the box of condoms. He put on the latex glove and then ripped open another package. His eyes never left me the whole time as he rolled it on.
My eyes flew open in astonishment as he climbed into bed with me. He tossed the rabbit aside and then thrust right in to my soaking wet crotch. Then he started to fuck me.
I inhaled sharply, my breath catching in my throat. Gawd; this was insane! Two in one night; he was really going to fuck me to death!
I began to grunt and whimper as his thrusts intensified. I began fucking him back as though there was no tomorrow… and perhaps there really wasn’t. He’d deliberately used two condoms; maybe he really was trying to kill me off!
The fear and excitement swelled within me as he really started pounding me. I couldn’t hold back; my cunt was clenching like crazy. Then I was cumming up a storm, screaming his name through the ball-gag in my mouth.
He just kept fucking me, hammering my cunt as though this was what I deserved. I came down from my high, only to feel it swell within me yet again. My mind told me this was going to be the one and that’s when I went insane.
I began screaming his name again as my body exploded in orgasm. That’s when I felt him swell within me. A moment later he began ramming it home as though he was trying to fill me with his seed.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I got all weak and disoriented. He was cumming as he was killing me… and I couldn’t stop cumming! It was a never-ending orgasm, a glorious death I richly deserved. And then I passed out…
When I awakened I was dimly aware of him setting me free. The bed was soaked, the spreader bar had been removed and the ball-gag was gone. I worked my sore jaws, trying to get them to function again. Then he climbed into bed with me.
“That was fucking glorious,” I purred as I cuddled up against his warm body. He cuddled with me until we both fell asleep. When I awakened several hours later I rewarded him by gulping down his morning wood until he shot a load down my throat…
© 2016 (written for Bedeyes Jul 3 ’16 by riwa)
4
You would have thought two risks in one night would have cured me. But afterwards I was more addicted to those damned things than ever.
I told my lover how wonderful that night had been for me. I’d had so many orgasms they had been difficult to keep track of. The thought of being fucked to death the whole time had only added to my arousal factor.
He chuckled as he shook his head, telling me I was such a kinky bitch. “I am,” I replied with a smile. “But for now I’m your kinky bitch. And to show my appreciation I want to give you one free ‘fuck-me-to-death’ pass.”
“What’s that mean?”
“It means I want you to use a condom on me and I want you to spring it on me. Rape me, fuck me, have your way with me any way you want… so long as you use one of those condoms.”
“Honey, are you sure?”
“I’m getting so fucking wet just thinking about it.”
“But what if you die?”
“Then you get another lover, buy a box of condoms and play condom roulette with her until she gets the condom of death. Because deep down I think you love it too, am I right? You love the idea you might be fucking death into my cunt.”
“I love no such thing.”
“Liar. I can see it in your eyes. You’re already starting to get hard just thinking about fucking me to death.” I groped the growing bulge he was sporting to confirm my thesis.
“Kinky bitch.”
I just laughed… “That’s me. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go draw me a bath. I need to soak in some bubbles just to get myself off… unless of course you want to get off fucking me right now.”
He looked at me but said nothing. The evidence in his pants indicated otherwise. I gave him a coy look.
“No? Your loss.” I giggled as I groped his bulge again before heading off.
I started a hot bath and took my clothes off. All that talk about being fucked to death had gotten me all hot and bothered again. I found myself wondering how long it would take for my horny lover to strike. I was really looking forward to it.
I climbed into the tub and soaked in the warm water and soothing bubbles. I also rubbed myself a few times to relieve myself. At the end of the bath I felt much better… and as an added benefit I was even clean.
I got out of the tub and dried myself off. But my mind was on those damned condoms again, wondering when he was going to strike. But I remembered his hesitation from last time and wondered if he was even going to strike at all. I figured I might have to goad him a little more to get what I wanted.
I had failed to pull the plug in the bottom of the bathtub. So I reached down into the water to pull it out. A moment later strong hands wrapped around my neck and forced my head down.
I cried out a froth of bubbles, my feet having lifted right up off the floor. I was bent over the tub in no-man’s land with no leverage whatsoever. I could feel his hard cock pushing right up against my – wait! Was that a condom he was wearing??
He pulled my head up and I gasped and sputtered. Then he shoved my head right back down into the water. I bubbled as I cried out in fear and arousal.
He wasn’t in me yet. But I could feel how hard he’d become. Obviously my little talk had spurred him into action. Was this to be my night, the night I urged my lover to fuck me to death.
He pulled my head up out of the water, allowing me to gasp and sputter again. “Death by condom?” he whispered into my ear. “Or death by drowning?” Then he shoved my head back down into the tub.
I let out another bubbly cry as I felt his hard cock pushing against my opening. I wanted him in me so bad. Poison or drowning; either way I was horny as hell for whatever he might give me.
My feet kicked against his ass as he held me under. Then he pulled me up by my hair. I gasped and whimpered, my pussy throbbing like crazy. My nipples were so hard they ached.
He pushed me right back down and I bubbled again. Then I felt his cock probing until the tip pressed against another hole. “I wonder how the poison will make your ass react,” he hissed ominously. Then he began to force his way inside.
I cried out, wriggling and struggling like crazy. For a moment I panicked. I didn’t want to drown and I didn’t want the condom of death… and I certainly didn’t want it up the ass. Then I felt my sphincter give way.
I jerked and bubbled as he thrust right in. Then he started raping me hard. I screamed my breath away in a flurry of bubbles as my naked body shuddered like crazy.
He pulled me up and I came up gasping madly for breath. “Your call; my choice,” he hissed into my ear. Then once more I was forced back down into that dirty water.
He fucked me hard; I could feel that ribbed condom of death rubbing in and out of my anal passage. I couldn’t stop clenching; it’s like I was trying to milk him dry. Then it felt like my ass began to go into spasms.
I cried out another froth of bubbles. Gawd, he was fuck-drowning me! I didn’t know if the water or the poison was going to get to me first. Then I screamed in orgasm, expelling my breath in a huge eruption of bubbles.
He thrust harder, causing my ass to clench even more. Was that the first sign of the poison affecting my anal passage? Had I pushed it one condom too many? The thought made me delirious.
He pulled my head up and I gasped mightily for breath as I cried out, “Oh FUCK!” Then my head was shoved right back down as he raped my ass hard.
I was furiously clenching the cock in my ass, my feet kicking his ass as my hands went all over the place. I screamed my breath away from a second orgasm more devastating that the first. Then I felt him start to swell inside me.
He pulled me out of the water and I gasped and sputtered. Then he cruelly forced my head back under as he rammed my ass with his cock. I screamed again, a huge eruption of bubbles exploding at the surface. Then I felt his cock start to throb as he went off in my ass.
This was it; I’d done it for sure. If the condom didn’t poison me he was going to drown me just to make sure. I screamed and screamed until I had no breath left as a wave of intense pleasure flowed hotly through my quivering body.
…and then I was out of the water, violently coughing up moisture. My ass was still clenching tightly onto his cock. I was too weak to do anything but struggle to get my breath back.
He pulled me upright until I got my knees underneath me. His cock began to soften despite my continued clenches around his wonderful love muscle. Then I pushed him out.
He turned me around to look into my face. I was all dreamy, a drugged look in my eyes. He just smiled as he shook his head… “I might have known the kinky bitch would love it.”
“It was glorious,” I purred. Then our lips met. I decided if the condoms didn’t get me maybe we could do this again just to see how long he could push my breath-holding limits while fucking the shit out of me…
© 2016 (written for Bedeyes Jul 16 ’16 by riwa)