The Grim Reaper – Witnessing a drowning
I got this call and got sent out on assignment. It seems a woman was being kidnapped by her boyfriend. I don’t know if she’d made him angry or what the deal was.
When I caught up to them he was driving an old, beat-up clunker. She wasn’t in the passenger seat with him. I looked around until I found her all tied up in the trunk.
So she was his girlfriend, eh? What was he going to do to her? The reason I’d been summoned made me think he was considering doing something very bad to her.
I sat beside him as he drove. He was muttering something angrily. Apparently she’d really gotten under his skin.
“Did she piss you off?” I asked him. “She really pissed you off, didn’t she.”
“She pisses me off so much!” he muttered to himself. I had to smile at that.
“You should make her suffer for what she did to you.” I smiled as I planted the seed.
“I should make the bitch suffer!” he told himself. “She deserves it after what she put me through.”
“You should torture her… let her know it’s coming.”
“I should torture her for all the things she put me through.”
“Imagine if you drowned her. That way she could agonize while the water is rising.”
“That tank!” he declared as though it had just come to mind. “I should put her in that!” I saw a sinister smile on his face. That’s when I really started to get excited.
I was there when he got out and prepared the tank. I watched what he was doing. I made a couple of suggestions, but he was so easily influenced I wasn’t sure if they were my ideas or his.
He went back to the car, got her out and carried her inside in his arms. She begged and pleaded of course. It did her no good. He was really pissed off.
He laid her down in the tank. Then he tied her ankles off, elevating them so they would remain out of the water. She had such cute little tootsies.
“Now put the hose in and turn it on,” I suggested. But he was already rigging up the hose. I found myself becoming so turned on.
She cried out as she shook her head, pleading through that gag for him not to do this to her. He turned the hose on, and the water started flowing into the tank. This was going to take a while. And I didn’t want him to chicken out at the last minute.
I told him, “You should go inside and have a drink. She’ll still be here when you get back.” He just glared down at her. Then he walked out, leaving her all alone in the filling tank.
She begged; she pleaded; she screamed. But there was no one around but me to hear her. And I wasn’t about to stop this. After all, I was here to see it through to the end. As the Grim Reaper that’s my job, you know. And I was really looking forward to this one.
“What if he doesn’t come back?” I said to her with a wicked smile. What if he never comes back? She struggled in the tank, whimpering in despair.
It was taking a while, but the water was slowly starting to fill the tank. It finally flowed over her body as she lay flat in the bottom. It covered her chest, but I could see her nipples poking through her shirt from that cold water as she kept her head dry while whimpering with fright.
She kicked and struggled and splashed around. It was arousing as hell to watch. The job certainly has its erotic perks as I was looking forward to watching her drown.
The reason this one appealed to me was the way it was taking so long to fill the tank. She had a while to wait before the battle to keep her head above water really set in. I thought it was so deliciously cruel the way she struggled as the tank slowly filled with water, letting her know in no uncertain terms the manner in which she was going to perish.
I sensed he was coming out to check on her. I also sensed some hesitation on his part. So I intercepted him before he reached her.
“She really pissed you off, you know. She deserves what she’s getting. You owe this to her.”
“She really pissed me off,” he muttered to himself as he stopped in his tracks, sounding as though he was trying to convince himself. “She deserves what she’s getting.”
“You don’t have to be here to watch. Why don’t you head back to town? The hose is running; the tank will fill right up.”
“I don’t have to watch this. She’s going to beg and plead and piss me off even more. Besides, the water’s running and will fill that damned tank.” And with that he turned and headed for his clunker.
“Pull out with a roar so she can hear you!” I hollered to him as he got inside and started the engine. It roared to life. His tires angrily kicked up gravel as he backed up, turned around and sped off.
I watched him go. Then I went back inside the building. “He’s gone, honey. He ain’t going to save you.”
“He left me!” she cried out into her gag, having heard the car roar to life and drive away. “He left me! He left me!” That’s when I knew she knew it was setting in.
She put up another struggle as she fought to free herself. But her ankles were tied off pretty good. The rope around her jeans near the ankles made it almost impossible to loosen or shake free.
I got a little concerned she might have better luck with her feet down in the tank. So I grabbed the rope and pulled tight, pulling her feet up out of the tank. She cried out in horror, no doubt wondering what the hell had happened to pull her legs back up like that. Then her mind dismissed it as though it didn’t matter how it had happened.
She renewed her efforts to free herself. She screamed as she tried propping her head up to keep it out of the water. It just kept relentlessly pouring into the tank from that hose.
Her pants were soaked; the water was streaming in down her legs. Everything was wet except for her hair. I smiled knowing this was one bitch who was going to get her hair wet whether she liked it or not.
The water kept rising; it was getting harder to keep her head from getting wet. She whimpered as her mouth slipped several times below the surface. Now things were getting interesting. I was really looking forward to the end.
I took a closer look at her tootsies. They looked so cute. I blew on them and was amused the way she wriggled her toes. She probably thought it was the wind or something.
The water reached her mouth; now that gag was getting wet. She bubbled and cried out, trying to work it off. I was getting even more excited, eager to see those sexy drowning bubbles.
Maybe I should have remained unseen. But I wanted her to know I was watching. Besides, I wanted her to have the ability to release those drowning bubbles without that gag.
I appeared and she saw me for the very first time. She gasped in shock before her head slipped under. She lifted it back up before begging me to save her, not caring a whit I was wearing my black robe.
I reached down and pulled the gag down her face as though she’d manage to work it off. Then she started begging. “PLEASE! YOU’VE GOT TO GET ME OUT OF HERE! MY BOYFRIEND LEFT ME HERE LIKE THIS!”
I shook my head no. She screamed, “WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?? CAN’T YOU SEE I’M DROWNING IN HERE??”
“Of course I can.”
“WHY WON’T YOU DO SOMETHING??”
“Look at my outfit, honey. Who do I look like to you? Why do you think I’m here watching?”
She looked at me in horror. Then her head went down into the water. She tried to keep her face up as she winced and cried out a bubbly “NOOOOO!”
“He left a long time ago,” I told her. “There’s nobody here but me. And you can barely see me as it is. Hell, you’re probably wondering if this is all a dream or if you’re imagining me standing here.”
“GET ME OUT OF HERE! PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING!”
“Honey, I’m just an apparition. I’m here to make sure you drown like you’re supposed to.”
She let out another cry as her head went under. She came up sputtering, only for her head to slip back under again. I could tell it was getting harder for her to keep her face up at the surface.
The cold of the water she was lying in was no longer an issue. The problem was the way the water slowly kept rising. She had to exert a lot of energy keeping her face up at the surface. And that was only going to get worse as the water continued to rise.
She slipped under, lost a burst of air, and then lifted her head back up. I could feel the excitement rising up within me. I concluded that watching a woman drown in slowly rising water was one hell of a thrill.
She lifted her head up and gasped for breath. “YOU CAN’T JUST… STAND THERE WATCHING ME LIKE THAT!”
“What else can I do? I’m the Grim Reaper, honey… well, maybe I should say I’m your Grim Reaper.”
She gasped for breath before her head went back under. Now she really had to lift it to get her head back up. I could see the look of agony in her expression.
She got her head back up and gasped for breath. Then she blurted out, “HE’LL COME BACK! HE’S GOT TO COME BACK!”
I smiled as I told her, “I hope you can hold your breath that long.” Then she let out a wail as her head went back down again.
She was getting close; I could tell she was getting close. Her body was tensing like a spring ready to snap. It was that panic that was just waiting to explode.
She really had to struggle to get her head above water. Then she screamed, “OHMYGAWD; DON’T LET ME DROWN!” I just smiled as I shook my head.
She went back down as though she was too tired to lift her head anymore. Her cheeks began to bulge as her eyes bugged out. I could tell it was going to be any second now. I was so turned on like you wouldn’t believe.
She panicked as she tried to reach the surface. But this time she couldn’t get her face up out of the water. She screamed as all those sexy bubbles exploded out of her mouth.
She grunted as she inhaled. Then her body suddenly started thrashing about. More bubbles came up as she swallowed water.
What a rush! It was simply incredible to observe! I eagerly watched the whole process, not wanting to miss a single moment.
Her legs kicked as her head went from side to side. She began convulsing as though she was trying to vomit. Bursts of air came up, but they were less numerous until it looked like she was dry-heaving.
Her spasms lessened as though she was tiring of the whole thing. Then she lay flat on her back on the bottom as though it was no longer worth the effort. She stared upward in shock. Then her expression began to soften.
I watched as the life winked out of her eyes. It was incredible to see. A solitary bubble left her lips. It gave me the erotic chills something fierce.
Damn; what a show! I was glad I’d gotten to witness this one! She’d put up quite the fight, her legs ultimately coming out of the tank as she lay there.
I watched as the bubbles came up, lone bubbles trying to escape her flooding lungs. One last one popped up at the surface. Then there were no more. She twitched one last time and then laid there perfectly still.
I stood there enthralled, reliving the event over and over in my head. I quietly thanked her for such an incredible performance. Then I got called away, and I bid her corpse goodbye. I could only hope my next one would be as enjoyable as the one I had just witnessed…
© 2017 (written Nov 30 ’17 by riwa)
(Vidcaps from a W.A.V.E. clip and are used for illustration purposes only.)