Dark Story
by BC Ted

Carefully, I positioned my telescope and parabolic microphone.
Hopefully, tonight would prove interesting.  Slipping on my
headphones, I could hear them talking:

"W...what are you going to do once you get me wrapped up?" he was
asking.  A look through the telescope revealed that she was
methodically wrapping him with saran wrap.  "It's a surprise," she
answered, with a hint of mystery.  She was working on his upper body,
making pass after pass with the wrap.  His arms were pinned at his
sides, having been individually wrapped.

"Okay," she said, "up on the bed so I can finish your legs."  His legs
had already been wrapped seperately, and he now obligingly held them
up together so she could wrap them with each other, which she quickly
did.  First, however, she put an adult diaper on him.  I had seen them
use diapers before, when she was planning a very long session.  With
them, she could keep him bound for a very long time.

"What now?" he almost whispered.  "Just one final touch," she
answered, as she slipped off her panties.  Carefully, she stuffed them
in his mouth, securing them with a long strip of duct tape.  It was
clear that he hadn't bargained on that, from the way he shook his head
as she put it on him.  Of course, he couldn't move any thing else.  I
thought it strange, at the time, how carefully she spread the tape,
making certain of an air-tight seal.

"There," she said, climbing up on top of him, straddling his chest,
"now that I have you secure, I'll tell you what I'm going to do."  She
scooted forwards a little, so that her knees were on either side of
his head.  Looking down at him, she said "You remember that big fight
we had a couple of weeks ago?  Let me refresh your memory.  It was
about sex.  You always want it your way.  You always want me to sit on
your face.  It's always about you, your wants, your "_needs_".
You remember how I told you I was so mad I could just kill you?  Well,
I've decided that I AM going to kill you.  I'm going to sit on your
face and _smother you to death_."

He didn't appear to move, maybe he didn't believe her, but then she
rose up and scooted forwards.  "I hope you enjoy it, because my pussy
is the last thing you're ever going to see," she said, as she dropped
her pussy down on his nose.  He wriggled, but there was no way he
could move under all that tight wrap.  His toes were the only parts
that would move, and they wiggled this way and that.  I couldn't
believe my eyes, she was really smothering him.  She just sat there,
pressing down on his face.  She wasn't moving, wiggling, or shifting
position at all.  Just smothering him.

Finally, it seemed like forever, but couldn't have been more than a
minute, she lifted up a bit.  His breathing through his nose was so
loud, I could hear it clearly.  "Oh, you didn't think I was going to
kill you right away, did you?" she said.  "First, I'm going to make
you suffer.  Can't have it too easy, now, can we?"  She reached down
between her legs and spread her lips apart.  "This is what you wanted,
isn't it?  You wanted me to sit on your face and smother you."  Then
she dropped down on his nose again.  Again, she just sat there.  Was
she going to kill him this time?  His skin was turning red.  She
lifted again.  I found that I had been holding _my_ breath, too!
His breathing was loud, but I could hear her telling him about all of
the times he had pissed her off since they got married.  How he
deserved everything he was getting.  And then she sat again.

Again and again, she smothered him.  One minute.  A minute and a half.
Each time, I thought it would be the last, but she rose up again.  In
between, she would tell him things like "Aren't we enjoying ourself?"
and "You love it and you know it."  Then she would sit again.  I
suppose I should have called the cops, but I couldn't tear myself away
from the eyepiece.  I could imagine what it was like for him, each
time thinking he would never breathe again.  The pain in his chest.
The cruel gag shutting off his mouth.  Her pussy, relentlessly closing
his nose.  The terror of not knowing if she would let him breathe
again.  I would try to hold my breath as long as she was sitting,
but after a minute, I would spontaneously gasp and breathe again.  He
didn't have that luxury.

Four hours went by while she smothered him relentlessly.  She would
give him just enough air to remain concious, then she would sit again.
Finally, she slid back onto his chest.  "Maybe I _will_ let you
live, after all... This time," she said, yanking the tape off of his
mouth.  "But don't *ever* piss me off again.  And next time you
ask me to sit on your face, remember that it might be your last!"

This text is Copyright (c) 1998 by BC Ted.  All rights are reserved.
