WARNING!  This file contains sexually explicit material. If you are underage,
or do not wish to read, you have been warned.

This work is copyrighted to the author © 2003.  Please don't remove the author
information or make any changes to this story.

==============================================================================

You should be careful which strangers you are nice to. You never know when one
will decide to bury you in his backyard.

MF, nc, viol

==============================================================================

                    Backyard Tank
                    by InnerStrength


I have an old septic tank in my back yard. It is a cylinder about two feet
around and about four feet long. I have no idea what it is made out of,
aluminum or steel, some sort of metal. I just know it was heavy when I was
cleaning it. I got most of the smell out.

Most septic tanks are buried on their side, like a submarine, but I put mine
in the long way. I welded an opening in one side of it, and I wanted it to be
easy to get to. If I remove a few inches of dirt, I can get to the door.

I am saving it for you.

I will take care of you.

I wonder if you will be able to breath. Enough air should get in through the
thin layer of dirt. There is only one way to find out.

I first saw you about six months ago, waiting in line at the grocery store. I
only had a box of Kleenex, so you let me go first. You must be able to see my
loneliness. Nobody ever talks to me. Nobody ever notices me. Day in and day
out, I sleepwalk through life, earning my pay, cooking my dinner, but nobody
touched me. Nobody reached out. Nobody wanted to get close to me.

Until you.

I went to my car and watched you walk to yours. You were wearing blue jeans
and a t shirt. You are young and beautiful. I don't know why somebody so
perfect would choose me, but I will accept your gift.

I followed you, not too closely. I didn't want to scare you. And I found where
you lived. I knew you would be my wife, but I had to prepare for you. You
needed a place to live. I needed to get ready. I was in no rush. We had found
each other, so I could get everything ready and come get you when it was time.

Every day I worked. I cleaned the tank. I opened the side.  I poured my love
for you into your house.

Sometimes, I just had to see you, so I would go back to your house. I knew all
of your windows, but I never got to see much of you. You always seemed to
undress in the bathroom for your shower. The most I ever saw was you in your
bra and panties as you got dressed in the morning. What a beautiful body you
have. I can't wait until we can be together, and I can see all of you. I
promise I will make the most of your gift.

You don't seem to have a boyfriend. Once, you brought a man home, but he never
came back. It is so sweet, like your last fling before we get married. I'm not
jealous. He had one night. I get the rest of your life.

Sometimes I would drive by your work, to see if I could see you in the
windows. Once in a while I did, but it was enough just to know you were
there. I hope you know I am here as well. Can you feel me like I can feel you?

But those days are over. The waiting is over. I am ready to take you.

Your door is visible from the street. I can't get you in the daytime, because
your neighbors might not understand. But a few times a month, you work
late. So every night, I waited to see if you would work late. One time you
did, but it was still light out.

Today is the day. I just watched the sun set, and you haven't come home
yet. What a beautiful sunset.

I am waiting by your door.

There it is - your car. I wait quietly while you turn off the radio, and turn
off the engine. You take off your seatbelt, and grab your purse from the
seat. You open the door and get out. You walk to the door.

"Why didn't you tell me your name?"

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"We love each other. You should have told me your name, Violet."

"Get out of my yard or I am calling the police."

I love your wedding day jitters. It makes me want you even more. I grab at
your arm, and you start kicking and hitting at me. I won't let go. I am
touching you for the first time. It is wonderful.

You bite at my hand, and blood starts to flow. It really hurts. I guess it is
time to go home. I have a sock with about thirty dollars in quarters. I swing
it at your head. You are so young and so quick, you manage to dodge. I was
aiming for the back of the neck, but you almost moved out of the way, and I
got the side of your face.

Your head snapped to the left as the quarters hit it. I am strong, too. I will
show you I am good enough. You look a little stunned.

I wonder if I broke your cheek. That will look really ugly, but I don't
mind. You aren't moving so fast now that you are dazed, so I can swing
again. I knock you out.

That was a little sad for me. I have been planning for this for months, and it
was over so quickly. I thought you would recognize me and run. I thought you
would fight more. I guess you want this as much as I do.

I drag you to my car, your heels scraping the ground, and load you into the
trunk. I am beaming from ear to ear as I drive home. Finally, I'm not
alone. Finally I am together with my love.

I pull into my driveway. It is long and hidden, just the way I like it.

I open the trunk, and you are still sleeping like an angel. It is time to
prepare our home.

I carry you into the house. Your clothes are from your old life. You don't
need them anymore. First I take off all of your jewelry and your watch.  Then
I take your shoes off, and then your socks. You have pretty painted toenails.

You are wearing slacks and a button down shirt. I can't decide where to
start. The shirt. I undo the buttons very carefully. You won't be wearing it
again, but I will be gentle on our wedding night. I pull the sides away to
look at your bra. It is beautiful. I can see the shadow of your nipples.

I pull your arms through the sleeves, and leave you lying on the shirt.

I go and start your bath. I want it to be ready.

When I come back, I undo the snap on your slacks, and then slide the zipper
down. You have the most gorgeous womanly hips, so it is a bit of a struggle to
pull your pants over them. Your panties come down a little as I tug, but they
manage to stay on. Your legs are magnificent.

Now you are just in your panties and bra. I will see your charms for the first
time. I don't want this moment to end, so I just sit and take in your beauty
for a while.

The bath is ready.

I'll start with the panties. As I pull them down, I put my nose to your pussy
and inhale. It is wonderful, and it is mine.

Your bra clasps in the back, so I have to roll you onto your side before I can
unclasp it. There. Finished. What a body. I love your tits. They are just the
right size and shape.

I pick you up, over my shoulder and carry you into the bathroom. I try to set
you into the tub gently, but your head flops to the side and bangs against the
tub. No matter. I will leave you there for a bit while I go prepare our
marriage bed.

I put aside your clothes, and make sure the pillows are fluffed. I light some
candles. I have flowers in a vase. I pull back the covers.

Then I hear coughing from the bathroom. I grab my sock full of quarters and
run in.

You head has slipped under the water and you are coughing violently. I don't
want you to die. Then I would only have you for a few days. I grab your hair
and pull your head out of the water. You cough a bit more, but you are still
breathing. Since you didn't wake, I put the sock down.

I carefully wash your hair, and soap your body. You will enter your new life
clean and beautiful. I soap your face, your arms, your breasts, your stomach,
your legs, your pussy. I am touching everything for the first time. I won't
ever be this excited again, but I can't see ever getting tired of you.

I pull you out of the tub, and towel everything dry. I don't have a hair
drier, but I don't mind towel dried hair, sweetheart. It is kind of sexy.

I carry you into the bed.

I have been aroused and hard for six months waiting for you. I don't need any
foreplay. I lay you on your back, and spread your legs apart. But when I try
to enter you, your pussy is too dry. You don't need to be nervous with me,
silly. I had some lube just in case, and put some on me, and some on you, just
for good measure.

That works. It takes a little effort, but finally I push into you. I know I
won't last long; I have been waiting so long. And you are so tight. So I pump
into you for a little bit until I notice your arm hanging limply off the side
of the bed. That sends me over, and I come over and over. You were
wonderful. We will grow to know each other completely; I am sure.

I lie on top of you for about ten minutes, feeling your breath, and feeling my
bliss. Should I take your ass? Not tonight. We have plenty of time, and we
need our rest. I pull out of you, and watch my come dripping out of your
pussy.

It is all that you will have. You are starting your new life with a gift from
me.

I throw you over my shoulder, and go out into the backyard. I have prepared
your home.

The dirt is off the cover, and the cover is opened. It rained a little last
night, so there is an inch or two of water in the bottom of the septic tank,
but I doubt you will mind.

I gingerly lower you down.

Your legs don't look bent quite right. I hope you wake up soon, or that is
going to hurt.

You are absolutely beautiful. You are folded up to fit in the space. Your legs
are resting in water. You are completely naked, with damp hair. You have proof
of my love dripping from your pussy. And you belong to me.

I put the cover on. It has about sixteen screws. Thank god for electric
screwdrivers. Then I cover the dirt over the hole.

Tomorrow I will find out if you could breath.

You are my wife.
