Pandora’s Box
The wind was blowing, and the smoke of Pandora’s cigarette was flying in the
same direction with her coal black locks. It was autumn, late at night. The girl
was taking her usual walk in the park. The moon was shining in the sky,
reminding her of so many other nights, which were just like tonight: alone in
the park, no annoying kids (Pandora hated children), just the moon and the
cigarette. The latter was stuck in a marvelous silver cigarette holder.
Pandora wore a silver necklace with bat pendants and a lot of silver bracelets
and rings. That night she was dressed in a cape of soft black velvet and a long
purple dress laced-up in the front. Her face was very pale thanks to Stargazer
powder, and her lips were done in a vampire red. Her pointed shoes made clicking
sounds against the hard path of the park.
Pandora stopped by a litterbin to get rid of the cigarette end, but suddenly she
noticed something very unusual inside – a large shoebox. Interested, she took it
out and opened it. Inside, were piles and piles of banknotes! That was
unbelievable! Pandora quickly looked around and, hiding the magic box under her
cape, hurried to the exit. She thought of the many beautiful little things she
would spend the money on: lots of corsets, gowns and fishnets, and of course
that wonderful alcove bed she had dreamed about... She was too lost in thought
to hear footsteps following her, and when she did, it was already too late.
Pandora began to walk faster, but the one following her also sped up, so now
they were almost running. Pandora wasn’t scared, she was really sorry for the
magic box which she realized she would have to give back. But after all, maybe
the box had nothing to do with it? Maybe it was just another late walker heading
home?
Suddenly Pandora felt his arm curl around her neck. Then something cold touched
her skin. Pandora couldn’t see, but she could guess what it was. A gun. The man
pulled her away from the path, into the darkness of the trees and the bushes.
There he let her go so suddenly that she fell on the ground beside a tall tree
and burst into tears immediately.
“Stealing my money, bitch!” said the man with a sarcastic smile. “You won’t live
to regret this!”
Sobbing, Pandora handed him the box. The man took it, still pointing the gun at
her.
“Keep quiet,” he said.
“Please don’t hurt me,” the girl whispered. He smiled.
“I don’t want any trouble,” he said. “But you are going to have to pay for your
being a bad girl.”
“I’ll do whatever you say,” Pandora said, sobbing, “but please don’t kill me.”
“Whatever, huh?” he repeated ironically. “Sounds interesting. Stretch your arms
backwards.”
Pandora obeyed. The man caught her hands and joined them behind the tree with
metal handcuffs. Pandora was now cuffed to the tree. Helpless, she went on
weeping, while the man put the gun into his pocket and approached her.
“You look so lovely,” he said to the girl with a smile, “just like a trapped
animal waiting for the hunter to come and kill it.” He began unlacing her purple
dress. “But hey, why all these sobs and tears? Stop it now!” Pandora bit her lip
and tried her best to stop crying. The lacing undone, he squeezed her small tits
which looked very lovely since the girl’s arms were stretched backwards. Pandora
looked at him and asked:
“What’s your name?”
“Call me Phil,” he replied, twisting her nipples. It was rather painful, but
Pandora understood she’d better not cry or say anything. Phil unzipped her
pants, stroked his cock a little and then told Pandora to suck it. She never
liked it, but it didn’t matter: there was no choice. So she opened her mouth and
sucked his cock as nicely as she could. Phil seemed to enjoy it, and even
Pandora herself began to get excited.
After a while, he stopped moving her head to and fro, and said:
“Okay, bitch, spread your legs now. It’s going to be a night you’ll never
forget.”
It wasn’t very comfortable for Pandora to do what he wanted... Phil drew her
long skirt up, revealing the fishnet stockings and the ankh tattoo on her shaved
pussy. Pandora knew she was wet and was embarrassed because of it. Phil laughed
again, when he found out how wet she was for him. He pushed his cock into
Pandora’s hot pussy and began fucking her hard. Both of them enjoyed it!
Finally, he came. Pandora seemed to come back to reality and waited for Phil to
uncuff her. But he didn’t do it. Putting on his clothes and taking the magic
box, he quickly went away.
“Phil!” the girl shouted. “Come back now! You’re not going to leave me here like
that, are you?!”
“Of course not, bitch,” he whispered just over her ear. “Haven’t I promised you
it’s going to be a night you’ll never forget?”
He put the gun to her neck and pulled the trigger. The sound of the shot was
quiet, but seemed like thunder to Pandora. Her body arched and then relaxed, and
a little stream of blood emerged from her bitter mouth. She died.
Phil searched her pockets, but found nothing save her silver cigarette holder.
He decided to keep it. He looked at the dead girl and said, “That’ll teach you,
bitch.”
Copyright by NightInGale (2002).