The Fantasy
This story is based on real events, that is to say, my relationship with a
girl I knew. If you, the Girl, read this story and recognize yourself, please
don’t worry: I’ll never do anything like that in real life.
It happened a few years ago. I worked at a computer company, and one day she
entered the office. I looked at her and asked myself: “Do such women exist?” She
was as beautiful as unique. She didn’t resemble these fake cliches of female
beauty. Tall, a little overweight, pretty red hair, sensual lips, a nice
smile... We got acquainted. I smiled each time I met her at the office.
Sometimes we would walk to the subway station together, chatting about our plans
for the weekend. But on vacation she would flee from me. Finally, I made a
careful hint that I wanted a relationship more close.
Of course she refused. She explained she wasn’t ready, she had lots of other
things to do, she wasn’t the one I needed... I realized it was useless to argue,
but I didn’t give up. Yes, I’m no angel, but all the women in the world divided
into two parts: she and all the rest. Little by little, we were friends again.
But I had a plan.
Once I invited her to the theater. She agreed. After the show we were walking
off, when I pointed to a brand new car and said:
“Congratulate me, I’ve bought a car. Here it is.”
This was my first car.
We drove along the streets, to the place where she lived. She was sitting by my
side. She lived in the suburb, and I had thought of everything beforehand. A
turn, another, and the car stops in a deserted street.
“Oops, I need to check it out.”
I take the back seat, find the noose and quickly put it over her head. Then I
pull the rope slightly, I do not want to strangle her... right now.
The girl is in panic. This nice man turned out to be a maniac! Trust no one. She
tries to fight, to loosen the noose. I rush to her, catch her hands and tie them
up. Then I gag her. Carefully hugging her waist, I put her on the back seat. She
goes on struggling, trying to kick me with her legs. I catch her feet and remove
her exquisite blue sandals. She won’t need them anymore. Then I tie her ankles:
cruel, but necessary. The girl is crying. I want to caress her. I caress and
kiss her bare feet, the skin is so soft! It’s obvious that she never walks
barefooted. But in a few hours her pretty feet will feel the touch of soft grass
and fallen leaves, and she will understand how good it is.
Now I need to examine her hands: they are tied, but not securely enough. I untie
her hands, then slide the straps of the dress down, one by one. Her pretty
shoulders are bare, I can get to her tits if I want, but there’s no time for it
now. I tie her hands behind her back, then secure the body with safety belts and
finally cover her with a rug. Before taking off, I whisper in her ear:
“Everything is fine, my sweet. Don’t cry, I’m with you. You never wanted it, but
there are things you cannot change. I had to do it. I’m sorry.”
We are off the city. There aren’t much cars on the road on Saturday night, and
in an hour or so we turn onto a small local road, then into the forest. I find
the place I had been looking for. Here it is, the large tree and everything.
I carefully take my prisoner out of the car and put her on the ground. I take
out her gag, untie her, and tell her to undress. She is crying. I take off her
dress, then her bra, she doesn’t resist. What nice round tits she’s got! I cover
her body with kisses. But when I touch her panties, she pushes me aside.
“I have kidnapped you, my sweet, you’re all mine now!”
“Do you think you can win love by force? I don’t love you and you’re only doing
more trouble–”
“You don’t understand, I’m not going to rape you. I am going to give you
something else. You will never forget what you’ll see tonight.”
I cup her breasts, caress them for a while, then put her at the large tree and
tie her to the truck around the waist. Then I fix her hands over her head and
tie them to the tree, too. Then I tear off her panties. There’s no need to tie
her feet: she won’t free herself anyway.
Now, when my beloved is securely tied, I choose the thickest rope, make a noose
and tie it to the big branch in a couple of meters from the truck. Then I pick
up a few dry branches and start a small fire right under the noose. And then I
put a small kitchen chair and put in over the fire. The flame starts licking the
top of the chair. I undress, step on the chair and put the noose on my neck.
She is watching me in terror. She guesses my horrible plan. “Don’t do that!
Please, don’t!” she cries.
“You were right when you said I can’t gain love by force. But I don’t want to
live without you. I will die soon, but you will be with me all this time, and my
final thoughts will be of you. Good-bye.”
The heat burns my bare feet through the chair. I try to stand on the edge of the
chair, but the fire is eating more and more of it. Finally, the chair crashes, I
fall, and the noose fastens around my neck. Terrible pain wraps around me...
Yes, I wanted it, I got it. But I notice that a bunch of flames spreads in every
direction from the fire, and a few reach my beloved, her round tits and vast
thighs. The girl doesn’t seem to notice it, she watches me die.
The end is terrible. Words cannot describe my agony. But through the veil that
covers my eyes I can see my beloved struggle, she wants to save me. But she
cannot break free, and I am almost dead. Poor girl! She will spend this night
tied to a tree next to my dead body dangling on the branch.
What has become of my beloved? I hope she didn’t die of hunger or cold. The
place wasn’t deserted, people would find her. Probably a drunk local farmer
found her in the morning and did what he thought was right. Well, she never
wanted to be mine. Well, now she belongs to whom she belongs.
Copyright by Carnivore Rodent (2002).