Catch Her in the Bag

By Daniel guy

She flies into London late at night and he meets her at the airport.

He is pleased that she is as young and beautiful as her profile photographs. Her hair is golden, her eyes are deep brown and her breasts are large and perfectly shaped. The drive to his studio lasts an hour and on the way he says,

- Are you sure you want to go through with this?

- Yes.

- Good girl.

They drive on through the quiet streets in silence, both nervous and excited by the prospect of doing for real everything they had promised to do on line. His studio is a large warehouse in the old industrial part of the city. He bolts the steel door behind her and switches on a spotlight, which illuminates a steel chair in the centre of the room.  In front of it are two thick chains about a metre apart, dangling down from a hook in the ceiling.  She looks around the large cavernous room.  On one side there are two tables, piled high with steel chains, rolls of thick grey tape, steel cuffs, gags and butt plugs, sheets of folded clear plastic, rolls of industrial pallet wrap, and boxed of large clear plastic bags and sacks.  On the other side there is a large mirror leaning against the wall.  She also notices two cameras on tripods directed at the chair. 

- Are you filming it?

- Yes.

- Is that wise?

- Just for my own enjoyment.

- OK.

She shrugs her shoulders and smiles. 

She follows him to a small windowless room at the back of the studio. 

He shows her a deep trench about six feet long and two feet wide in the middle of the floor.  In it is a coffin sized wooden box. Its lid leans against a wall and beside it a pile of sand, two bags of concrete, and a spade.

- This is where you’ll be buried.

She nods.

He leads her back into the studio and points to a door leading to his office.

- Get changed in there.

She takes her suitcase into his office and opens it.  A thick black rubber collar has been left for her on a table, and beside it, a thick black rubber butt plug, a bottle of lube, and three lines of cocaine on a small silver framed antique mirror.

She smiles again.

She gets undressed. She inserts the butt plug in her ass, covers her smooth body with talc and then slips effortlessly into her shiny red rubber suit. She zips it up at the front, and gasps quietly because it always feels so good when she’s wearing tight rubber.

She sits down. The plug feels good inside her. She leans down and slips into her black rubber thigh length boots. She puts on the black rubber mask. She sits back for a moment, aroused, quivering, full of the intoxicating mixture of fear and excitement.  Her life is about to end and she doesn’t care.  She leans forward, picks up the rolled fifty-pound note and snorts the lines of cocaine, one by one.  She looks up and sees him standing in the doorway.

He too has changed into his black rubber suit, mask and boots. She sees the large thick outline of his cock, pressed tight against his belly by the tight rubber.  He is holding a steel chain leash.

She picks up the rubber collar and buckles it tight around her neck.   

She doesn’t need to be told. She sinks down slowly to her knees.

Suddenly the cocaine kicks in and she feels very light-headed and horny.

Still, she manages to crawls over to him slowly.

- Good girl.

He leans down and clips the chain leash to her collar and then leads her out into the main room.

He pulls her to her feet.  He fetches heavy steel handcuffs and cuffs her wrists to the steel chains hanging from the ceiling. He disappears into the shadow and moments later she feels the chain being pulled upwards, lifting her arms into the air.  He returns to her, removes the leash from her collar and straps a red ball gag in her mouth.

She cannot see much, but out of the corner of her eye, she watches him switching on the cameras.  He returns, stands close. She can hear him breathing. He slips on his black rubber gloves. He has a tube of oil and he begins to rub the oil over her tight rubber skin till it glistens bright in the solitary spotlight.

He rubs her breasts, till her nipples slowly harden.  He pours the bottle of oil over their heads, till they are both dripping. He caresses her thighs, her ass, her neck, her pubis. He pulls her pelvis tight against his own so she can feel the thick hard line of his cock, bursting for release.

He looks through the small holes in the mask, at her eyes, staring back at him, wide and bright. Her breathing is heavy and fast and drool oozes from her red ball gag.  He moves slowly behind her, but continues to rub and caress her entire body. He pulls down a zip and through the opening in the rubber suit, he pushes his slippery rubber finger between her buttocks. He pulls out the butt plug and drops it onto the floor.  His hand slides between her legs till his fingers begin to caress her cunt.

 He leaves the pool of light once again returning moments later with a clear plastic bag and a thick roll of tape.

So soon? she thinks.

He slips a plastic bag over her head and seals it tight around her neck with the tape. He checks that both cameras are recording the scene and then sits in the chair to watch her suffocate.  He lights a cigarette. She watches him.

She can feel the plastic tight against her face when she breathes in, and when she breathes out, she feels the air pressing against her as the bag billows out like a balloon around her head.  This is the sensation that arouses her the most. Her nipples are hard, her cunt is wet and the sensation is blissful.  

He gets up, moves behind and fucks her, slowly at first and then with increasing violence and lust. He looks over at the mirror leaning against the wall to watch himself fucking her.  It looks very horny and soon he comes, giving out a loud and primeval groan as his hot spunk is released. 

Still breathless and still lost in a sublime, tingling, post-orgasmic trance, he tears off the bag, lifts her sagging head and kisses her cheeks in appreciation and gratitude.  Then he collapses back in the chair to catch his breath, and to savour for a while longer the immense pleasure still pulsating around his body.  

The room is silent.  After several minutes he looks up at the lifeless rubber figure hanging from the chains.  He gets up and switches off the cameras. He gently detaches her wrists from the chains and then carries her body out to the back room. He lays the body on the floor and picks up a roll of black trash bags. He starts to wrap the body, taping the bags tight with the thick black tape, till she is parcelled up completely. But as he is about to lift her lifeless body into the box, he feels it moving. He drops it back down on the floor and stands up.  He stares at the long shiny plastic mummy as it starts to writhe and twist, slowly at first and then with more urgency. He sees the plastic billowing out around her head.  For a moment he doesn’t know what to do.

The plan had been to bury her that night so the concrete would be dry by the morning. But the sight of her tightly wrapped aroused him again and it dawns on him that maybe he could enjoy one more night of her before he snuffs her.  He leans down and tears open small breathing hole in the plastic.  Then he sits in a chair to devise a new plan.

2

The cleaner arrives at nine am the following morning. The floorboards in the back room have been put back and the carpet is replaced.  The concrete and sand have been cleared away.

An hour later a rock band and a film crew arrive to shoot a scene for a music video.  The hours pass slowly and at the end of the day, when every body has left, he bolts the doors again.  He walks into a storeroom and switches on the light.  He steps over to a large steel flight case and as he pulls off the covering blanket he hears a faint knocking from inside. 

He leaves the store, locking the door behind him and walks over to a restaurant across the road from the studio. There he eats a simple meal, washed down with a glass of wine.  As he eats, he plans the night ahead. He’s tired. He’d slept an hour the night before, and yet his heart still pounds urgently with anticipation.

He returns to the studio and changes into his black rubber suit.  He switches on the spotlight in the main hall and then places a small steel table in the centre. He wheels out the flight case from the storeroom.

He fetches her out.  She’s still gagged and her hands are cuffed behind her back. He’s tied a black plastic garbage bag around her head, but with an air hole large enough for her to survive the day. He pulls off the bag and begins to wrap her in several layers of clear industrial pallet wrap. He leaves a gap between her legs and a small breathing hole and then lays her on her back on the steel table with her legs apart on one side and her head hanging down on the other. He uses black tape to secure her mummified body to the table.  Once she is firmly secured, he fetches the cameras to record another night of bliss.

For the next couple of hours he goes from one side of the table to the other, fucking her till he is on the brink of coming, and then stopping for a moment before moving round the other side to face fuck her. The table is exactly the right height.  Both holes are perfect for his cock.  Round and round he goes, till finally he cannot hold back any longer. He picks up the roll of pallet wrap and wraps three layers tight around her head so the breathing hole is covered. He moves the other side of the table and starts to fuck her once again. This time he watches the shiny body jerking and writhing inside the tight plastic cocoon, ever more violently as she fights to break free. 

The cocoon freezes for a moment and then sags. The head drops back.

He thrusts and pushes till finally he shoots his hot spunk inside her.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

He pulls out and collapses onto the motionless plastic cocoon. He heart is pounding and his head is spinning and once more he is lost in a sublime bliss. He gets up and studies the cocoon for signs of life and when he is happy there are none, he finds scissors and carefully cuts away the plastic around her head.  He takes off his mask and wipes the sweat from his head with a towel. He picks up the scissors and begins to cut the body out from the plastic.

This time he cuts away the rubber suit too.  For the first time he sees her naked form and is in awe of her beauty. He picks up the body and carries it out to the back room.  He wraps it in a clear plastic sheet and then secures it tight with more black tape. But just as he is about to lift it down into the box, it starts to move again. She’s still alive. He stands over her, unsure what to do.

The easiest thing would be to put her in the box and nail down the lid, mix the concrete, pour it over the box, replace the floorboards, clear away the evidence and go to bed.   

He watches her as she slowly begins to writhe again inside the plastic.

The sound of the plastic crackling softly with her movement is very horny. 

It dawns on him that he could enjoy one more night of ecstasy with her.

He cuts a small breathing hole and then carries her back to the flight case. He gently places her inside, closes the lid and wheels it back into the storeroom. He covers the case with the blanket, and locks the storeroom door when he leaves.

3.

The following day he cannot concentrate.  The studio is busy most of the afternoon with a photo shoot, but he stays in his office, working out how he will suffocate her that night. The photo shoot finishes and once everyone is gone he locks the door.  Again he goes out to the room at the back. He rolls up the carpet, lifts the floorboards, lifts off the lid of the box and fetches the concrete, sand and water in preparation.

He fetches the flight case form the store and wheels it into the centre of the studio, switches on the spotlight and sets up the cameras once again. All the time he can hear the occasional faint thump, as the body inside moves about.  When he is ready he lifts out the plastic parcel and places it gently on the floor.   It twists and buckles slowly.  She is hardly struggling. He imagines she must just be enjoying the feeling of being restrained and of the tight soft plastic wrapped tight against her body.

Again he cannot resist fucking her. He cuts away the plastic till she is naked again.  He fetches a large clear plastic sack, pulls it over her head and down over her breasts and then tapes it tight around her chest.

He leaves her in the middle of the room and switches on the cameras.

He returns to fuck her again, but again he pulls out just before he reaches orgasm.  She’s breathing heavily because the air is running out inside the sack. He watches her writhing on the floor. He walks over to one of the cameras and zooms in on her face.  He returns and lifting her ass into the air fucks her from behind. She is weak. Her resistance is almost unnoticeable.

Still he doesn’t come. Instead, as she is about to pass out once again, he stands over her and masturbates. He waits, edges himself, watching her face, as she breathes hard and fast, trying to take in the last of the oxygen. She fades away. Her eyes are open, but now she stares out at nothing, her face vacant and lifeless. He’s ready to come. He tears open the bag and shoots his spunk over her face. 

The studio is silent again for while, as he lies beside the lifeless body, staring up at the ceiling, recovering his breath.  He gets up. He switches off the cameras. He wraps the body in more black garbage bags, sealing them tight with black tape. Once the body is completely wrapped he carries it out to the back room.  He lowers it down gently into the box. He fits the lid over the top and then fetches nails and a hammer.

He climbs down back into the hole, kneels on the box, and begins to nail down the lid. 

Once the lid is fastened down he starts to mix the concrete.  But just as the concrete is ready to be shovelled into the hole to bury the box, he hears a noise.  He stops. Puts down his shovel. Listens. The noise gets louder, first faint tapping, and then gradually more regular thumping. She’s recovered consciousness again. He hears her starting to beat hard against the lid of the box, boom, boom, boom. The banging becomes faster and more frantic. He looks down. He sees the lid pounding.

He doesn’t know what to do. He watches and soon the lid begins to move.  She’s kicking it open bit by bit.  She’s getting out. Finally the lid swings up. She has managed to tear herself out of the bag.  She shakes off the strands of torn black plastic from her limbs and climbs out of the hole in the floor. She’s out of breath but she looks up and stares at him. Her naked body glistens with sweat. She looks annoyed. Finally she says,

What’s the matter with you?  You’re useless. If you had used screws instead of nails, I wouldn’t have been able to get out.

He blinks and says,

Sorry, but I thought you were dead.

She sighs, and then tells him she needs the toilet.

Sure.  Follow me.

He shows her where the toilet is and wanders back to his office. He sits down and smokes a cigarette. 

After a few minutes he begins to wonder where she is. He gets up and looks around.  He finds her in the storeroom. She’s found a box of screws and a screwdriver in a cupboard. She looks up and sees him standing nervously at the door.  

Shall I show you how it’s done?

For a moment he doesn’t know what she means.  And then it dawns on him.

Sure.

She smiles.

Follow me.

She leads him back to the room at the back of the studio, picking up the pallet wrap, three rolls of tape and a handful of clear plastic bags on the way. She makes him get undressed. She sits him down on a chair and then begins to wrap his feet with the plastic film. She winds the plastic up his legs.  She wraps as tightly as she can. She makes him stand up. She continues to mummify him up to his neck, leaving out his cock, which is now stiff and erect once again. She uses up the entire roll of pallet wrap. He stands rigid, struggling to keep his balance, his arms tightly bound to his sides.  She picks up the thick black tape and starts to wrap it around his ankles, then his knees, thighs, waist and chest.  She lowers him down to the floor beside the hole. She ties a clear plastic bag around his head with tape. She kneels astride him and as he suffocates, she rides his cock, till she is gasping in mindless pleasure.  His smooth, shiny body rocks and twists between her thighs.  She watches his face, his expression a mixture of terror and divine pleasure, as the plastic bag expands and contracts around his face. Gradually his life slips away.  His muscles clench, then his body slowly sags as the plastic bag around his head fills up one final time. Then at last he is still.  She gets up and rolls the parcelled body into the hole. It drops down perfectly into the box.  She goes back into the studio, picks up all the plastic, tape, gags and hand-cuffs, everything that been used in their bizarre game, and drops it all into a big plastic garbage bag.  She takes the bag out to the back room. She throws it into the box beside the wrapped corpse.  She fetches the lid, screws it down, picks up the spade and starts to shovel the wet concrete into the hole till the black box is completely covered. She replaces the floorboards, tidies up, gets dressed and calls her husband.

Hello, it’s me. Change of plan. I’m coming home. I’m leaving for the airport now. When I know what flight I’m on, I’ll call you.

Before leaving she walks around the studio one final time to check that nothing has been left out. She notices the cameras. She takes out the memory cards and slips them into her bag and then packs the cameras away in his office. She goes into the back room one final time.  She straightens out the carpet and leaves.  

Daniel Guy