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collesfracture
06-04-2009, 09:18 AM
I pushed the pram along the edge of the lake. The newly rising sun cast a golden
glow across the water. The waterfowl darted about, energetically looking for
food. I stopped to admire the scene of tranquil beauty that lay before us. I
squatted down, smiling at my six month old baby daughter. She looked at me
sweetly and gurgled contentedly. I shielded my eyes and looked back out across
the still water and sighed.

I checked my watch. Only another hour till I had to report to the officials. I
didn't feel tired, even though I'd been walking all night. Little Jean had slept
most of the time, snug in her heated baby suit.

"Where does the time go, little one?" I said. She giggled and carefully put her
hand out to touch my face, her eyes full of wonder and inquiry. I touched the
back of her hand to my cheek and closed my eyes, savoring the moment. She pulled
away and tried to grab my nose, but I stood up and pushed the pram slowly away
from this place of wonder.

collesfracture
06-04-2009, 09:18 AM
The monorail passed overhead in an eerie silence, the magnetic inverters keeping
the carriages from touching anything as it slid by on a cushion of air. We
watched it till it was out of sight, like a ghost passing by. I wondered how soon
it would be before Jean spoke her first words. I smiled, thinking of her life
ahead. It was spread out before her, her own mystery journey into the future,
toward some unknown destination.

I pushed her along the quiet sidewalks towards my own destiny. We reached the
unimposing building. There were a few people beginning to move about, and some
cars floated by, their automated pilots keeping the traffic flowing freely. I
touched the glass pad at the foot of the stairs and a section of the steps sank
into the floor, making it easier for me to push the pram up into the building.
The steps pushed silently back up into place as we reached the top of the ramp.

collesfracture
06-04-2009, 09:18 AM
The front doors revolved continuously in a slow pedestrian dance, never ending
nor beginning. I pushed the pram into the next opening and ambled around,
matching its stately gyration.

I looked at the display on the wall and put my hand on the angled panel at its
base. The screen flickered for a moment and then welcomed me, provideding a three
dimensional map of where I needed to go.

The elevator rose swiftly to the thirteenth floor, the sultry voice of the
controller announcing our arrival. I stepped out and pushed the pram along the
long corridor to the right. We eventually reached our destination. The door
opened automatically as I approached it.

collesfracture
06-04-2009, 09:18 AM
It was a small theater with a glass booth at one end. A few women were already
seated in the front row. I didn't recognize them, the obligatory witnesses, I
guessed. A woman in a white coat came up to me with a pad in her hand. She held
it out and I put my palm to it. It beeped and verified my identification. She
looked down at my baby and frowned. I reached in and unclipped Jean. She had
fallen asleep again and I hefted her easily to my shoulder.

The woman led me to the booth and pointed out the controls. I nodded in
understanding.

"Would you hold her for me please?" I said. She looked up and grimaced slightly,
but relented and held out her arms. I kissed Jean on her sleeping cheek and
whispered "Be a good girl for mommy," and handed her over.

I sat in the booth and the thick glass door slid into place behind me. I pressed
the button on the armrest of the chair. Two large banks of lenses folded out on
either side of the chamber. A soft voice told me that the random timer had
started to count down and the process would terminate within the next five
minutes.

collesfracture
06-04-2009, 09:18 AM
I looked at the people in the front row. They seemed bored and disinterested. I
looked across at the woman in the white coat holding my baby. Thankfully Jean was
still asleep and resting her head peacefully on the woman's shoulder, her little
legs dangling out from under the woman's crooked arm.

Five minutes or less to go. I thought back to the magistrate. She had peered at
me over the top of her glasses. Too old-fashioned to have had her eyes corrected
surgically, I guessed.

"So, you admit you caused Kate Fellows' death?" she asked. I nodded; there was no
other answer I could give. I'd only just returned to work full time, after having
Jean, and I was still not fully back into the swing of working nine to five
again. My boss had been sympathetic and she'd let me go home early that day.

collesfracture
06-04-2009, 09:18 AM
The bedroom door was slightly open and I could hear voices and moans coming from
within. I looked round the door in apprehension at what I might see. My partner,
Trudy, was sliding a large silver dildo into a woman I'd never seen before. I
later found out her name was Kate. Trudy stopped her thrusting and turned to look
at me, putting her hand up to her mouth in surprise.

"Oooh don't stop baby, don't stop, I'm almost there," the other woman said,
breathlessly. When nothing happened, she opened her eyes and our gazes met. "Oh,"
she said.

"Oh," that was what she said. Funny the things you remember. I picked up the
small statue of the Venus de Milo that we kept on the dressing table to hang our
necklaces on, and threw it the woman. It hit her on the side of the head. She
shrieked and collapsed. I stood stunned at what I'd done in a moment of anger.
She sat up rubbing her head, groaning.

collesfracture
06-04-2009, 09:19 AM
"I think you'd better leave," Trudy said. We looked at each other, dreadfully
aware at what this would probably mean.

"What about the baby?" I said.

"Take her, she's yours. You were the one who wanted her anyway. The two of us
wasn't ever enough for you, was it?" I turned and fled, her accusing tone ringing
in my ears. I went straight to the nursery and collected Jean, the one
cornerstone left in my collapsing world.

It was two days later that the court had summoned me to appear. It seemed Kate
had died in her sleep that night. An unlucky break for both of us. The magistrate
had been considerate, but her hands were tied. There was nowhere to run, nowhere
to escape justice. I accepted the court's decision. I'd been given a month to get
my affairs in order before I had to report to have my sentence carried out.

collesfracture
06-04-2009, 09:19 AM
I hoped the state orphanage would see Jean right. The panels started to vibrate.
There was a blinding flash. Darkness was within.


I checked my appearance in the elevator mirror one last time. I tugged at my
short skirt, but the leather didn't really give any, my stocking-tops stayed
resolutely uncovered. I licked my lips and fluffed my hair, and gave myself a
quick squirt of breath freshener then dropped it back in my small, shiny black
purse. I got out on the fourth floor and wandered the corridor looking for the
right room.

I stood outside room 409, waiting... for what? I didn't really know. I was always
nervous at this point, no matter how often I did it. I knocked and waited. The
door opened a crack and half a face appeared around the edge.

"Hi," I said, putting on my best 'gosh it's good to see you' smile. The door
opened some more and the whole face came into view. Not too bad, so far.

collesfracture
06-04-2009, 09:19 AM
"You my... date?"

"If you're looking for a good time, then yes, I guess I am." I took a step toward
the door and he opened it to let me in. It was a typical hotel room, not too
expensive, not too cheap.

"Wanna drink?" he said.

"Sure, a mineral water would be nice." He snorted, but made no further comment.
He poured himself a stiff whiskey and gulped it down in two big gulps. My heart
sank, the last thing I needed was for him to get drunk.

"How would you like it?" I asked. He looked me up and down, then motioned for me
to turn round. I put my purse down on the bed and did a slow spiral, holding my
hands out like a ballet dancer. As I turned to face him again he nodded, but
didn't say anything. I stood waiting for instructions, not quite sure what to do
next. We just stared at each other, for what seemed like a long time, but was
probably only a few moments.

collesfracture
06-04-2009, 09:19 AM
"Here," he said, holding out a small bottle of Perrier. I took it from him and
twisted off the cap. It tasted cool and refreshing as I tipped the bottle back.

"Stay like that, don't move," he said. I looked sideways at him mid- gulp and
pushed my tongue into the bottle to prevent any more from coming out. He picked
up an expensive-looking camera and held it up to his face. There was some rapid
firing and winding as he took several shots. He advanced and took some close-ups,
circling me as he snapped. I tried to follow him, but he brusquely told me not to
move. I lost him from my periphery as he went behind me.

"Now, don't you move a muscle, sweetie," he said. I felt his hands on the zipper
at the back of my skirt. He loosened it and tugged it down over my hips. It was a
very tight skirt and he only got it as far as my hips before he stopped pulling.

collesfracture
06-04-2009, 09:19 AM
"Keep your legs parted enough to hold it up," he ordered. He took my free left
hand and directed it down to the front of my panties. I felt him pull the
waistband away from my belly and guide my hand down the front of them. He stood
back and considered my pose. Apparently liking what he saw, he picked up the
camera again and took some more pictures.

"I want you to let some water out of the bottle, but don't swallow" he said. I
pulled my tongue out of the bottleneck, and my mouth quickly filled and began to
overflow. The water felt cold as it splashed onto the thin material of my blouse.
He kept shooting.

Eventually the bottle was empty and my breasts were soaked. I could feel the
water all the way down to my feet. I didn't think the hotel was going to be too
pleased with a big wet patch in the middle of their room. But that wasn't my
problem.

collesfracture
06-04-2009, 09:19 AM
I pulled the bottle away and took my hand out of my panties. Tilting my head back
for that long was getting painful.

"Can we do something else?" I asked, in what I hoped was my most seductive voice.
I'd had enough of his silly games and just wanted to get on with the main event.
He put down the camera and sat down in the armchair in the corner of the room. He
curled his index finger and motioned me to come closer. I moved away from the
damp patch and pushed my skirt to the floor and stepped out of it. I started to
put the bottle down, but he told me to keep hold of it. I wondered about that for
a moment, but hell, he was the one calling the shots. I stood in front of him,
thrusting my hips forward provocatively, my pussy now level with his face.

"Rub yourself with the bottle."

I hesitated, but then shrugged mentally and spread my legs enough to rub the
bottle across my crotch. My panties were already see-though from the water that
had run over them.

collesfracture
06-04-2009, 09:20 AM
It did feel kinda nasty, standing there rubbing myself with the smooth bottle
though my wet panties. He just sat and watched. I closed my eyes and started to
groan and grind my hips in a steady rhythm.

"Forget the acting," he growled. I abruptly stopped the thrusting and opened my
eyes to look at him, slightly shocked. The bastard wasn't going to let me hide
behind a performance.

"Keep rubbing," he said. I started to rub again, but maintaining eye contact this
time. I could feel myself starting to blush, like a stupid teenager. He grinned
unpleasantly at my discomfort.

He reached up to me and grasped the edge of my panties. In one violent tug he
ripped them from my body, forcing me to stagger slightly. I stood there not sure
what to do. Did he want to rub myself with the bottle directly now, on my exposed
pussy?

collesfracture
06-04-2009, 09:20 AM
"Get on the bed, on your hands and knees," he ordered. I turned and climbed onto
the bed, wondering what he had in mind.

"I hope you're wet, honey, because we both know where that bottle's going." I
looked at the bottle in my hand with dismay. It didn't seem that big, but I was
apprehensive never the less.

"I... I don't think it'll fit," I said, blushing again.

"Oh, a big girl like you? I'm sure it will. Now are you gonna do it, or do you
want me to do it for you?"

"Wait... I brought something to help," I said. I grabbed my purse and pulled out
a tube of KY gel and squeezed a large blob into my hand. I smeared the entire
Perrier bottle's sides and base with the gel, and then reached back between my
legs and slathered my lips. I wiped my hand on the bedsheet so that I could grip
the neck of the bottle. I closed my eyes and willed my pussy to relax as I slowly
began to push it between my legs.

collesfracture
06-04-2009, 09:20 AM
I took a quick look over my shoulder to see him staring intently as I filled my
intimate place with the foreign object. I grunted and groaned, this time for
real, as I pushed it steadily into me. I wriggled my hips trying to get myself
more open to accept it. Just as I thought it would never go in, I felt something
slide deep inside me and the bottle suddenly pushed all the way home. I carefully
felt about my crotch. My lips had closed back around the neck, which now jutted
out proudly an inch or so.

I'd never felt so full. It was an odd feeling, not like a dick or a vibrator at
all.

"Ok, now the real show can begin. Hand me that gel," he said. I handed the KY
back to him without looking around. I didn't feel like twisting about too much. I
just rested on my elbows and concentrated on keeping my back arched and my ass in
the air, trying desperately to relax the muscles I knew were going to be
stretched next.

collesfracture
06-04-2009, 09:20 AM
The first touch of the cold gel on my anus made me clench my pelvic floor muscles
instinctively. I groaned out loud as I squeezed down involuntarily on the bottle.
I panted rapidly and willed my body to relax again.

He pushed a slippery finger into my ass and began to slide it in and out. I heard
him unzip and drop his pants. The next thing I felt was something much bigger
than his finger pushing at my asshole.

"Push back, honey. Push yourself onto me. I wanna feel that bottle rubbing on my
dick." I slowly did as he asked. The KY did its job and I felt his engorged dick
head enter my ass. The bottle began to feel even bigger as both my holes became
filled. I dropped my face to the bed and began to groan louder and louder as he
drove in all the way to the hilt.

"Ok, honey, now your job is to rub that clit of yours. I want to feel you tighten
around my dick as you come. When you've done that, I'll start to fuck you. Now
rub, honey, rub that clit!"

collesfracture
06-04-2009, 09:20 AM
I gripped the bedclothes into a mound under my face and bit down on it. I pushed
my hand back between my legs and began to rub my clit. It felt so swollen and
sensitive I could barely touch it without bucking. I flicked it a few times and
grunted into my impromptu gag. It only took about a dozen quick rubs till the
first orgasm hit me like an armored truck. I shrieked and jumped in convulsions
of pleasure that felt like they'd been ripped from me.

I momentarily blanked and would have sagged to the bed had I not been still
impaled on him. I squeezed my eyes shut so tight that even the tears I felt
forming couldn't escape. I lay there panting and feeling light headed.

Then he started to thrust.

I felt the bottle again, and sensation began to flood back into me. I bit down on
the bedclothes again and just rode the storm. He fucked me a good ten minutes. By
the time he came in my ass I was past screaming, I could barely keep my eyes
open, they were flickering open and shut like demented butterflies. I lost count
of the number of orgasms I had.

collesfracture
06-04-2009, 09:21 AM
He stopped thrusting and growled a deep rumbling groan as he emptied his seed
into my bowels. We collapsed to the bed, both stunned by the intensity of the
experience. We lay huddled together for ages, not speaking, just lost in our
closeness.

"Fuck me, that was something else," he said, eventually.

"Not bad," I said, sleepily. We lay silently for another five minutes. At last
his prick slipped from my ass with a plop, and a small fart from me. We both
giggled.

"So, sweet-thing, what the hell are we going to do for your birthday treat?"

"I'll think of something," I said. "Now, would you mind getting that damn bottle
out of me!"

The End

collesfracture
06-04-2009, 09:21 AM
Cheers to all from Collesfracture..