LUCKY FIND

    She showed in my headlights as I drove down the road on the way to my place. My frist thought was Barbi had come to life. She was tall {six feet or over] and her blonde hair hung down well past her shapely butt. The figure I could see from behind hinted at something better that the standard 36-24-36 that we all lust after and the profile as I drove by seemed to comfirm my assestment. We were way out in the boonies and as it was dark I did the gentlemanlly thing and turned around to see if she needed help. The view from the front was as lush as the one from the rear and even before I was close enough to stop and enquire if she needed help my dick was standing up and shouting for attention. However when she was close enough to talk to I could see nature had played a cruel trick on her. That centerfold body was under a face that could best be described as homely and that yeech wouldn't be too far out of line. Still that body was about as good as they ever get and her face c ould be ignored most of the time. As we talked I realised that she wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer and did not have any clue about what could happen to a lone slut wandering around here in the dark. She had walked away from her cousins car after he insisted she at least give him a hand job in return for the ride home. She was a good girl and was saving herself and was willing to walk the rest of the way home even if it was almost two hundred miles. He had turned around and headed back and she hadn't seen anything more of him. She had been walking for hours and was hungry and tired and her feet were killing her and when I offered to take her to my place for a snack and a rest she still hesitated untill I promised that all I wanted to do was to help out a pretty girl in trouble. Soon she was sitting next to me and chattering about everything. I found out that there was nobody at home that would miss her for days or maybe even weeks and that the horney cousin was not so meone who she even knew that well for some other family member had pressured him into making the drive and he was very happy to have dumped her and most likely would lie and say he had dropped her off at home. She had been to a funeral and was dressed up in what must have been her finest outfit. A satin blouse once white but now slightly gray and  too small to cover those large boobs gapped at the buttons and gave me flashes of a tight black bra. Her skirt showed most of her long thighs and failed to cover the tops of her stockings. As she moved in the seat I could see the clasps of a garder belt and wondered if she was the last female under fifty to wear one. My foot pushed down on the gas and soon we were at my woods cabin. I told her to sit tight untill the lights came on and went to the shed to fire up the genset. By the time I got my few things from the car trunk she had gotten the high heels back on her feet and I enjoyed the tick tock of her ass as she walked to the d oor. Once inside I played the gentleman and offered her the first use of the potty knowing that the video system had ample time to warm up and that everything would be recorded for me to enjoy later. I offered her a shower when she came out and after using the pot myself showed her where the towels and supplies were and after I heard the water running  prepared for the fun and games to follow. I didn't offer her a robe because I wanted the pleasure of removing those sexy things myself. The only thing left was to decide how to make my move- did I want to take the time to talk her out of her clothes or should I just use force? I enjoy either. I had no intention of allowing her to leave here alive but the thought of her willingly giving herself to me was very nice and if she balked I could always use force later. It was for sure that I would somehow have that body to do with as I pleased and that I would also watch her die. Everything else was just details and could be worked o ut later. There was a light supper of soup and sandwiches on the table when she came out. God that body was beautiful and in the light I could see the black bra through the blouse and as she moved the stocking tops popped in and out of view. She smiled at the food and her face improved as it lit up with the simple pleasures I had offered. I decided to try the nice way first. Her mouth never stopped talking as we sat side by side at the small table and she didn't seem to notice when our legs pressed against one others. After the food I offered her a drink, beer or something else, and she at first started to say no but relented and allowed me to choose. I had some premixed fruit juice and rum drinks that went down real easy but packed a punch and looked just like juice. She got one and mine was half juice but she never noticed. The cabin was not furnished for company so the only other place to sit was on a love seat across the room. As the small chairs for the table were not t hat wonderful we took our drinks to the love seat and sat down. At first she was kind of stiff as we sat with our hips and thighs touching but soon she relaxed and talked and talked. The booze was lowering her defences and soon I had my arm across her shoulders and was rubbing her arm and playing with her hair. As she closed her eyes and put her head back I started to slowly move my leg against her's and she allowed me to continue. She didn't ask for a third glass of rum and I didn't offer. If she was not drunk enought to fuck willingly I didn't want her too drunk to feel the terror and fear when I took her by force. We kissed and she seemed to respond and as she was willing to kiss some more I got bolder and started to rub her thigh with my hand. Things continued in the classic baseball order of first base and second base and so on and I was able to slip her out of her blouse without any trouble. Her eyes remained closed as my hands wandered over her upper body and there wa  only a slight tightening of her back when I unhooked her bra and allowed those wonderful tits to spill out. There were red marks from the wires and seams that had compressed those boobs into the too small cups but the effect was that of whip marks and I was breathless at their beauty. So far she had let me have my way but had taken no active part beyond returning my kisses. I lowered my lips to her breast and gently kissed the small dark pink nipple and for the first time she responded with a soft quick intake of air. As I traced a line of kisses around the nipple she turned toward me to allow easier access and I teased the other tit with my fingers. Her breathing became faster as her body responded. I nursed at the breasts of my dreams as my hand returned to her leg and wandered up her thigh toward my goal. Her fine skin was smooth and soft but covered strong firm muscles as she opened her legs to permit my wandering hand to work it's way toward her pussy. My sucking and r ubbing were producing soft moans and I was sure that she would be mine without any use of force tonight and I was looking foward to seeing her spread naked on my king sized bed before too much longer. Things went to hell though when I touched her sheer panties. It was like I had hit a trip wire. All softness was gone and she pulled away as far as she could and tried to slap me. Her other hand pulled mine away from her crotch and she started to scream and curse and threaten to kill me. I backed off and tried to salvage things by blaming the booze and saying I was sorry but she was having none of it and called me a dirty old man and worse and still tried to beat me. I figured no more mister nice guy and reached beween the pillows and grabbed the stun gun I had stashed there and zapped her in the first place I could reach. When she went sort of limp from the shock I jammed my hand beween her legs and gave her one on the cunt. That always stops them cold. 
    While she was shaking fron the twin hits I grabbed her by the hair and forced her into the bedroom. Her renewed efforts were stopped short by a third hit beween her shoulder blades and I soon had her tied safely and stood back to admire the view. I had looked foward to having her spread on my bed but now she was on a special table I used for times like this. It was short enough that her head hung off one end and her ass hung over the other. The head end was lower so either end of her body was  the right distance off the floor for stand up fucking. Belts across her hips and around her upper arms held her in place while ropes from the ceiling held her legs up and spread to the sides. Every part of her body that I was interested in was there waiting for my pleasure. Her voice had returned and rather than curse me she tried to make nice. My only answer was to strap her head back to the end of the fuck stand and use a mouth spreader to prevent her from biting. My stiff cock ve ry nicely stopped her jabbering and I forced her to deep throat me. Beween her gagging and struggling for air her inexperence was not too big a problem and my overheated dick soon bathed her teeth with cum. I had left her clothes on and she was a vision of Barbi come to life and waiting for my pleasure. Her blouse was open with the sexy black bra was pushed up to uncover those large firm tits and her smooth flat belly exposed to her waist. Her nylon covered legs seemed to reach to the sky in some form of surrender and the short shirt was also bunched up exposing almost the whole of her black lace panties. The white garder belt would nicely frame her sex after the panties were removed or had the crotch cut out. With her face hidden she was easily the most beautiful girl/woman I had ever had and I was in no hurry but wanted to enjoy her for as long as I could. I already knew how I would murder her but that was still some time away. She was trying to beg or something so I went  around to her head and slapped her quiet . " Look you stupid cunt, if you had just let things go by now we would have been over on the nice bed and having fun. I was looking foward to eating you and making love untill we couldn't stay awake and then spending tomorrow doing more of the same. But nooo you had to play the offended virgin so see where you ended up. I'm still going to have you but I don't think you'll enjoy it nearly as much. The only thing you have going for you is I don't think you know where you are so just maybe I can let you live if you can avoid pissing me off. If I have to kill you that's fine with me and you won't be the first. I just hate having to dig a hole so do try to behave yourself." I was lying through my teeth but if you give them any hope at all it's so much easier to handle them. Besides this way I can suprise her. I stayed where she could see me as I removed the rest of my clothes and dug a wicked little lockback knife out of my pocket. I open ed the blade and with just a featherlight touch the razor sharp blade traced a red line across her throat. At the feel of her skin parting under the caress of the steel she froze and held her breath. "Not yet my love but maybe later, I almost hope you give me a reason but now is not your time to die." The fine fabric of her panties parted under the blade and I was looking at her most private parts and I heard her sobbing. Her cunt was little more than a slit in her flesh- more of a knife wound than a sex organ and had just a hint of swelling to show the location of the inner lips. The pubic hair was so pale she looked bald and it was the softest I had ever felt on anyone over twelve. The asshole was the rosebud often heard about but seldom seen and I almost used it right then. If I had ordered the prefect woman's body she would be it and she was mine to use and destroy. She chringed as my hands explored the area she had tried to protect earlier and her sobbing became a beggi ng no no no . I opened her flower as I and traced the opening I could smell the mixture of woman scent and fear stink. Even with the fear she smelled of clean woman and it was a very heady perfume. My nose was drawn closer untill she could feel my breath on her and the NOs came thick and fast but they were just noise as I inhaled. My lips touched hers and then I was eating her like a starving man. The taste of her was even better than her smell and I fell to my knees to better enjoy the meal. My chin dripped with the overflow of my saliva and her juices for she was responding in spite of herself. As I held her open with my fingers my thumbs dropped down and began to work her assring. The extra juices had run down and with no problem I soon had both of them inserted. Her mouth kept saying stop and no but her cunt was liking it. I don't know how long I feasted on her crotch but my knees were killing my almost as much as my cock. I was as hard and horny as I had ever been and t here was no denying the demands of my pole. I stopped and stood and I saw her relax for a bit untill she felt me entering her virgin pussy. She bucked and screamed but there would be only one outcome and after a few short strokes I rammed past the thin tissue guarding her and was fully buried in her. I was too hot to last long but it was still a wonderfull time and I forced myself as deep in her as I could to spray my load. I stood buried deeply in her until the throbbing stopped and I slipped out. Wanting her to fully share I scooped a handfull of cum, virgin blood , and pussy juice and wiped it off on her mouth so it ran in and she was forced to taste it. After all a girl only loses her cherry once and she should enjoy it to the max. I took a break and offered her a chance to pick up where we had left off earlier and move to the comfort of the bed but all she could do was bitch about how I had ruined her. Oh well I tried and maybe she would come around later but in the mea ntime I would enjoy her to the max myself. I washed both her and myself and had a beer while I waited for my dick to recover. I'm not eighteen any more but I knew this one would inspire me to new levels of passion and at least for a while I would perform like a teenager, hot, horny, and always ready. I debated as to what to do next, there was that cute impossibly tight assbud waiting for my cock but the idea of titfucking those luscious breasts held a lot of appeal also. End the end I fiqured that it was worth one more try to release the passion that I was certain was deeply hidden in her. In the attempt She was moved to the bed but was still secured by the rpoes on the corners. The ties were as loose and comfortable as I dared and I had allowed her to piss and walk the stiffness off under the threat of the stun gun. She had accepted another glass of rum punch and seemed to be relaxing a bit. She even thanked my for my kindnesses and asked once again for my promise not to ki ll her unless it was really needed. Of course I reasured her as to my wish to allow her to live and and my interest in only having fun and my hope that she would join in willingly. It was all sooo sweet and the way she sucked up the bullshit only made her a easier toy to handle. Ot the bed she willingly lifted her ass to allow the pillow to slid under it and she even spread her legs a bit more as I fit her with my special vibrator and rubbed in a warming lube. The lube was sort of a mild version of linament that made the skin feel warm and I have found it to increase one's sexual interest. It could be used both on the skin and internaly without causing discomfort so was the ideal thing encourage cold pussies to warm up. My special toy was a vibrator that sort of spread open as it was inserted so one half would ride on the clitty and the other half went inside and bent up to connect with the G-spot. My girl friends all say it is the most intense thing they ever have used and  it will bring a willing user to a very loud and long orgasm in record time. Unwilling users still find it very hard to ignore and will often respond in a fairly short time and when used with the warming lube was often the way to turn a cold scared toy into a willing one. I also have a small tens unit- one of those electric units that sent pulses of current to relax pulled muscles- that I find some girls really like on their tits so she got a patch on each nipple as well as a rub with the lube on the rest of each wonderful breast. We started with low power and as I waited for her response I continued to massage her body. By now I was as hard as a sixteen year old sucking his first tit and it was hard to wait. Power tools do have their place and can save much work and time and it looked like she was well on her way but she just seemed to get stuck somewhere beween relaxed and ready. Each time my fingers approached her cunt she would tense up and try to draw away. Finally I gav e up and slathering on a lot of lube I climbed on top of her and squeezed her large boobs around my no longer to be denied prick and tit fucked her. I think she responded but by then I didn't give a shit, I was done wasting time and effort on this mental virgin and from now on it was just for me. The hell with trying to get her to forget saving herself and the hell with mister nice guy and after a good nights sleep the hell with fooling her about being allowed to survive meeting me. My climax sprayed her face and just to be mean and to try something new I cranked the tens power up. I had been feeling it as I screwed her boobs but now as I lay softening beween them I wanted to see how much I could stand and how much it would hurt her. After all I was getting the leftovers while she got the whole shot. By the time it got too much for my comfort she was crying and begging me to turn it off. The combination of her cries and the jolts was making me hard again so I dialed it back  a bit and went for seconds. After my somewhat reduced load blew over her I changed things around before I put her to bed for the night. She went back to the rape table and one lead of the tens unit was hooked to the vibrator with the contacts designed in for that purpose and the other was hooked to a metal butt plug. A ball gag and a rub of very hot lube on the tits completed her bedtime prep. and I went to bed to the muffled sounds of her discomfort. 
    I allowed her the freedom of walking to the bathroom but stood and watched as she voided herself and showered. Me watching was almost as painful for her as anything else I had done and when she noticed my dick growing hard as I watched her fear at what I would do next was painfully clear. She was punchy from lack of sleep as we ate and tearfully asked me why I was hurting her. " Real simple you dumb cunt, I hurt you because I can and because I enjoy hurting you. It turns me on to see you suffer and to hear you cry and scream in pain and I think rape is about the second most enjoyable thing to do to a stupid bitch like you." I could see her second class brain work through my words and remember the night before and some of what was said. As she put two and two together and of course she came up with five. " Is that way you want me to get hot and help you instead of just letting you do as you will?" she asked. I just shook my head at this display of mental power and figured  it was as a good time as any to end the mind games. " While I do enjoy a willing slave and the thought of you really helping is a very nice one that is not number one, not even close. The best thing to do with a lovely cunt like you is to kill them, slow and painfull is best , but any death is quite good and I expect to enjoy your's a whole lot." There, I'd hit her right beween the eyes with it. This time she got to four the first time but she suprised me with her reaction. " So if you are going to kill me no matter what I do there's no reason for me to worry about what I do, is there? Is there anything that can be changed at all or am I just going to suffer and die for your pleasure?" Not what I had expected and I thought about her unvoiced offer. "Do you have something in mind to change or was that just a plea for mercy. I'm alway open to ideas and willing to change my plans if a better chance come along. Talk to me." Her brain was working on overload and it took her a few  false starts before she got the words right. " I want to , I mean can we , why do you, what do you want, no, I [ deep breath] would become your slave and I would try to give you pleasure if only you would let me live but you won't spare me so what will you give me in return for my trying to forget my desire to be a good girl and and doing my best to become your willing and responsive slave? Do you have to toture me and make my dying slow and painful as you say you enjoy or can we go back to last night when you wanted to love me and when it is time to die can it be quickly done?" Wonder where that came from, maybe she's not as dumb as I thought, a reasonable idea that would allow me to enjoy her longer and in more ways and I still could change the rules any time.
"OK tell you what, we'll try it for a while and if it works out you will be allowed to keep breathing longer than I had planned. I've no set time to return and there may be quite a bit of extra life for you to earn. Your idea about being killed quickly can be worked on but I'll have to think about it first. To start go put your nylons and belt back on and bring me your bra while I think. Oh and your shoes too."
   I cut the ends out of the bra cups and the result was all I hoped for , her oversized tits were forced through the too small openings and stood stiffly out from her chest. She was unbelivablely firm anyway but now there was no droop at all and as she moved the bounce and sway was something I could watch for hours. I spent a long time watching as she just walked around and did simple exercises to entertain me. I mean those tits combined with her long stocking covered legs and the belt framing her pussy and rolling ass was a sight worth spending time on. I reviewed the rules which were simple, do everything you are asked asap unless there is something you don't understand then ask, do not try to run or fight- you would not like the results and it won't work anyway, you may ask once for something but then shut up, the only things I want to hear out of you are short questions or screams and moans of either pleasure or pain, if I waste the time trying to make you feel good you  had damn well try to enjoy it and let me know how good it feels, what I want is the most important thing in your life- if I want you to cut off a finger the only response allowed in yes and which one, what you want means nothing and will be given only if I somehow think it is good for me or will help you please me better, your life is mine and I will end it when where and how it pleases me- however our deal does allow you to ask for a easy death but granting it will depend on how well you have pleased me. What had started out as a simple chance grab and kill was turning into something else and I soon got my wish of seeing her spread willingly on my bed waiting for me.
    We spent the rest of the day outside and I tested the limits of her willingness to please and her body's responses to our play. We sixty nined and screwed in the grass and there was a noticeable improvement in her enjoyment and in her pleasure at my efforts to fire up the passion I was certain she had. I had not come all day and at dinner I put down my fork and ordered her to go and return with both the warming lotion and a vibrator dildo. With only a glance at her food [ which was her first since breakfast] she ran to comply. "Rub a lot on and in both your asshole and pussy then turn on the vibrator and hold it beween your legs so it touches both holes and leave it there while you eat." We finished the meal to the muted buzz of the dildo and I enjoyed watching as she twitched and squirmed from the heat and vibrations acting on her tender parts. When I felt her crotch she was wetter than just the lotion would account for and as I rubbed her clit she responded with little  mews of pleasure. I sat her on my lap with my hardon running up in front of her slit and had her rub it with more warming lube. There was no doupt about it she was getting hot and as I played with her tits her breathing changed to pants and she was moaning as she used my cock to rub her clitty. I nibbled her neck and ear and lotioned her breasts. Her moans changed to crys of passion and then to screams as her body was finally freed from the chains of her mind and went wild. The mirror facing us showed her as for the first time in her life she was consumed by the passions that had lay hidden in her and it was very hard for me not to slip my dick in her and just fuck the hell out of her but I had other plans. With a long wail that brought tears to her eyes she underwent her first real orgasm and collasped against me. I had to hold her from falling to the floor as she almost fainted from the pleasure and for several minutes we sat while she recovered. She turned to kiss me in t hanks and noticed my rock hardon and facing me without a word reached down and slid it inside her and slowly begain to rock on it. Her hug forced her steel nipples into my chest and soon she was off for another wild ride. I don't know how I was able to ride out her now forgotten attempt at pleasing me but I was somehow holding on when her second climax was followed by a third and fourth and she finally sagged against me in a faint. Our legs were wet from her pussy juice and there was a puddle under me on the chair and when she recovered she gasped to find I was still buried in her and was still very hard. Her eyes were worried as she asked if she had done  something wrong and was only too willing to turn around and sit down when I asked. My fingers playing with her cunny were welcomed now and when they drifted lower she asked if it was true that a woman could take a man there. " Yes they can and most men love it. It will hurt at first but with practice many women come to enj oy it as well. You just have to take your time and it is better if the girl does all the work for the first few times." She wiggled against my dick as it lay up the back of her ass crack and asked if I would like for her to try to take me there. I was thrilled and thankful that one thing or another had kept me from using her back door and with my consent she raised up and started the process of easing my dick into the tight ring. With my advice to push down like she was trying to shit I could feel her slowly sink down as I eased in. It took a while and it was clear she was not enjoying it but she continued to take me and soon I was buried to the hilt and could feel the ring of muscle arount the base of my cock. I enjoyed the view as we sat quietly and she relaxed to the fact that there was a large very hard prick stuck in her asshole. I could feel her body lean back and soon she began to try different movements. Some brought little sounds of discomfort while others seemed to  please her but gradualy the ones that caused pain begain to cease that and her wimpers changed to moans of pleasure. Her movements became bolder and faster and I joined in by fingering her slit and tweaking her swollen nipples. When my finger brushed her clit she threw all caution to the winds and begain to fuck me. My gentle touches became harder and faster as her ass pounded into my lap, it was too hot a fire to burn long but my god what a ride. Our voices joined in a duet of unnoticed screams, cries, and even curses as our worlds shrank to the place where we were joined and where we were trying to kill each other with raw sex. She screamed as if I was gutting her as my sperm shot into and impacted the lining of her bowels and each pumping motion of my cock as it dumped the rest of it's load sent her into fresh shudders and crys. Our strength was not enought to keep us in the chair and we slid to the floor but somehow we still stayed togeather and we lay untill my dick sh runk and slipped out. She spent minutes thanking me and repeating oh god over and over before she crawled to my crotch and licked, sucked, and kissed my cock in homage. 
    That night we slept together after we made love. She was cuffed to the bed by one wrist and one ankle but we still shared the bed. 
Things had changed from that night on and I introduced her to the dungon I had hidden under the shed. Everything in there was ment to cause pain and agony and I used all of the devices to hurt her. Even though she was covered in welts and bruises she still willingly climbed onto whatever device I chose to toture her with. There were times when just moving caused her to cry out in pain and the sting of the soap as she washed away the blood caused her song in the shower to be mews of pain. Still she was always ready to respond to my needs and gave herself joyfully whenever I asked. Often the cries and screams of pain would hardly stop before she would express her need get off. I often refused to allow her to relieve her need and instead would allow it to grow untill she found it necessary to ty to sneek a little relief when she thought I was not looking. I usually caught her and was forced to punish her for her crimes and it soon became a game beween us. We slept together most  nights and she would remind me to secure her ankle or wrist before sleeping. It became her habit to sleep with my dick in her mouth and this often led to middle of the night quickies which may have been her plan all along. The last test came one day as we were in the yard. I had slipped and fallen during one of our games and she had taken the opening to break for the woods. Her long legs gave her a speed even lamed and sore as she was I couldn't match but unlike her I knew the devices in the woods would stop her break for freedom. Just before she reached the false safety of th woods she slowed and stopped. Without looking back she turned and walked back to me. Dropping to her knees she looked into my eyes. " I cannot run away from you even when you don't chase me. You own me body and soul and I am yours to do with as you wish. There is no life without you and I owe you my death yet although I hope you will allow me to serve you for a little while longer. I am your slave for  life and beyond." Once again she had suprised me with much deeper thoughts than I thought she had in her. I looked at her and realised that her enslavement was complete and that somehow I had made her a slave and freed her at the same time. Her whole life was only the need to serve me and to recieve the pain that I wished to visit on her while at the same time she was free of the thoughts that locked her up with chains on her mind and had not allowed her to enjoy the birthright of her sexuaity. And through some magic I did not understand both had joined to produce the most prefect slave any master could ever dream of owning. She used that lovely body in any way possable to please me and didn't count the cost in pain to herself, indeed she embraced the pain and used it to fuel her pleasure when I allowed her to finally have any. 
    Her statement about her owing me a death was only too true and it would be soon for we were running out of supplys and fuel. The time when I must leave was coming closer and thus so was her last day. I eased off on the hard games an allowed her to heal while we enjoyed less strenous games and I didn't thing she noticed but one day she thanked me for our time together and asked if I had decided how she would end her life for she knew our time was at an end. I had decided how I wanted to see her die and it was to use her long blonde hair as the tool for her demise. I told her that she was right and tomorrow was to be her last day on earth and was there anything special she wanted. "Only to feel you inside of me as much as I can untill then and to die with your seed freshly planted in me and your kiss still warm on my lips." She was still a simple soul but we spent the rest of the day and the night loving and sharing. We slept late and shared a shower that morning before goi ng out enjoy the fine day that would be her last. During one of the breaks in our loving I braided her hair into two pony tails and tied them with ribbons and she delighted in being made pretty. As the sun dropped lower l led her under a tree and we loved one last time. The long blonde braids became a noose and just before I lifted her from the ground we kissed long and deep and then the hook raised her up and her life became a useless hopeless fight for just one last breath. Some of her weight was on the roots of her hair so it took her a long time to die. Her long lovely legs in their stockings kicked and danced as she hoped that somehow it would help her find even a tiny bit of air. Then she ran and her legs sissored as she tried to outrun her doom but it was part of her and she could not escape. Her mouth opened and she drooled as her eyes found mine and she tried to say goodbye but there was no longer any way for her to use words nor was there any need for them. All tha t was left was to die and her struggles grew weaker and slower as the noose of soft blonde hair denied her that most nessary thing for life. Simple air and the luxury of being able to inhale it. Now her long lovely legs could only twitch in response to her crying need to fight for her life and the hopeless heaving of her wonderful breasts slowed to just small wiggles in the flesh. A few drops of yellow urine soon became a rush as her bladder emptied and  lines of brown fluid flowed sluggishly down the insides of her thighs. One or two small weak shudders passed through her limp body and she was still forever.