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This piece of fiction is a songfic involving gunplay.
For those who don't know what a songfic is, here is a definition to read before you read this piece of fiction.
The song is Russian Roulette by Rihanna. The lyrics are in bold. The story isn't.
Reviews are welcomed. Russian Roulette
Take a breath, take it deep
She breathes. Slowly. Deeply. The mere fact that air is passing through her lips and into her lungs proves that she is living, that she is alive. Alive. Living, breathing, heart pumping, brain thinking; living.
Calm yourself, he says to me
The rhythm is slow, deep and calm. His voice in her ear works on her like a stain remover clearing away the crimson liquid spilled onto a pristine white rug; it cleanses her and makes her pure. She is a calm vessel. His calm vessel. His.
If you play, you play for keeps
For a short time, she had been playing with this man. It was a challenge and a reward being with him. He had started to guide her, push her, nurture her, control her. Since the first time they had played with one another, a bond was sealed. Their dynamic had grown in their time together and despite the length of their relationship, she felt safe and secure since the day they met.
Take a gun, and count to three
Tied to a chair in the centre of the room, naked, she was displayed before him. Her arms tied behind the chair, chest thrust out towards him, her erect nipples begging for attention. Her legs tied to those of the chair, spreading her vulnerability open for him to see. He could smell her arousal and see the slickness between her lips.
"Count to three." He said as he opened the box that she has been curious about ever since he brought it to her home the week before.
"One." She obediently began to count. He unlocked the box.
"Two." The lid swung open and his hand dove inside.
"Three."
He brought his hand out, his long fingers twisting around the grip of a pistol.
I'm sweating now, moving slow
Immediately, her body tenses. She trust this man. He wouldn't harm her. Hurt her? Yes. Harm her? No. Surely?
Doubt clouds her mind as adrenaline courses through her veins. Her pupils dilate; fear widening her eyes before him. A rush of oxygen fills her brain as her breathing rate increases. She's no longer calm. She's scared.
He slowly moves towards her, step by step. She watches him like prey eyeing up their predator, prepared to run. Her body is kicking into the Fight or Flight response. She can't do either.
She's a victim; vulnerable, unprotected, liable to die.
Her body is restrained. She can not run. She can not fight back.
Her play partner smiles as he brings the barrel of the gun to her lips.
No time to think, my turn to go
'Oh god, he's going to kill me.'
The phrase fills her body. Terror grips her like ice in her veins. She can barely think and yet it feels like a thousand thoughts and memories are racing through her brain.
'I'm going to die. My time has come.'
The cold metal against her lips makes goosepimples appear over her flesh. She pulls against the rope securing her limbs, testing to see how well he had actually tied her. Even if she could get free, he was still the one with the loaded gun.
And you can see my heart beating
You can see it through my chest
Beating, pulsing, screaming. Her heart thumps repeatedly inside her rib cage. It's so fast the thought enters her mind that maybe she will die of a heart attack instead of a bullet in her brain. She doesn't laugh but a quick smile graces her lips. The muscles move them and she feels the metal brushing across them.
She inhales sharply, shocked that she was able to smile and fearing that he will take it as a sign of insolence or make him think she was not terrified when she truly was.
He must know she's scared. Her body is rigid, she dare not move and her heart is audibly beating inside her. It's almost as if he could see right through her chest and view the muscle contracting over and over and over.
And I'm terrified but I'm not leaving
"Are you scared?" He asks as he runs the handgun across her mouth. It is an erotic movement, suggestive yet sinister. If it had been a finger or cock, it would have been sexy. But this was a weapon. Something that took away life.
"I'm terrified." she replied, a hint of pleading in her voice as her wide eyes meet his. Tears fill them suddenly as she looks at him.
"Do you want to stop? Would you like to leave?"
A tear rolls down her cheek and onto her lips, sliding onto the tip of the gun.
Know that I must must pass this test
"No."
This has to be a test. This can't be real. He must be testing her. Pushing her.
He won't really kill her.
The doubt inside her mind remains despite her brain trying to be rational.
Why would he ask her those questions if he wasn't just playing some kind of game with her?
So just pull the trigger
Her eyes follow one of his fingers as it moves from the grip to the trigger, circling around the deathly piece of metal. A certain amount of pressure and she would be dead.
Say a prayer to yourself
Despite the things she had just thought to try and convince herself she was safe, she couldn't help going against her non-belief in any God or higher being.
Her eyes drift up to the ceiling.
'Please, God, any God....don't let me die. I don't want this to be it. Save me, please. I want to live.'
She prays, tears welling up in her eyes once more as she stares up towards Heaven.
He says close your eyes
"Close your eyes"
A simple command. His sexy, sultry voice drifting into her ear and despite the fear, she feels a tingle of arousal in the pit of her stomach that spreads down to her cunt.
She suddenly sees the gun. The barrel is directly in front of her eye. He is looming over her, holding the gun to her eyes. She closes her eyes involuntarily and feels the cold metal brush against her eyelids, downwards, telling them to stay that way.
Sometimes it helps
The tears fall from underneath her closed eyes, trailing down her cheeks once more and onto her lips. Without thinking her tongue darts out and runs along them, tasting the saltiness. She bites her lip.
"It will help." he says as his hand covers her eyes.
And then I get a scary thought
He is so calm and reserved that everything seems so much more scary. It seems like he's done this before, that he knows how to calm his victims.
'I'm not the first...'
The scary thought enters her consciousness.
This man was a killer. She had been growing attached to a man who wanted nothing more than to kill her. He lures women under the pretense of BDSM just to tie them up, make them vulnerable and take their life.
He just wanted to make her bleed.
That he's here means he's never lost
And he had never been caught.
He would never be caught.
No-one would know what happened to her. Would they ever find her body? How long would her friends and family wonder about her.
She wants to open her eyes and scream at this man, curse him for what he was about to do and beg him not to do it. Yet, despite all her fear, she remained obedient.
Her eyes remained closed.
Her breathing continued.
She was still alive.
So just pull the trigger
'But will I be for long?' she thinks as she hears the gun click. Her entire body jumps at the sound despite the bindings.
As my life flashes before my eyes
Suddenly, she remembers things she hadn't thought about in years. Memories flood her; each one like a raindrop falling from the sky in a monsoon. Her life flashes before her closed eyes and she feels a hundred things at once; happiness, sorrow, regret, love, pain, hate, anguish, joy, anger, sadness, excitement, nerves, worry, stress. Life fills her body just as she prepares herself to die at the hands of this man and his weapon.
I'm wondering will I ever see another sunrise?
She had done so many things in her short life but still had so many things to do and so many things she would want to do again.
No more walking on beaches, no more sunrises, no more stars at night, no more fireworks. No more life. She would never have a child, she would never climb a mountain, she would never get a world record, she would never get a tattoo. She would never grow old.
So many wont get the chance to say goodbye
Goodbye. A simple word but tinged with so many emotions. And she has no chance to say it to those she loves.
Tears continue to fall from beneath her closed eyes. She feels the barrel of the gun underneath her chin and she can't help but shudder, terrified.
But it's too late too pick up the value of my life
"Please don't kill me." she finally begged.
It could have been seconds. It could have been minutes. It could have been hours.
She had no idea how much time had passed since he had taken the gun out of that box.
Yet this was the first time she had actually pleaded for her life despite how much she suddenly valued it.
And you can see my heart beating
You can see it through my chest
And I'm terrified but I'm not leaving
Know that I must must pass this test
So just pull the trigger
"Open your eyes." his gentle voice coaxes her lids to lift.
His gaze is intense; his pupils wide. He isn't scared. He's aroused.
"Good girl. Such a good girl." he wipes the tears from her cheeks with one finger, sucking the salty liquid from it.
The flicker of arousal returns, battling with that of fear.
He raises the gun before her eyes and shows her that it isn't loaded before throwing it onto the bed close to them.
"You did so well. I'm so proud."
He kisses her lips; their tongues battling, dancing.
Her body and mind feel on fire.
He had brought her to the brink and made her face death whilst holding her safely in his arms the entire time.
Gently he removes her bindings and lifts her body from the chair. He carries her over to the bed and lies her down, bringing his body down next to her. He picks up the gun and trails it along her body; the cold metal exciting her rather than scaring her.
The barrel reaches her cunt and without an order, she opens her legs, giving him what he wants. He slides the gun inside her tight channel and she gasps at the cold steel inside her.
The man claims her lips in a ferocious kiss as he begins to fuck her with the gun, harder and harder, faster and faster; the metal heating up inside her orifice.
She's so turned on, so aroused, so fucking horny. She wants to cum.
"Please." She whispers, desperation in her voice.
The man smirks and continues his movement.
"Cum. Cum for me."
She does.
"Russian roulette. No bullets necessary." he says, kissing her forehead as he takes out the gun and chucks it on the floor bringing her body to his own, wrapping himself around her.
They embrace, holding one another close, as they fall asleep.
Edited Sun 15 Nov 09, 10:41 PM by Goldilocks
| 17 Nov 09, 11:12 AM Goldilocks UK(SE), 5 yrs |
I just want to add that the song is really good to wank to whilst self-asphyxiating. xX Goldie Xx |
| 21 Nov 09, 5:48 PM aliceinwebland UK(B), 3 yrs      |
I enjoyed this a lot. Very clever. Thank you for sharing  I am a deviant - bite me! |
| 1 Dec 09, 12:08 AM xxIvyxx UK, 5 yrs £ |
Loved this Goldie!! ill have to listen to the song and have a wank now  xxxxxIvyxx |
