[PackagedStories.net] Buried Alive by TLC
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This story is fiction. It has nothing to do with
anyone living or dead. This story contains sex and consensual snuff. Please do
not read if you are under eighteen or don't like these kind of stories.
I lay in the bed playing with my pussy as I ran my
favorite fantasy through my mind. I saw a movie about a woman being buried
alive when I was a teenager. Every since then I have had this fantasy about me
being the one laying in the shallow grave with dirt being dropped on my body.
When we would play on the beach and cover each other with sand I would come in
my bathing suit. Remembering the embarrassment when I would be uncovered from
the sand and stand, there would be sand sticking to my wet crotch. Now all I
had was fantasies. My husband and I were getting a divorce. I had always been
good to people and was not sure what I had done to make him hate me so much.
Maybe I was not good enough in bed or maybe I bitched too much. What ever the
reason I knew he would kill me if he could get away with it. The only thing
left in my life was my fantasy and it was one I could not live out.
Checking the mail the next day my life seemed to hit
bottom. They were going to take my house for taxes, I told my husband I had
paid. It was just the dress was so beautiful that I had to have it. I knew he
would not help me out of this jam. This had been my parent’s house and
planned to hand it down to my baby sister who was fifteen years younger than
me. I felt like killing myself. The word killing set off a light bulb in my
head. If I killed myself my insurance would take care of the house and leave
my sister well off. I had never thought about killing myself before and was
not sure how to do it. I thought over the things like cutting my wrist but
knew I would chicken out. I doubt if I could kill myself. If I only had
someone to do it for me. My thoughts returned to the night before and my
fantasy. If I had to die I would want it to be by being buried.
I sat down and wrote a letter to my husband. I told him
how I wanted him to kidnap me one night and bury me alive. I explained that I
would make sure he had an alibi so he would not get into trouble. I picked a
spot where I would never be found. My hands trembled as I sealed the envelop
and placed a stamp on it. I went to the mailbox and dropped the death letter
into it. I wondered what my husband would think when he read it. He would
either laugh it off as a joke or get excited at the prospect. I had made the
date for two days from now.
The day I had set was here. I had not heard from my
husband so I don't even know if he got the letter. He might have turned it
over to his lawyer, something I had not thought of, to have me put away. I
went through the house cleaning and getting my things in order in case he
decided to follow my plan. I looked at the picture of my sister and knew I
would miss her, and her me. It was for her that I was doing this thing, if it
happened. It was also a little selfishness on my part, I did want to live out
my fantasy. I smiled as I thought of the "live" part.
It was ten at night and nothing had happened. My heart
sank a little as I realized my husband was not going to help. I felt dread at
the thought he most likely gave the letter to his lawyer. Being so down I
decided to go to bed. In bed I ran my plan through my head as I played with my
pussy. I brought myself to a small orgasm and drifted off to sleep.
I was torn from my sleep by a hand over my face. A man
wearing a stocking mask hovered over me. He told me to be quiet or he would
kill me now. I recognized the voice as my husband's. I knew he would want to
kill me. He told me to not say anything or it was over. He did not want to
hear my bitching voice again. I was right, it was my bitching that drove him
to hate me. He tied my hands behind my back with a short piece of rope. He
then tied my ankles together. He threw me over his shoulder like a duffel bag.
My stomach hit his shoulder and knocked the breath out of me. As I struggled
to breath I knew this was only a sample of what was to come. He carried me out
the back of the house and put me in the trunk of my car. When the trunk lid
closed darkness filled my eyes. As the car drove off I wondered why he had put
me in the trunk. He could have laid me in the back seat. I guess he wanted to
torture me a little more. I knew it would take about an hour for us to reach
the spot I had picked out. By the time we got there the air was getting thin
in the trunk. This was another reminder of what was to come.
The car stopped and the trunk opened. He threw me over
his shoulder carried me into the woods. We walked for about fifteen minutes as
his flashlight made ghostly shadows on the path.Finally we reached the spot I had picked out. I tried to remember all
the details I had seen in the daylight when I had picked this spot. He dropped
me on the ground with a jar. I realized he was going to get all of his anger
out on this night. With nothing on but my gown the cool night air hit my
pussy. I had not realized I was so turned on, my pussy was soaking wet. I
watched as the shovel pierced the virgin ground for the first time. I watched
as the dirt piled around my grave. I was amazed at the things mixed with the
dirt. There were old car parts, bricks, and rocks of different sizes. I
watched as the sweat ran from his face as he dug and struggled to cut the many
roots from the surrounding trees.
I don't know how long we had been here but eventually he
was waist deep in the hole.He
climbed out of the hole and walked over to me. Instead of picking me up he
pulled me to the hole with panting breaths. He dragged me over the hole and my
feet hit the dirt with a thud. He then lowered the rest of me into the hole.
My husband then picked up the flashlight and headed back to the car. I
wondered if he was backing out and leaving me like this. I started to panic at
the thought of starving to death in my own grave. It was funny how all this
time neither of us had spoken. I guess we had said everything when we were
living together. I realized there was a full moon shining in my eyes. It
seemed so bright tonight. It even lit up the grave to where I could make out
details. I had not noticed before but I felt a stinging in my ass. I
remembered something hitting my ass when I was put in the grave. I wiggled my
ass and could feel something there. If it had not been so rough it might have
been sexy. I moved my hand to the object and felt that it was a root. This
thing kissing at my asshole was starting to irritate me.
A light drew my attention away from the root in my ass.
The light was soon over me and it was my husband. He had an arm load of stuff
that I could not make out. All of a sudden the woods seemed to be on fire. He
had brought a lantern. The next thing he brought into view surprised me, it
was a mirror. He sat the mirror so I could seem myself in the grave. I almost
orgasmed at the sight. This was a sight I had seen in my fantasies many times.
All of a sudden my husband jumped in the grave knocking dirt on my gown. He
took hold of my gown and ripped it off of me. He then jerked it out from under
me. I grunted as the slight movement pushed the root into my ass. I tried to
wiggle away but the grave was too narrow. I figured the annoyance would not
matter for long.
With the gown gone the cool night air made my nipples
stand to attention. I looked at my medium sized breast and slim waist and
wondered again why he hated me so much. Most men would be happy to have a wife
with a body like this. I started to ask him but decided not to ruin the
moment. My husband pulled off his pants and lay them on the pile of dirt. His
cock was rock hard. He dropped down into the dirt grave on top of me. I felt
his hard cock push into my already wet pussy. It did not take long for the two
of us to orgasm. Our moans echoed through the woods as we did. My husband got
up, with his cock dripping our love juices, and stepped out of the grave. The
sex made me realized he did still care for me, at least a little.
I heard the grating sound as the shovel bit into the
dirt. The shovel came over me and dumped its dirt around my feet. This
continued till my feet and legs were covered. The dirt felt warm to the flesh
that had been chilled by the night air. I thought that death should be warm
instead of cold. The shovel kept pouring its dirt into my grave. I realized he
was placing the dirt around me carefully. The dirt above my legs was only
beside of me. I began to wonder if he knew about my fantasy and was dragging
it out for me, or he was relishing the deed.
By now my pussy juices were flowing. I could imagine the
dirt getting wet below it. I wished I had thought of having him put a vibrator
in my pussy. It was too late to change plans now. He shoveled dirt on my pussy
till it was covered. He then surprised me as he took the handle of the shovel
and pushed the dirt into my pussy. I started to protest but decided to let him
have some fun for helping me. I could feel my pussy filling with the scratchy
dirt. In my mind I could see the dirt in my pussy soaking up my pussy juices.
From my neck down I was covered with a thin layer of
dirt. It felt like a blanket and I felt warm for the first time since getting
out of the trunk. I could still see my firm tits poking out of the dirt. My
husband was getting tired. I could see he was struggling with the shovel. I
guess it had been a lot of work digging my grave and carrying me to it. He
brought a shovel full of dirt to the grave and I drew up as I saw the shovel
fly out of his hands. The shovel struck me in my left breast and I saw a deep
red gash form. The blood flowed and mixed with the dirt. For the first time
since we started I could see an apologetic look in my husband’s eyes.
My husband disappeared for about ten minutes. As I was
thinking he had backed out I heard the shovel dig into the dirt. This shovel
full of dirt hit me in me in the stomach that almost knocked the wind out of
me. I looked down and saw the brick that had been dug from the ground. The
rest gave him new vitality and the dirt came faster. He was covering me from
the bottom up leaving my head for last. He surely did want to drag this out as
long as possible. The dirt piled up and it became more difficult to breath. I
watched his face as he covered me and realized that I did still love him even
though he had left me.
The dirt on my feet was almost to the top of the grave
and slope down to my neck. My husband stepped on the dirt and I could feel his
weight as it compacted the dirt. Even with my pussy full of dirt and the root
in my ass I felt like I was going to orgasm. In fact the dirt in my pussy felt
almost like a rough cock. My breaths were coming shorter, in part from the
weight of the dirt and my impending orgasm. I felt the orgasm go over the edge
and opened my mouth to scream. When my mouth came open it was suddenly filled
with dirt. I gagged and spit at the dirt in my mouth. I almost had it cleared
when more dirt hit me in the mouth as it was open. I managed to get half of
the dirt out when all of a sudden a tube was forced into my mouth.
The tube was big enough to force my mouth wide open. This
caused the dirt in my mouth to fall to my throat. I thought I was going to
choke on the dirt but managed to swallow a small amount so that I could
breathe. Now I knew what the tube was for. He wanted me to stay alive while he
finished burying me. I saw the shovel come again and closed my eyes as the
dirt covered my head. There must have been a rock in the dirt because I felt a
sharp pain on my head. I wondered if there was a cut there but knew it did not
matter now. Cuts did not matter to a dead woman. I wondered how long it takes
a person to die from suffocation.
My husband spoke for the first time since bringing me
here. I could not believe my dirt covered ears. He told me that I was a
cheating bitch and deserved this. I wanted to scream that I had never cheated
on him but the dirt and pipe in my mouth kept me silent. Now I knew why he
hated me so much and there was nothing I could do about it. At this moment I
would give anything to get out of here and tell him the truth. I tried to tell
him that I loved him but knew he could not hear me.
The dirt covered me and there was eerie darkness
surrounding me. I lay there crying with my closed dirt covered eyes. I did not
want to die now, all I wanted was to tell him the truth. The thought crossed
my mind that he might decide not to kill me and dig me up. As long as the pipe
fed me fresh air there was a chance. Even though the dirt pressed against my
chest I could breathe enough to live. I felt the dirt pack more on my body to
the point it felt like it might crush me. I could see in my mind him dancing
on my grave...
By now he was either digging me up or scattering leaves
and brush over my grave. I wonder if he could be so cruel as to leave the pipe
in so that I would live till starvation killed me. My body ached as the rocks
and sticks in the dirt pushed into my body.
I don't know how long I lay in the darkness before I felt
the tube wiggle in my mouth. At first I thought he might be toying with me and
the all of a sudden the tube slipped from my mouth. Before I could close my
mouth it filled with dirt. My breathing stopped immediately. I wondered how
long I could hold my breath. My mouth remained wide open, held by the dirt. I
tried to close it but it was impossible. It did not take long before my lungs
began to hurt. I struggled against the soil around me to get out. I managed to
compact the soil around my head and was able to move it a little. I felt the
emptiness on my face and tried breathing from my nose. To my surprise fresh
air poured into my lungs. I knew the small air pocket would not last long.I began to cry again and this time I felt the tears fall onto my dirt
covered face.
My mind turned back to the last words my husband spoke. I
would still die if only I could explain that I never cheated and never would.
The crying made me use the air in the pocket quicker and soon I was gasping
for breath. The time was getting close. Even if he changed his mind he could
not save me.
As darkness fell on my oxygen starved brain I got my
fantasy but lost my love. Dying is easier than I thought it would be. The
earth cradled me in its warmth as darkness clouded my mind.If possible I would laugh because my last thought is going to be of the
root in my ass.
The end
01.02.06Last updated