Chapter #22Holding on by a thread by: Sinclair   You're just above her hand as you drop, her fingers about to complete the task of wiping. Despite the urge to drop and flee, a primal terror fills you as you realize the fate that awaits you should you fall - a certain, gruesome death in the reeking effluence that now coats the inside of the toilet bowl. Your fingers grip at the threads of the bracelet, and somehow, somehow you manage to hold fast, your whole body swinging free, your only safety the strands of string that prevent you from falling.
While your efforts have been heroic, a burning agony spreads throughout your shoulders as you dangle. You have to hold on! Grace's gargantuan fingers move this way and that, ensuring her private parts are clean and dry. From your position on the wrist bracelet, you are still inches from her anus, and a stale musk that drifts from its depths forces you to choke down a retch. And then, without warning, she releases the toilet paper, letting the sodden sheets of filth drop straight to the revolting soup below.
When her arm next moves, it is to rise once more, and the wrist bracelet from which you are swinging is carried back between her legs. You have a few moments to gaze down at the cesspool of liquid that lingers within the confines of the bowl, and its stench is truly horrific. For the first time in your life, you find yourself worrying about drowning in the rancid piss and shit of a woman.
And then you are carried to a new vantage point, back between her legs, where her pussy now rises as a damp pink mountain range before your eyes. From the terrifying distance of the toilet below, the vast plain of her tanned legs and their soft mounds of flesh flow upward, terminating at last in a monolithic continent of quivering womanhood.
It is impossible to not stare at such a sight, yet stare at it you do, for although the horror of your journey through her legs and posterior have drained you of all energy, there is nothing in the world to draw your eyes away from the colossal cunt that lies only a couple of inches from you. Your reverie is broken as the girl's arm is once more raised, and the canyon of her sex is lifted out of sight.
Now, your eyes are faced with a new object, the drab jersey of her shirt, and you are thankful for the reprieve. As your arms and shoulders continue to strain and ache from supporting your weight, you cannot help but hope that this will all be over soon.
Grace's arm reaches out, and her fingers grasp at the edge of the shirt sleeve, and pull it back. The girl's eyes grow wide in panic as she sees you dangling from the wrist bracelet, and a scream erupts from her throat.
"Todd!"
Her free hand swoops forward, closing on your dangling form. The pain of her fingers is intense, and you cry out, but she is oblivious to your discomfort as she brings you to her face.
"I can't believe I didn't notice you came loose! Are you okay? You could've fallen in!"
You splutter, overcome by exhaustion, and Grace brings you down to her heart, holding you close. Her chest heaves up and down, her worry plain to see, and you can well imagine the pounding of her heart.
"You're safe now," Grace says. "It's all right now."
Grace's face turns beet red.
"Oh my God!" she squeals, her hand rising to cover her gaping mouth. "You were down there the entire time! And you probably saw... well..." The redness grows deeper still, spreading across her whole face, even down her neck.
"Y-you didn't look, did you?" she finally manages. "Tell me you kept your eyes shut the whole time. Tell me you didn't see anything!"
You are terrified at her reaction. Although you did not intend to become witness to her natural functions, nor see her private areas, there is no doubt you have done both. She clearly did not expect that you would, even though it should have been obvious. But even then, she could not have predicted that you would slip out of the bracelet and hang over her waste like bait on a fishing line.
Truth or not, the prospect of her being enraged is far greater than any concerns you have about lying to her. Whatever she does to you if you anger her is surely far worse than anything anyone else could inflict upon you.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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