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The Dildo of Glass
by LateckS (address withheld)

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A woman, depressed over the loss of her husband, 
decides to kill herself with the same object that drove 
her husband over the edge. (F-solo, v, suicide, mast)

***

She sat on her bed, feeling depressed. Today, it was 
exactly a month after that horrible day. Five months, 
two weeks, and three days after it had all started. She 
could still remember the events of that first day, and 
the terrible times that followed.

She reached under the bed and took out a small wooden 
box with a clasp on it. Looking at it, brushing the 
dust from the top, she was seized by a fit of weeping 
that soon past. Drying her eyes, she opened the box to 
reveal one of her most prized possessions: a large 
rubber dildo.

She'd had it for years, originally receiving it on her 
eighteenth birthday as a joke gift from her mother. She 
still remembered the embarrassment she had felt when 
she ripped the paper off in front of all her friends, 
until she realized they were secretly jealous. Many 
years after her mother had died, she still treasured 
the large dildo, and it had brought her to millions of 
wonderful orgasms.

However, it was also a problem with her husband. He had 
always wondered why she treasured the dildo such, and 
over the course of a few years, his curiosity turned to 
jealousy. But his heart attack had been the true 
catalyst for the clash of wills to begin.

She had been in her room, playing with her beloved 
dildo, when he staggered in, clutching his chest and 
gasping for breath. She immediately reached for the 
phone on the other side of the bed and called an 
ambulance. However, what set him off was when after she 
called for the ambulance, she placed the dildo back in 
its case before attending to him.

Afterwards, he was in the hospital recuperating, and he 
asked her why she had taken the time to put the dildo 
back into its case. She revealed her true feelings 
about it, and the real struggle began.

He became convinced that she loved her dildo more than 
she loved him. He began watching her, and never letting 
her go to the bedroom alone. He would drop whatever he 
was doing and follow her to the bedroom, meanwhile 
asking if she felt horny and telling her he was in the 
mood too. Whenever he saw her going to the bathroom, he 
would stop her and kiss her, meanwhile groping her 
body, looking for a hidden bulge anywhere that might 
conceal the massive rubber pleasure bringer.

He began becoming convinced that she was cheating on 
him with the dildo. He started calling home from work, 
and asking why it took her so long to get to the phone, 
even if she had picked up on the first ring. He called 
her as many as twenty times a day, and the rising phone 
bills only added more tension to their relationship. 
When she complained about the bills, he began dropping 
by on his break times, claiming that he just wanted to 
see her.

Then, one day, he came home unexpectedly and found her 
fucking herself with the dildo, and moaning loudly in 
ecstasy. He flew into a rage, calling her an ungrateful 
slut, and saying he would kill her. He went to the 
kitchen and returned with a huge carving knife.

As he fell upon her, she rolled off the bed, and the 
knife sliced a hole in the sheets, tearing through the 
fabric and almost through the mattress. He pulled the 
knife out, but when he stood up, she threw her dildo at 
him, striking him in the stomach. He doubled over, and 
the point of the knife found a soft spot between his 
ribs and entered, slicing into his lung. He died before 
the paramedics could arrive.

A jury cleared her of all charges, saying she had acted 
entirely in self-defense, and had not intended to kill 
her husband. However, they still could not fix the 
horrible feeling she had inside.

She reminisced upon the events of the past few months, 
looking into the box that held the object that was once 
her greatest treasure, and now seemed like a curse. 
Reaching in, stroking it, feeling the rubbery surface, 
she remembered how good it felt deep inside her, and 
her pussy began to dampen. She reached down and began 
rubbing the organ, through her clothes, thinking how 
long it had been since she last had an orgasm. She 
hadn't used the dildo since that fateful day, and 
hadn't been able to find a date, not that she really 
was ready to truly say goodbye to her husband by 
reentering the dating world.

She was originally just going to finger herself, but 
the burning fire inside her stomach demanded more. 
Standing up to strip off her clothes, she found herself 
staring at a picture of her and her husband, taken a 
few years ago, when they were newlyweds. Suddenly, a 
tidal wave of remorse hit her. Here she was, about to 
start fucking the reason her husband was dead, allowing 
it to enter her and replace him, as perhaps it had 
always planned to. 

She wept, and lashed out with her hands, breaking the 
glass in the frame and cutting her knuckles. She put 
them to her mouth and began to suck on them, then 
realized how odd it had felt. There had been the usual 
sting of pain, but it had felt so strangely satisfying. 
She began to wonder if perhaps she was horny for pain 
as well. Looking at the broken glass, she got an idea.

Ripping off the rest of her clothes, she picked up her 
prized dildo and the frame with the broken glass. She 
took the back off the frame, took out the picture, set 
it aside, and removed the glass. Taking the pieces of 
glass, she began poking them through the translucent 
rubber of the dildo, one at a time, until it bristled 
with spiky glass protrusions.

By that time, she was dripping wet, hearing the plit, 
plit, plit of her juices on the bedroom floor. Placing 
the now spiky dildo to her mouth, she licked up and 
down the shaft, feeling the glass cut and tear her 
tongue. Her blood dripped down her body until it mixed 
with the juices of her cunt and fell to the floor. She 
placed the dildo in her mouth and began sucking on it, 
first lightly, then deep-throating it, all the while 
feeling the sharp edges cut and tear her mouth. She was 
regularly swallowing large mouthfuls of blood, and was 
becoming so aroused it felt like her clit was afire.

She took the dildo out of her mouth and looked at it, 
the spiny protrusions now covered with a layer of her 
blood and spit, which dripped onto the floor, mixing 
with the puddle already there. She was ready to put it 
in her pussy, but something was missing. 

Almost unintentionally, she looked over at the frame. 
There, still in its mounting, was a long, thin shard of 
glass, somehow missed by her hands. She plucked it out 
of its resting place and slid it into the dildo below 
the head, watching as it resurfaced from the tip like 
some long-lost chunk of ice in a bloody sea.

She positioned the dildo pointing at her pussy, with 
the sharp end of the long shard just barely parting her 
lips. She rubbed the shard against her clit, feeling it 
tear the sensitive flesh. Then, she shoved it into her 
dripping cunt.

As it entered, her muscles spasmed, and there was a 
moment when she felt that she could feel every detail 
of the intrusion. She thought that she would be able to 
count the number of shards stuck into the dildo. She 
felt nothing, then the first sensation came. 
Excruciating pain washed over her, and her muscles 
closed tight upon the spined intruder. 

She howled in agony, then suddenly intense pleasure 
seemed to bubble up from her wounds. Moaning in 
ecstasy, she began working the spiked tool in and out 
of her bleeding cunt, feeling the sharp spines rake her 
insides and tear her tender flesh. The spike on the end 
worked itself deeper and deeper, and she felt it poke 
through the end of her vagina and enter her womb.

Tears of pain and pleasure mixed welled from her eyes 
and ran down her cheeks, mixing with the blood still 
oozing from the wounds in her mouth and running down 
her body in pinkish rivulets. As the pain continued, 
she rotated the dildo slightly, feeling the shards tear 
into new pieces of her mauled pussy. With her free 
hand, she reached down and began rubbing and squeezing 
her mangled clit, feeling the blood mixed with her 
juices. 

She continued to pump the bloody dildo even deeper, 
feeling the fires of a huge orgasm building within her 
clit. The warm feeling of an impending climax grew, 
until her entire pussy was burning with desire for 
release. She was on the edge, and it would only take a 
small change to push her over.

As she looked down at her bleeding pussy, she felt a 
new spot of pain. Suddenly, the spike of glass on the 
end poked through her skin just below her navel, like 
some kind of hideous piercing. At that sudden shock of 
new pain, the fires of her orgasm were released.

Wailing in ecstasy, she slammed her eyes shut as 
brilliant lights danced upon her eyelids. A feeling 
like thousands of tiny bolts of fire shot through her 
body, racing under her skin. The fire rushed though 
every part of her body, from her head all the way down 
to her toes. Beneath her eyelids, the dancing lights 
changed to a forest of lightning, burning in a bright 
fire of pure pleasure.

As she orgasmed, her pulse increased, resulting in a 
torrential outflow of blood from her mangled pussy. The 
deluge of blood carried with it hundreds of tiny bits 
of pinkish flesh, torn from her pussy by her powerful 
thrusts. Her mouth bled also, although not as much as 
her mauled cunt did. The twin streams poured massive 
amounts of her blood from her body, draining her life 
away.

As the most intense orgasm of her life faded away, she 
became aware of a great sleepiness. She brought the 
dildo up to her face, looking at its bloodied spikes, 
and kissed it one final time. Feeling the soft black 
mists of death closing in upon her, she closed her eyes 
and slept, to never wake again.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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