J. Gonzalez - Survivor

"Umm, hmmm," Mabel smiled. She inserted a red ball gag in Bonnie's mouth and secured it with a leather strap behind her head. "I'm going to eat you up!"

Bonnie felt the cool air at her puckered nipples. Mabel kissed each breast, chuckling as her teeth nipped lightly at the skin. Then she worked her way down her navel to her thighs. Bonnie sighed, eyes closed, the feathery, sensual feelings creating such a vertigo of feeling that it was like a whirlpool. And when she felt Mabel's hand part her legs, felt a finger work its way into her warm wetness, she sighed.

For a moment she was lost in the sound and sensation of Mabel's hands and lips. She felt herself getting wetter, felt her heart race, unmindful now of the shame she knew such a relationship would bring to her family should they find out. She didn't care. The way Mabel treated her made her feel a thousand times better than any boy she had given herself to.

Mabel's lips ran kisses from the hollow of her throat, up her face, and lightly kissed each closed eye. Bonnie opened her eyes as Mabel's working fingers reached her G-spot. Mabel leaned over her, her lips over her right eye. You have such beautiful eyes, honey."

"Mmmm." Bonnie could taste the leather of the ball gag; it made her quiver in anticipation. She opened her eyes as her lover's warm breath brought more feathery sensations to her face as she licked at the tender area of her upper right eyelid.

Mabel's lips moved over Bonnie's right eye in a kiss as her fingers worked their way in and out of her pussy harder. 'then, just as Bonnie felt the first shudder of orgasm, Mabel's mouth pressed down over Bonnie's open right eye and began to suck.

What the fuck? Bonnie instinctively flinched at the sudden pressure being applied to her eye and the feathery sensations of pleasure turned into a sudden about-face of panic and pain. She felt Mabel's tongue brush against the fluttery skin of her eyelid, heard the moist sucking sound grow more frenzied as she squirmed and her mind shot into panic mode. What the luck is she doing, what the`

Then her right eye exploded into extreme pain.

Bonnie Fabray was beyond panic-now she was petrified. She struggled wildly in the bondage harness, rocking it in its secure straps as Mabel held her head in place between her hands, her mouth forming a perfect suction cup over her eye socket. Bonnie could feel the older woman's teeth and tongue pull at the orb as her mouth sucked at her eyeball the way a child will draw a thick chocolate milk shake through a straw. The pain exploded as Mabel jerked her head back in a spray of blood, a flap of skin between her teeth, and the vision in Bonnie's right eye went watery blurry.

She wasn't even aware she was trying to scream through the ball gag. Mabel spit the flap of skin-my eyelid, was that my eyelid? — onto the ground and went at her again. Bonnie howled through the gag, trying to flail her head as the older woman clutched her face in her hands. Warm blood spattered her cheeks. The pain rocked through her face, echoing to the back of her skull. Her panic reached overload; she wasn't even aware of Mabel's tongue and teeth as her right eyeball was simultaneously sucked and pulled out of the socket by the combined force of Mabel's mouth and teeth.

Another explosion of pain, this one so great that everything went black.

Then, sudden consciousness.

The first thing she was aware of was the ferocious pain in her right eye. Even opening her left eye brought fresh waves of pain through her face. She tasted leather on her tongue, felt the straps that bound her arms and legs together, and felt gunk in her left eye. She forced it open, agony rocking through her face, and through tear-blurred vision she saw Mabel Schneider standing before her.

Mabel Schneiders face was bloodied, but she was smiling. She was chewing something, and as Bonnie felt her gorge rise, Mabel stepped forward and swallowed something. "I just love your eyes," she said, as she leaned over Bonnie Febray again for seconds.

August 2, 1998

Southern California

They had set off at noon that day, heading north from Al- iso Viejo on Interstate 5 toward Cambria, where they were planning on visiting Hearst Castle in San Simeon. They stopped in North Hollywood for lunch around two P.M. at a Coco's restaurant that they spotted from the freeway. It was their first real vacation in over a year, they had been looking forward to it for two months, ever since Brad began to make the plans. Lisa was looking forward to it. She knew it was going to be a romantic weekend, and she was going to use the opportunity to tell her husband that she had just found out this morning that she was pregnant.

They had been married for five years and had been trying to get pregnant for the past two. After a year of no results from their attempts, they had sought the help of a fertility doctor. After a series of tests, it was concluded that: a) Brad had a low sperm count, and b) Lisa's irregular periods made conception much more difficult. So be gan a nearly yearlong quest to correct the problem with modern medicine. Numerous drugs and injections were undertaken, and then once a month, when Lisa ovulated, they both went into her ob-gyn for an IUI. Of course, they tried on their own every chance they had; for six months nothing happened, and then she had her last insemination two weeks ago. And with that came the news she had been hoping and praying for.

It was hard to keep the news a secret. She had taken a home pregnancy test Monday, and had gone into her doctor's on Wednesday for a more definitive test. The doctor's office had called this morning with the results. "Congratulations!" the receptionist had said. "You are definitely pregnant." When Lisa heard the news she allowed herself a small cry, and then quickly gained control of her emotions. Brad had gone into the office briefly to finish some paperwork on a case, and she decided to tell him over dinner tonight, in Cambria. She wanted to be with him when she told him, letting her emotions convey her happiness; she wanted the setting of a nice romantic dinner to relay this wonderful news.

As they made small talk at the restaurant, Lisa played out the scenario she had in mind for telling Brad, and reflected on the last few years of their married life. She had felt a sense of despair during the past year they had been trying to have a baby. There were thousands of women who had babies that didn't appreciate the life they had helped to create. She grew angry whenever she heard a news story about a baby being abandoned in a trash can. What the hell was wrong with people? There were thousands of couples that would give anything to adopt a child, and these selfish bitches dump their kids like so much trash. It was pathetic. And then there were children that grew up in disadvantaged homes. She knew that she and Brad would be able to provide for their child above and beyond providing food and shelter. As lawyers, they both had a combined yearly salary of just under three hundred thousand dollars; their child would never have to worry about being hungry. She knew that any child she and Brad had would be well taken care of, both in love and in security.

While Lisa usually didn't like to discuss personal stuff at work, she had let it slip to her coworker, Danielle, that she and Brad had reservations for Hearst Castle this weekend. "San Simeon?" Danielle had said, smiling. "How romantic!"

One of the senior partners had been walking to his office, and he'd turned to Lisa and Danielle. "Did I hear somebody mention San Simeon? If you're going to Cambria, may I recommend Bonito's? It's right on the main drag, across the street from the post office. It has a very elegant atmosphere and great food." "