Story contains FF, semi-consensual snuff, explosives

You awaken to the gentle sound of waves crashing. It's night, clear and starry. A cool breeze wafts the smell of beach and salt over you. It's warm, and it takes you a moment to realise that somebody has stripped you naked. You try to get up.

The grogginess clears. You're cuffed to the ground, metal shackles around your wrists and ankles. You try to pull an arm free but the metal cuff is staked deep into the sand. You have a cloth in your mouth that you can't spit out.

'Don't… move.' Panic rises. What's going on? Who is this man telling me not to move? Why not? Is there a bug on me? Oh, god, I hope there isn't a bug on me.

Unsure leans down next to you, an apparent look of concern masked by a pair of sunglasses only an asshole would wear this time of night. He's a tall, lanky guy in a garish Hawaiian shirt and board shorts. He's holding a coconut with a straw sticking out of it.

Your questions are muffled, and he raises a hand to shush you any way.

'I don't want to alarm you, Jessica, but you're lying on a highly explosive landmine. It's very important you remain absolutely still.'

You suddenly become aware of a small, cool circle beneath the small of your back. It could either be the trigger for a dangerous explosive device, or a medal for meanest prank to play on a naked girl on the beach. Either way, you suppress your urge to writhe off it, in case Unsure isn't lying.

Besides, if he's telling the truth, such a thing should be savoured…

You push the sudden, masochistic thought out of your mind. But the tingle you get from being anywhere near a bomb is hard to deny.

'Now, I feel I should answer some questions that you would no doubt be asking if I hadn't gagged you. First off… yes, I gagged you. I also chained you down on this lovely private beach on top of an active landmine. So, no, no one is coming to rescue you. You have the place to yourself… sort of.'

Unsure crouches down next to you, taking off the sunglasses. His eyes are intense, like a lunatic.

He takes a sip from the coconut.

'Here's how this particular type of landmine works. It is armed; pushing down the pressure plate triggered it. After an hour it will disarm and no doubt you'll be rescued. But… if you take your weight off it… sit up, or arch your back, for instance… you explode. Enough of an explosion to ruin the scenery and anyone nearby.'

That tingle is back. Just the word “explosion” arouses a dark part of you. You fight it back; it's more important that you get away from this madman than start thinking about bombs, and dynamite, and all that pressure just waiting to go off underneath you…

Stop it, Jessica.

'So, quite simple, really. Lie still for an hour. Don't squirm. Don't writhe. Given you have nothing to writhe against it should be a breeze. Easy.'

He stands up.
'Nothing is ever that easy.'

You hear the soft, light slap of footsteps nearby. You turn your head and your heart starts to race when you see that Unsure brought what will surely be a complication.

'Jessica, meet Last Request.'

Last Request is a petite redhead, probably in her late twenties. She smiles at you, a wicked grin that matches the evil gleam in her shining blue eyes. She's wearing a bright green bikini with a filmy sarong that clashes with her fiery hair and pale, freckled skin.

'Hi, Jess.' Two words, spoken softly with a playful voice. Subtext: I'm going to fuck you, hard.

'Last Request shares a few things in common with you, Jessica. An erotic fixation with explosives, and a passion for bondage, though more on the “D” side than the “S”. When I said I could give her a bomb that she could stimulate into exploding, she just had to find out what I was talking about.'

Last Request kneels down, legs either side of your thigh. She leans forward, her eyes never leaving yours, until her chin almost touches your breast.

'Is it true then?' she asks, addressing Unsure. 'If I can make this gorgeous woman writhe, even a little, we'll both explode?'

Unsure nods.

'Oh, no! That sounds dangerous!' As she lightly places her fingertips on your underarms, she begs you in an exaggerated, mocking plea, 'Please hold still, Jess! We'll blow up if you don't hold still!' She brushes her fingertips over your armpits, down your ribcage. Such a gently touch, and yet it tickles so much.

Don't move, the dark voice reminds you. We could have an hour of fun, here…

You squirm, but keep the small of your back firmly planted on the landmine.

Unsure coughs, getting Last Requests attention, though her fingers don't leave your ribs.

'So, game rules. Last Request will do anything her devious little mind can think of to make you lift your back. If she does, the landmine will emit three beeps and then detonate. If you manage to resist the urge to explode for a whole hour, then you're free to go, and Last Request… I don't know, I'll give her a hand grenade to play with.'

Last Request pouts at this. Her mouth looks so cute when she does. You could just lift your belly to her breasts and see what it looks like with an expression of surprise…

Unsure checks his watch. 'I've got to go. You have an hour starting now. Try to have fun, Firecracker.'

He turns and walks away, leaving you tied up on a landmine with a stunning-but-crazy young lady who is starting to press her crotch against your thigh. She unties the sarong and lets it fall in the sand. Her bikini is so tight, but as she slides her pussy against your thigh it gets stretched downwards, revealing the top of a thin red tuft of hair.

Your attention is fixed on her body and how it feels, having her dry hump your leg, the cool damp swimsuit quickly warming up. She moans, her pace quickening. Her legs squeeze tightly on your thigh. Despite the manacle on your ankle, you lift your leg up to make it easier for her to get off on you.

Why? Why am I helping this psycho bitch?

Maybe if she has her fun, she'll let me go.

She does seem to be ignoring you now, caught up in her own pleasure. She straightens up, putting more weight on your leg, hugging across her breasts with one arm and teasing her fiery red hair with the other. She sucks on her lower lip, the moans start to sound desperate.

You can feel yourself blush. She's just so fucking hot, and this situation is so crazy, and there's a landmine underneath you and there's a girl grinding against you because she wants the two of you to explode and god, dammit, that isn't helping!

'Oh, fuck, Jessie, I'm cumming!' Last Request breathlessly gasps as her pace quickens. 'Please… blow me up. Blow us up! I'm going to fucking explode!' She collapses forward, quivering, orgasming, holding you as she shakes. You don't move, but you can't deny a dark temptation to lift up and give her what she wants.

It feels like minutes pass as her breathing slowly normalises. She looks up at you, the mischief, the chaos back in her eyes. 'Not going to make it easy, are you?'

She pouts, and then that grin creeps across her face. She stands, brushing some of the sand off her legs, then slides the bikini bottom off. She kneels down past your cuffed ankles.

'You know what I think it is about explosions that get me off?' Her hand dances around her belly, teasing closer to her pussy. She brushes the tips of your toes with one hand. It tickles.

'The anticipation. I mean, what I way to go out, right? Full body orgasm. No way of stopping it. No way of holding it back. Just all that build up and… bang.' Her fingernail runs down the arch of your foot, making you kick, as much as you can. She laughs and then growls with lust as she starts to masturbate. 'I can make your feet move. What makes you think I can't make your whole body move?'

She leans forward, still playing with herself. Her eyes roll back; she suddenly shudders, violently. 'That one f-fuck… FUCK. That one fucking crept up on me, Jessie. I guess having a gorgeous woman that's going to blow me up makes me extra horny. I can now completely empathise with your situation.' She winks, bringing a finger up to her lips, sucking on it. 'God, damn, I taste good.' She looks you in the eyes. 'Lie back and relax. I'm have to compare us.'

She lies down on her belly, her right arm underneath her so she can keep finger fucking herself. The sandy soles of her feet playfully kick in the air. She plants kissed on the inside of your thigh, before giving your pussy a long, lingering lick.

All of the pent up desire hits you at once and it's nearly impossible to keep yourself from fucking her face, grinding against her tongue and damning the consequences.

Oh, fuck, I'm going to explode! Part of you is panicking.

Fuck, yes, I'm going to explode. Part of you is excited.

Her tongue is magic. She teases your lips apart and flicks across your clit, up and down. Before you can get used to it, she's making circles and threatening to slide her fingers into you. She kisses and sucks on your clit, moaning, still fucking herself. Your mind races, her tongue presses inside you, darting in and out. You can't hold your head up so you stare at the clouds in the sky, wondering how big the explosion will be because you know it's coming, you know she can make you move if she wants to.

Her finger slides inside you, first one, then two. She makes slow come-hither motions with them as she licks you. The pressure is building and you try to rationalise cumming. Justify it.

I just won't move. I'll cum but I'll hold really still when it happens. It'll be good.

It'll be really good.

You can't hold it back any longer. It crashes over you like a wave. Your thighs squeeze together and your toes curl but you manage to keep your back planted on the ground. Last Request moans as you cum, she shudders as your orgasm brings about her own. She climbs you, pressing your bodies together and pulls the cloth from your mouth. You could bite, you could scream for help, but when she kisses you, all you can do is kiss back, tasting her lip gloss and your own pussy.

Her thigh is now against your pussy. You think about the land mine beneath you, wonder how much movement you can get away with. You press up, grind against her, and back down. No beeps. Almost disappointing. You could just blow up but you want to cum again. You want her to cum again. She's humping your thigh again, staring into your eyes with crazed lust. Her head only comes up to your chest so she bites at your neck, sucking hard, kisses down your collarbone, licks and sucks your nipples and then bites them too.

You grind harder, fucking her leg, envisioning powder kegs with hissing fuses and ticking grenades with no pins and this crazy red-headed girl exploding with you and it feels incredible. You want something inside you, but her hands are holding your arms for purchase.

'This… this is it… this is the one. We're going to explode, Jessie. Fuck, I want to explode. I want it!' She's begging now, pleading, but neither of you can control it now, it's going to happen and there's not a thing either of you can do about it.

You both cum. She arches back, letting go of your arms and rubbing her clit. You grind your pussy against her as hard as you can, but her leg lifts away an inch, so you lift your ass up to press against her.

Beep.

She looks down, momentarily confused, then a look of absolute victory and lust.

Oh, fuck. Oh shit.

Beep.

She leans forwards and looks you in the eye. 'I fucking told you so.' She kisses you, violently plunging her tongue into your mouth. She keeps rubbing her clit furiously and her legs tighten around yours.

Beep

You want to do something, say something, get up and run, fuck until you cum, but there's no time left.

BOOM!