Therese's retreat

\[mf, hotel, goth, bbw, romance, strangle, necro\]

The hotel, built in neo-gothic style, was separated from the nearby town by a stretch of deep forest. Only a 15 minute walk away was the shore, and the sound of waves crushing into steep rocks was faintly audible. Here one could forget about existance of modern world altogether.

"This place is perfect," she thought.

The summer was over, all the guests were gone, the staff weren't curious. Just like Therese liked it. No people meant nobody was constantly ogling her. Therese was tall and Rubenesque. Her soft belly was slightly protruding forward, overhung by her large breasts. Her ass was big and her thighs were thick. She had black hair, she was wearing dark lipstick and dark eye shadows. Therese's vintage dress - a lucky find from a thrift store - was black as a night. She had arrived with two suitcases - one for clothes and another one for assortiment of gothic, steampunk and supernatural romance novels.

After checking in late in the evening, Therese spent the remainder of the evening reading a collection of gothic short stories. On the next day, she had breakfast. The dining area was open for her, and her alone. Therese had pancakes with large strawberries and coffee near a large window, looking at naked autumn trees, enjoying anticipation the stories she would experience from the pages of her books. Afterwards she, book in hand and wrapped in a comfy scarf, walked outside, over a path through the wood, until she found a bench, moist after the nightly drizzle, and delved into a story about steamy romance between female automaton and its creator. When it became too chilly, she went back to the hotel, just in time for lunch.

There was somebody checking in in the loby. It was a tall man in a sandy cashmere coat with slick, black hair. He turned as Therese she walked by. Old-fashioned pencil mustache under his straight nose and above his pronounced chin reminded of the style of old Hollywood stars, and attracted Therese's attention. The man noticed her and his eyes quickly surveyed Therese's body up and down, then met her eyes. Corners of his lips turned up a little, forming a friendly smile. Therese blushed. She tried not to think about how he had looked at her. Some men found Therese attractive, some hated the extra weight. She wasn't here to find company anyway. She proceeded to the dining area.

Therese was hungry after spending the morning on the tourist track, and was genuinely happy to see a plate of seared salmon with lemon butter sauce appear on her table. Not long after the man from the lobby took seat two tables over. Therese wasn't the only guest here anymore. She continued her lunch, while the man didn't seem to pay attention to her. Therese spent the rest of the day in her room, reading another book.

When Therese came down for dinner, the man was in the lobby, leaning nonchalantly at the windowsill. He was wearing a dark grey suit over a pinstriped vest and a burgundy tie. As Therese walked down the stairs, he watched her with a slightly amused look in his eyes. She reached the end of the stairs.

"My name is Archibald," the man said without any preamble.

His voice had a slight accent.

"You can call me Archie," he added.

"Therese," she replied.

"Noticing we the only guests in this place, I thought I should introduce myself," he said.

"Well done," Therese replied. "Now we are aware of each other, what next?"

"Do you intend dining alone?"

"Alone is how I usually like it. That's why I am here. I have my books to keep me company."

"Let me guess," Archie said. "And it is just my hypothesis - Walter Scott, William Godwin, Ann Radcliffe and their ilk?"

Therese felt she was suddenly blushing again. She didn't want to admit that actually her suitcase was full of smutty gothic pulp instead of more sophisticated read.

"Almost," she said. "I lean towards more modern authors..."

Archie raised one eyebrow.

"And I don't mind delving into science fiction!" she said defiantly.

"Fascinating!" Archie said. "Why don't you join me at my table tonight and tell me more? I am a little out of the loop on current trends."

"Fine," she said.

Archie turned out to be a good company. He was eager to know everything about her favourite books and tropes she liked and disliked. They spent some amount of time talking before parting. Afterwards, in her room, Therese tried reading a story about a paranormal romance between an elf and a human girl. Whenever she tried to imagine the elvish prince, his face had pencil mustache and Archie's confident smile. Therese ended up moving her hand down into her panties, pushing her finger between her plump pussy lips and rubbing herself to orgasm.

On the next day Therese wore a vintage red and blue plaid dress with long sleeves.

"Good morning!" Archie greeted her.

They had breakfast together, during which they agreed to go for a walk together, this time towards the cliffs near shore. They walked and talked even more. Archie was knowledgeable about classical literature. He was entertained learning the plots of Therese's favourite books. Archie himself remained quite misterious, never revealing the reason for his stay at the hotel. Afterwards they had lunch and agreed to meet for dinner. Therese went to her room and tried to read. Again, she couldn't concentrate. She thought about conversations with Archie, and how charming and respectful he was. Of course, it was very romantic, but...

"You're not fooling me, Archie!" Therese thought.

It was quite clear where it was all going. Archie was fantasizing of her, dreaming of fucking her. Did Therese want sex? Men weren't that good in bed anyway. Mischievous smile appeared on Therese's lips. She had power over him while she wasn't giving Archie what he wanted. Why ruin everything? Therese had a better plan - she will watch him try and try day after day until she leaves. She giggled.

Let him keep trying. Her clit was tingling thinking about it. Therese's started to rub herself again.

That afternoon they had dinner, had another enjoyable conversation with Archie, after which both went upstairs. This time Archie followed her to her room. Therese stopped at her door.

"See you tomorrow, Archie," she said.

"We don't have to part yet," he replied.

Archie reached behind her and opened the door, then gently pushed her inside. That took Therese by surprise.

"I hope you don't mind," he said, when the door closed behind him.

"I actually..."

Therese stepped back until the wall stopped her. Archie stared into her eyes. He neared his face closer until their lips almost touched. Therese could smell his fancy cologne.

"How dare you," she whispered. "Leave!"

Therese felt anger brewing inside her. This man was dissapointingly rude. She needed to make him leave, and then she would stop speaking with him, forever, she decided. She wouldn't stop rubbing herself to the thoughts of him, but she wouldn't give him satisfaction of having sex with her.

"I do want to fuck you," Archie whispered, looking in her eyes.

Therese's heart beat faster. Roguish devil! She needed to make him know that he would never get what he wanted. For some reason, Therese said a line that could as well be found on pages of one of her books.

"I would rather be dead, than give myself to you!" she announced.

"We have a deal!"

"What?"

Therese's eyes widened.

"We have a deal," Archie repeated. "Before fucking you, I will kill you."

"What are you talking about?"

Archie started unbuttoning his jacket.

"I think I will strangle you. Unless you have another proposal."

Therese's heart was racing. She was breathing heavily, and her breasts were touching Archies chest when they rose as she inhaled. He wasn't touching her yet, but she still felt she couldn't escape.

"You must be joking!"

Archie pulled his belt out of the belt loops.

"My belt will tighten on your neck, Therese, and, as you will start losing consciousness, I will fondle into your fat tits," he explained.

Then Archie actually started wrapping the belt around Therese's neck. It smelled of leather. Therese started shaking. She imagined his hands caressing her body, without her consent.

"Then, dear, I will move my hand between your plump thighs and sink my fingers into your pudgy pussy, right through the fabric of your dress."

The thought that he wasn't joking hit Therese as a lightning. Archie was preparing to strangle her. Unnecessary thoughts raced through her head. She would be dying in one of her favourite dresses. Or maybe he was talking only about initial stages of strangling and he would undress her naked before death?

"I changed my mind," Therese muttered. "Let's have sex!"

"The deal is the deal, Therese."

The belt tightened, and she felt the metal of the belt buckle under the chin. Archie pulled the belt, and pulling Therese with him towards the bed.

"Don't worry, I will be gentle," he said.

Therese stumbled at the side of the bed, lost balance and fell on the sheets.

"I will use all your holes for my pleasure," he said. "I will use them all night long, even when you will not be feeling anything. There's a lot of meat to fuck."

She imagined she should fight for her life, but somehow she couldn't make her to do anything. Archie's hand moved over her legs, pushing the skirt up.

"Wait, please..." Therese tried to object. "Ughk!"

The belt tightened around her throat. Under the skirt, Archie's hand slid over her hip and grabbed her ass cheek. Therese feebly grabbed at her neck, the belt, Archie's hands. He was handling her body as if she belonged to him. He was pulling her dress up, turning her body on one side or another as he needed to pull it higher. He had removed the jacket, and she could feel stronger aroma of his cologne.

"I cannot escape anymore," Therese calmly realised.

She heard his voice again.

"Did I mention, that I will viciously devour your ass?" Archie told her. "Those globes of flesh are irresistible."

Therese wondered if that meant he would fuck her asshole first. That seemed to be so, because Archie turned her on her belly. Therese could feel his hands sink into her butt. Lack of air made her lungs hurt. Her eyes rolled up, and her body started to tremble. It seemed he really liked her ass. She felt warmth of Archie's dick, as he massaged it between her butt cheeks. Every touch felt deep and sensual.

"It would be great to cum for the last time," Therese thought.

The belt didn't let her speak. She understood, Archie wouldn't care about her wishes. Therese's chaotic thoughts revolved around Archie's dick. Strange thought came to her mind - it felt disrespectful that he didn't want to fuck her while she was facing him. He did promise he would use all her holes, but did he really had to start with the ass?

Just as Therese had had this revelation, Archie stopped massaging his dick between her ass cheeks and turned her body around again. The sense of balance and gravity was slipping from Therese's mind. She managed to grasp that now she was laying on her back, across the bed. Archie pulled the dress all the way up, until it was bunched together at her armpits. Therese felt Archie lift her bra. Her tits fell out, and his fingers played with her hyper sensitive nipples. Archies mustache brushed on her skin as he sucked a mouthful of her tit. Therese wanted to tell him that she would have let him fuck her, if she knew it would feel this good. Her lungs hurt though. She could only gargle, saliva escaped her mouth and oveflew her lips. The weight of Archie's body was pressing over her. His dick rubbed at her pussy, parted the lips and entered her.

"He did choose the pussy after all," Therese thought.

Archie started thrusting, at first slowly, then faster. The dick moved inside her. His breath touched her, as he started hungrily kissing her saliva-wet lips.

"He's kissing me... He likes me..."

This was her last thought. It was only the beginning of her night with Archie, even if she wasn't able to feel it anymore. The hotel staff could hear creaking of the bedframe from the floor above.

Early next morning Archie left behind the cum filled and covered corpse, niceley wrapped in bedsheets, and checked out from the hotel.