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Breathe
Mena closed the driver side door and turned on the overhead light to check over her grocery list. Check, check and check. She hadn't forgotten to write anything down. Satisfied, she crumpled the thin slip of paper into her purse, set the overhead dome lamp back on the "door" setting, and slipped the key into the ignition. Mena Kaufman only had the chance to run the starter for one second, only allowing the car to growl "Rrrrr!" in vain just once, for her hands lost their grip on the wheel and key respectively when what felt like a thin wire slipped over her head and tightened around her neck. After a few seconds during which she could only sit still in shock, Mena brought her hands to her neck and attempted to loosen the wire that was choking her. It was no use. It was too thin and too tightly wound around her neck. She tried to scream but her attacker was choking her too tightly for her to even whimper. She winced in pain as the cord dug into her neck. She could hear him now. His breathing was slow and heavy, alerting her that he was probably enjoying this on some level. He had to be enjoying this. Any common thug would merely flash a gun or a knife to gain access to her purse or gain ownership of her car. This person--a man, she decided from his scent and the nature of the act--had waited until the right moment and slipped into her backseat unnoticed with a wire or cord of some sort to accomplish his task. This was the work of a psychopath or pervert of some sort. She reached behind the seat, grabbing wildly at air in an attempt to hurt him by scratching or pinching... she didn't know what. It was useless. Although she was tall, her arms were not long enough to let her do more than scratch the surface of his jeans. She tried to lean forward, but her assailant held fast. He tugged at the wire harder, pulling the back of her head into the headrest. She was at the mercy of this man, completely powerless to prevent her own murder, if that was what her attacker wished to carry out. A single tear budded and flowed down her beautiful young face. Worse than the feeling of suffocation was the tightness of her noose. The pain of the thin wire cutting into her neck was almost unbearable. She was no stranger to the loss of oxygen. She had played these games before, both by herself and with a partner, but those times always followed lots of preparation and long conversations on safety. This man was strangling her too tightly, and furthermore, she had no clue as to his identity and thusly, if he would stop before it was too late. For these reasons, Mena was very upset with how wet she had gotten. She grew angry and ashamed at herself because of how her body was reacting to this. However, just as she had no control over her breathing at the moment, she had little control over how wet her cunt was becoming or over the fact that she was approaching orgasm. She closed her eyes tight and tried to focus on how much trouble she was in if this man intended to take her life. It was no use. The sound of his breathing, her restricted airflow, her powerlessness... she opened her mouth to scream "No," but, of course, she could make no sound at all. The only sound she made was the scuttling of her hands and the thumping of her legs as she convulsed wildly, cumming in the driver's seat of her car while being strangled. A high-pitched noise seemed to ring in her ears as her vision darkened and she couldn't tell if it was from the strength of her orgasm or whether she was about to lose consciousness. She just bucked in her seat from the sensations flowing through her body, hoping it was the former. Mena noticed almost immediately when the wire was loosened. Thanking god it was over, she sucked in a huge amount of air and exhaled just as quickly. Then the wire tightened again. "Fuck!" she thought. "No! That's not fair!" Mena had received a small break, yes, but not enough to let her body's oxygen level return to normal. She had gained only a few dozen more seconds of consciousness. This was almost worse than if he hadn't let her have a breath at all. He was only teasing her. Yet, it pushed her over the edge again. Mena wriggled and jumped in her seat violently, kicking her right leg up from under the steering wheel and letting it flop around the dashboard. As her orgasm subsided, tears of pain and frustration flowed down her face. Neither Mena nor the man behind her could tell that her face was turning purple in the darkness; nor could they see how bloodshot her eyes were becoming, but Mena sure felt it. She felt lightheaded and tried to fight this feeling of doom. Her hands clawed wildly behind her, trying to determine if it was her attacker or the backseat when she felt something grace her fingernails. Every muscle in her body squeezed and contracted, including her bladder, which squirted out urine onto her seat in spurts. She was losing energy. Her arms felt heavy and she just twitched in her seat, blinking heavily. She felt her bowels move themselves, but was powerless to prevent this from happening. She relaxed as her need to breathe seemed to disappear and her warm, soft bowel movement soothed her buttocks and genitalia, which still tingled from her orgasms. Jerry Denzer let go of the wire, letting it drop to the floor of the car. He crawled into the front seat of the car, leaning over Mena Kaufman's still body. He knew he hadn't killed her--he knew almost exactly how much she could take--but Jerry silently cursed himself for holding on a few seconds too long. He had played a little too close for comfort. Mena exhaled, her eyes still closed. She sucked in a little breath. Then she coughed. Jerry let the front seat recline fully as Mena coughed herself back to life. He slowly pushed up her skirt and slid down her messy panties as gracefully as he could. Jerry stroked her hair and reassured her while wiping her vulva clean with his hand. When he thought it sufficiently clean, he unzipped his pants and slid his fully erect dick into her pussy. "It's alright," he whispered, "It's okay." Her breathing and heart rate returned to normal and she looked up at him. Jerry slid in and out, already halfway to orgasm. Mena recognized her boyfriend and remembered mentioning to him that she'd liked to be strangled someday, without knowing when and where. She smiled, too weak to speak or grind back against him, and let him have his way with her. Just before he came, she achieved orgasm one more time. Warning: this story is based on speculation, not experience. Do not try erotic asphyxiation without an experienced partner in the room, or don't try it at all. Never try nonconsensual asphyxiation... ever. |