Posted by BlueLips on May 05, 2009 at 11:27:12:
Eve twisted the chain tight around the rail, then secured the second cuff to Clover's free wrist. "Thanks," Clover said, blushing. "I wasn't able to get it tight enough."
"You just have to get used to it," Eve said, knowingly. She paused to savor the taller girl's figure, her dark, flowing hair, her full breasts. Clover had chosen to go topless with a dark garter belt tonight, showing off her pubic fuzz. High heels, of course, which looked even sexier with her ankles, spread apart, cuffed securely to two of the vertical posts that held the rail up. Eve squeezed Clover's breast.
"I can't believe we're really going through with this," Clover said. "Me either," Eve said. She licked Clover's nipple, and Clover closed her eyes with a small "ooh" of pleasure.
The two women were in a small, plush room, with velvety red walls. A wooden bar ran the length of the room horizontally, like a dancer's practice bar but much thicker and sturdier. This was what Clover was now tied to. The entire wall Clover faced was covered with a mirror. Clover studied her own bound figure, legs spread, breasts bobbing slightly as she wiggled in her chains.
Then she watched as Eve took her position to Clover's left. Eve was much more experienced, a long time visitor to this special club for ladies. Most of the women came here to enjoy each other and to get serviced by the male staff, but Eve liked the special services it offered as well. She had met Clover only recently at the club but had found her curious and open-minded. Now the two of them would share the ultimate experience, one Eve had been saving for just the right companion.
Eve was wearing a sheer black bra, her pert nipples easily visible through the fabric. She also wore sheer panties, so thin as to clearly reveal her shaved lips underneath, but she started by removing these. She wouldn't want them in the way.
Even spread her ankles apart and bent down to snap them into the secure cuffs at the bottom of the rail's vertical support bars. Then, standing with her legs apart, she expertly wrapped the handcuff chains tightly around the rail and secured herself, just as she'd done to Clover.
The women looked at one another in the mirror and smiled. Clover took a deep breath. "I'm so nervous," she said. "I can't wait."
"I've got butterfiles too," Eve said, to the surprise of her novice companion. "I've been waiting for this for a long time."
It was true. Eve had been in this room many times, often with other women, but only now had she asked for the club's most exclusive service. She had requested her favorite worker, Carlos, to do the honors. She knew he could please her, and she felt a bond of friendship with him. What better choice could there be?
A door to the side of the room opened, and Carlos entered, bare-chested and muscular. He shut the door and greeted both women with a nod of the head. Eve liked that he worked mostly in silence, but his touch was warm and caring, and he was good at his job.
"Hello, Carlos," she said as he undressed. "Hello, angel," Carlos said. Eve liked that they had worked together enough for him to have a pet name for her. "I understand you and your friend may be here for the last time."
"That's right," Eve purred. "We can't wait to start."
Carlos didn't reply. He was going into work mode now. Naked, he approached Eve first. He nuzzled her neck and reached around her to caress her torso gently, stroking her breasts but avoiding the nipples, teasing her. Eve was swimming in pleasure already. She closed her eyes and leaned forward slightly, sticking her ass out to push against Carlos' erection. To the side, she heard Clover moan lightly.
Finally, Carlos brushed fingers against Eve's nipples. Eve gasped in delight and leaned forward a little more. I'm already ready, she realized. She felt the tip of Carlos' cock brush against her vulva. "Nnnnnh!" she moaned, her voice on an ascending arc of anticipatory pleasure. Carlos squeezed her nipples tight and brushed his cock against her again, barely penetrating the outer lips. "Yes.. yesss....." Eve whispered.
But it was all a tease. Carlos broke away and walked over to Clover, whose eyes were dilated and glazed with pleasure. Eve felt miffed, but she had secretly hoped Clover would go first, so she could watch. A little more teasing would make the experience that much better. Eve stood up straight and waited.
Clover didn't need any prompting. She bent forward. Immediately, Carlos was squeezing her breasts, caressing her nipples, and kissing her neck. "Yeah.... yeah........." Clover cried. Her body felt like it would burst with pleasure.
It seemed to last forever. Then, as Clover tried to bend forward even more, Carlos pushed his erection against her vagina. "Yes, ohhhh, yes," Clover said. Carlos pressed himself into her slowly. The pressure against her clitoris sent her into a fiery burst of pleasure. "Oh god.... oh god....."
Eve watched as Carlos began pumping. He was so workmanlike, so professional. She wasn't even sure if he came during these sessions. Eve watched, both directly and in the mirror, enjoying the sight of Clover's breasts bouncing rhythmically. Clover's eyes were shut tight and she was grunting with every thrust, deeply enjoying her last fuck. Eve squirmed in her chains, wishing she could rub her clit.
Finally Carlos asked, "Shall I begin, mistress?" "Yes, yes!" Clover cried. Carlos stopped pumping for a moment and untied a colorful silken scarf that was knotted around the rail next to Clover. He gently wrapped it around her neck. Clover was watching in the mirror now, trembling with anticipation.
Carlos wrapped a small knot against the front of Clover's throat, then slowly pulled the scarf tight. At first, Clover felt only the pressure but was able to breathe clearly. Gradually, she felt resistance and heard herself wheeze. "Eve, it's really happening!" Clover said. She inhaled once more, with difficulty, and then there was silence.
Eve was long practiced in erotic asphyxiation. She had done it at the club many times, alone, with other women, and with Carlos. Clover was a relative novice, but she wanted nothing more than to experience the ultimate high. Carlos began thrusting inside her again, and pleasure shot through her body. Clover heard a tiny grunt escape her own lips, the last sound she would ever make. Her air was cut off.
Clover watched in the mirror as her mouth slowly opened more, and more, involuntarily. She felt the burning sensation start in her lungs, and her eyes widened. Against her will, her hands tried to shoot upwards to her neck, but the handcuffs stopped her, and Eve's work with the chains guaranteed that Clover couldn't even move her wrists.
The burning in her lungs deepened, which only heightened the pleasure. She had been thrusting slightly back against Carlos but found she couldn't any more. Her legs were feeling weak. Her mouth was opened wider than she had ever seen it before. Her legs spasmed once. She needed air so badly, but the pleasure... she didn't want it to stop.
Carlos paused and asked, in a clear, even voice, "Shall I continue?" He was required to do this. Most women said no.
"Yes," Clover screamed, but only inside her head. What was wrong? Why had Carlos stopped? In her haze, she remembered she couldn't speak, so she nodded her head. At first it was barely perceptible, but to make sure, she nodded again, in an exaggerated sweep. Carlos resumed his pumping and kept the scarf tight. Clover nodded several more times. She didn't want him to misunderstand. She was going to go all the way.
The pain was unbearable, but so was the pleasure. The desire for air and the desire for orgasm were one and the same. Clover realized she was having trouble seeing anything. She concentrated and managed to view herself in the mirror. Her eyes were crossing. She hadn't noticed her tongue falling out, but there it was, sticking out to the side.
Clover's arms spasmed. Her body rebelled and began to shake. Everything around her was disappearing except the pain and the pleasure, which were combining into one overwhelming sensation. Her upper body quivered as Carlos sped up his pumping. Then her hips joined in, but in a different way, in deep, rhythmic pulses as her body surged into orgasm. It was the best one she had ever felt. In her mind, Clover cried out with ecstasy.
When Clover's hips stopped pulsing, Carlos pulled out of her. He held the scarf tight as her body slowly relaxed, then spasmed suddenly. Then, she was still. Clover was dead.
"Mmmmm, yes!" Eve sighed. "Goodbye, Clover." She took one last look at Clover's twisted face, eyes bulging, cheeks blue. Then Carlos gently leaned Clover's body forward. Clover's corpse slumped quietly against the rail.
Now Carlos approached Eve and began the ritual again, rubbing her breasts, then her nipples. "It's about time," Eve whispered intensely. "Oh, Carlos. Do it to me, Carlos. I want to be next."
Carlos pushed his cock into her slowly, and Eve felt the pleasure rush most strongly than usual. "Carlos... Oh... OH!!!"she squeaked. Then her body tensed, and Eve realized she was cumming. Just a small orgasm, not enough to satisfy her completely. Carlos waited until her quivering stopped. Eve didn't want him to think she was done, though. "Go ahead. Keep going," she panted.
Eve leaned forward on her elbows as Carlos began pumping. She waited patiently for her body to respond, for the slickness to start feeling good again. There it was. Little sparks of warmth coming from her clit. Eve stood up straighter, careful not to interrupt Carlos' work. "Do it now," she said. "I want it now, Carlos!"
The second colorful scarf was tied on Eve's side of the rail. Carlos undid it and wrapped it around her neck, as he'd done to Clover. Slowly, he pulled it tight, as he had done to her many times before. "That's right," Eve grunted, before her windpipe squeezed shut.
Calmly, Eve watched herself in the mirror. Carlos worked behind her, machine-like. Gradually, Eve felt the discomfort build in her lungs. Her mouth and eyes slowly widened. She loved watching this happen to herself. She had done it so many times. And now....
But something was wrong. Even as Eve felt the pleasure welling up in her loins, she knew this didn't feel right. Carlos was performing well as always. She knew the feeling in her clit would lead to a good, slow orgasm. The burning in her lungs was the same. And watching Clover had been a deeply erotic experience.
Slowly, Eve began to realize. She loved seeing another woman die. But she didn't want to die herself.
This was new. Eve had always assumed her erotic games would end in death. She masturbated to the thought all the time, and frequently played snuff scenarios with the other women at the club. But faced with the real thing, she knew she could not go through with it.
Carlos paused. "Shall I continue, angel?"
Eve couldn't breathe, and for the first time, the thought scared her. Eve shook her head no. She mouthed, clearly, "NO!" She shook her head again, in wide, deliberate sweeps.
Carlos didn't let go of the scarf, and he began pumping again. "NO!" Eve mouthed to him. "STOP! STOP!" She shook her head again, violently. "STOP!" She could see herself in the mirror. She could see Carlos watching her eyes, her face. How could he not understand? "STOP! CARLOS, STOP!"
Eve's eyes and mouth widened more, her expression turning into one of fear. She'd gotten off on this sight so many times before. This time, seeing her own face like, seeing herself losing control, was plunging her into terror.
She had no way of knowing. Carlos had made love to hundreds of women at this club, played asphyx games with a large percentage of them, and had even killed more than his share. But they had all gone voluntarily. Carlos had wondered, for a long time, what it would be like to dispatch one of the ladies against her will, just once. And now, with one of his favorites, he had his chance.
Eve was standing up straight now, her arms fighting against the chains she had tied so tightly. Her fingers were trembling uncontrollably. Carlos managed to keep his balance and stay inside her, still thrusting, still holding the scarf tight. The burning in Eve's lungs was beyond unbearable. She shook her head again and again. I have to get out of here! she thought.
Her blood chilled as something dawned on her. The club knew what she had come here for. None of the rooms had cameras or bugs, for privacy. No one expected her to come out of here alive. No one would do anything, and she would disappear just as she'd intended. There was nothing she could do.
Eve went into a full panic. Her mouth opened into a yawing, silent scream. She kept trying to shake her head, but she was losing control of her muscles, and instead her head shook to one side or the other in little jerking motions. She could feel herself approaching orgasm, and yet she didn't want it. The agony in her lungs was the worst she had ever felt, and still it kept building. She desperately needed to breathe.
In the mirror, Eve saw her own eyes begin to cross. She saw a dark, gruesome tongue sticking out of her gaping mouth. Her lips and cheeks were nearly purple. She could barely recognize herself, and what she saw heightened her terror. She knew she was watching herself die. The burning agony consumed her, blinding her, pushing the pleasure out of her brain even as her body continued to react to Carlos. She knew nothing but pain and horror.
Eve's body began to twitch violently. Her arms and legs
were shaking, and her torso shook with hard spasms. Still Carlos kept
the scarf tight, kept thrusting into her. Then, just as Clover had, the
spasms doubled in ferocity and Eve's hips pulsed deeply, her body
cumming joylessly as she died.