Teri's Last Night Out

Posted by BlueLips on June 26, 20011 at 21:41:54:

Teri was a pro at this. She was a slut and she wanted it advertised. Her eyes burned at every attractive man, fluttering, sultry, her mascara thick and her eye shadow overdone in coppery layers. The extensions on her nails were polished a seductive red.

The club was bouncing tonight, music thumping loudly. Teri just waited at the bar, nursing a drink. The bartender was a woman, so Teri had quietly asked her to make this drink weak; she had a feeling she'd be getting many others bought for her that night.

And she was right. One man after another approached, bought her a drink, took her to the floor to dance. She gave each one their time, then excused herself, seductively running a hand down his arm or allowing him to kiss the inside of her perfumed wrist. The idea was to leave each one with a promise of something more to come. That way, she'd be sure to have her pick at the end of the night.

After midnight, the club was still hopping and noisy. Teri took a breather at the bar, a rare quiet moment as she waited for her next suitor. She noticed the petite girl bartender on the phone, texting but still glancing her way repeatedly. The bartender nodded at her phone, as if texting someone "Yes," then suddenly approached Teri with a big, warm smile.

"Hey," the bartender said, leaning over to show off the cleavage under her black T-shirt. "Looks like you're having a good night."

Teri shrugged. "Not bad," she said, smugly.

"Wanna take a breather? There's an office in the back, you could cool your heels for a few minutes."

As much fun as Teri was having teasing the guys, a few minutes to herself sounded good. The club would still be open for hours. Maybe she'd blow one guy in the alley and go home with a different one.

The office behind the bar was spare but comfortable, and surprisingly insulated from the music outside. Teri collaped in a leather chair and slipped off her high heels. "Whew, that feels good," she said.

The bartender took a bottle out from a desk and poured a shot. "On the house," she said. "It's sweet. You'll like it."

Teri had her doubts, but she downed the drink gratefully and slammed the glass onto a desk. "Smooth," she said.

"It's our specialty," the bartender said. Then, to Teri's surprise, the girl leaned forward and patted Teri on the cheek, condescendingly. "You have a good night, cutie," she said. Then she left, and Teri thought she heard her locking the door behind her.

"Well, that was weird," Teri thought. "Maybe I should go." She stood up and felt immediately dizzy. Her ankles wobbled and before she knew it, she had hit the ground. "Wha-? What...?" She lifted herself up but quickly crumpled again, unconscious.

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Teri awoke, her face stinging. She was being slapped, again, again. Someone rousing her.

She grunted, sniffed. She was having some trouble breathing, and she slowly realized it was something in her mouth. She was sitting up, but as she tried to turn -- her hands. Something on her writsts...

With a start, Teri came around completely. Piece by piece, she realized her situation. She was seated with her hands tied to the back of a chair, and the chair didn't seem movable, as if it were bolted into the floor. A belt, like a seat belt, was tight around her bare waist and her feet rested, unrestrained, on the cold floor. Faintly, she could hear the thumping sounds of the club music, drifting distantly from the ceiling. She had to be at least two stories beneath the club.

She stiffened at what she saw: a dark room, gray stone walls. Harsh light in her face -- not blinding, but irritating, as if to spotlight her. Beyond the light, shadows... a camera on a tripod? And a human figure she couldn't make out. Quickly, she realized why: It appeared to be a large man, dressed in black head to toe, with a black hood over his head.

Teri shrieked into her gag, then spoke in muffled tones. "Where am I? What's going on?" -- none of it intelligible through the gag. She squirmed hard, trying to find leeway.

The man nodded, but not to her. Teri twisted around and vaguely saw another large, hooded figure. She was getting more scared by the second. "Mmmph!! MMMMPHHH!!" she shrieked, uselessly.

The second man wasted no time. From behind, he reached over her and grabbed her top, forcefully ripping it open. Her pert breasts nearly spilled out of her push-up bra. "NNGGGGGG!!!" she screamed in panic, shutting her eyes tight. Now Teri knew she was in over her head. She had to get out of here.

She knew what would come next: the man grabbed her bra and roughly raked it upwards, forcing it over her breasts, exposing them. Teri stopped kicking and whimpered helplessly. She'd be willing to let them both fuck her if she could only leave. They had to let her go if she went along, right?

Slowly, the man unfastened the bra and removed it from her torso. Teri was calming, slowly, and tried to speak. "I'll do anything," she ventured, as best she could.

Neither man seemed to notice. And now, the one behind her was doing something... she felt the brush of fabric against her collarbone. The bra. He had it near her neck now. He was moving it...

Moving it around her neck. Looping it.

Teri's eyes widened. In a sudden flash of clarity, she finally noticed the red light on the camera. She was being filmed.

Quickly, the bra was pulled tight around her neck. Her muffled yell was cut off: "NNNNG- G-K-K-K--K---"

At first, she almost didn't know what to do. She sat almost still, her eyes flickering around the room in confusion. But after a few seconds, the uncomfortable feeling started building in her lungs. Teri pitched forward, her legs trying to kick out but restrained against the chair. Small grunts came from somewhere deep in her closed throat. Teri's eyes widened, and she started blinking fast, almost trying to deny what was happening.

Soon, her lungs were burning. Teri struggled side to side as best she could, but the chair was anchored too tightly to the floor. Her heart raced with adrenaline, and she started to panic. She felt herself getting dizzy. Oh god, I'm going to die! she thought. This is the end!

Then, suddenly, it stopped. Her attacker let go of the rope and Teri fell forward slightly, hands still anchored behind her and holding her up. Her dark red hair flickered against the sides of her face. She felt the man untying her gag, and she spat out the cloth in her mouth. She tried to scream, but her bruised throat produced only weak grunts.

The man pulled her back by the hair. She saw the other man, still working the camera, just staring coldly at her.

Teri's attacker had dropped the bra, and now he was holding a thin rope in one hand, which he slowly looped around her throat. "No," she grunted. "What do you want? Why are you doing this?"

"Don't worry, slut," the man behind her said as he crossed the ends of the rope, forming a small knot that closed gently underneath Teri's chin. "You just do what comes naturally. We've got plenty of customers who'll pay to watch you perform."

She felt the rope start to tighten around her neck. "Oh god," she yelled, her voice beginning to recover. "No! Please! HELP ME!"

This time, he pulled the ligature slowly. Teri managed a few more words as her throat was squeezed: "Stop! Stop! Pleeease...." The last word faded out in a painful, awful wheeze. Teri gasped and gasped again, hearing a rasping sound with each brief inhale and exhale. The man had pulled the rope just tight enough to let her get air, but not enough air.

Her breaths were coming in small, shallow gasps, and the air wasn't enough. Teri struggled against the ropes, her whole body shaking as her arms and legs instinctively strove to get free. She managed to mouth the word "stop" over and over again, but she couldn't actually speak. All her concentration was going towards just trying to keep breathing, breathing...

But the tiny bits of air weren't enough, and soon the burning started building back up in her lungs. She knew now what to expect, and that somehow made it worse.

She twisted back and forth in the chair sharply, arms and legs spasming in agony. She realized her mouth was wide open, as were her eyes.

It seemed to last for several minutes. Then the rope eased just for an instant, and Teri found herself gulping two deep breaths, silently. Then, suddenly, the rope snapped tight, much tighter than before.

Teri's throat closed more completely than it had during the bra strangle. Now she was going to experience true, complete asphyxiation.

She could make no sound at all. The burning in her lungs built up more quickly than ever before. Panic set in. Teri opened her mouth in a wide, silent scream. Her chest heaved again and again, trying to breathe in or out, but in vain. She felt her tongue begin to protrude with the effort, sticking out grotesquely.

Teri's mind was in hysterics, feeling only fear and agony. Her eyes were impossibly wide with fear, pupils dilated. Her legs spasmed tightly, again and again, helplessly trying to kick out. Her torso lurched to one side or the other, no longer trying to consciously escape but simply reacting to the horrible pain burning in her chest.

Her head kept bowing forward, but the man used the cord to lift her face slightly, to keep her facing the camera and the light. Teri noticed everything getting brighter, as if the light were dissolving the room. There was nothing peaceful about her final conscious moments. Everything turned white, as if the room were consumed in fire. Her whole body stiffened, quivering tensely. Her wide eyes began to cross as her mind lost its last shred of control. Her tongue was fully extended, curled to one side. Her world ended, drowning in pain and horror.

The man kept the rope tight. Teri's stiff body shook violently, then was still. Still he kept the rope tight. Another spasm, then another. A long pause, and then her body violently quaked, practically bouncing in the chair. Her crossed eyes shifted slightly upwards, and her tongue managed to inch outward just a little more.

She stopped. The man still kept the rope tight, breathing heavily with the effort, as mild tremors rippled through Teri's body. Finally, she was still. He let go. Teri's head pitched downwards to her chest. He grabbed her hair and lifted her face pack up, tilting her neck to the side. The camera stayed on her frozen, agonized face for about a minute, then shut off.

The men's work was complete, yet again. One packed the camera back up while the other tied a plastic bag tight around Teri's head, making sure she wouldn't revive. He freed her ankles first, then her arms, then pushed the body to the side. Teri's corpse hit the floor in a heap. He pulled her knees to her chest, rolling her up in a ball to prepare for her disposal. Like the others, she would be stuffed into two layers of garbage bags and tossed into the club's dumpster. Teri's last night out was over.