Posted by Thanatos on April 23, 2001 at 16:13:09:
SEX TOY (c) Thanatos 1999
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She bought it mail order, on the Internet. 'The Beast' it called itself, and when it arrived a few days later she took it out of the box and inspected it. The bottom part looked like a powerful vibrator, with straps to hold it in place once it was inserted, and a thick wire led up to a collar that went round her neck. The collar had a bulge in it at the back that contained a powerful electric motor to wind it slowly closed around her neck.
She read the instructions. It seemed simple enough, and she was starting to feel, well, interested in using it. The idea really appealed to her, she often had fantasies about being choked during sex, and the thought of being gently strangled while being vibrated at the same time was enough to make her feel weak at the knees. There was a small control knob at the throat, and it was graduated 1 thru 10, with a red bar after 8. ON NO ACCOUNT TAKE THE SETTING OVER 8, said the instructions, with a little graphic of a female choking to death under the warning. Funnily enough, the thought of the danger just made her even more excited, and she took the phone off the hook and went upstairs to try it out.
What to wear? she wondered in her bedroom. Nothing? No, her favorite fantasies always involved her being attacked and raped, and she flicked idly through her wardrobe as she wondered what to dress up in. Before they split up, her and her boyfriend had been into all sorts of things, and she smiled as she found the cop uniform, swimsuits and other outfits that had given him such a turn-on. No, it had to be... the Nazi bitch outfit, she decided, and she flung the uniform on the bed as she stripped off and prepared to strap the vibrator to herself.
After some gentle persuasion, it went in quite easily; she was even wetter than she realized, and with a bit of pushing and relaxing, she got it all the way in, and fastened up the straps round her waist and crotch that would hold it in place. It felt huge inside her. Then she pulled on some black pantyhose over it. She fastened the collar round her neck, following the instructions carefully, and then put on a crisp white shirt and red armband, then a wickedly short black skirt. Now, boots or shoes? She knew she would be thrashing about a lot, so it had to be boots, and she selected a pair of high-heeled black ones that came up to her knees, and slowly pulled them on. She smiled at the memory of the last time she had done this for him; he had completely lost control when she wore this outfit, and they had done it four times in one night, fucking her every way he could.
She stood in front of the mirror and inspected herself. She looked every inch the perfect Nazi bitch, complete with blond hair, white shirt, short skirt and boots, and the only sign of the equipment was the black collar round her neck, which kind of suited anyway. So now what? She plugged the trailing power cord into the wall socket, and lay back on her bed, staring up at the ceiling mirror, that showed a beautiful Nazi bitch looking down at her. She cautiously turned the knob at her throat to '1', and waited to see what would happen.
At first, a gentle hum came from the vibrator, so gentle it was barely a tickle. She was already moist, and the gently stimulation relaxed her and a warm glow spread out over her body. She shifted gently on the bed, opening her legs and running her fingers over her nipples beneath the white shirt. She closed her eyes, and thought of her fantasy, and in it, she was being attacked. Her hands rubbed her nipples harder now as she imagined being overpowered, and then other hands were feeling her, and running over her boots and up her thighs, pushing up her skirt.
She opened her eyes to slits, and pulled up her skirt, and the sensation of it being pulled up, exposing her sexual organs to the trauma of rape, started making her terribly excited. As if reading her mind, the vibrator stepped up a notch, and the humming became a more powerful throbbing, that sent delicious waves of excitement into her clitoris.
'Mmmmmmm...' she murmured, admiring her reflection, and she unbuttoned her shirt, then a button resisted, and she pulled it off, then another, then all the rest, in a rush of abandon that was sending her down a dizzy slope.
She was breathing heavily now, and the vibrator started to go even faster, and then it started to slide in and out, slowly at first, then faster and faster, and each time it thrust in, a powerful buzzing was delivered to her clitoris. Now she understood what the straps were for. It was astonishingly realistic, and she gasped with pleasure and anticipation as it slowly and deliciously raped her. She arched her back, and gazed up at her image in the mirror. Her shirt was wide open, her firm breasts exposed and her nipples hard and erect, and her booted legs were writhing on the cover as she started to pant.
Then she closed her eyes and imagined how her attacker would put his hands round her throat, and start to choke her. Incredibly, the collar round her neck began to constrict, but she was too excited to wonder how; all she cared about was the delicious tightening at her throat, and the increasing urgency of the sliding sensation that filled her, released her, filled, her, released her at an increasing speed. It was unbelievably tormenting, and she writhed and groaned on the bed with wicked pleasure as the sex toy played with her.
'No, no, please,...' she murmured, but all she wanted was for the squeezing to continue, to tighten and tighten, and for the thrusting to keep on going.
Now the collar was getting really tight, and she felt her breathing constricted, and she became very excited, her vaginal juices flowing freely now, her legs quivering in her long boots, her hands at the throat, pretending to stop herself from being choked. The vibrator's thrusting became more eager, more forceful, more... REAL, until in her mind, she was being raped, and the abandon took her, and she tried to cry out, to beg it to stop, but the collar was getting even tighter, and she couldn't breath.
'Yes.... yesss...' she croaked out, her last words, and in the image on the ceiling, the control knob clicked over of its own accord to '10'. Too late, she realized she was at the mercy of the malevolent machine, and she scrabbled frantically with her fingers at the knob, but it wouldn't move, and the vibrator was bucking away inside her, and she was heading headlong towards a massive orgasm. The vibrator began delivering gentle electric shocks to her clitoris now, and she convulsed in delight and fear as her clitoris was gently but deliciously shocked with every thrust. She had never experienced anything like it, she didn't want it to stop, but the collar was tightening too, little by little with every thrust.
She tried to get up, to somehow get to the power cord, but oxygen deprivation was getting to her, and everything seemed to go sharp and very small as she gave in to the abandon, to the pleasure, and she watched herself in the mirror, she watched this other person kick and struggle and gasp as she was raped and strangled to delicious death. She tossed her head from side to side, not a breath of air left now, and things were going red and misty. The orgasm was building now, and she watched her nipples swell and harden, until they were red and engorged, and her fingernails flicked over them, then scraped over them, then tore at them in a delighted frenzy. But still the wonderful rape carried on, and the glorious, evil choking, and the orgasm rose until it felt like was going to burst.
NOWWWWW, she wanted to scream, but the scream wouldn't come out, and she writhed in exquisite agony on the bed, her orgasm choked inside her, unable to let itself out, and she bucked and thrashed in her sexy Nazi uniform, dying and yet living, and the orgasm grew and grew, swelling inside her, filling her with a desire so great she couldn't possibly hold it all, it had to burst, it had to, she had to, she HAD TO... then everything went black, and red, and black, and red, and in a flickering of dark light, she came:
O H H H H H H H H H H H H
R E L E A S E
...and the pent-up orgasm gushed up and overwhelmed her in a dark and deadly tide that erupted from her vagina and clitoris, spreading through her uterus, and arching her back, rising up through her until it met the tightening noose at her neck, until it felt like her brain was exploding... it went on, and on, and on, and she was impaled on it, and devoured by it, and bathed it its deadly flame, time slowing until she was watching herself in slow motion in the mirror as her struggles lessened, and failed, motionless now, the face slack, the eyes wide open in fear and pleasure, the legs wide apart.
Then like an elevator descending into hell, the image of her body fell away from her, and she wanted to cry out, to shout for help, for anyone. But the noose at her throat clicked into its final notch, and her fate was sealed, and her life spiraled down and away, and was gone, and the body on the bed lay motionless, beautiful in death as in life.
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