(edited and reposted)
Emma’s heart was in her chest as Miss Scott led her to the door marked Authorized Personnel Only and opened it. “Follow me, please,” she stated firmly and Emma followed her inside. Her heart was in her throat, wondering what kind of trouble she was in.
She was in her red catsuit, the outfit she usually wore at the large fitness center. Normally she felt confident and sexy in it. But this time she felt timid and vulnerable. Miss Scott was the stern owner of the fitness center and she felt extremely intimidated by the woman, wondering what was about to befall her.
Miss Victoria Scott was six foot tall, a big breasted blonde whose physique seemed appropriate for the fitness center that she ran with an iron hand. During her time at the center Emma had been both leery of, and yet strangely attracted to, the cold, calculating woman. But this time was different. Miss Scott had actually caught her snooping around in the halls behind the Authorized Personnel Only door and was leading her toward… what?
Punishment? …Unemployment?
“If you want to cut me a check for my time here then I’ll just be on my way,” Emma stammered anxiously. “I know I wasn’t supposed to be snooping back here but I…”
“Silence, you nosy bitch!” her boss stated angrily. “Just come with me, my dear. We’ll deal with your curious nature MY way!”
Uh-oh. THAT did not sound promising at all! Emma gulped as she meekly followed the woman, wondering what Miss Scott was going to do to her.
She was lead into a simple white room with a carpeted floor. In the middle of the room was a small, dark cabinet. A narrow white board lay on top of it, a piece of metal crossing the tail end of the board. There were other cabinets in the corner, but this one held her attention the most. It stood out in the middle of the room rather ominously.
“Climb onto the table!” her boss ordered, pointing right at it. Emma’s eyes opened in surprise.
“You want me to climb on top of THAT?? But it’s so small!”
“NOW!” Miss Scott barked. Emma jerked with a start as she hastily complied.
For a couple of seconds she considered making a break for it by running out of the room, leaving the fitness center altogether and abandoning her severance check, and never coming back. But she was too frightened to make legs of jello spur her to flight. Secretly she was also a little curious… and more than a little aroused at her predicament.
“Lie down!” her boss ordered, and once more Emma did as she was told. She felt strangely helpless, her senses screaming at her that something was terribly wrong. But for some reason she couldn’t make herself move!
She kept trying to tell herself that since she hadn’t been fired on the spot, perhaps Miss Scott was simply going to implement a little bit of discipline, and that it wouldn’t be that bad. But as she stretched herself out onto her back on top of the white plank, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was NOT going to be pleasant.
“Arms down!” Miss Scott ordered, and she weakly lowered her arms on either side of the cabinet. That’s when she felt some sort of metal brackets sticking out on either side of the cabinet. Emma found herself wondering what the hell they were there for. Then her boss was at her side, bending down and…
CLICK! That’s when she felt something metallic clatch onto her wrist, effectively immobilizing her!
Instinctively Emma tried to rise up in alarm, but it was too late. With another CLICK, her other wrist also became attached to the corresponding metal bracket on the other side. Being secured like that instantly made her blood run cold… and her kitty run hot!
“MISS SCOTT??” she stammered as she started to struggle. “WHAT ARE YOU…?”
“LIE STILL!” the woman ordered, and Emma trembled with a fearful arousal. Then she felt the click of more handcuffs moments before she felt her right ankle being secured to the metal cross- brace on the end of the piece of wood she was lying upon. It spread her leg uncomfortably; it was no longer being supported by the length of wood below her.
“I really think I need to go home now,” Emma sputtered nervously, suddenly feeling very unsure of herself.
“You’re not going anywhere, young lady!” her boss stated firmly, “…at least not until I’ve shown you what happens to little girls who go sticking their nose where it doesn’t belong!”
“I said I was sorry!” Emma blustered indignantly. Then she trembled anew as her other leg was cuffed to the end of the board, leaving them both spread obscenely and fully secured.
Emma tried to stifle the moan that wanted to slip out past her lips. She was wet down below; did it show through her catsuit? Could Miss Scott detect how terribly aroused she was?? That would be totally embarrassing!
“Let me go!” she demanded, trying to work her courage up. “You can’t treat me like this!”
“You’re my employee!” Miss Scott replied with a sinister cackle. “I can do any damn thing I want with anyone caught nosing around! Actually I’ve been looking forward to doing this to you for a long time, you nosey little bitch! Now here you’ve gone and given me the excuse I need!”
“But I don’t wanna be here!” Emma cried out as panic started to swell inside her. “Let me go and I promise I won’t tell a soul… HONEST!”
“Shut the fuck up, you little snoop!”
“HEEELP! SOMEBODY HELP MEEEEE – GUUMMPPHH!”
This’ll shut you up!” her boss said angrily as she stuffed a black leather gag across the young woman’s mouth. Emma grunted in horror as the damned thing was strapped tightly around her head. When she was finished Miss Scott stepped back and admired her handiwork with a “My, what a pretty picture you make, all tied up and silenced like that!”
Emma started screaming “LEMME GO – LEMME GO!” But it came out in muffled grunts. A moment later she felt Miss Scott run a hand up and down her catsuited body, and she shivered with a horrific arousal. To make matters worse she felt the woman slowly run a hand down between her legs. It made her squirm like mad, moaning helplessly.
“I see there’s a part of you that likes this, my dear,” her boss said with a conspiratorial chuckle. “Not as much as I’M going to like it though, I’ll wager. Now allow me to introduce you to the best part of my asphyxiation table.” That’s when Emma’s eyes flew open in horror…
What did she say? She called this her asphyxiation table??
OHMYGAWD!!!
Emma grunted in horror, her head twisting back and forth as she wriggled like mad. It wasn’t long until her boss returned with a wicked looking contraption and waved it in front of her face. It looked like a large leather strap with a length of metal pipe hanging from the end of it.
“You see this?” her boss said with a wicked grin. “This wraps around your nosy little neck, you little tart? And do you know why? Well, here… allow me to show you!”
Emma felt the width of the strap wrap across her neck, causing her to wriggle even more as her sadistic boss secured it. Then she felt a disturbing tug on it. Emma grunted in alarm at the sense of restricted breath she had just felt.
“Did you feel that, hun?” Miss Scott said with a nasty smile as she looked down at her helpless charge. “That’s where we add the weights. Here… let me go get one and demonstrate.”
Emma’s eyes flew open wide again. She tried to cry out, “NOOOO… LET ME GO – LET ME GO!” But it only came out in muffled grunts as she helplessly twisted and turned her head.
She could just seem her tormentor walk over to the cabinet in the corner for a second time, reaching inside for some object. When Miss Scott returned Emma saw she was hefting a flat, circular weight with a slot cut into it all the way to the middle.
“See this?” her boss grinned triumphantly lifting it up for Emma to see clearly. “This goes down here.” That’s when she bent over and placed the weight onto the length of pipe that hung down from Emma’s neck.
Almost immediately she felt a tension in the strap around her throat. She stiffened in alarm, feeling as though her ability to breathe had been curtailed. Emma grunted and gurgled, trying to shake her head indicating she didn’t like it at all!
“Now I’ve got some business to attend to,” Miss Scott told her calmly. “You just stay right here and enjoy yourself until I get back, ok?” Emma’s eyes flew open in horror again; was the bitch actually going to leave her like this??
Miss Scott giggled as she allowed a hand to sensuously trail up Emma’s quivering body. Then she turned and quietly left the room, closing the door behind her. Emma cried out in horror as sexual heat blossomed down between her legs…
—–
It was an agonizingly long ten minutes before Miss Scott returned. The moment Emma heard the door open and saw who it was, she began pleading through the strap in her mouth. Her words were muffled as she tried to apologize profusely for wandering into rooms she had no business wandering into… and that it would never happen again.
Her boss never said a word. She just walked over to that same cabinet and opened the door, reaching inside. A moment later Miss Scott came over to her with a sly smile, brandishing a second weight for her nosy employee to see.
Emma’s eyes went wide and she started to shake her head again “GAWD; NOOOOOO!” Her boss calmly bent over and carefully added the second weight to the one already hanging from the strap around her neck. Emma grunted in erotic horror as the added weight put a further strain on her ability to get a decent breath. Then she began grunting anew, gurgling as she squirmed in her bindings to no avail.
“Now – now, hun,” Miss Scott purred at her. “This is the punishment I dish out to all the nosy little bitches I come across. So you might as well enjoy it, you little tart. Here… allow me to distract you a little.” That’s when Emma felt a hand rub down between her legs.
Her eyes rolled and she began to moan. Being caressed like that while it was difficult to breathe was really setting her kitty on fire! She’d already cum twice; this way she was liable to cum again!
She tried to resist, but it did her no good. Her boss rubbed until there was a faint, squishing sound. Emma was embarrassed beyond belief!
“Mmmmm!” Miss Scott purred at her. “You seem to be quite wet down here. Are you turned on being all tied up while I’m slowly strangling you?”
Emma winced and moaned as the hand cruelly rubbed her crotch. She glurked and gurgled, fighting against the sensations that threatened to overwhelm her senses. Then she heard a beeping sound from somewhere nearby.
“Damn!” her boss muttered. “It’s always something around here.” Then she smiled down at a quivering Emma.
“Sorry, my dear… duty calls. I shall return. Now don’t go anywhere!” Then she rubbed one last time between Emma’s legs before leaving with a cruel laugh. Emma could only hold it back a couple more seconds before another explosion of warmth overwhelmed her, leaving her weak and extremely breathless…
—–
This time Miss Scott was gone even longer – thirty minutes as a matter of fact, although Emma didn’t know the exact length of time. All she knew was that she was in agony – ever-increasingly breathless agony – and that she was about to be overcome once more by yet another devastating orgasm. Then she heard the door open…
“How’s my delicious little pet?” Miss Scott purred at her as she walked in. A moment later the woman leaned over her and gently kissed her gag before seductively whispering, “I think you need another weight… don’t you?”
“Nooo!” Emma cried out, the gag in her mouth muffling her words. “Stop it – you can’t DO this to me!” Miss Scott just chuckled mercilessly as she walked over to the cabinet and pulled yet another weight out.
She came back and slowly slid it into place, holding it up so that it’s weight was not yet added with the others. “Let’s see how you like THIS, baby,” she said with a grin as she eased it down onto the two previous weights. Then she let go.
Emma’s eyes went wide and her back arched as she glurked and gurgled. A moment later the orgasm she’d been fighting for so long to keep at bay finally exploded inside her. It went off in a volcanic eruption, sapping her strength and leaving her weak and breathless.
…and then she coughed, half-choked as the added weight seemed to add more stress to her neck, making it even harder to get air into her lungs.
Ohmygawd!!!
“Are we having fun yet?” her boss asked her with a delicious grin as she ran her hand up and down Emma’s squirming body. In response Emma struggled even harder, the cuffs clinking as her wrists fluttered uselessly. Her legs shuddered, rattling the cuffs attached to her ankles as Miss Scott sadistically ran a hand down between her legs again.
“STOP!” Emma gurgled into the gag in her mouth. “DON’T… YOU CAN’T… PLEASE…”
“Gotta go, my dear,” Miss Scott purred sweetly into the tormented woman’s ear. “But we’ll continue this the moment I get back… that is, if you’re still conscious.” And with that she went out the door again. Emma trembled in erotic horror…
…and then popped off again, making her wonder how many more of them she could endure before she finally passed out…
—–
The torture continued as Miss Scott came back and added a fourth weight… and then a fifth… and then a SIXTH! Each time she watched deliciously as her captive found it harder and harder to breathe… and each time Emma suffered through another massive explosion of warmth down between her legs, leaving her severely weakened and fighting for each breath.
Emma was coughing and gasping, her body trembling like crazy, when the evil Miss Scott slowly added a seventh weight. Emma’s eyes went wide in alarm; she could hardly pull air into her lungs anymore. “I CAN’T…. BREATHE!” she sputtered into the leather covering her mouth, desperately trying to make herself understood. “STOP…. YOU CAN’T…. DO THIS…… TO ME…”
“Gawd, baby; you look good enough to eat!” her boss purred seductively, licking the side of Emma’s face. “It’s definitely time for me to go finger one off… you are making me just too damn excited!”
“NOOOO….. DON’T…. LEAVE ME…… CAN’T…… BREATHE…..”
“Maybe next time you’ll mind your own damn business, you little snoop! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a personal problem that needs my immediate attention.” Then she grinned as she slowly ran a hand up and down Emma’s quivering body.
“Enjoy it while it lasts, hun!” she cackled. And with a wicked rub-rub-rub of Emma’s crotch, she laughed with sadistic cruelty as she left the room while Emma tried to get her attention through the leather gag in her mouth…
“NOOOOO…. STOP…. YOU WON’T GET….. AWAY WITH THIS…… OHGAWD…..”
…and with that it felt like Emma’s throat closed off for good. Her eyes opened wide in alarm as she fought like hell to get her next breath. But it was pitifully small as her lungs screamed in her chest, demanding to be replenished.
Her last thought was one of utter horror – OHMYGAWD; SHE’S GOING TO LET ME STRANGLE TO DEATH RIGHT HERE ON THIS TABLE! It sent a massive jolt of arousal coursing through her severely weakened body. Emma tried one last time to breathe, but she got nothing more than a tantalizing trickle, not nearly enough to refill her starving lungs.
A moment later her lungs heaved in protest, and her back arched as it went off deep inside her, a massive explosion of pleasurable warmth. It seemed to devastate her and her lungs cried out in vain for just a trickle of air… anything that would serve to revive her. But there was nothing other than the sensation of not being able to breathe, her chest heaving as a blanket of blackness began to descend upon her…
NOOOOOOOOO!
Emma tried to scream but she had no voice, no air with which to project any sound. Her lungs heaved painfully as they demanded to be refilled, and her body shuddered like mad. Her hands opened and closed into fists as her toes curled. Then she abruptly collapsed onto the table as her strength totally left her, going completely limp as darkness claimed her…
—–
Fresh air…
Emma suddenly went into a massive coughing fit as her body tried to compensate for the sudden rush of welcome air into her lungs. She coughed, gasped, coughed again… and then settled into breathing in ragged gasps. A moment later her arms came up to her chest, her brain telling her that someone must have had uncuffed her wrists.
“Are you all right, Miss Emma?”
It was Jimmy’s voice… the young male employee she knew who had something of a crush on her.
“Miss Scott did this to you, didn’t she,” he stated timidly. “It’s a good thing I came looking for her when I did. Are you all right?”
“I will be,” Emma sputtered, panting like mad, “just as soon as you uncuff my ankles.”
“Yes, Miss Emma,” Jimmy responded meekly, and he hurried to get her uncuffed from the dreaded table. Then he helped her sit up.
A wave of dizziness swept over her. But when it passed she felt much better, although her body felt like she’d been battered by a multitude of orgasms. “Now let’s get you out of here before Miss Scott comes back,” Jimmy suggested anxiously.
“Gladly,” Emma gasped weakly.
She allowed him to help escort her out the door and down the hall, mostly because she was severely weakened and was actually having trouble standing on her own. She ended up leaning against him most of the way until they finally emerged out through the forbidden door, the one that had gotten her into trouble in the first place because she simply HAD to know what was on the other side of it.
…and then the two of them rounded a corner and came to a dead stop when they encountered Miss Scott standing there looking at them both, her arms folded as she glared at them. Jimmy inhaled sharply; Emma felt the color drain from her face…
Oh, we’re in trouble now!
“I trust you learned your lesson, young lady?” her boss asked her sternly. “Did I make my point crystal clear?”
“Y-yes m-ma’am,” Emma sputtered. “Yes, you certainly did.” She was surprised if not thankful that her ordeal officially appeared to be over.
“Very good.” Then her boss turned and faced her companion.
“Now Jimmy? Why don’t you take Emma home, ok? She doesn’t look too well.”
“Yes, ma’am.” And with that Jimmy nervously escorted a very tired and sore Emma past the watchful eyes of the owner of the fitness center.
As they carefully passed by the stone-faced woman on their way to the parking lot, Emma caught one last look of her boss eyeing her hungrily the whole time. It made her shiver erotically, and her breath caught in her throat. She actually had to remind herself that the weights were gone and that she could breathe normally now.
Emma virtually held her breath until they were safely out the door and on their way to Jimmy’s car. That’s when she breathed a sigh of relief. At least she hadn’t been fired.
…and amazingly she was still alive and breathing…
© 2008; 2015 (written for Emma Nov 4 ’08 by riwa)
(Picture found on the Internet and used for illustration purposes only.)