(repost)
The blonde-haired agent awoke to discover she wasn’t dead after all. Janet felt weak and groggy, indicating she’d probably been tranquilized in that warehouse. She could feel a throb in her neck where the pellet had penetrated.
She looked around and discovered she’d been moved. She was now lying flat on her back on a black-framed four poster bed in some sort of playroom. Apparently her clothes had been removed while she’d been out, only to be replaced with some sort of translucent green latex outfit. The whole thing reeked of something kinky… and of something dangerously unpleasant.
She tried to rise, only to feel the drugs in her system still sapping her strength. Janet collapsed back onto the bed, helpless and frustrated. She could feel her senses coming back on line. But it was going to take a few more minutes to compose herself, minutes she wasn’t sure she had.
She tried again, fighting with everything she had just to sit up. A wave of nausea washed over her. It passed and she felt a little bit stronger, but not enough to remain upright. She fell backward, panting hard as she worked her jaws, trying to get her mouth to function again.
The door opened and a young woman entered with a dangerous gleam in her eyes. Her long reddish-brown hair hung down almost to her waist. She wore some sort of kinky, dark purple two piece latex outfit that deliberately exposed her mid-section and her breasts.
“Oh, goody!” she observed with sinister glee. “You’re awake!” Then her eyes narrowed coldly as she quietly added, “Now we get to play.”
The agent tried to move again. She succeeded in getting herself upright before her muscles threatened to give out on her again. Before she could collapse back onto the bed the young woman came over and caught her, helping her to sit up straight.
“Here, let me help you,” she offered as she climbed onto the bed behind her. A moment later the agent felt rope being wound around her wrists. It wasn’t tight enough to secure her, but it was just enough to help hold her arms in place. The agent felt a stab of alarm in the pit of her gut.
It wasn’t long before her arms were stretched out with the rope. She was secured to rings in the braces between the bedposts, leaving her feeling like a big bird with its wings helplessly stretched outward. Then the woman reached around and rubbed her body, caressing the latex over her breasts and sending erotic shivers flowing through her.
Her adversary climbed off, came around and looked her up and down. “Perfect!” she gasped delightedly. “I love it when my play-toys are properly prepared!” Then she walked over to a drawer and pulled out what looked to be several sheets of plastic.
“I think we’ll try a little bagging today. How does that sound to you?” Then she turned and winked at the agent.
“Ddddd – DAMN yyyyy – you!” the agent managed to get out, her tongue still feeling thick and heavy. Now she was starting to feel real fear in her stomach as her muscles fought to regain their strength. Her attempt at speech caused her adversary to chuckle.
“Oh we haven’t been properly introduced yet. But I certainly know you. You work at the Agency.” Then she paused for dramatic effect.
“My name is Violet. But you can call me ‘The Asphyxiator’. I’ll be your executioner today.” She said it as though killing the agent was no big deal to her.
Janet’s eyes went wide in recognition and shock. Then she began to squirm and struggle in earnest, horrified at whom she had finally encountered. ‘You mean she’s the one who’s been killing our female agents?? I have to get free and alert the Agency!’
She felt the bed respond as Violet climbed on and sat behind her. She struggled against the ropes as her strength began to return. A moment later a clear, plastic bag was abruptly pulled down over her head.
Her adversary cackled as she stood upon the bed behind her. “Let’s start with one bag, shall we, darling? I like to start slow before working up to my kills.”
Janet was forced forward as the end of the bag rolled up and hung up near her mouth. She grunted in alarm at the peril she was in. There was a good chance she was going to die unless she could somehow get free!
It all made sense to Janet now, especially the way several of her female friends in the Agency had been found. They’d either been smothered or strangled to death, leading several of her colleagues to dub the perpetrator as ‘The Asphyxiator’. And now she was next, caught in the sadistic bitch’s sinister web!
She’d gone to that damn warehouse alone because of an anonymous tip, only to get shot in the neck once she’d gotten inside. Now it was obvious the tip had been nothing more than a set-up. It had been nothing more than a ruse to lure her there so bitch could add her to the growing body count.
She couldn‘t prevent the bag from being pulled all the way down over her face. Then she heard Violet coo at her from behind. “Time to hold your breath, baby,” the woman told her with sadistic glee.
A moment later the dangerous felon put her hand over her face. “Now struggle for me, Janet, ok?” she taunted. “Be a darling and give me a good show, ok? Show me you can die just as erotically as all the others.”
Janet tried her best not to struggle, tried not to give her tormentor the satisfaction of enjoying her suffering. But she couldn’t help herself. It wasn’t long until she began struggling in earnest. Her lungs started heaving in her chest as she fought for her next breath of air.
As she struggled she became aware of Violet pressing into her back with cries of “YEAH, BABY – FIGHT ME!” The woman’s weight against her had the affect of tightening the ropes attached to her wrists, making it harder to free herself. It felt as though the sadistic bitch was humping her!
“GUMPH!”
“Yeah, bitch… FIGHT me!”
“UUNNGGHHH!”
Janet thrashed about in near panic. She couldn’t breathe; she was going to pass out any second now. Then Violet eased up on her. The bag to loosen, allowing her to get a few precious breaths of air.
“Oh, NO, you don’t!” her tormentor exclaimed, quickly adjusting her grip on the bag. “You don’t get off THAT easily, darling!” A moment later the bag was pulled tightly around Janet’s face. Once more her air was cut off.
Janet struggled instinctively as her lungs fought to pull down her next breath. But this time the sadistic bitch kept the bag tight against her face while humping her hard from behind. It also kept the rope taut around her secured wrists, leaving her helpless to fight back.
The imperiled agent wriggled and squirmed, her lungs heaving. She could not breathe at all; she was becoming dizzy. At the same time she was horrified to detect a growing arousal in her loins, her body’s natural reaction to being unable to breathe.
Was she going to climax in the midst of her peril? Was this what the sadistic bitch had in mind? Did she enjoy forcing orgasms out of her victims as she suffocated them??
“I WON’T!” her mind screamed. “I WON’T GIVE HER THE SATISFA – GUUUNNNGGGHHH!”
It hit her hard, ravaging her body as her back arched. Her lungs screamed at her, demanding another breath as she shuddered from an intense orgasm. Her eyes rolled; she was sure she was going to black out!
Violet abruptly released the bag. Janet panted heavily, managing to get a half-decent breath of air into her lungs. “Gawd, baby – you CAME, didn’t you!” her tormentor gasped. “Wonderful, darling! I always like to allow my victims enjoy themselves before I asphyxiate them. Now it’s my turn to cum!”
Once more the bag was pulled tightly over her face until Janet couldn’t breathe again. Violet humped the shit out of her, verbally urging her to have another orgasm before her own caught up to her. That’s when she cried out with pleasure, losing her grip on the bag enough for Janet to gasp once more.
“And now we go again, bitch!” Violet gasped after a brief pause. Once more the bag was pulled tightly over Janet’s face. And once more it swelled shamefully inside her.
Janet couldn’t hold the orgasms back; they just kept coming and coming. What’s more, she found herself starting to give in to them. She was ashamed of herself but was unable to exert any form of self-control. That’s when she began to question whether she’d sub-consciously allowed herself to get captured.
She’d secretly read the autopsy reports, read how the coroner had studied each body and had discovered the sexual aspects associated with each death. Each woman had been found with an inordinate amount of vaginal fluid. It had made her wonder if each one had been brought to some form of sexual ecstasy before death had occurred.
So why had she gone to that warehouse without any backup? Was it because of the autopsy reports? She wanted to believe it had simply been a desire on her part not to risk any more members of the Agency. But now she wasn’t so sure.
What if deep down it was on account of some strange sub-conscious excitement she had about breath-play? Reading about those deaths had aroused her so. Was she about to pay for her foolishness with her life?
“C’mon, bitch!” she heard Violet cry out from behind her as she was humped relentlessly. “Give me another one, Janet – I KNOW you’ve got more hiding in there!”
Her lungs screamed at her as her breath was denied yet again. Once more she found herself unable to stop herself from cumming as another orgasm slammed into her. This one hit her so hard she actually passed out, going limp in the ropes that held her arms up.
“No – no – no; that’ll NEVER do!” Violet exclaimed, releasing the bag so it could inflate once again. “I’m not THROUGH with you yet, darling. Get your breath back, baby. Then we go again.”
A rush of air filled Janet’s lungs, air that was partially compromised by her own exhalations inside the bag. But it was enough to bring her around. Janet gasped as she shook her head.
Her body was sore from cumming; her wrists ached from their bindings. That’s when she felt an additional bag being pulled down over her head. “You did so well with one bag, darling. Let’s see how well you do with two.”
She pulled both of them down tight before stretching the outer one out over the top of her victim’s head. “Go ahead, darling,” she cooed sadistically. “Struggle for me, baby!”
Janet began to struggle breathing, her inhalations pulling the bags tight against her lips. She winced as another orgasm swelled inside her, threatening to top the dam and spill over. Then she was cumming again as the sadistic bitch gleefully humped the back of her head.
Janet knew she needed to find some way of escape. But she was losing her strength with each orgasm, losing her strength each time air was denied her. She was weak, dizzy and disoriented… and she sensed the end might not be that much farther away.
The twin bags puffed and deflated, sucking tightly against her face as she struggled to breathe. Violet’s unyielding grip made sure no air could seep through. Janet’s lungs screamed at her as a breathless inferno burned in her chest.
For a moment she felt a burst of adrenaline that caused her to struggle like mad much to Violet’s delight. The only thing she accomplished was being on the receiving end of another hard orgasm that ravaged her body, leaving her weak and breathless. Then the bags were loosened, allowing her to gasp madly for breath as streamers of air found their way to her lungs.
The bags huffed and puffed, making it difficult for Janet to breathe. For the moment they remained loose around her face. That’s when Violet bent over her and whispered into her ear…
“I want you to know that of all the women I’ve killed, darling, YOU’VE been the very best!” She said it seductively, allowing a finger to trail over the gasping woman‘s face. Then her tormentor sighed wistfully.
“Sorry, darling, but all good things must come to an end. Now here’s the third bag, darling. The third one usually proves fatal.”
She said it casually as though snuffing another female was nothing to her. Then with a knowing chuckle she tugged it down into place. Janet panted weakly for breath, suspecting she was not going to survive this.
She tried to breathe deeply but it was a struggle to fuel her lungs. Trying to pull air through three bags was exceedingly difficult. Her mind raced as she struggled to find a way out of her predicament.
She choked and gurgled as a thin cord was wrapped around her neck. It wasn’t enough to strangle her to death. But it was more than enough to help seal the three bags over her head.
Her body exploded as she struggled in a last desperate attempt to free herself. Janet writhed violently in the ropes securing her wrists. Violet was forced to hang on for dear life to avoid being thrown off the bed, humping Janet for all she was worth while gleefully cheering her on…
“Yeah, baby; fight me! Fight to pull air into your lungs! Give it up for your Asphyxiator, darling! Struggle for me; show me how arousing it is for a brave young woman from the Agency to be asphyxiated to death!”
She could feel her own orgasm building. Violet knew this one was going to be extra special. The last one always was as it usually came at the lethal asphyxiation of another female agent.
At that moment Janet found reserves she didn’t know she had. She thrashed about like a wild woman as the air went stale in the bags around her head. They puffed in and out as she panted for breath until she found herself sucking her own expelled air back into her lungs… found herself sucking the bags tightly to her mouth…
She sucked harder, her lungs trying to find some source of fresh oxygen. But none was forthcoming. She weakened as she became dizzy and disoriented. Then it went off inside her with a thunderous eruption.
Janet shuddered hard, her lungs gasping madly for fresh air to feed what her last orgasm had just stolen from her. Her murderer cried out with sadistic glee… “Gawd yeah, darling! Give it up for me, baby! Die for me, you BITCH!”
Janet went into convulsions before suddenly going limp, too tired to fight anymore. She was ashamed of herself; ashamed she’d let her colleagues down. She was ashamed the bitch known as ‘The Asphyxiator’ had murdered her and would probably kill again.
What shamed her the most was the way she’d cum so intensely as a direct result of oxygen deprivation… and that the bitch had gotten off on it. That shame was the last thing on her mind as the bag clung tightly to her face. Then she slumped forward, her eyes all glazed over.
“Gawd, yeah!” Violet gasped as her orgasm overtook her at the death of the Agency woman. She shuddered hard while eagerly humping the lifeless body. Then she relaxed, gasping wildly for breath.
She sighed contentedly, lovingly caressing her play-toy’s non-moving body. “I gotta give it to you, darling,” she cooed. “You were great – definitely the best one the Agency’s sent out so far. You’re going to be a hard one to top. But that’s ok with me. I’m looking forward to seeing who they send out after me next.”
© 2008; 2016 (written Mar 15 ’08; ed. May 6 ‘16 by riwa)
(Pictures are from latexangels.com and are for illustration purposes only.)