Melissa greets me at the door in a black, lacy one-piece outfit with spaghetti straps, an outfit that’s almost see-through. She has a look of excitement in her eyes.
“You like?” she asks eagerly, modeling it for me. I nod, my eyes staring hungrily at her body.
“I’m glad you called and wanted to come over today. It’s been awhile since we shot that last set of asphyxia scenes. I’ve been aching to shoot a few more. I’m so excited that I’m actually wet down below!” Then she giggles impishly.
I’m not surprised. I can see her nipples poking through the fabric of her flimsy outfit. “I should’ve known,” I reply with a wry smile. “I forgot how much you enjoy doing this.”
She grins before deliberately rubbing her breasts in front of me. “Do a good job on me today and I’ll thank you in a more ‘expressive’ manner.”
She sees the camera gear and the duffel bag in my arms. Her eyes twinkle excitedly. “So where do you want me first?”
Damn! She’s more than a little excited. This is going to be fun. Too bad this is going to be the last time I film her.
“Why don’t you start in that rocker over there,” I say, pointing at a blue rocker in the living room. “We’ll go from there, ok? Why don’t you pretend you’re watching TV?”
“What are you gonna do to me?” she asks. I can tell she’s trembling with excitement.
“Let’s let that be a surprise, shall we?” I suggest with a sly smile. She nods agreeably.
“Oh, FUCK!” she gasps. “I’m horny as hell. I hope your insurance is all paid up… ‘cause after we’re done filming, I plan on having you leave here crippled by the time I get through with you.” She gives me a wicked grin before adding, “I can’t wait to get started.”
I can tell she’s raring to go. Never have I had such a willing “victim”. It’s going to make things so much easier.
I place the duffel bag in the dining room so she can’t see the toys I brought with me. Then I set up the camera as she takes her place in the rocker. She’s so excited that her nipples look like they’re going to pop off.
I call out, “Ready?” She nods eagerly.
I walk over to the TV set and turn it on. I walk back to the camera and turn THAT on. Then I walk past her into the dining room.
As I pass by I allow a hand to trail briefly over one of her breasts. She sighs excitedly. Then she tries to concentrate on a TV program she has absolutely no interest in watching.
I grab the item out of the duffel bag that I plan on using. Then I pause at the entrance to the living room, forcing her to wait. I know how much these asphyxia games make her excited. So I want to prolong her sweet agony by making her try to be patient. She’ll be in real agony soon enough.
I slip back into the room and come up behind her. Then I quickly wrap the red necktie I have in my hands around her throat. She lets out a startled cry as her hands instinctively flutter up.
I make it snug as I pull hard on both ends. Instantly she starts bucking and squirming, gasping madly for the breath that’s being denied her. Her mouth opens and closes in a futile attempt to pull air into her lungs.
Her eyes focus on some distant spot on the ceiling. Meanwhile she reaches up for the object that’s strangling her. I watch her thrust outward with her hips as though she’s fucking some invisible lover.
Her face starts to get red as her tongue slips out of her mouth, saliva gathering at the tip. I notice her eyes start to roll. She spasms wonderfully as her legs kick frantically, delicious gasps for breath spilling out of her opened mouth.
Her legs stop kicking as her hands fall limply into her lap. Her head lolls off to one side. That’s when I loosen the tie from around her throat.
I step away for several seconds, allowing the camera to capture the scene. Then I loudly call out, “CUT!” That’s when I walk over to the camera and shut it off.
“Oh, FUCK!” Melissa gasps, a dazed look in her eyes. “I really came hard that time. I guess I didn’t realize how excited I was.”
“There’s more,” I tell her before I walk back into the dining room.
She excitedly gasps, “Gawd, I hope so!”
I pick up a chair and then bring it into the living room. I place it in front of the sectional and point to it. “Sit!” I tell her authoritatively.
Obediently she jumps out of the rocker and moves over to the chair as I adjust the camera. “I’m supposed to be unconscious?” she asks excitedly. “You’re going to do more to me, aren’t you?”
“You’re damn right I am,” I say with an evil smile.
I see her gasp eagerly. Then she slumps in the chair as though unconscious.
“I’m turning the camera on now,” I tell her. “Stay just like that. I’ll be right back. Don‘t look up.”
She gives me no response. She just sits there quiet and unmoving. ‘Good girl,’ I think as I walk into the dining room.
I come back into the living room with what I need. I stop by the rocker and pick up the discarded necktie. I have a different use for it now.
I step over to Melissa before taking the tie and wrapping it around her head, covering her mouth. Then I open the box I brought in with me. That’s when I start wrapping my victim in green Saran Wrap, effectively pinning her to the chair with her arms at her sides.
I swear I can feel her body trembling as I secure her to the chair. Moments later I’m done. Then I step aside to allow the camera to focus on the helpless creature sitting totally at my mercy.
“Wake up, bitch!” I state authoritatively. She moans through the tie covering her mouth. Her eyes open wide as she discovers the situation she’s in.
She starts grunting at me, shaking her head while manifesting an appropriate expression of fear. But I can see how hard it is for her to mask her excitement. Still, she’s doing an admirable job.
I’m so glad she answered that ad I placed in the paper so many months ago. I’ve gotten a lot of great photos of her. It’s just too bad this has to be our last time together.
“Let’s start with this, shall we!” I state enthusiastically as I lift the box of Saran Wrap in front of her, exposing a section of the green material between my hands. “Shall I kill you now?” Then I move forward menacingly.
I hear her muffled grunts of “NOOO… NOOO!” She violently shakes her head. But I can see the “OHGAWD, YES!” in her eyes as I approach.
I slip behind her as she deliciously begs for her life. Then I quickly bring the section of material up over her face. That’s when I pull hard, suffocating her.
Melissa tries to scream through the necktie and the plastic wrap. It’s a wonderful, terror-stricken scream. It once again reminds me how fortunate I was to find her.
Soon enough, she can’t scream at all. I see the plastic covering her mouth and nose wrinkle in and out. She fights desperately to breathe.
Her legs start to kick wildly as she tries to fight me. But the wrap has her pinned quite nicely to the chair. She can’t even move her arms to stop me!
She grunts and struggles, her eyes closed as she suddenly shudders hard. It makes me wonder if she’s having another orgasm. At least she’s enjoying these photo sessions of ours.
I see her hands clench and unclench at her sides. Her face starts to turn red again. I see one more desperate effort at resisting. Then she stops fighting as her body goes limp.
I remove the plastic from her face. Her head flops forward. There is no further movement.
A moment later she jerks a little as she starts to come around. I realize I’ve actually made her pass out. Incredible! What a great scene this is going to make!
“Are you still with me, bitch?” She groans weakly.
“Good! That means I can have some more fun with you before I finish you off!”
I unloosen the tie from around her mouth. It falls down around her neck. Then I walk over to the camera and turn it off so I can set it up from another angle.
“Oh, FUCK – that was hot!” she gasps. “I must’ve cum a couple times at least. I think I even passed out for a couple seconds there!”
“I think you did too,” I reply. “You’re doing ok, aren’t you?”
“Oh, YEAH!” she replies eagerly. “This is great shit! How’s the video coming?”
“What – you want me to shoot the scene all over again?” I ask with amusement.
I can see by her expression that she probably wouldn’t mind that at all. Then I double check the recorder. “Turning the camera on…. NOW!”
Instantly her expression changes to one of fear. She looks up at me, her eyes pleading. “Please! I’ll do anything you want! Please don’t kill me!”
Excellent! We’ve done this before, and she plays the part well. She hardly needs any direction from me as she knows full well what‘s expected of her.
“But I can’t let you go,” I tell her. “You’ve seen my face.”
“I won’t tell another soul; I swear!”
“Hah! As soon as I leave, you’ll go running right to the police.”
“No, I won’t; honest!”
She follows me with her eyes until I casually walk behind her. She’s “terrified” over what I‘m going to do to her next. Then I grab the tie and start to adjust it around her neck so I can strangle her with it.
“NOOOO! OHGAWD – I DON’T WANNA DIE! NOOOO – AWK!”
I start to pull until I feel her body struggle in the chair. Her hands flex as her legs start to kick outward. Delicious little gasps emerge out of her lungs until her chest heaves as she fights for breath.
She gurgles as she tries to force air through her windpipe. Instinctively she looks up at the ceiling as though pleading to the Almighty to deliver her. Her tongue wiggles out past her lips as though it too is trying to reach oxygen. That’s when her face turns a wonderful shade of red.
Melissa gawks and gasps as she tries to breathe, her struggles getting weaker. At that moment I get a whiff of her arousal as it wafts up from the seat of the chair. It looks like a little puddle might be developing down there. Then she shudders hard before suddenly going all limp on me.
I loosen my grip on the necktie as her head flops back, her eyes glazed over. I see her body tremble before she gasps for breath again. That’s when I allow the tie to dangle loosely from her neck as I move to turn off the camera and change the angle once more.
“Oh, FUCK!” she sputters. “THAT was INCREDIBLE! I REALLY came hard that time!”
“I know – I can smell it,” I tell her with a grin.
She lowers her head and blushes. Then she gives me a big grin. “You just wait until I can properly repay you! You’re gonna be sore for a month!”
I tell her, “But I’m the one who pays YOU for these scenes! After all, you’re getting $500 for this latest batch of material.”
“I know – I know. Sometimes I think I’d be willing to do this shit for nothing!”
I just laugh at that. “Yeah, you probably would, wouldn’t you? So are you ready for the next scene?”
“Oh, HELL yeah!”
“Action!” I respond as I start the camera once more.
Instantly she transforms herself into the helpless little victim. “PLEASE! Don’t HURT me anymore! I promise – I’ll never tell another soul, OK? Please let me go!”
I walk up to her, grab the tie and start to wrap it around her mouth once again. “NOOO!” she wails, her cry muffled, yet understandable. “NOOOO!”
“Time to take care of you once and for all!” I declare. Then I turn and walk out into the dining room to retrieve my last prop, her muffled wails echoing in my ears.
“NOOOOOOOOO!”
I walk back in with some clear plastic folded up in my hand. Her eyes widen in alarm. “UNH-UNH… UNH-UNH!” and she starts shaking her head.
I unfurl it with a quick flick of the wrist. Then I open it like I’m opening a bag to rake leaves into. Her eyes get even bigger.
She cries out in terror. Then she starts squirming around as I approach her. I find the opening and pull it down over her, chair and all.
It’s an empty bag I found that was used to protect some large electronic equipment. It’s large enough to contain both Melissa and her chair. It’s a good thing I didn’t throw it away back then.
I begin pulling it down over the top of her. It’s a pretty large bag. She tries to act frightened, but I can tell it’s having quite the sexual effect on her.
She shakes her head as she struggles in the chair. I adjust the bag, pulling it down until it totally covers her. It hangs down past the seat, almost totally encasing her.
I can only imagine how aroused she is. I can only imagine how strong her aroma is inside the bag. That’s when I think once more about what I’m about to do to her.
I feel my own arousal ratchet up a notch. Then I step back and admire my handiwork. This is turning out far better than I could have possibly imagined.
Melissa plays her part perfectly. Her terrified expression is evident on her face. She cries out through the tie covering her mouth.
I watch her shake her head as she vainly tries to free herself. Her muffled cries cause the bag to fluff as her breath leaves her nose. Then I walk over to the camera and watch a few more seconds through the display before crying out “CUT!”
She pauses to stare at me. Her chest rises and falls. I strongly suspect she’s climaxed again.
“Are you enjoying this?” I ask with a wicked smile as I move the camera to another angle. She eagerly nods at me. I suspect the tie over her mouth is hiding a rather large grin.
I walk over to her and pat her on the head. “Good! Just one more camera angle. Then we’ll be finished.”
I see a flash of disappointment in her features. “Oh, don’t worry,” I say reassuringly. “This scene will be the best ever, Melissa. Because in this scene I intend to kill you once and for all.”
I pause to allow that to sink in. She looks at me in surprise, her expression frozen. I can see in her eyes that she’s thinking it over, trying to decide whether I’m being serious or if I’m just playing the game. So I decide to help her out with this one…
“That’s right, Melissa. This is going to be our last time together. I’m already packed up; everything I own is in the van outside. I’ve done all the scenarios I think you are capable of doing. But I think it’s time to find some new blood. You’ve been great, babe. But all good things must come to an end. Now it’s time for you to die.”
Her eyes widen as I bend down and start the camera. Then I look at her, lick my lips and dramatically say “ACTION!” I see the color drain from her face as I slowly walk toward her.
Her eyes open wide. Then she shakes her head as she starts to struggle. It makes me think this will be her best fight for life ever.
I walk behind her and wrap my hands around her neck. Then I slowly start to squeeze. I hear a muffled “NOOOOOOO!” as she really starts to struggle.
The chair rocks as she fights to get free. I hear muffled cries of terror as the plastic around her face wrinkles out and in, out and in. I squeeze my hands a little harder, but not too hard.
I want her to experience one last orgasm before she dies… maybe even two! I want the camera to capture her glorious climax as her life is casually snuffed out. I want it to be our best video shoot ever.
Melissa cries out in agony, suffering from the combined horror of suffocation and slow strangulation. At that moment I know I’m making an excellent video. Her rapid gasps for breath cause the bag to inflate and deflate noticeably around her head.
It isn’t long before her cries become indistinguishable croaks and gurgles as I squeeze a little tighter. She struggles like a hellcat. But the Saran Wrap holding her to the chair is too tight.
She’s finally beginning to understand she’s not getting out of the chair alive. Then I feel her body shuddering madly as her hips thrust outward. It tells me she’s having one hell of an orgasm!
Sadistic bastard that I am, I ease my grip around her neck, allowing her to suck in stale air inside the bag. If anything, it causes her to struggle a bit more. Then I cruelly tighten my grip around her neck.
I hear a muffled “GAWK!” as her body tries to fight me. I decide it’s time. “Time for you to die, Melissa,” I say softly into her ear.
I’m certain she heard me. Then I squeeze hard, choking the very life out of her. I hear a muffled grunt as her body shudders in my grasp.
For a moment I think I can once more detect the heady aroma of her arousal slipping out from inside the bag. Her legs kick wildly as though they can somehow free the rest of her body all by themselves. I know she‘s cumming hard one last time.
A moment later her orgasm sends her to oblivion as her body shuts down. I feel her relax in my grasp. I maintain my chokehold for another couple of minutes, making sure life cannot return before I let go. Then I release her, allowing her head to slump forward.
I step aside and allow the camera to record her unmoving body for several seconds. Then I gently remove it from its tripod so that I can record her eternal slumber from every angle. Strangely, she looks more intoxicating than at any time I’ve ever known her.
It’s time to go…
Sighing heavily, I proceed to gather up my equipment. I stuff everything into the duffel bag including the plastic bag, all the Saran Wrap, the necktie… everything. The smell of her orgasms hangs heavy in the room. I just hope that she got off as much as the people who will pay handsomely to acquire the video I’ve just shot.
I look at her one last time as she slumps in the chair. That will never do. She looks too uncomfortable.
I gently pick her up and lovingly stretch her body out on the sectional. Then I give her a quick peck on the lips as a “thank you” before gathering my things and heading out the door. Then I’m off to a new city… in search of a new model to film before I eventually snuff her cute, unsuspecting ass…
2007; 2021 (written for “Melissa” Feb 15 ’07; ed. Sep 18 ‘21 by riwa)
(Pictures are from my personal collection and have been added for illustration purposes.)