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He struggled for breath for a moment before the warm embrace of skin immobilized his skull; even in that moment, there was no air for him to take in. His entire existence was swallowed up in warm, soundless darkness.
He felt the moan of pleasure reverberate through her body, then felt the deafening snaps of the arms of the chair breaking free of their brass rivets. She lifted her breasts from his face, leaned back slightly to stare down at the trembling, crying man beneath her.
Im going to break you, Mr. Cannell, she whispered, then licked her lips. I have a whole week to spend breaking you if I want. She laid a hand gently on the side of his face; it covered the entire side of his skull, from his jaw to the scalp. Im going to hurt you so badly that youll beg me to kill you. She flexed her thighs, just a light pulse of the muscle that crushed the arms of the chair in on his trapped body hard enough to push the air from his lungs. If you please me enough, I just might have mercy and do it.
Please... he whispered, utterly terrified. If hed had more than a sip of beer to drink, his bladder would absolutely have released it into his jeans by now.
Shhhhh... she placed a finger to her ruby lips. Your little bitches need to be taught a lesson. She hurt someone I wanted -- Im going to hurt someone they care about. And your lesson, Mr. Cannell, is much simpler... she placed the other hand on the other side of his head. He saw the muscle in her chest jump to life as she began to squeeze. Your money wont buy you safety from everyone.
He screamed as the pressure mounted, screamed like an animal caught between the plates of a hydraulic press. His vision began to blur and fade into blackness around the edges. He could see her breasts beginning to heave as her breathing deepened and quickened, but the knowledge that it wasnt from exertion only pushed him to the brink of panic.
He beat at her arms with all he had, pounded on the thick cords of steel hard muscle in those forearms with all the strength he could muster -- and despite his slightly shorter-than-average, slim build, what he could muster wasnt inconsiderable. But nothing fazed her; he stopped only when he realized as if from down a long tunnel of tortured thought that his struggles were probably only arousing her further.
The world dimmed and blurred -- when it re-formed, the pressure on his skull was gone, but now he found himself in hot water. Literally. He was chest-deep in his outdoor hot tub and completely nude. He blinked to clear his vision, looking left and right. He saw no sign of his tormentress.
But he could feel her -- behind him. Before he could fight his way up and out of the water, her legs slipped past and around him. He struggled hard, even knowing that it was useless -- mostly on reflex, of course. Her hands found his shoulders and held him inescapably in place, then pushed downward until the warm water lapped over his chin and her gargantuan thighs pressed firmly against his sides, cradling his torso from his shoulders to his waist and trapping his arms at his sides.
I have to be home at dawn, Mr. Cannell. Im going to spend the time between now and then breaking you into pieces. she rested a hand on his forehead and pulled his head back until it was nestled between her large, firm breasts, then crossed her arms until her breasts closed over his head, blocking out everything but his view directly ahead.
Please dont! he wept like a small child as he felt her thighs begin to tighten around his body. Please!
I wonder how many innocent people have begged like that when they came up against your wife or your daughter, Mr. Cannell. she continued to tighten her grip on his body, slowly, ounce by ounce. I did a little detective work; I know everything Sheris done here in Stantons Fork. And I know why you brought your wife and daughter here. I know about the man your wife crushed to death in Chicago. Even your money couldnt buy all the right people there, so you came here instead...
By the time he felt her thighs pressure begin to affect the amount of air he could draw in, his arms were already pressed painfully into his sides and there was no chance of moving them. He hung suspended between the gigantic walls of hard flesh, his lower body thrashing in the warm water
Your brat seems to like to do the same thing, shes even gotten her little friends in on it at least once that I know about. That was something he hadnt known; he knew Sheri to have fits of violence, but unlike her mothers, to his knowledge theyd never been sensual in nature or fatal in outcome.
Im going to send them a message, Mr. Cannell. One only they will recognize. Despite all your money, this town will do just fine without you. The pressure continued to increase, slowly, until he was wheezing in each breath, his arms and ribs aching.
Your body is so tiny, her voice was growing husky, her own breaths deep, I can feel you trying to breathe, and its making me so wet... you wont be able to breathe anymore, soon, and when I know you cant scream, Im going to lean back and really squeeze you...
He heard this more through the vibration of her breastbone because his ears were firmly encased in the flesh of her tits, but he felt her legs lift slightly as she extended her lower legs to rest her crossed ankles on the dry deck on the other side of the hot tub. He felt her moan the same way, a low vibration through his skull as her thighs closed another inch.
His arms, slippery with his brief immersion in the hot tub, slipped from his sides and in front of him; there was still enough room there for him to lift them, and he did, pounding awkwardly and with no leverage on the sea of hard muscle surrounding his trapped torso.
She released her crossed arms and seized his hands, gathering them one at a time into the long, viselike fingers of just her right hand and lifting them over his head. Her thighs closed in tighter, his entire torso swallowed whole in the inhuman grip.
Youre being naughty, Mr. Cannell, she said softly, I think I just might be mean and force you to live...
He had no air left with which to answer. Then he felt the hot confines of her breasts pulling back from him and his bladder finally did let go into the hot water of the tub as she re-crossed her ankles and began to arch her back.
She wasnt really flexing her inner thighs yet -- the muscle surrounding him was hard, and yet he knew from the size of the muscle groups that, when she flexed them, they would get larger and harder still. And yet, he already felt as if he were an insect in the grasp of a goddess.
And then, at last, she began to flex them. Slowly, at first, as the last of his air was crushed out of his lungs with an anguished groan. But the walls of hard feminine muscle surrounding his puny body simply kept expanding. He felt his eyes bulging as the pressure increased, cutting off blood flow and forcing blood to places it didnt want to be anymore.
He heard a series of pops -- his back being popped. Nothing harmful, just a sound, but it set her off -- he could feel the tremor of excitement rush through her. He felt like hed be sick. Panic was fully branded into his bones now -- not just from the pain, which was surpassing excruciating and nearing the realm of indescribable -- but from claustrophobia as well. So massive were the limbs that encased and crushed his body, it was more like being trapped in a shrinking room than between a womans thighs.
The pressure continued to mount, as did the urgency of the girls breaths, which soon caught her voice and became moans of ecstasy -- he realized with a final horror that, although his ribs were bending painfully, dangerously, in her monstrous grip, they werent going to break. Not by ones and twos, anyway...
His torso tried to conform to the new, flat shape her stony 38 thighs were forcing it into... but the human skeleton was never meant to withstand such forces. He could feel fire racing up his sides even as his spine howled up into his brain stem in protest against the torture it was enduring.
The fire racing up his sides had a sound -- a sickening, moist ripping sound. He couldnt have identified the source of such a sound from within his own body even had he not been on the verge of losing control of his higher thought processes and motor functions.
Rick Cannell was already dying, and the gorgeous amazonian redhead didnt even realize that she was killing him so early on. But at this point, she wouldnt have cared. Just as agony had obliterated his capacity for reason, so ecstasy was now doing to her.
She began to rock back and forth, perhaps dimly aware that he was departing too quickly, after all, alternating between increasing the pressure and relaxing it, forcing his rib cage flatter with each squeeze, letting it expand again slightly, knowing that both actions were equal torment to the man dangling, limp now, in her murderous vise.
As she squeezed in harder, his rib cage flexed, bending his spine just enough that his vertebrae rubbed against her already stimulated clit... that was what sealed his fate. She had only intended to break him -- albeit very, very badly -- but she hadnt realized two things.
First, hurting a man this way made her feel powerful in a way she had never before permitted herself to experience. Second... she hadnt expected his body to withstand the pressure this long without something giving way. Her thighs so completely encased his rib cage that the pressure was more akin to a train crushing a penny than a pair of scissors cutting a string.
Which was to say, she had realized that, when the final squeeze came, it wouldnt be a matter of ribs breaking... it would be a matter of... the thought of it, combined with the direct stimulation of her already electrified clit, the knowledge of the unbearable agony of her victim, the confidence she had that it was not only the satisfying thing to do but the right thing to do, to pay this man back for the suffering hed brought to this town and to her family personally, pushed her over the edge and into a bright, swirling storm of raw carnal bliss.
She leaned back, her moans rising to breathless, guttural screams of joy as her back and ass joined her thighs in one long, shuddering, titanic squeeze. The gigantic muscle groups in her thighs flexed hard, turning to slabs beneath her soft skin. Her long red hair draped down, spilling across the textured tile as her eyelids fluttered in a haze of endorphins and adrenaline that amplified her already terrifying physical strength to superhuman levels.
With a terrible slowness at first, she felt his rib cage bend further than it had yet -- she felt his heart hammering through his bones as they all, as one, creaked, cracked, splintered and then shattered in unison. With the sudden and complete absence of resistance, her thighs powered in on his defenseless lungs, heart and other internal organs, bursting them as his chest wall collapsed entirely and forcing a geyser of blood to jet from his gaping mouth in a bluish black stream that arced out to spatter into the hot water and across her calves, which now pressed together hard as the violence of her orgasm shook the dying body like a rat in the jaws of a bulldog.
She came so hard that her hot woman-cream flowed up from between her slit and his back, then pooled around his flattened torso to flow thickly over the ends of several ribs and a few vertebrae where theyd been crushed so hard theyd been forced out through his skin. She continued to climax, cumming hard, for fifteen solid minutes.
By the time she unlaced her ankles and allowed the destroyed body to fall into the hot tub, her arms and legs alike were trembling uncontrollably with excitement. She had never allowed herself to hurt anyone that way before. But now there was a fear in the back of her mind, as she dove into the swimming pool to shake some of his blood from her body.
The fear wasnt that shed be caught. The latex gloves guaranteed there would be no prints. Any DNA they found would be meaningless -- she wasnt in any DNA database, and what shed ejaculated had gone into a tub of hot water -- it would be undetectable, or at the very least, unidentifiable, by the time anyone thought to check -- and who would think to check for that with a body in the condition shed left his in?
No, her fear was simply this: that, given another chance, she might... no, would... do it again.