Betrayal Pt. 03

Please get off me! Please let me breathe! Please have mercy!

Sylvia read all this from my pleading eyes. She merely grinned back down at me, enjoying herself and wallowing in my misery.

It was a long time before I got to breathe again for more than anything like just a few seconds. When Sylvia eventually rose from my crushed face the fresh air felt like it was the most wondrous thing in the world. My nose snorted in air like there was no tomorrow.

'He's all yours, Demetria,' she said to the already standing policewoman.

I watched Sylvia's prominent backside strutting jauntily to a chair. I knew every square millimetre of her backside. I also knew that it wouldn't be long before she'd take great delight in making me reacquainted with in the minutest detail.

Demetria had taken off her panties and you could see the droplets of come glistening on her pubic hair. She'd been masturbating at the sight of me being face sat tortured. Then she smiled a kind of really evil smile and came and straddled my stomach and sat down, knocking the breathe out of me.

'I've dreamed of doing this,' she told me, systematically slipping on her black leather gloves. 'You have no idea how much I'm going to enjoy this.'

Just watching her slowly, methodically putting on the gloves. Her smilingly staring down at my helplessness sent a shiver of ice through my spine.

'I'm going to suffocate you like you wouldn't believe,' she breathed menacingly, squeezing my nostrils together. The bitch! She'd deliberately done it as I was exhaling. I was gasping for air right away.

Her vagina glared at me ominously, moist and sexually stimulated. Her weight bore down on me relentlessly.

'Oh yes,' she panted in excitement, gleefully watching my face turning red. 'This is going to be just so exquisite.'

Exquisite! What a word to use while she was smother- torturing me. It's funny the things you remember when the odds are stacked against you and you happen to be enduring so much agony your lungs are fit to burst. Exquisite!

'Yes, it's quite exquisite,' she gaily laughed, happy she'd found the right word to express her pleasure.

My face went to crimson and she released her gloved fingers around my nose just enough for my carbon dioxide to dispel with a hiss and to allow a fraction of oxygen in.

Her nipples stuck out rigid before her, and I watched disgusted as she massaged her right breast with her free hand. It looked strange in a way, a black leather gloved hand against the porcelain white flesh, squashing and kneading it.

She used me like this for an hour, but it seemed like a day. And every time she took me to the limit of my endurance I wished, prayed for the welcoming darkness of oblivion. But she was too cruel to allow me that release. She kept me on the brink, always taunting me and thoroughly enthralled by my suffering.

I was too far-gone to really notice what came next. It kind of took me by surprise. She rose slightly, enough to shift herself forwards until her cunt was right above my face, while skilfully still stifling my nose. I hadn't been allowed any air for a while now and my lungs were burning like Hades in a heat wave. Then she adeptly sat down, manoeuvring my nose inside her cunt like it was always supposed to fit in there, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Her tongue slaked across her ruby lips, her wide eyes mesmerised by my plight. My head could hardly move but I was just able to wrestle my head a bit this way and that. But all it did was to rub my nose against the inside of her wet vulva. My survival instincts dictated that I struggle and by God I did. But it was ironic that my desperately writhing head should only stimulate her even more. I was working her off just by trying to free myself to breathe through my ensnared nose.

A long whining gasp emitted from the back of her throat and her body randomly contorted, contracting and then relaxing. Warm glutinous fluid encompassed my nose, spreading across my face. The noises coming from her could have been mistaken for pain; such were the intensity of her orgasms. She supplemented my stimulating facial movements against her muff with gyrating herself to fuck my nose with her body. My agony-wrecked nerve-endings and my entire being pleaded for her to let me breathe, just even a bit, any amount at all. But it went on for ages, never-ending and I was positive she was going to kill me.

Just before the darkness came to collect me, and I was absolutely certain that was it, that I'd never again be able to breathe ever again, Sylvia must have pulled her up off me.

'Nearly,' Sylvia said to her gently. 'It's so easy to do when you get carried away.'

Then through my tears of pain and nasal wheezings I saw Sylvia help her prodigy over to the chair. Sylvia had taken off her breeches and her enormous bare bottom looked even more frightening because I knew exactly what she was going to put me through. The inevitable was about to happen.

I was very scared and wished they'd get carried away and end this waking nightmare but I knew they never would. They'd got me precisely where they wanted me. And they were going to make full use of me in any way they wished.