Taste of Your Own Breath

Plastic Bag Asphyxiation / Quadruple Amputee / Lesbian / f/f / non-con / Execution


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My feet made soft thumping sounds on the carpet as I padded over to the bed and got out the thick plastic bag. Two armless, legless girls lay in front of me on the bed. Jane, the cute tomboy cop, and Jiqui, a quiet Asian lady.
I leaned in over Jane. Her pussy and firm chest were bare in front of my eyes. I stared at her. She was pale, terrified. There was an I-strip of short black hair above her pussy that I left when I shaved her yesterday. I gave it a kiss. Above that strip, on her flat stomach, lay my pair of zipties. I stretched out the plastic bag in my hands, then gently brushed Jane’s hair off her cheek. “Are you ready?”

Her chest was moving up and down. She was hyperventilating. She swallowed, steeled herself, then said, “I’m ready.”

“How brave.” I kissed Jane on the cheek, ran my fingers and up and down her stomach. “Is there anything you would like to say before we start?”

“No. Just get it over with.”

“Why so eager?” I pinched one of the tiny hairs above her pussy and pulled.

Her helpless body twisted. “I’m scared. I just want this to be over. Please.”

“I think I’ll let you squirm a while,” I said, then walked over to Jiqui and unceremoniously slipped the bag over Jiqui’s head. The Asian girl’s detached eyes widened in terror. “You’re up first.” I pulled the bag tight, pinched it shut around the neck, and clasped a ziptie over it, then pulled as hard as I could. It made the zipping sound, and that was that.

Now it was Jiqui’s large chest that started to hyperventilate. The plastic bag was already fogged over.

Jane was watching with horror. I grabbed her, turned her on her chest, and slid her over to Jiqui’s pussy. “Don’t just sit there. Give her some pleasure.”

“I…”

“You want me to do it for you, right? Or do you want to die alone?”

Jane stared up at me. Jiqui’s slightly hairy pussy was moving right in front of her lips.

“She’s running out of time,” I said. “If you don’t want to please your friend, I’ll make sure you go slow.”

Jane took a breath, then opened her mouth. She’s never done this before, I could tell. I pushed her slightly closer, until her mouth had no choice but to touch against the lips of Jiqui’s pussy.

“Get your tongue in there, nice and flat, and keep licking,” I said, then moved over and held Jiqui down by the shoulders. My other hand I placed just below Jiqui’s belly and held her down, so she didn’t ‘kick’ Jane while she thrashed.

But Jiqui was taking her death with mellow acceptance. For now. The bag crumpled and unwound with her breaths, each faster than the last. She was trying to prepare herself for the oxygen to run out; she was completely focused on her death. It was like she had a plan for it.

I watched Jane work her magic on Jiqui’s pussy. Jane’s pretty hair had that punky undercut, just like my own except mine was longer. I cut her hair myself; it was fun. I watched her fringe move up and down and tickle Jiqui’s pudgy stomach.

“You’re doing good, Jane,” I said. “Don’t stop.”

Jiqui twitched under my arm. I suspected that wasn’t the asphyxiation yet; it was the licking. “You’re liking this, aren’t you?” I teased her. I tried to help out by rubbing her chest, but Jiqui’s boobs were too large for my hands, and kept slipping away with no arms to hold them in place. She wasn’t fat, she was just… how do I say this, a lady biologically very adapted for childbearing? Her ass was large, too.

Then, the oxygen started running out. My ziptie held very tight; her neck was red and bruised. I felt the change in her body immediately, from panic to a sudden loss of control, as if her movements became less precise. It lasted for a few seconds. And then her courage ran out.

She twitched, her body coiled and bucked. Jane’s lips broke away with a trail of saliva, but she pursued Jiqui’s pussy and kept licking. I held down Jiqui with my other hand. She was fighting, breathing extremely quickly, her chest going up-down-up-down, the pulse reverbing through the skin of her boobs in ripples. She was trying to breathe as fast as possible to use up the last bit of oxygen and die faster. She was trying to suffer as little as she could. That was her last act of defiance. A death as quick as she could make it. I could feel Jiqui’s heart rate through her body, so quick, it was like a thrumming vibration on its own.

“Now put your tongue as far as it can go,” I said, and remembered my towel, how it felt when I rubbed myself down. I pulled it down off my hair, then gathered up Jiqui’s boobs in both my arms and pulled the towel over them. I heard Jiqui moan despite herself. I pulled the warm, wet towel up and down her sensitive nipples while Jane was taking care of her down below. That was enough to break Jiqui’s spirit.

Her back arched, with enough strength to lift me. Jane pulled back her head as a streak of liquid sprayed her in the face. Jiqui’s pussy was pulsing and the rest of her body was completely still, back arched like a statue. What a sight. Her pussy twitched and danced with every muscle it had. Jane had no way to really get out of the way. I pulled open the walls of Jiqui’s pussy, and another blast of liquid splatted Jane’s cheek. I glanced at the paper bag. It outlined Jiqui’s open mouth, stuck in an inhalation. She was so completely still in one long climax, all her muscles pulled tight in one last jolt of pleasure. I moved my hand underneath her arched back, feeling the muscles there, and lower on her buttock. I tried to slip my finger inside her butt, and I couldn’t, it was so tense.
Finally, the plastic bag over Jiqui’s head deflated, and so did Jiqui’s back, and she settled. Her muscles had no more to give. Her breaths were slow and ragged. It’d still take her some time to die. She was at the edge between consciousness and death, and playing with her body would no longer reach her in a powerful way as it did before. She got her climax, and our work was done.

Jane was looking at me, open-mouthed. It was an expression of disbelief. Jane had such pretty, small lips and perfect white teeth. I turned her body over on its back and kissed her. She tried to turn away, but I held her head firm. Her mouth had a salty taste of Jiqui’s pussy. Jane’s tongue in my mouth was shy. I touched it with my own tongue, then broke off the kiss. “It’s your turn.”

“I know.”

“Want me to lick you? You won’t even know you’re dying. The sensation is so overwhelming.”

Her cheeks were slightly red. She was still terrified, I could feel her shaking in my arms. But she nodded. “Yes.”

I kissed her stomach, then moved down to the little strip of hair, then stopped. She was looking down at me, cheeks red, her breathing already sped up again. I stuck out my tongue at her. She breathed a little quicker. My tongue was so close to her pussy…

I could see her pupils go wide in anticipation of the pleasure…

Her nipples were hard. A bit of liquid leaked down the walls of her pussy. I breathed on it with my nose, and Jane inhaled, her mouth slightly open. This would be her last bit of fun before death, and she looked forward to it, she wanted it so badly.

And then I stood up. “Just kidding.”

She exhaled. “What-What do you mean?”

“Emily said I could keep one of you if I wanted. How does a new room sound? I could use a pretty body like yours to warm my bed. It’s not like you’re going anywhere, right?”

Her expression changed to that of sudden determination. “You’re serious? You’ll let me live?”

I sat on the bed beside her, and pulled her up to a sitting position in my lap. She was like a large doll. “I’m serious. But you won’t just be lounging around watching TV all day. Your job is to give me pleasure.”

She glanced at my bare nipple, an inch from her nose. “I understand. I think I can do that.”

“All right, then. Let’s get you to your new room while I clean this place up.”

The two of us glanced at Jiqui. Her chest moved slowly up, while the bag deflated. Then, her chest dropped, and the plastic bag rose. Then, they both were still.

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End of Part 2. There will be 1-2 more stories of Lena before I end this series, most likely about hanging.