Chapter 8 - Chesty Breather
Mei Ling cinched the wet leather straps tightly around the base of the News
Director's monster melons. A heavy breasted, middle aged, fading beauty, Pam
whimpered as her big boobs bulged obscenely, each strangled painfully by the wet
leather. As the thin straps dried, they would tighten even more, turning her
swollen breasts purple.
Mei Ling tightened the hard, knotted crotch strap that held Pam's big, raspy
anal and vaginal inserts in position. They helped Pam to understand her place in
Mei Ling's little universe of pain and degradation.
Poor Pam was strapped into a heavy chair bolted firmly to the floor. Mei
Ling fitted the gas mask over Pam's pinched, pretty face. After it had been
buckled firmly in place, all that was visible of Pam's features were her large,
expressive eyes peering anxiously through the plastic eyepieces. Mei Ling
explained.
"It looks like a gas mask, but it's really called a Controlled Inhalation
Breathing Helmut. All the air into the face hugging mask goes through this small
hose in my hand. I simply cover the end with my thumb, like this, and you stop
breathing."
Pam's eyes bulged. She panicked completely, struggling frantically against
the restraining straps, using up valuable oxygen. After a few entertaining
moments watching Pam's berserk struggles, Mei Ling removed her thumb. She smiled
gently, watching Pam's tortured tits heave as she sucked life-giving oxygen into
her burning lungs. Mei Ling's thumb twitched and Pam was cut off in mid-gasp.
Mei Ling reproached her softly.
"You mustn't be greedy, Pam."
Pam strained mightily. Her bare body flushed brick red all the way down to
her richly curled pubic triangle. A puddle of urine slowly expanded on the seat
between Pam's quivering thighs. Mei Ling inhaled deeply, enjoying the comingled
fragrances of fresh piss and fear sweat. She removed her thumb and Pam's
glistening torso heaved enchantingly once more as she frantically gulped in
oxygen.
