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From: cmeier@swbell.net (Christopher Meier)
Subject: Story: The Gasping Couple (6/? m/f, smoth, suff, bag, cons)

The Gasping Couple (6/? m/f, smoth, suff, bag, cons)

The following contains material of an adult nature. If you are under
the legal age of consent please move on to something else. If you are
old enough, enjoy; with my blessings.

Comments welcome.

And now Chapter 6:

It had been about a week since our little escapade in the basement of
Rick’s house and we had seen each other every night except for
Wednesday, when Rick had been on-call and had to assist in surgery. We
hadn’t done any of our usual stuff, but the itch was getting to me and
I hoped Rick was up to it tonight.

I got home from work about five that night, and there was a message on
my answering machine. I pushed the play button and heard Rick’s voice.

"Hi Mindy, I have been home for several hours and just wanted to see
if we could get together tonight? Give me a call beautiful. I love
you. Talk to you soon."

The machine clicked off and rewound itself. 

I picked up the phone and dialed Rick’s number. He answered after only
a couple of rings.

"Hello?" Rick answered.

"Hi," I said. "It’s me."

"I was hoping you’d call. Wanna’ get together and do something?"

"Like what?" I responded.

"Oh, I don’t know. I thought you could come over and we could play.
The basement has been lonely this past week."

"I am sure it has. Should we go and keep it company?"

"Yes!"

"Okay. Be right over."

I hopped into my car and began the short ride over to Rick’s place. My
mind was on what Rick may have in mind for playtime tonight. Oh well,
I’m sure I’ll enjoy it.

I arrive at his house and can feel myself getting wet. The excitement
is too much and I have to finger myself to an orgasm before I can get
up and walk up the steps to Rick’s door.

I use my key to let myself in and walk into the living room. Rick is
sitting on his favorite recliner and watching television. He glances
up at me and grins.

"What took you so long?"

"Sorry, I had to relieve myself before coming up. My imagination got
the best of me."

"Really? Like what."

I liked the mask I used on you last time. I want you to do that to
me."

"Ooh. Sounds good. Maybe later. But first I have another idea. Let’s
go downstairs."

Rick starts to walk toward the basement and I follow. He opens the
door and turns on the light. He begins down the steps. I glance past
him but see nothing about his idea. I head after him and see him
grinning at me.

"Go ahead and take your clothes off. Then make yourself comfortable."
He motions toward a high back chair. I disrobe and step over to the
chair and sit down. He looks at me and goes to his cart of restraints.
He wheels it over and picks up some rope. He begins to wind it around
my arms and the arms of the chair, immobilizing them. He bends down to
my legs and proceeded to strap them to the legs of the chair. Once my
limbs were secured, he took some more rope and began to wind them
around my body, crisscrossing over and under my boobs. He then pulls
them taut and I was completely immobile. Rick turns back to the cart
and pulls a strange looking neck brace off of it. It looks like the
kind of collar they use to immobilize the neck of patients who just
had neck surgery. Rick takes it over to me and begins to strap it on
me. 

After it is around my neck, he rests my chin in the appropriate spot
on the collar and pulls the straps over my head to hold it in place. I
try to turn my head, but the collar holds me still. 

Rick goes over to the wall and retrieves a vibrator. On the way back
to me he grabs something off the table and returns to my side. He
slides the vibrator into my already soaked cunt and turns it on. Just
slow enough to keep me excited, but not enough to get me off. I was
straining against my bonds, but they wouldn’t give. He stands behind
me and pulls the ball gag he had been holding into my mouth. It gets
behind my teeth and rest there. Rick buckles the straps behind my
head.

I hear a rustle behind me and then something is pulled over my head.
It is transparent and then it dawns on me: It is a plastic bag.

"MMMMMMMMM!" I moan into the gag and I feel Rick pull the bag tight
around my throat. I try to twist my head, but the brace does its job
and I am held immobile. I pull against my bonds, the buzz of the
vibrator starting to tease me all the more. The bag expands and
deflates as I breathe slowly in and out. He reaches down to the
vibrator and turns the little device to full. My breathing begins to
pick up. The CO2 levels are rising and my brain is not getting the
oxygen it needs. The air is beginning to get stale in the bag. It is
harder to breathe. I can tell my breathing is getting more and more
rapid, but I am not getting any oxygen. The inflation and deflation of
the bag is getting faster. 

I see Rick standing in front of me, he is staring intently at me. My
breathing is coming in gasps and the tunnel vision has started.The
first orgasms start to come over me, but my lungs are not getting the
air they need to recover. However, the orgasms continue and spots
start to form in front of my eyes. The darkness grows. At the end of
the tunnel that is my vision, I can see Rick’s face and his mouth, the
words ‘I love you’ forming on his lips.

The darkness overwhelms me and I slip into unconsciousness.

I awaken to the cool air on my face and Rick’s face in my view. He is
staring intently at me. The gag is off, as is the collar, but the
ropes are still binding me tightly to the chair. There is a look of
concern on his face, but it is quickly gone when he sees my eyes open.
He bends down and gives me a kiss. A long, slow and deep one.

"Rick!" I yell at him. "I told you I didn’t want to try that. How
could you?"

"Real easy. I tied you to the chair and put the bag over your head.
You did the rest."

"Very funny. I was panicking. The feeling was scary. But the orgasm
was intense. Almost as good as with the nitrous oxide. I think I could
be talked into doing that again. Maybe."

"Are you up for more fun?" Rick asks, a grin on his face.

I simply nod, knowing I’ll enjoy whatever he comes up with.

"Be right back." Rick disappears into the video room and comes back
with the VCR and TV on a rolling cart. He places it in front of me and
presses the rewind button. He moves over to the restraint cart and
begins humming to himself. Rick picks up several items I can’t see and
sets them aside.

He walks over to the wall of masks, as I have come to call it, and
pulls down several. He returns to the VCR and checks its progress.
Rick grabs the items from the restraint cart and comes over to me.

"Open wide, please."

"What is this the. . ." My sentence is cut off as he forces something
past my teeth and into my mouth.

I taste rubber, but it isn’t a ball gag. It feels pliable and I try to
push it out. It is then that I notice the tube extending from my mouth
and to a bulb in Rick’s hand. He squeezes the bulb and I can feel what
must be a bladder in my mouth get larger. 

"It’s an inflatable gag," Rick explains. He continues to squeeze the
bulb and by this time the gag is too large to push out past my teeth.

Once it is fully inflated and my protests are completely stifled, he
detaches the tube from the gag in my mouth. A valve prevents the air
from escaping.

He picks up another item and I recognize it immediately, it’s a nipple
clamp and he bends down and puts it on my right nipple. The sting is
painful, but my moan is silenced by the bladder in my mouth.  He
repeats the procedure with the left nipple. My nipples feel detached
from my body, but the feeling is very pleasurable. 

Rick grabs another item, a dildo which he inserts into my already
soaked pussy. Then he grabs one of the masks he took from the wall and
holds it up. It is just a regular-looking hood, with eye-holes. Then I
noticed that it did not have holes for the mouth or nose. 

"This should prove interesting," I thought.

Rick slips the latex mask over my face and head. He checks to make
sure that it fits well and pulls the rubber away from my face to give
me one last breath and then lets go. I try to breathe, but the mask
does not give and no air comes to my lungs. I struggle to breathe but
it is no use, I’m not getting any air and am suffocating. The tunnel
vision is quicker to form this time and spots follow soon after. The
blackness is accompanied by the dildo moving in and out of my pussy.
My orgasm is cut off by the unconsciousness brought on my the mask.

Once more, I awaken to the brush of cool air on my face. The gag is
still in place, as are the nipple clamps. I am still bound to the
chair, but the hood has been removed. Rick is in front of me.

"I love you," he proclaims to me. He turns around and picks up another
hood. This one is familiar to me: It is the one I used on Rick
earlier. The one I had proclaimed my fondness for earlier.

"Looks like your wish will come true." He has a huge grin on his face.

The black rubber is pulled over my head and set firmly into place, the
gasket hanging in front of my nose and mouth. Rick retrieves the
bottle of chloroform and the pad. He soaks the pad in chloroform and
puts the pad into the gasket and closes the top of it. 

I inhale and the fumes of the anesthetic soar into my lungs. The
effect is immediate and I can feel the buzz starting. The noises grow
louder and the smell is in my nose. I can feel myself starting to lose
it, but also Rick’s voice in my ear and his hand on the dildo in my
crotch. 

"I want you." He bends down and begins to lick my tits and pulls my
clamped nipples into his mouth and begins to suck on them. He is
moving the dildo back and forth and the tingling in my tits is
growing. But lurking in the back of my mind is the coming darkness
that the chloroform is bringing to me. The numbness is in my
extremities and slowly crawling up them. Then suddenly, everything
goes black as the drug does its work.


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