I inhaled once again, vacuuming up the latest of Leah's farts. I'd always mocked her for being gassy, but this was something else. How long could she keep going?
By now I'd been getting sat on for hours, sniffing fart after fart as Leah watched tv, ignoring me as I struggled ineffectually beneath her, nose wedged in the crack of her red leggings.
Keeping up the endless stream, Leah farted again, no longer bothering to even shift her weight. I was forced to choke it down, just the latest addition to a list I'd already lost count of a long time ago. All pretense of a game of uncle was gone now, she was just enjoying herself at my expense.
I still put up a token effort to resist, but with my face trapped under her huge ass, I clearly wasn't going anywhere unless Leah let me. She hadn't even spoken in hours, just enjoying her new seat cushion.
So, it came as a complete shock when Leah wordlessly released me from my prison, and resettled on my chest. For the first time in hours, I was able to get a breath of fresh air, finally out from under my friend's rank butt.
"I think I'm done watching tv."
With her weight once again crushing my chest, it was hard to breathe, but I managed to get enough air to speak.
"Can you get off now?"
Leah didn't respond for a few seconds, and at first I thought she had ignored me. Apparently, she was thinking.
"Yeah, I guess I can let you go for now."
And with that, she went back to her bedroom, as if this whole episode had been the most natural thing in the world. What the hell?
Also, "for now"? I had no intention of letting Leah fart on me again, not with what her gut churned out.
By now it was getting late, so I started getting ready for bed, trying not to think about the several hour torture session I'd just come out of.
I turned the tv on to give myself some background noise, and laid in bed, already starting to drift off. Leah and I would definitely have some words about the night's events tomorrow.
I woke up with a start, realizing I was moving. My eyes shot open, and I realized that Leah was carrying me like a child toward her room. I suppose I am pretty light.
"Um, Leah, what are you doing?"
She didn't respond, carrying me into her room and stopping in front of her desk. Today she was dressed more in her usual aesthetic. Her thick curves were accentuated by a short black skirt and thigh-high socks. A revealing top showed off her pale skin and, not coincidentally, a considerable amount of cleavage.
Leah deposited me onto her chair, before shoving my shoulders down, forcing my legs under the desk. She sat in the now-vacant chair, swung her thighs over my shoulders, and grabbed a roll of duct tape out of a drawer.
"You still never said uncle yesterday, you know."
"Un-"
Her thighs snapped closed around my throat, strangling me before I could get the word out. She hooked her left foot around her right angle, tightening the hold as I tried in vain to force her legs apart with my hands.
She tut-tutted in response, grabbing either wrist.
"I know you love my thighs, but keep your hands to yourself, please."
She squeezed her legs even tighter, earning a strangled scream for mercy in response as I struggled for air.
She took her time duct taping my wrists to either arm of the chair, rendering them useless as I kept struggling, begging for mercy.
She let me keep struggling for several more seconds, then finally relented, releasing her legs and allowing me to gasp for air.
Before I could croak a single word out, she began squeezing again, slowly ratcheting up the pressure.
"You like getting crushed by my thighs, don't you, you little deviant?"
I shook my head and whimpered, hoping she'd let me go as the increasing pressure began cutting off my ability to breathe.
Her hand went to my crotch, making me jump.
"Oh? What's this then?"
I was embarrassed to realize I'd started to get slightly hard. I had to admit that Leah's curves were certainly easy on the eyes. and, pushing fear aside, maybe scissor holds weren't the worst thing...
My thoughts were scattered as she crossed one foot over the other again and resumed her vice grip, twisting her hips. I was completely strangled again.
"No response? That's what I thought."
She gave my crotch a squeeze, and retracted her hand.
My hands pulled at the duct tape, but she'd used it liberally enough that I couldn't get them to shift an inch. My legs kicked uselessly, not having enough space under the desk to get any real leverage.
Leah held me down for several seconds longer, before finally releasing me again. It looked like we were in for a repeat of yesterday's activities.
Before I could regain enough air to speak, her legs snapped closed once more, starting the whole process over.
She watched intently as I was slowly strangled between her legs, completely helpless. My face turned a deep shade of crimson before she relented.
"I bet he can go a little longer."
She seemed to be murmuring to herself. I began to shake my head, but she ignored me, legs returning to their vice grip around my throat. True to her word, she kept up the pressure even longer, wordlessly holding me down as I started to panic, desperate for air.
The cycle continued so many times I lost count, Leah pushing things slightly further every time.
Eventually, Leah decided to change positions.
She grabbed me by the neck and pulled me slightly higher in her chair. I lay still, trying to catch my breath, as she crossed her right foot into the crook of her left knee. She then positioned the back of my neck on her right calf, and lowered herself until the back of her thigh was pressing against my throat.
She dropped her full weight, instantly strangling me with the increased leverage of both legs.
My mouth flew wide open, desperate to get some air, but with all of her weight leveraged onto one thigh, I couldn't get anything down my crushed windpipe.
"So, are you going to say uncle?"
My mouth flopped open and closed, not able to make any sound with Leah's vice grip on my throat.
She shook her head.
"Such a shame, I guess we'll just have to keep going..."
She used one of her hands to hold my mouth open, and I watched in horror as she pursed her lips, legs holding my head perfectly still. A string of saliva began to slowly run towards my open mouth. I was forced to watch as a continuous stream of spit trickled down from between her lips, landing in my open mouth. With her tight grip on my throat, I couldn't spit it out or even swallow it, forced to let the growing gob just sit in my mouth as she continued strangling me.
"Why don't you say uncle, pervert? Do you like getting dominated?"
By now I was starting to run out of air, the taste of her saliva adding insult to injury as she resumed drooling into my mouth. My face turned a deep shade of red as I got increasingly desperate for air.
Finally, she clamped a hand over my mouth and let me up, only allowing me to breathe through my nose.
"Swallow."
I whimpered in response, shaking my head.
"You're either going to swallow one mouthful willingly, or several by force. Your choice."
I still refused to swallow, hoping she wouldn't follow through.
