Office Offering – starring Annika Nillson

Nylon stocking are only soft to a certain point, then they cut deep, I can feel…

I will be sitting here on my office stool, reading. I’m wearing dark tan nylon stockings, wolford 5 gauge, self-sitting, and ballet mules… that's all.... one stocking’s on my right leg and another’s wrapped tight around my neck.

He enters, approaches me from behind and grasps the ends of the stocking where I placed them for him, over my shoulders, and slowly draws it tight. I stretch for him and offer him my hands. He takes a velcro cuff from his pocket, jerks my wrists roughly behind my back and fastens them together, crossed. Then he tightens the stocking more. My hands are tied, so I can’t fight back, I’m helpess. It’s terrible not being able to breathe. Panic crawls into my brain. I want to run away but I can`t.

He gathers the ends of the stocking in one hand and with the other explores my my body as I struggle for breath and freedom, and watches excitedly as my one bare and one stockinged leg kick and twist like they’re on fire.

I’m paralyzed, cannot move except as he moves me. He pinces the back of my neck just above the rope and my head snaps back. He looks down into my eyes and runs his fingers between my legs as he twists the stocking ends tighter. I see his evil eyes through a blood-red filter… cannot breathe… get dizzy… am afraid to die… arch my back, try to stand, but one of his hands on my shoulder and one on the stocking drag me down. His hands are so strong…

He moves one hand slowly down my body and by the time he gets to my sex, it has got wet and so he tenses for the kill. Other figures move in from the shadows… his enormous hands close over the stocking, squeezing my neck so cruelly… I see huge men, naked, hands pumping extended cocks – real, or a dying hallucination?

He settles and interlaces his long, thick fingers over the coiled stocking’s stretched length, already sunk into my soft neck-flesh. Then he grunts with enormous effort as in a single, dreadful squeeze, my muscles stiffen vainly, then surrender, and my trachea and larynx’s brittle cartilage gives way.

In his closed grip, along the whole length of my throat, from breastbone to chin, my respiratory system collapses into airtight ruin. Lights flash behind my eyes. From the lethal trauma in my throat, pain peaks to screaming white, spreads wide, and disappears. Orgasm follows in stately, draining waves, among which I stiffen and quiver in death throes.

In deepening dark, men groan fiercely. Semen patters on my clothes and exposed skin from all directions….

Everything gets darker, my heart is beating so fast... a thunderstorm roars inside my ears….

He strokes my face and hair as my tremors crest and subside, looks in my wide eyes and whispers hoarsely "I'm killing you now!" I gape at him as his thumbs turn inward and execute a final, wicked motion directed at the root of my tongue, my tongue extends quivering as my hyoid bone approaches its tensile limits, then falls back limply when it finally snaps.

I tense one last time then slump, limp. My eyelids flutter My bladder empties with a rush. The words make me so terribly scared, and I cannot escape his strangling...all fades away now… a peaceful silence. My eyes and mouth are slack with awe or outrage. Semen drips from my still form like melted candle wax, or like a painting of a saint...smelling bad....and looking very ...dead

So well written, so exciting details!!!! Annika, once again, is really lovely, deadly hot ;-p

Just a detail for my taste...... I'd prefer her wearing both stockings and strangled to death with another stocking....