Moonboy
06-09-2009, 6:50 AM
MANCASE
Chapter 4
By Moonboy
Doug was turning blue and writhing helplessly. Jamie sensually pushed her
warm breast into his mouth and face, gyrating on top of him as if they were
making love. She kept her eyes on his, enjoying every moment of his
agony. His lungs were burning with the need to expel the bad air and
inhale. He was trying to thrust instinctively too.
“You know,” she teased, “they say that, if possible, the last thing a man
does as he dies is ejaculate. Maybe it’s some last biological attempt to
continue the species. The way you are humping, poor Dougy, is your poor
brain telling you that you are about to die?”
White lights were flashing in his brain. He was making desperate pleading
sounds. Jamie suddenly lifted her breast from his face. He had only a
moment to expel the stale air and start to gasp in fresh air before her other
nipple filled the ring and her breast pressed down, smothering him anew.
Jamie purred and wriggled on Doug as if they were two lovers passionately
having sex.
“Oh baby,” she teased. “You are turning purple. Is the effort really that
much? I guess I’ve really got you turned on.”
After a time, she quickly switched back and forth from nipple to nipple. He
had to expel and catch whatever breath he could in that fraction of a
second. He had looked like he could not take anymore for hours yet she still
went on and on with it. By the time she finally had enough, he was a
gasping, wheezing, purple mess that looked barely alive. She took a tube full
of awful smelling snuff and rammed it up each of his nostrils, spraying some
in to make sure his nostrils stayed wide open. Then she replaced the ring
gag with the bulb, inflating it fully. As he raggedly breathed through his
nose, she patted his stomach and said, “Catch you next time, dumb ass.”
Then she flipped the case closed and locked it.
It seemed like forever before the case opened again. Granted it was
impossible to really judge time when inside it. But this time it really seemed
far longer. Doug slept and awoke uncountable times. He was desperately
thirsty. He could not use anything to judge how long it had been. He could
not count how many times he slept because the thirst and hunger and
cramped positions made sleep sporadic. His mind almost shut off in a silent,
dark world. But he somehow knew his mind would be gone if he let it shut
off like that so he tried to at least keep daydreaming.
When the case finally opened, it was like it wasn’t even real for a minute. It
must have felt like that being born. Suddenly there was light and it was cold
compared to inside. But this was way different than being born. All three of
the women were there. Lisa immediately jumped up and landed with her
posterior on his chest, driving what little air he had out of him.
“Miss us, ass-kisser?” she mocked. “Is your pathetic little male mind still
even there? I hope so.”
Jamie brought over some water. He swallowed it and managed to notice
enough of his surroundings to realize he was not in the lab or in any of their
houses. Dr. Tara Wilson walked over. She was oiled and wearing a string
bikini.
“I wore this just for you, oinker,” she smiled. “This is one time when I
actually want some sorry chauvinist crap ogling me. It just makes your
suffering worse.”
She sat directly on his mouth and nose, cutting off his air. Her huge breasts
hovered above him as she looked down, regarding him as if he were a rabid
animal or worse.
“So, let’s have a little talk,” she smiled. “By now, even a mindless male like
you who thinks with that little head and those aching balls must have
realized this isn’t a real experiment. The male controlled laws wouldn’t allow
me to do things like this to an experimental subject, even a male animal. Oh,
poor baby, I’m afraid the university knows nothing about any experiment I’m
running. The papers you signed somehow got lost. As far as anyone knows,
you just disappeared. Know what that means?”
His lungs were already screaming for air and he writhed in agony. She
grinded down even harder and laughed, “That means, you worthless male
piece of shit, that we can do absolutely anything to you. And you better
believe that we will.”
Tara’s luscious thighs were to either side of Doug’s head, solid and gripping
him as she pulled the thong aside and wedged his nose into her pussy. He
was looking up at her firm stomach and full, gorgeous breasts as the sounds
of his own pumping heart filled his ears.
“Hmm,” Lisa purred, “I wonder if this will be the time she finally loses it and
kills you, you piece of male trash?”
“Mmmm, could be,” Tara teased.
She held him down for longer than she ever had before. She was writhing
and moaning above him, caressing her own luscious breasts, getting off on
his suffering and the grinding of her pussy around his nose. Lisa smiled and
disappeared from his view. A moment later, he felt her hit his balls and he
jolted with pain. Tara gasped in pleasure.
“Do it again,” she laughed. “Keep doing it.”
“With pleasure,” Lisa said.
Lisa hauled off and punched his balls again and again. The jolts to his body
were causing Tara to gasp in pleasure. He was terrified. He feared they
might permanently damage his balls. Leaning over his face, Jamie smiled and
seemed to read his mind.
“Don’t worry about it. You’ll never get to use them again anyway.”
His bulging eyes were begging for mercy. He received none as Tara
smothered him into unconsciousness and Lisa helped the process by
punching his nuts again and again and Jamie waved to him as he passed
out.
When Doug awoke, something seemed different. He felt a slight breeze and
heard the sounds of people laughing. There was another sound, a rushing
sound that he could not quite identify. His head was upright but his legs
were also sticking straight up. It was dark. There was something over his
head. He moaned and struggled. He heard female laughter.
“Aching nuts is awake,” he heard Lisa say.
“Go check him out,” he heard Jamie say.
He felt something pulled off of him and then there was a painful strike and
the thing covering his head vanished. He felt air on his face and Lisa was
standing over him. He looked around and tried to gather where he was. It
looked like a small tent with no floor to it. He could see a beach and water
in the distance. He saw a blanket nearby and a bucket on its side, still
rolling back and forth. He realized his head had been covered by the bucket
and a blanket tossed over that. He was buried in the sand, case and all,
with only his head and feet sticking out.
“Jamie and Lisa thought you might enjoy a day at the beach,” Tara
explained. “I know I’m going to.”
“Let’s go for a swim then play with our pet,” Jamie said to Lisa.
“He’s not a pet, he’s a piece of crap,” Lisa snapped.
“Sorry,” she amended. "But yes, let’s go for a nice swim.”
While they were gone, Tara peeled off her bikini. Doug could not help but
stare. ‘Peeled’ was the right word. She had been tanning and it came away
from her perfect skin. Her nipples were hard as she walked over to him. She
put the heel of her right foot on his forehead and pushed his head back. He
moaned through the ring-gag as his neck felt the pressure and he had to
look up her exquisite form. Her breasts hovered above him glistening with
lotion and the reflection of the sun. Her pussy glistened with arousal as his
eyes slid up her lovely legs.
“See something you want, male?”
She spat out the last word with hatred. She lowered herself until her pussy
was just over his eyes and she grabbed his ears, digging her fingernails in.
“I’ll bet you want it, you filthy pig. But here’s the only way you’re going to
get it.”
Then she dropped, slamming down onto his face. She reached down with
one hand and squeezed his nose shut.
“You know the drill. Start licking if you want to breathe, pig.”
He closed his eyes and started rimming her wet pussy lips, slowly building her
up. She writhed and moaned above him, oblivious to the fact that she was
still holding his nose closed. His eyes grew wide and desperate and his
licking got shaky.
“Do it right or die,” she snapped.
He controlled himself and licked properly. She did not acknowledge it but let
him have a quick breath. By the time Jamie and Lisa returned, Tara was
grinding onto his face and slamming herself down over and over. They could
hear Doug’s muffled moans and his cries of pain as she strained his bent
neck. They just smiled as she cried out in orgasm using his face to satisfy
herself. Then she just rested as he licked away, easing her down and finally
she turned so her butt was upwards towards his eyes. She wiggled,
squeezing his nose between her cheeks and using him as a cushion, relaxing
while he suffocated beneath her.
Tara took the suffering male right to the edge of consciousness again and
again.
“Oh, his face is all purple,” Jamie laughed.
“I see you two have gotten yourselves nice and wet,” Tara smiled.
“The better to torment male garbage,” Lisa said.
Tara stood up, not even looking back as Doug gasped desperately for
breath. As Lisa approached, he stared wild-eyed. She knelt.
“What’s the matter, oinker? Do I scare you?”
He just continued staring, eyes begging hopelessly. She placed her left knee
right onto his nose and then used it as a pivot point to spin around so her
ass was facing upwards towards his eyes. He cried out in pain, unsure if his
nose was broken. But Lisa gave him no time to think, setting down and
snuggling his nose between her cheeks. Then Jamie leaped and landed on
his chest. Lisa eased up just enough so the breath could be expelled. Then
he found himself literally out of breath and frantically trying to move and get
air as Lisa and Jamie purred, fondled each others’ breasts and began kissing.
Tara leaned over and said, “You may suffocate here if these two love birds
forget about you. I could remind them but I need to take a swim.”
Smiling, she walked out as he moaned, tried to wiggle and turned purple
while the women made love above him.
To Be Continued...
Chapter 4
By Moonboy
Doug was turning blue and writhing helplessly. Jamie sensually pushed her
warm breast into his mouth and face, gyrating on top of him as if they were
making love. She kept her eyes on his, enjoying every moment of his
agony. His lungs were burning with the need to expel the bad air and
inhale. He was trying to thrust instinctively too.
“You know,” she teased, “they say that, if possible, the last thing a man
does as he dies is ejaculate. Maybe it’s some last biological attempt to
continue the species. The way you are humping, poor Dougy, is your poor
brain telling you that you are about to die?”
White lights were flashing in his brain. He was making desperate pleading
sounds. Jamie suddenly lifted her breast from his face. He had only a
moment to expel the stale air and start to gasp in fresh air before her other
nipple filled the ring and her breast pressed down, smothering him anew.
Jamie purred and wriggled on Doug as if they were two lovers passionately
having sex.
“Oh baby,” she teased. “You are turning purple. Is the effort really that
much? I guess I’ve really got you turned on.”
After a time, she quickly switched back and forth from nipple to nipple. He
had to expel and catch whatever breath he could in that fraction of a
second. He had looked like he could not take anymore for hours yet she still
went on and on with it. By the time she finally had enough, he was a
gasping, wheezing, purple mess that looked barely alive. She took a tube full
of awful smelling snuff and rammed it up each of his nostrils, spraying some
in to make sure his nostrils stayed wide open. Then she replaced the ring
gag with the bulb, inflating it fully. As he raggedly breathed through his
nose, she patted his stomach and said, “Catch you next time, dumb ass.”
Then she flipped the case closed and locked it.
It seemed like forever before the case opened again. Granted it was
impossible to really judge time when inside it. But this time it really seemed
far longer. Doug slept and awoke uncountable times. He was desperately
thirsty. He could not use anything to judge how long it had been. He could
not count how many times he slept because the thirst and hunger and
cramped positions made sleep sporadic. His mind almost shut off in a silent,
dark world. But he somehow knew his mind would be gone if he let it shut
off like that so he tried to at least keep daydreaming.
When the case finally opened, it was like it wasn’t even real for a minute. It
must have felt like that being born. Suddenly there was light and it was cold
compared to inside. But this was way different than being born. All three of
the women were there. Lisa immediately jumped up and landed with her
posterior on his chest, driving what little air he had out of him.
“Miss us, ass-kisser?” she mocked. “Is your pathetic little male mind still
even there? I hope so.”
Jamie brought over some water. He swallowed it and managed to notice
enough of his surroundings to realize he was not in the lab or in any of their
houses. Dr. Tara Wilson walked over. She was oiled and wearing a string
bikini.
“I wore this just for you, oinker,” she smiled. “This is one time when I
actually want some sorry chauvinist crap ogling me. It just makes your
suffering worse.”
She sat directly on his mouth and nose, cutting off his air. Her huge breasts
hovered above him as she looked down, regarding him as if he were a rabid
animal or worse.
“So, let’s have a little talk,” she smiled. “By now, even a mindless male like
you who thinks with that little head and those aching balls must have
realized this isn’t a real experiment. The male controlled laws wouldn’t allow
me to do things like this to an experimental subject, even a male animal. Oh,
poor baby, I’m afraid the university knows nothing about any experiment I’m
running. The papers you signed somehow got lost. As far as anyone knows,
you just disappeared. Know what that means?”
His lungs were already screaming for air and he writhed in agony. She
grinded down even harder and laughed, “That means, you worthless male
piece of shit, that we can do absolutely anything to you. And you better
believe that we will.”
Tara’s luscious thighs were to either side of Doug’s head, solid and gripping
him as she pulled the thong aside and wedged his nose into her pussy. He
was looking up at her firm stomach and full, gorgeous breasts as the sounds
of his own pumping heart filled his ears.
“Hmm,” Lisa purred, “I wonder if this will be the time she finally loses it and
kills you, you piece of male trash?”
“Mmmm, could be,” Tara teased.
She held him down for longer than she ever had before. She was writhing
and moaning above him, caressing her own luscious breasts, getting off on
his suffering and the grinding of her pussy around his nose. Lisa smiled and
disappeared from his view. A moment later, he felt her hit his balls and he
jolted with pain. Tara gasped in pleasure.
“Do it again,” she laughed. “Keep doing it.”
“With pleasure,” Lisa said.
Lisa hauled off and punched his balls again and again. The jolts to his body
were causing Tara to gasp in pleasure. He was terrified. He feared they
might permanently damage his balls. Leaning over his face, Jamie smiled and
seemed to read his mind.
“Don’t worry about it. You’ll never get to use them again anyway.”
His bulging eyes were begging for mercy. He received none as Tara
smothered him into unconsciousness and Lisa helped the process by
punching his nuts again and again and Jamie waved to him as he passed
out.
When Doug awoke, something seemed different. He felt a slight breeze and
heard the sounds of people laughing. There was another sound, a rushing
sound that he could not quite identify. His head was upright but his legs
were also sticking straight up. It was dark. There was something over his
head. He moaned and struggled. He heard female laughter.
“Aching nuts is awake,” he heard Lisa say.
“Go check him out,” he heard Jamie say.
He felt something pulled off of him and then there was a painful strike and
the thing covering his head vanished. He felt air on his face and Lisa was
standing over him. He looked around and tried to gather where he was. It
looked like a small tent with no floor to it. He could see a beach and water
in the distance. He saw a blanket nearby and a bucket on its side, still
rolling back and forth. He realized his head had been covered by the bucket
and a blanket tossed over that. He was buried in the sand, case and all,
with only his head and feet sticking out.
“Jamie and Lisa thought you might enjoy a day at the beach,” Tara
explained. “I know I’m going to.”
“Let’s go for a swim then play with our pet,” Jamie said to Lisa.
“He’s not a pet, he’s a piece of crap,” Lisa snapped.
“Sorry,” she amended. "But yes, let’s go for a nice swim.”
While they were gone, Tara peeled off her bikini. Doug could not help but
stare. ‘Peeled’ was the right word. She had been tanning and it came away
from her perfect skin. Her nipples were hard as she walked over to him. She
put the heel of her right foot on his forehead and pushed his head back. He
moaned through the ring-gag as his neck felt the pressure and he had to
look up her exquisite form. Her breasts hovered above him glistening with
lotion and the reflection of the sun. Her pussy glistened with arousal as his
eyes slid up her lovely legs.
“See something you want, male?”
She spat out the last word with hatred. She lowered herself until her pussy
was just over his eyes and she grabbed his ears, digging her fingernails in.
“I’ll bet you want it, you filthy pig. But here’s the only way you’re going to
get it.”
Then she dropped, slamming down onto his face. She reached down with
one hand and squeezed his nose shut.
“You know the drill. Start licking if you want to breathe, pig.”
He closed his eyes and started rimming her wet pussy lips, slowly building her
up. She writhed and moaned above him, oblivious to the fact that she was
still holding his nose closed. His eyes grew wide and desperate and his
licking got shaky.
“Do it right or die,” she snapped.
He controlled himself and licked properly. She did not acknowledge it but let
him have a quick breath. By the time Jamie and Lisa returned, Tara was
grinding onto his face and slamming herself down over and over. They could
hear Doug’s muffled moans and his cries of pain as she strained his bent
neck. They just smiled as she cried out in orgasm using his face to satisfy
herself. Then she just rested as he licked away, easing her down and finally
she turned so her butt was upwards towards his eyes. She wiggled,
squeezing his nose between her cheeks and using him as a cushion, relaxing
while he suffocated beneath her.
Tara took the suffering male right to the edge of consciousness again and
again.
“Oh, his face is all purple,” Jamie laughed.
“I see you two have gotten yourselves nice and wet,” Tara smiled.
“The better to torment male garbage,” Lisa said.
Tara stood up, not even looking back as Doug gasped desperately for
breath. As Lisa approached, he stared wild-eyed. She knelt.
“What’s the matter, oinker? Do I scare you?”
He just continued staring, eyes begging hopelessly. She placed her left knee
right onto his nose and then used it as a pivot point to spin around so her
ass was facing upwards towards his eyes. He cried out in pain, unsure if his
nose was broken. But Lisa gave him no time to think, setting down and
snuggling his nose between her cheeks. Then Jamie leaped and landed on
his chest. Lisa eased up just enough so the breath could be expelled. Then
he found himself literally out of breath and frantically trying to move and get
air as Lisa and Jamie purred, fondled each others’ breasts and began kissing.
Tara leaned over and said, “You may suffocate here if these two love birds
forget about you. I could remind them but I need to take a swim.”
Smiling, she walked out as he moaned, tried to wiggle and turned purple
while the women made love above him.
To Be Continued...