Breathless
by Tasha


     Val struggled in his arms, but the man pinned her down easily.
     'You little slut,' he growled. 'Now you won't go to the police.'
     He wrapped his hands around her throat. His fingers touched at the
base of her hairline. Then he began to squeeze.
     Val gasped and then her air was cut off. Instinctively she grabbed
his wrists, trying to prise his hands away. It was no use.
     'I told you not to fight me, didn't I? All I wanted to do was warm
your little arse, teach you a lesson about dressing like a slut. But
you had to resist, didn't you? You had to scream. Well, this ought to
shut you up.'
    She tried to protest, tried to form words, but there was nothing
she could do. He was much stronger than she was.
     'Bloody cockteaser,' he continued, squeezing harder. 'You think
you can just strut around in a slinky dress and pretend you're not
offering yourself to all the men in the bar?'
     Val kicked and twisted feebly in his grasp, her strength beginning
to wane as the blood pounded in her head.
    'I always wanted to put you over my knee and give you what you
deserve. But you had to be difficult. You just couldn't take your
medicine. Now you're going to pay even more.'
     He was still speaking, but his words were nothing but a hum in her
ears. Black spots appeared behind her eyes and then the slow, pulsing
darkness engulfed her.

                                 oOo

     Val swam back to consciousness and euphoria to find Tom smiling
down at her.
     She sighed and touched her throat.
     'I'd better put some Arnica on that,' he said with a laugh. 'Or
you're not going out in public without a turtleneck.'
     She grimaced. 'But it's June! I'll suffocate!'
     Tom grinned. 'Not your kink, eh?'



© 2004 SSC by Tasha