"?x ?y / x=porn(y) #1" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/VcjYCGri Created on: Tuesday 16th of June 2015 02:09:57 AM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:44:51 AM UTC ?x ?y / x=porn(y) 13-Sep-14 21:04 #25 Up to top Down to bottom Choke Therapy Nurse Claire looked up from her paperwork when she heard knocks on the door. The expression of crushing boredom left her face, making place for bubbly excitation that something happened on this otherwise tiresome day. Before she noticed it she was already standing. "It's open!" Not wasting a second, she cheerfully opened the door... only to wince at the sight. "Hi! How can I hel-- Ew, ouch! Come in, sit her on the bed." Amanda hopped through the door, her arms resting on her two friends' shoulders. Claire didn't bother asking for their name and dismissed them as soon as they had laid her on the examination table. She stayed silent for a few minutes as she worked, but had a grim expression when she turned to Amanda's face, her bare foot still in hand. "This is not good, miss, um... - Whitney, Amanda. Second year. - Well, my dear Amanda... your ankle is broken. I will give you a splint, but it's a matter of months before it can support your weight again. Amanda's heart sank. - What? Months? But I... the competitions start in two weeks! - I'm afraid you'll have to sit this one out, I'm sorry. - But... I can't! I'm on a sports scholarship! If I miss the competitions I'm useless to the school, and they'll ditch me like a used condom! - I'm sorry, I'm a nurse, not a cleric! I can't magic that fracture away. The best I can give you is a splint and a medical leave. Nothing will make it heal faster, unless you prefer the choke therapy. - Oh yeah, 'cures all ills', that's it? Gee, thanks." Claire got up and motioned to her desk. "I'll just write you the leave, see if you can use it to negociate the scholarship, okay? - Uhm... yeah, thank you. I'll have something to sign, I guess?" - No, don't-- - Aauuugh! - Oh God, let me get you back on the bed." Amanda hold to the examination table with all her might to keep from falling, cursing herself for absentmindedly trying to walk to the desk. As Claire helped her lift herself back onto the table, she spoke again. "Don't try this stunt again even with the splint on, understood? You'll need a pair of crutches. - You know what? Screw it. The choke therapy sounds like a better option now." The nurse sat down next to Amanda. "Are you sure about that? - Of course not! That scares me. But... I'm not living through months of not even being able to put my foot down. And deal with the scholarship problems on top of that... Yes, I'm sure. - I cannot accept a confused answer. Are you sure or not?" The girl took a deep breath. "...Yes. Hey, at least it will take my weight off that ankle, won't it? - Got it. I'm going to assume that was your final answer." The bathroom was wide enough to accomodate a wheelchair, but unpacking it for less than an hour just wasn't worth it. Claire simply took her charge's arm over her shoulder and walked her to the toilet seat. "I'll prepare the paperwork in the meantime. Patients must be nude for the treatment, so you can just leave everything here. - Uhm, okay, but why? It can't be so I don't wet my pants since we're taking care of that right now... - I think the only reason is to make it sexier. It's all filmed an put on the school's intranet, you know? - Wait, people are gonna fap to my death? - 'fap' is hardly the right word, but yeah, it's assumed to be the main reason for most of our students who download the videos. - So I'm gonna become these girls' sick sadistic fantasy? Is it too late to back off? - Oh, please don't say that. The school ran a poll, you know? Sure, some buyers are into savoring the look of total agony on your pretty face; others just like seeing a naked girl move her legs... But most of those who answered would rather take your place if there were no consequences. A small part of them wants to go through it, but the rest chickens out. Miss Whitney, it's not a sadistic fantasy... it's wish fulfillment. - Well... Now that you said it, I do find it a bit exciting, and scary at the same time. Now that I'm here... I want to go through with it." Claire closed the bathroom door and let Amanda relieve herself in peace. The nurse opened the door at Amanda's call, and walked her to the desk. As she watched her climb on the other chair and tinker with the rope's pulley, the injured track runner noticed the noose lying on the desk, freshly cut. "I'm sorry for the delay, but whoever built this assumed the patient could stand still on the stool. Instead I'll have to hoist you myself, and I don't have the strength to do it with a single pulley. - You also look a bit lighter than me. - Teehee, thanks! Anyway, this should work." She climbed down the chair to admire her handiwork. The end of the rope was now tied to the pulley's support hook, forming a loop weighted down by a thick metal ring in the middle of it. She waited until Amanda put her pen down before explaining. "I'll just attach the noose to the ring and it will act as a block and tackle, so I'll just have to pull half your weight. How are things going on your side? - All done. Let's do this." Claire moved the chair back behind her desk and set a narrow rectangular stool beneath the noose. She helped her patient up and sat her on its cushioned top, before giving her the deadly loop. "You have to put it on yourself since you're physically capable of it. Don't worry, I'll adjust it afterwards." Amanda shivered as she pulled the noose around her neck, but didn't stop. At her nurse's request, she put her hands behind her back and soon felt leather handcuffs around her wrists. Nurse Claire carefully set the noose to block the air but not the blood, picked up the camera's remote control and grabbed the other end of the rope. "I'm ready when you are; just give me a signal and then take a deep breath." Amanda's heart was racing. Trying to calm herself, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply a few times. "Let's go" she said simply. And then she took the last breath in her life. At first she just felt her neck being pulled. As it lifted her butt from the stool, she tried to compensate with her good leg, but with no means to steady herself, she couldn't support her own weight. As the noose pulled, she stood up, knocking the stool over with surprisingly little noise. She could hear the nurse herself breathing in, anticipating the worst. Moments later her feet no longer touched the ground. It was only then that she could feel how hard the rope squeezed her neck. A thin flow of air could still escape her lips, but Amanda held it: she needed that air. When she tentatively tried to breathe in again, it was too late. This precipitated her realization of her situation, and she started moving her legs, frantically feeling for the ground. As the camera recorded her dance, Amanda knew the worst was yet to come. A lingering pain was slowly rising in her chest, as heat began doing the same in her crotch. The patient caught herself thinking her day would not completely suck if she could at least get an orgasm of this... But she soon lost all capacity for coherent thought as her lungs suddenly erupted in pain. Air! She began shaking, twisting and turning, but to no avail: She couldn't get even a tiny bit or air. Nurse Claire saw her rise her legs as high as she could and violently kick down, with no effect. The rope wouldn't release its grip on her neck, and Amanda was losing strength fast. Her kicking subsided, but her torment didn't: Both her chest and crotch were on fire. Her orgasm came as a surprise to both her and the Nurse, violently shaking her one last time, but also draining the last of her strength. Amanda passed out and went limp, with only her feet twitching at random times. Nurse Claire glanced at her watch and noted the time on her form. The treatment wasn't over yet: the procedure called for leaving the patient a full half hour after the initial drop before actually checking their heart, on pain of risking personal injury. There was more than enough time left. The young nurse positioned her chair where she could get a good view of Amanda's naked, lifeless body, and slid a hand in her skir