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From: Rachael Ross <rache18us@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Hiccups (rache18us@yahoo.com) M/F, Bagging, NC, Snuff
Date: Wed, 28 May 2003 07:10:03 -0400
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Disclaimer: One of the lesser gooder stories I wrote. Post it wherever
and whenever you like. Just keep it free and away from kids.

Written who knows where and when...Yikes 2001 I think

Hiccups
Fiction by Rachael


The rapping was insistent, relentless and Doug had no choice except to
open the door. He wasn't very happy about it, he'd been here all day
and half this stuff was still in boxes. The half he really needed it
seemed like. Every box he opened just had junk he didn't. Well, the
last one had the TV, that was something anyway. He pulled the heavy
plastic bag off it and set it on the floor. The knocking didn't stop
either, so he stood up, swearing softly under his breath and kicking
some packing out of the way.

"Yeah...Yeah...Hold your horses!" He yelled, weaving his way to open
the door and finding something quite unexpected.

Jillian was standing there, breathless in her tangerine robe,
clutching it about her voluptuous form tightly, smiling nervously. She
smiled when she saw Doug's handsome features and started talking
quickly, trying to say as much as possible before...

"Hi! You're the doctor right? I'm Jillian from down the hall?" She
glanced that way subconsciously, without pausing her little speech. "I
know you don't know me but I really need, I mean if you could help me
I...

*HIC*

have the hiccups!" she frowned and looked like she was going to start
crying. "See?? They never go away! It's terrible, they won't stop!"

Doug had tried to say something several times, to politely interrupt
her, but it hadn't worked. And now she stood there waiting for him to
do...What? Hiccups? What the hell is so goddamn bad about that? But he
didn't say that, she looked pretty scared. And not only that she
looked pretty hot.

"Uh, sure, come on in." Doug said, pulling the door open and stepping
aside. He could smell Jillian as she brushed past him. He watched her
pert heart-shaped behind, moving hypnotically beneath the clinging
silk of her bathrobe. He closed the door and quietly turned the bolt,
locking it and then followed her, guiding her into the cluttered
kitchen.

She hiccupped again while Doug was apologizing for the mess. "So, um,
Jillian, what's wrong with your hiccups?" He had a hard time thinking
of something to say actually, he didn't find himself in idle
conversation often, and idle talk about hiccups even less than that.

"I get them sometimes and they...They don't go away!" She practically
sobbed the last few words. Doug pulled a chair for her and she sat
down gratefully, hiccupping again. Her whole body shook, not
unpleasantly Doug thought, when that happened. "I had them last time
for 3 days! I couldn't sleep! I couldn't go out...I felt...Trapped!"
*HIC*

"I understand," Doug said sympathetically. He nodded his head and put
a serious look on his face. Have you tried uh, drinking some water?"

"Oh yes!" Jillian ran through the list of things she'd tried. "I drank
gallons! And stood on my head, and breathed into a paper bag, and did
sit-ups, and put my head in the freezer, and..." She finally ended 13
things later with a petulant hiccup that finally brought small tears
from her desperate blue eyes.

"Well." Doug thought about it a moment, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"You might have Misopatimic Anthrosis. Have you seen a doctor?"

"What? I might have what?" Jillian was almost screeching and she
hiccupped 3 times in quick succession. Her robe had started to come
open and Doug stole a glance of her creamy thighs, bare to the dark
lace of her panties.

"Well, it's a breathing disorder. Very rare." Doug looked at Jillian,
dropping down so he was squatting, their eyes level. He put a friendly
hand on her shoulder. "It's treatable though and really easy to tell
if you have it."

Jillian wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her robe. The motion pulled
it open so Doug could see the lush bounty of her full breasts, heaving
unfettered as she shuddered through another hiccup. "You can tell, I
mean right now if I have this...this..."

"Misopatimic Anthrosis. Yes, I just need to feel your diaphragm a
little." Doug was getting into it now. He paused patiently while
Jillian hiccupped again, at least she'd stopped crying. "See, hiccups
are basically caused by a little bit of air that gets trapped right
here." He tapped the center of his chest. "Things like drinking water,
or breathing into a bag work sometimes for some people because the
physical action lets that little bit of air get out all at once." 

Jillian hiccupped again, nodding slightly as if she understood.
"Instead of just a little bit at a time?"

Doug smiled. "Exactly, now lets just open this up and let me take a
gander, kay?" He opened Jillian's robe, moving his hands slowly but
deliberately. She shivered a little but lifted her arms out of the
way, looking at the bare wall above and behind him. She was gorgeous!
Doug had to bite his tongue to keep from letting something slip, like
the "HELL YEAH!!!" that was whooping it up in the back of his mind. He
bared her body completely, unbelieving that she was letting him do
this. He slipped the material off her shoulders and watched her large
firm breasts sway slightly when she hiccupped again. Her areolas were
light pink, perfectly round with dark, hard little nipples. He put two
fingers between her breasts, feeling her jump a little at his direct
touch. He dragged them lightly down the center of her chest and then
stopped. He pushed and moved them in little circles. 

"Hmmmmm...." Doug closed his eyes as he felt Jillian tilt her head
down to look at him.

She hiccupped again. "What? What is it? Do I have it?"

"Damn." Doug said under his breath. Then louder, looking into
Jillian's cobalt eyes, "I wish I had my stethoscope here. But
maybe....I need to hear what's going on in those lungs of yours. Do
you mind if I..."

Doug pressed the side of his face against Jillian's left breast. Her
nipple fit snuggly in his ear and he closed his eyes as he pressed
against the warm pillow of flesh. Jillian gasped, unsure of what to
think. She started to say something and she waved her hands slightly,
not quite sure where to put them. But Doug shushed her, listening
intently to her heavy breathing. He slid a hand underneath, pressing
his palm flat against her taut stomach and was rewarded with a hiccup.

After a few minutes Doug lifted his head and pulled Jillian's robe
closed for her. He stood up, looking down at her with authority.
"Well, I don't think you have Misopatimic Anthrosis."

Jillian breathed a sigh of relief and managed a smile. But it
disappeared as soon as she hiccupped again. "Well, what is it then?
What do I have?"

"In simple terms, you've got some air trapped here." Doug pressed his
hand to Jillian's tummy again.

*HIC*

"A lot of air. Sit-ups are the worst thing you could do." Doug
admonished the blonde sternly. "It's tightened up your stomach muscles
and increased your body's resistance." He took one of her hands and
put it in the spot he was talking about. "See? Can you feel that?"

"Yes." Jillian whispered. Then her eyes got wide as she imagined she
could feel a knot of air in her intestines. "Yes! I can feel it!" She
hiccupped again and looked forlornly at Doug as she caressed her
stomach. "Is it...Is it dangerous?"

Doug pulled the young woman to her feet and looked into her eyes. "I
won't lie to you Jillian, it could be very serious. I could help you
here, but...Maybe we should go to the hospital and..."

"Oh no!" Jillian's eyes opened wide. "No hospital, please...I hate
those places and I don't have any insurance and..." She was close to
tears again and Doug wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight. 

"Shhhh...It's ok, it's alright, no hospital...Shhhh..." Doug felt her
warm body pressing to him and his manhood, already semi-hard in his
pants, was threatening to betray him any second. So he gently pushed
Jillian back, brushing a lock of golden hair from her eyes. "I can do
it here, it's ok."

Jillian looked at him gratefully, wrapping her arms around him again
and breathing a hiccup punctuated thank you into his ear.

"But I have to warn you Jillian, it will be a little harder here...I
mean we don't have some of the things we'd normally use, you know?"

She sat down again. "What do you have to do to me?"

"Well, we need to asphyxiate you basically." Doug squatted beside her
again. He had his hand on her bare knee and massaged it lightly.

Jillian hiccupped loudly. "What does that mean?"

Doug smiled at her. "It means we need to figure out a way to deprive
your body of air. It's not as bad as it sounds, we do it all the time.
If you're lungs can't get air through your nose or mouth, then it
looks for other sources. Your muscles will spasm and eject the air
that's trapped down here," he tapped her tummy, "up to here." Doug
pressed his hand between Jillian's breasts. "It's like holding your
breath, except just a little longer than you could do it by yourself."
Doug smiled reassuringly.

Jillian's body shook with another hiccup. "How do you...I mean we...Do
that?"

"Well, at the hospital we'd put you to sleep and you wouldn't even
know it was happening. We cover your face and deprive you of oxygen
for about 2 minutes, maybe a little longer." Doug plainly stared at
Jillian's heaving breasts. "You look very healthy Jillian, so probably
a little longer than 2 minutes. Maybe 3 or 4 at the most."

Jillian stared at Doug for a moment, considering what he was saying.
She hiccupped and said, "But I can't sleep! I told you that!"

"Right." Doug looked concerned for a moment. "I could do it with a
plastic bag," he looked around and picked up the one the TV had been
inside, "this one for instance." He looked at Jillian very seriously.
"You'd be in no danger, I promise. But I'd have to restrain you."

*HIC*

"What?" Jillian looked shocked momentarily. "What do you mean restrain
me?"

"Your body - your mind - will try to find the easy way to get air.
That's why paper bags and holding your breath don't work for you
Jillian. You'll just pull it off your head and still..." Jillian
hiccupped "...have the hiccups."

Doug waited while Jillian thought about it. She was tense, her body
unable to relax knowing she was in possible danger. Thinking about
being tied down, with a plastic bag over her head was a little
frightening. But anything was better than this...she
hiccupped...wasn't it? And besides Doug seemed really nice, really a
good doctor probably. Maybe after her hiccups were gone she
would...well...maybe he'd ask her to dinner. She smiled briefly before
a hiccup ruined it.

"Okay, let's do it...Please...Right away!" Jillian grabbed Doug's hand
and squeezed it. She was trusting him with her life and she looked
into his eyes for reassurance.

"Don't worry Jillian," Doug said softly, "I've done this many times."

"You need to get real comfortable, just uh...Take off your bathrobe
there and..." After he closed the large vertical blinds, and dropped
the shades on the two smaller windows of the room, Doug cleared off
the daybed he'd left in the living room. It wasn't too large, with a
trundle tucked underneath, but the wrought iron frame would be
perfect. "And I'll get something we can restrain you with, okay?" Doug
looked at Jillian and paused. "Actually, this will work pretty good."
He slipped the long silk sash which was hanging loose through the wide
loops in her robe. It was soft and supple, he pulled it between his
fists, and strong. Strong enough he decided.

Jillian stood in her panties, her robe pooled around her bare feet.
Doug motioned for her to lay down and the young woman gulped nervously
and immediately hiccupped. She lay down on the day bed, letting Doug
scoot her down so her butt was on the edge and her legs spread
slightly, feet on the floor. He pulled her arms above her head,
watching as Jillian's lovely breasts flattened somewhat, but not too
much. He tied her wrists tightly to the frame, making sure she wasn't
going to be able to slip free by herself.

His penis was swelling painfully in his trousers and he fought the
urge to move too quickly, to do something he shouldn't. He was
careful, deliberate, and comforting. Soothing Jillian with his calming
voice and gentle words. She just lay there, feeling self-conscious
about being almost totally naked, being tied up like this for a
stranger...Well, not really a stranger was he? He's a doctor, the
beautiful blonde told herself, he sees naked people all the time. He
already saw me! She felt foolish for her nervousness and every time
she hiccupped her resolution to do this thing increased.

"Okay Jillian, one thing left to do." Doug held up the plastic bag.
"Are you ready to get rid of your little problem forever?"

Jillian nodded and hiccupped again. Wait a minute....Her mind pondered
Doug's words...Forever? What did that mean? But before she could ask
him he was straddling her chest and pulling the heavy transparent
plastic over her head, bunching it at her throat with both hands and
looking down at her. She could see the concern in his eyes and that
made her feel better; he was worried about this just as much as she
was. The bag was moving as she breathed, puffing in and out with each
breath.

Doug stared at Jillian, watching as her warm humid breath fogged the
plastic slightly. She was using all the oxygen inside it quickly and
he could see her eyes starting to go wide and her mouth stayed open
now, gasping slightly. He held her tightly when her body began to
shake. Jillian strained at the silk cord around her wrists and she was
lifting her hips, kicking her legs slightly. He could feel her bucking
beneath him and she was shaking her head, trying to get air. She was
begging for it with her eyes, staring into his. Doug felt his cock
aching and he could barely stand it. He watched her, moving his face
closer, watching as she sucked the plastic into her mouth.

Jillian's lungs burned, they heaved uselessly. She felt like something
was pressing on her, squeezing her chest, compressing it. She had to
get free! Couldn't he see that! She had to breath it wasn't going to
work! She was shuddering as her body stiffened. She thrust up with her
legs, lifting her hips, trying to get him off of her, she didn't want
this! She couldn't do it. She felt pressure on her eyes, like they
were being pulled from their sockets, her tongue felt thick, swollen
and she bit it without feeling. She lost her peripheral vision, like a
tunnel Jillian could only focus on Doug, on his caring face, his eyes
gleaming with a soft glow. She saw darkness coming, the darkness which
squeezed her lungs, crushing them. Her heart pounded in her head and
Dougs hands around her throat pushed her into a merciful sleep.

Doug pulled the bag off Jillian's head and got off of her, waiting
until a moment later when her breasts heaved and her lungs drank a
breath of clean air. She was still alive, he smiled. Doug worked
quickly, undressing himself and then slipping Jillian's panties off
her long tan legs. He positioned himself between her thighs, rubbing
his cockhead along the damp fur of her sex. God! She's so hot! he said
to himself, bending to suckle one of her nipples. Biting it softly and
feeling it harden slightly in reflex. She was moaning, coughing
softly, waking up.

Doug moved to straddle Jillian's chest again. His penis nestled into
the wonderful valley between her breasts and he slipped the bag back
over her head, but only down to her nose. She was coming around and
she looked at him unsteadily, her eyes wide and frightened. Doug
grinned as Jillian opened her mouth to speak and pulled the plastic
down tightly under chin.

Jillian's lungs still ached, they felt sore and abused and she
screamed into the plastic. The bag puffed out and when she stopped it
sucked back, against her lovely face. She stared at Doug through the
distorting lens of plastic, he wasn't handsome anymore, his features
were distorted, sinister. She could smell the foulness of oxygen
depleted air as she gasped. She was trembling, exhausted but still
fighting him. She lifted her body, writhing and twisting. The silk
cord bit into her flesh painfully and it joined the chorus of
sensations flooding through her body. She stared in disbelief as Doug
began sliding his hips, moving his engorged penis between her flushed
breasts. He sat on her easily and Jillian's futile movements only
weakened her further while they made him stronger. He pushed his
thumbs against her carotid artery, unfinished with his desire. Tears
spilled down her cheeks and Jillian pleaded wordlessly, her blue
tinged lips moving painfully, for Doug to let her go. But he only
thrust harder with his cock, pressing it along her body in a trail of
wet precum until the head was pushing against her plastic wrapped
chin. She was losing consciousnes again, quicker this time, her body
not recovered from the last time. As her eyes closed the last thing
Jillian saw was Doug's huge penis erupting, his semen shooting onto
the plastic stretched tightly against her face.

Satisfaction spread through Doug like a wildfire as he pumped his seed
across Jillian's beautiful features. She'd stopped struggling, falling
unconscious at the moment of his orgasm. It was too perfect. He
loosened the bag, but didn't take it completely off. He rubbed his
still hard penis across the plastic, smearing his cum across her
plastic wrapped eyes, nose, and cheeks. When her breasts heaved again,
her lungs filling painfully with air, Jillian coughed dryly, moaning
and licking her dry lips. Doug slipped down her body, watching her
wake up, her exposed mouth gasping pleasantly. He positioned his cock
at the entrance to her womb and pushed slightly, resisting the desire
to drive himself at once deep inside. The head split her tender folds
easily, she was wet already with sweat, fear and subconscious
excitement. He held himself there, savoring the moment.

"Wake up Jillian, come on honey....Wake up." Doug was talking loudly,
slapping the semi-conscious girl lightly until her eyes opened. 

She looked confused, frightened. "Wha...What happened...What are
you....Doing?!" her voice was dry, rasping and it hurt her to speak.

Doug didn't answer. He pulled the bag tight again, squeezing it around
Jillian's delicate throat as he thrust his cock hard and deep into
Jillian's tight sex. She gasped and tried to scream as her air was cut
off again. She was breathing harder this time and fighting harder to
dislodge the man holding her captive. She could feel his penis inside
her, pistoning in and out furiously and Jillian tried twisting,
turning, anything to escape this horrible rape, but it was no use. The
misty bag over her head was expanding and collapsing, the weight of it
closing down on her once again. Her body shook, shivered and Doug
ground his pelvis against hers, working himself as far as possible
into Jillian's tortured body. Her nipples were hard and her skin
flushed, sweat beaded out of her and her eyes were wide again,
staring, pleading with Doug for mercy.

He didn't have to do this! Didn't he know that? I wanted him
to....Jillian's mind was racing through reasons, possibilities,
anything to keep her mind from the awful rape and worse - the burning
in her lungs as her body fought for non-existent air. She felt her
body betraying her, her body pushing to meet her assailant's cock. The
wetness growing inside her bruised and torn vagina. She didn't
understand what she was feeling, the oppressive need to breathe was
overriding everything else. She forgot her sex, her bound wrists. She
forgot the man raping her, everything but the invisible ocean of fire
pressing down on her lungs. It was claustrophobic, she was shrinking,
getting smaller while the blackness expanded, enveloping her
completely.

Doug watched Jillian's face changing, her eyes straining to see him,
her mouth gaping open, her tongue pressing out to lick the plastic
surrounding her beautiful features. His breath caught in his throat as
he watched her lapping at the semen covering the outside and the sight
drove Doug even harder into the poor tortured girl. Jillian writhed
beneath him, her body unconsciously fucking him while he pressed the
bag around her head. He made sure he didn't press too hard this time,
there would be no more waking up after this. Her movements stopped
abrupty, her body stiffening and then relaxing completely. Her eyes
didn't close this time, he'd denied her the mercy of sleep. It was
perfection, the thing he'd sought so many times, and so rarely found.
His cock strained swollen inside her and he cried out as he began to
ejaculate into the dead woman beneath him. He ground himself into her
as he filled her with his seed and finally Doug collapsed on top of
her, pressing his gasping mouth to her lifeless lips and kissing her
through the warm wet plastic bag.

Later...Doug finished unpacking the boxes, not quite so angry now. Sam
was supposed to have been helping him, but at least Doug would collect
time and half from the moving company for working alone. And besides,
it wasn't everyday you got to cure somebody of the
hiccups...Permanently! He collected all the trash and threw it in the
back of the truck, he had to make several trips and that big box with
Jillian's body in it had been a bitch to get down the stairs, but what
the hell, the Doc who was moving in had shown up and given him a hand
with it. 

the end
rache18us@yahoo.com

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