LORNA
By Tom Walker
Her body scissors made him scream in ecstasy. 


Lying on her back, she squeezed him into her in the classic missionary
position and wrapped her legs around him. She told him to roll to one side so
she could hug him in what she called her ?wrestling hold.? She interlaced her
ankles and locked his stomach between her thighs in a body scissors --- the
?wrestling hold? she had been talking about. Tightening her legs to prevent
him from escaping, she squeezed her internal muscles down around him. Teasing
at first with slow constrictions of her thighs, she gradually increased the
pressure, pounding him with jackhammer thrusts of her pelvis, squeezing him to
a violent, shuddering orgasm that lifted him, breathless and screaming, to
previously unimagined heights of sexual ecstasy.

While he struggled to regain a semblance of composure, she kept him wrapped in
her scissors hold, loosely, not applying pressure.

?My god!? he gasped, ?Where did you learn to do that? I?ve never felt anything
like it.?

?What did you like?? she asked.

?The squeezing ... most of all the squeezing. My favorite fantasy is being
locked in a body scissors grip by a woman who has sinewy legs like yours and
really knows how to squeeze with them. In my fantasy, you?re lying on your
side, facing me. I?m on my back between your thighs, tight against your loins.
You lock your ankles, straighten your legs and swell your adductors into my
gut until I feel as if my navel is flattening against my spine. I try not to
offer any resistance, even sucking in my stomach so you can get maximum
leverage and my internal organs are unprotected. Your excitement kicks in, and
you get into a rhythm with your constrictions, pumping my guts with your
squeezes until I erupt like a volcano and pass out.?

?Wow! That sounds great. You picked the right woman this time. I have the leg
muscles, and I love to squeeze guys in my scissors. Trouble is afterwards,
when they?re inside me and I start to squeeze again, they panic and go
flaccid. How are you doing? You?re staying nice and hard. Can you take more
pressure??

?Absolutely. I love it. Your internal muscles are awesome. Will you squeeze me
harder??

?Are you sure? If I squeeze my legs hard into your stomach, you?ll feel like
I?m killing you. This is my imaginary defense against a male intruder ---
scissoring his belly and cutting him in half. I think my thighs are almost
hard enough to do that. Feel.?

With that, she suddenly flexed her adductors into him, not straightening her
legs, just making him feel the interior thigh muscles harden until they felt
like stones.

?Ouch! You really could bruise a guy with those--- but I love the feel of it.
How did you develop those muscles? They?re unreal. I?ve never felt anything
like it.?

?I did ballet and ran cross-country when I was a kid. That gave me stamina and
these calf muscles. Then I bicycled for years. The bicycling made my thigh
muscles so strong.?

?What else can you do??

?I can do real damage if I lock my legs around a guy?s upper stomach and start
squeezing him hard when he tries to twist loose. He has to give up or he?ll
tear up his chest muscles and probably crack a rib while my legs hold the rest
of him immobile. In most cases, the guy loses his cool because he can?t
breathe. I?ve made guys pass out that way after sex sometimes, just to let
them know I can. A guy has a tough choice --- give in and go under, or fight
me and risk real damage. When they do the dumb thing, they usually wind up
with doctor bills.?

?Can you squeeze me without the medicals??

?I think so. I?ll squeeze your belly at navel level. That?s the smallest part
of your waist. I?ll have maximum leverage when I squeeze, and won?t be tearing
any chest muscles or cracking a rib by accident. It?ll just be my legs against
your abs --- not really much of a contest, though --- your abs don?t have a
prayer.

Your stomach?s just the right size---fits really well. I?ll have a really good
wrap with my legs. I?m going to pull you in tight against my groin, then
straighten my legs real fast, so my thighs blast into your belly. You?ll
squeal out loud, then you?ll whimper like a baby and gasp for air while I
constrict tighter and tighter around you. I love it ---I think you will too
--- but are you sure you want to do this??

?Absolutely. Go for it.?

?OK. Roll over on your back and let me keep one leg under you. There. Now, I
press my other leg across your stomach and lock my ankles, like this. Just
like your fantasy, isn?t it? Are you comfortable??

?Yeah.?

?Good. Now I want you to harden your abs and swell your belly against my legs.
Great. You?ve got nice muscle tone --- feels real good between my thighs. Now
I?m going to constrict you, slowly. Try to hold the tension in your stomach
while I squeeze. Here we go.?

With her ankles intertwined and locked, she gradually straightened her legs
against him, notching up the pressure but not overwhelming him. His abs seemed
to be holding up when he responded by swelling his stomach. When he relaxed,
however, he could feel her tightening the noose, her lean thighs digging into
him, gaining position, not backing off, constricting his belly and lower back.

?Aah. That feels so good. My knees are almost touching each other now while my
thighs are squeezing your waist down tighter ---smaller than you ever
imagined, I bet. Are you feeling it in your breathing or your legs yet??

?Should I??

?Yes. If you aren?t already short of breath, you soon will be. The pressure
around your stomach impedes the action of your diaphragm--- not fast like it
would if I had you around the lower ribs, but slowly until you find yourself
suddenly very short of breath. You?ll feel it when it happens. Try to take a
deep breath.?

He opened his mouth and tried to take a gulp of air. He swelled his chest but
could only take a short gasp. His stomach was so constricted that he couldn?t
swell it in the slightest and could breathe only in shallow pulls. She
tightened another notch, and the grip began to hurt. He felt a dull throbbing
pain in his abdomen and lower back, felt her inner thigh muscles bearing down,
his sore frontal muscles throbbing with a pulse that strained but failed to
carry blood to his lower extremities.

I can barely breathe,? he gasped. ?My stomach?s killing me, and I feel like
you?re squeezing my guts flat against my spine. It?s my fantasy heaven.?

?Good. That?s just how I want you. Now - watch out - here comes the killer!?

With that, she curled her locked legs up to pull him tighter into her crotch,
then thrust them out, straight and hard, violently. Her thighs slammed into
his stomach, overwhelming any resistance, crushing down with such force that
he yelped like a frightened dog. He remembered what she had said about making
him squeal, heard himself whimpering, his body shaking helplessly as she
tightened into him.

?Gotcha! This feels so good. Your abs are broken, all mushy, practically
leaking between my legs, flowing over my thighs like Jell-O. I know you feel
the power. I?m going to keep squeezing you for a while, now that you can?t put
up any resistance, just to keep you trembling --- it?s like having a vibrator
against my loins. I love it. I haven?t used the full strength of my glutes
yet, and I want to feel your spine between my adductors when I harden them
into you. How does this feel??

He could only respond by writhing helplessly, his legs flailing, his mouth
agape, emitting strangled gasping sounds of agony, tears stinging his eyes as
he struggled for breath.

?Uh. Uh. Oof.oooh---oooooheeee.?

?Not much of a talker, are we. Just as well. Don?t waste what little breath
you have left. Just relax, and let me squeeze you long and slow. How do your
legs feel? Can you feel your lower body?? she asked, loosening the pressure to
let him try to talk.

Her question caused him to focus on his lower body. What he felt was like the
aftermath of when your legs go to sleep --- a faint tingling, but no
communication. His legs were numb, no feeling, no co-ordination. He was sure
he had an erection, but he couldn?t feel it.

I can?t feel anything. What?s happening to me? It feels like I?m paralyzed.?

?Don?t worry. You?re not. It?s just that you haven?t been getting much blood
flow past my legs for the past few minutes, and my pressuring your spinal cord
reduced your sense of what?s happening down there. If you were to try to walk
now, you?d probably fall over.?

Suddenly, his stomach started to convulse, spasming in sharp heaves, and a
dull nausea came over him. He could feel the contents of his stomach rise in
his throat, squeezed upward by her legs, threatening to erupt in a burst of
vomit. Fearful that he would choke, he writhed and squirmed desperately to
loosen her grip, his hands clawing at the embedded blades of her thighs.

She felt it. ?Uh oh, you got sick a little sooner than I expected. Turn your
face to one side --- quick --- so if you puke, it comes out and doesn?t go
back down to clog your throat. I?ll ease the pressure so your stomach can
function to try to hold what?s in it. When I broke your abdominal muscles,
your internal organs were pretty much on their own, unprotected, and I was
squeezing you like a tube of toothpaste. What was inside had to come out ---
vomiting is the first exit path.?

She loosened her legs and began caressing him gently with her thigh muscles
--- rhythmic waves of squeezing and releasing across the front of his stomach,
swelling his erection until he felt his skin would tear from the internal
pressure. She coiled one arm around his head and neck, pulling his face in
against hers. With her other hand, she reached down and ran her fingernails
lightly, ever so lightly, over the distended skin of his scrotum. His testes
felt swollen as if to burst, his entire being smothered in the sensual coils
of her constricting limbs.

?My legs made you weak, but they didn?t wipe out your libido. You?re huge and
hard again. Do you want me to rub you with my hand --- or squeeze an orgasm
out of you with my legs??

?The legs. Use your legs --- please.?

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She had been playing with him for about twenty minutes, stroking his testes
and the head of my shaft with her fingers, squeezing his crotch and upper leg
with rhythmic constrictions of her thighs. She stopped and asked if he wanted
to come in her again. Of course he said he did, and she slid on her back under
him, opening her legs wide. He tried to enter her, but his erection was
inadequate, half flaccid from all the stimulation she had been applying. She
tried to insert him, gradually succeeding, but both of them noted that he
would not be able to maintain much hardness.

?I don?t think I can do this. I?m too soft and I won?t be able to re-enter if
I slip out.?

?Don?t worry, once I have you in me, you won?t slip out until after I?ve made
you come, even if you try to escape.?

?How are you going to do that??

?With my legs. Remember? That?s what you asked for. Watch and feel.? she
commanded. She suddenly rolled to one side, facing him, then lashed her legs
around his sides, locking him again in her body scissors.

She arched her back and applied pressure, straightening her legs, squeezing in
long hard constrictions, tightening herself against him and bearing down with
her internal muscles tighter and tighter with each squeeze. She rolled onto
her back, keeping her legs scissored around him, then arched her pelvis into
him, pressing hard against the base of his penis, burying it within her,
locking him deeper in the powerful vise of her thighs and internal muscles.

?Ouch, that hurts!? he cried out in mock pain.

?You haven?t felt anything yet. Try to escape, if you think you can.?

He tried to pull back, but she kept her legs wrapped around him, squeezing
again with a long constriction that made him gasp for breath. He felt his
penis reacting and almost erupting under the pressure, her hips and internal
muscles squeezing and pumping his body, his entire being, to drive him
inexorably to the orgasm she wanted. Suddenly, without warning, she stopped,
loosened her legs? grip and let him breathe freely again.

?What happened? Why did you stop??

?I was squeezing so hard I was afraid I was going to maim you. Your floating
ribs were bending between my thighs, and my knees were digging into your
kidneys. Your defenses had collapsed, and I might have done permanent damage
to your internal organs.?

?Don?t stop. Please.?

?Ok. It?s your funeral --- ready, here goes!?

She resumed her squeezing, imprisoning him in the coils of her strong body,
wrapping herself around him like a giant constrictor snake, tightening her
internal muscles and her legs, constricting his whole being, squeezing him to
another shivering uncontrollable orgasm, forcing him to ejaculate in repeated
throbbing spasms under the wonderful, incredible pressure, his screams echoing
down the hallways of her house.

End