When I met Aelisse by demon_integral lostellen@yahoo.com Jack's fantasy girl, is actually a demoness, who kills with her legs... I know this girl... she likes to hurt guys... but she wants someone to watch... I remember when Russell first told me about Elisha. I didn't know him well; he was someone I met at the club when the club featured cat fights. That was our common ground; drinking beer, watching women wrestle, talking about women who wrestle. We'd run into each other on Thursdays, the night of the fights; after a while, becoming casual friends. He liked to see one woman dominate another, he mentioned on that last Thursday night. "But... what really turns me on... is a girl who enjoys it. Not this fake shit; but a girl with long, luscious legs that can squeeze the shit out of someone..." "Someone like you," I interject, knowing enough about Russell to assume, "you want some girl to squeeze..." "To squeeze me between her legs... yeah. Really hard." Russell takes another swig of his beer. It took us quite a few beers to reach this level of openness, but once there, Russ loses any sense of embarrassment. "I know this girl. Elisha. Gorgeous brunette; tall and thin, but toned. She has a pair of mile-long legs that she said could squeeze the life out of my body. She likes to hurt guys, she said; but she wants someone to watch... I know, sounds crazy, right? But, Jack; you have to see this girl!" "Sounds worse than crazy. What kinda girl invites guys she hardly knows over for some wrestling? She must know what the guy's gonna be thinking..." "But we're not a couple of creeps," Russell mentions as he drains his beer, "we're pretty ordinary, and she probably has a black-belt in kung-fu or some shit. Come on, Jack; be a pal." Checking his watch, "she said to swing by about nine. That's twenty minutes. She has a loft just a few blocks from here. It'll be an adventure." Now, I realize that Russell had an agenda this evening. Starting early, keeping the rounds coming so that we could quickly reach the level of intoxication where such conversation seems normal. Normal is not walking down a damp street, to some place you've never been, to see some guy you barely know mix it up with a woman you've never met. It is bound to be awkward, I'm thinking, as the cool night air cleans the club fog from my mind. "Russ. How well do you know this girl?" "We've been out for drinks a few times. I seen her 'round the club. Jack, we're talking about a girl who probably weighs one-thirty soaking wet. I doubt she'll even be able to hurt me, but she gave me this look..." he shivers. "Relax; we'll just check it out, if there's some kinda scene, we'll screw. But she just seems... kinky. And far too fine to let slip by, without at least giving it a go. Don't worry," Russell kids, "I'll protect you." Her loft is huge; a large open space broken up with standing partitions, where a voice out of the darkness invites us to sit in the den. Where two vast sofas sit across from each other, each one an acre of luxurious black leather. A round glass table sits in between, where three attractive highball glasses sweat in loneliness. Never ones to let a drink warm needlessly, me and Russ help ourselves; settle in across from each other. Take a sip as the clack of heels announce the arrival of our hostess. Russell did not exaggerate. She is stunning, with short auburn hair and pale golden eyes; and obviously she is a little kinky. Wearing a pair of skin-tight leather pants and stiletto heeled boots, drawing my eyes to her long and lean legs, to the the way she moves, with such alluring confidence. Walking up and placing her hands on the arm of my sofa, she leans forward; lowered gaze capturing my eyes. "My name is Aelisse. You must be Jack. Did Russell tell you about me?" Lifting her knee, she swings her left leg up; lowering her spiked heel boot into the cushion between my legs. "How I love to take these legs, and wrap them tightly around a man's body; and squeeze... the fuck... out of him? Hmn?" With a giggle, she turns away. Her boot rising from this cushion; with a twist of her hips, she steps towards Russell. Reaches out to take the remaining glass, then walking to the right, when she turns to face the sofa; which she climbs into. Stepping up on the cushion to his left, then lifting her leg up as she swings her body behind him; dropping down to sit on the back of the couch. Aelisse casually runs her fingers through Russell's hair; her legs spread the width of his shoulders, her spike heels digging into the leather cushion to each side of his body. "Slide forward, Russell;" she directs softly. As he moves to the edge of the cushion, Aelisse slips in behind his back. Her slim arms reach around his neck, taking his body between her slender thighs; stretching her boots out and around, to cross in his lap. "Russell doesn't believe that a skinny girl like me could squeeze a man like him, between her legs, and make him beg for mercy. Do you, Russ? So I told him... Russell, bring a witness." Her voice is as soft as silk; with her pink gloss lips brushing against his ear. Taking the tip of her tongue, tracing the outside of that ear; and lowering her gaze to stare into my eyes. Suddenly clasping her thighs, I watch Aelisse tighten her legs around Russell; a quick, hard, squeeze. "Ugh," he moans. His hands run along the length of her thighs, feeling the cool slick leather under his fingers. "Is that the best you can do? So much talk, so little action..." "Russ. If she hurts you, it's your own fault." I kid along. There is no weird scene; just a tall, thin beauty with a kink for voyeurism. While she has an athletic form, I find it hard to believe that this girl can actually cause Russell any real pain. Russ is not big; but he's a fit one-ninety, and as he said, Aelisse cannot be more than one thirty. "Hurt me, Elisha..." he taunts. Twisting her fingers in his hair, she gives his head a vicious yank. "Aelisse, Russel; my name is Aelisee." Tongue along the edge of his ear, she thrusts her hips firmly against his lower back, her long legs stretch and straighten. "Uh... ugh!" I hear him moan, watching his sides being pressed between leather-clad thighs; slim leg that squeeze his body hard. "Did you say something? Mmmn?" Aelisse continues to stare into my eyes; her voice low against Russell's ear. Russell, cringing; he is obviously feeling the strength of her lower body. Being crushed between those hard leather-clad thighs, his hands pressed against their firm black surface, looking as if to pry them open... Yet being held, helplessly... "How does that feel, Russ? Do you still like my legs? My long... lean... leather-clad legs... that... will... squeeze. The shit. Out of you?" "Ahhhhhh..." Russell cries out as Aelisse tightens her leather vise. Man. She is giving that fool a squeeze so tight, I start to worry. How much can this stunning, slender brunette actually hurt someone with those gorgeous gams? Surely, Russ is playing along. "Russell. Are you going to let this skinny little girl do you like that?" "Fuck..." he mumbles. Aelisse has lowered herself into the corner of the couch, loosening her grip as she settles in; reaching the length of a leg across the width of his belly as the other slides along his lower back. "Damn, woman. You have some strong legs. Jack; can you believe this girl?" Caressing the firm leather thigh clasped against his stomach, his voice seems playful; but his face displays a different sign. Something, like fear. "Yeah, Jack. Can you believe this girl?" Aelisse turns to her side, looking at me from over her shoulder. "Can you believe such a slim little girl could wrap her lean legs around this big, strong man... and squeeze him so... very... fucking... hard..." "Oh, God! Elish... Aelisse... please!" I hear Russell, pleading, as I watch Aelisse straighten her powerful legs; scissoring his waist with incredible force. Her lips brush against his ear as she whispers... "Beg me, Russ. Beg me not to squeeze... you so tight... with these legs..." "Uh... ugh..." groans are forced from his lips. His teeth are clenched, his face wears a cringe; she is obviously squeezing his body painfully hard. "Russell?" "Jack... get her off me..." he groans, "grab... her leg... oh! Ahhhgh!" "Grab my leg, Jack," she taunts. "Hurry. Before I... squeeze... even... harder..." I'm standing over her, looking down; as her inner thighs contract with a last, vicious squeeze... raising her pale golden eyes to search into mine, unwinding her legs from around Russell's waist; releasing him with a whimper. "Do you like these legs, Jack?" She lifts the limb from Russell's lap, swings it over the top of his head. Russell moans once, loudly; curls forward and rolls from the edge of the couch to the floor. "Ugh... go ahead, Jack. See just how strong this skinny girl is, how very tight, such slender legs can squeeze..." She moves behind me. Her voice is soft against my ear as slim arms coil about my neck, her body pressing firmly against my back, becoming tense..." "Your turn, Jack..." With one smooth motion, she mounts my back; clamping my sides with a flex of her inner thighs. Swinging her boots outward, letting her ankles lock; with a single breath I find myself caught in the coils of Aelisse's sensual leather vise. Reaching into the neck of my shirt, her left hand brushes against my bare belly before becoming a claw; sharp fingernails digging into my flesh. Slowly, painfully, raking up my chest... "Mmmn..." purring in my ear... Thighs, closing together; a dull ache builds in my sides. Forcing her legs to straighten, to squeeze even tighter. Reach my hands between her knees, and pull. A grunt escapes my lips as I strain to pry open her slender, firm thighs. I manage to lessen the pressure, but the strength of those lean limbs, simply amazes... "Think you can stop me, Jack? Think you can keep my legs... from twisting... around your waist... tighter... and tighter?" Whispering into my ear even as her thighs once more constrict... a python, in black leather. "Can you keep me from... squeezing... so... very... fucking... hard... hmmn? Can you keep my legs... from crushing... your stomach... agonizingly flat?" "Ugh... uh!" I gasp, the pressure so fierce that I drop to my knees; Aelisse, riding me to the ground. Coiling around my body. Pressing her hand into my throat; finding myself on my back, where she is propped up on her other palm, leaning over. Short auburn hair framing her face, falling forward; her hauntingly pale golden eyes piece my gaze. "Stop me, Jack... stop these legs from getting closer... and... closer... together... stop me from... squeezing... the... breath... from your... body..." "God, Aelisse..." I moan, within the painful grasp of her leather embrace. "I... cannot... breathe!" "You do not need to breathe, Jack!" With a giggle, Aelisse straightens those lean, leather-clad legs. My sight grows dim, my hands pushing against the hard thigh coiled across my waist, my struggles weakening... "ugh... uh. uh. uh. u....h............" Slowly, I rise from the depths. Aches sound off dully across my waist. A cold band of steel circles my left wrist. Handcuffed, to the heavy sofa. I lift my head from the cool leather headrest. My eyes focus, looking at the forms sprawled out across the rug. Russell, lying on his back, seemingly asleep. Aelisse, enchanting, curled along his side; with one long lean leg reaching across his bare stomach, the other, under. Pointed toe of one ankle boot curling behind the heel of another. "Have you ever seen the life leave someone's body, Jack? How about this body?" Russell slowly opens his eyes as Aelisse idly traces a sharp fingernail in careless patterns across his chest. "Aelisse... fuck, you hurt me!" Voice rough, groggy; but clear enough. "I give! Really!" Trying for a light tone, even as he reaches a hand in between the boots locked along his side. "Get this leg off of me, Elisha; enough is enough..." "Russell, Russell, Russell... I was just telling Jack here, that I haven't had enough. I want to hear you scream, Russ. Really... really... badly..." "Gah!" He groans; Aelisse suddenly straightening... squeezing... her gorgeous legs. Struggling with her boot; grunting as he peels one from another, gasping as she merely crosses the bottom over the top... "Oh, my God, Aelisse! Ugh... uh. uh. please... ugh. uh. Aelisse... please... don't... squeee..." Long lithe legs, strain within tight, black leather; muscle swells along lean thigh. Her hips, rock slowly; thrust her leather crotch against his side, and grind... "Mmmn..." she purrs, "that tingles. What a rush; to feel a man, weakening, between my hard... leather... thighs... To feel my legs... squeeze... his body... so... fucking... tight..." "Ughn... uh...uh... uh..." Cringing, Russell can barely whimper; Aelisse's slim yet strong legs squeeze so viciously around his body. He barely struggles in her painful leather embrace; but the depth of the crease caused by the constricting thigh across his stomach illustrates just how much pressure is being applied. My abs begin to ache, in sympathy, witnessing this man being crushed. "Scream, Russ..." she taunts, suddenly relaxing her legs. Russell arcs his back, as the restoration of blood flow to his lower body brings a red wave of pain upward; and an involuntary howl outward from his lips... "Ohhh, baby!" Her voice is thick with arousal, her eyes, heavy lidded; she lays down, along his side. "Let me hear you whimper and moan..." Grinding into him; contracting her strong inner thighs, with one hard squeeze after another, Aelisse forces Russell to moan and squeal, to gasp for breath... Her long... powerful... leather... clad... legs... straighten... and squeeze... and straighten... and squeeze... "Umn... umn... umn..." she softly moans, as I watch her legs... crush... Russell. Face turning blue, he stops moving; barely a wheeze passes from his lips. "Aelisse, stop!" I shout. "You're going to kill him!" I can scarcely believe my eyes, seeing this slender, stunning brunette; tightening her sexy legs around a man's waist so ruthlessly. Lifting the gaze of one drowsy-seeming eye in my direction, Aelisse purrs... "And you... get... to watch!" With a grunt, she snaps her legs together around his lower ribs... "grrr..." The muscles of her thighs quiver, and contract... "snap" goes a rib, another. Russell's back arcs from the agony, but he doesn't have the breath to scream... Aelisse's lethal legs... squeeze... and squeeze... and squeeze! He suddenly seems to deflate between the contractions of her thighs as she cries out in ecstasy. Her body shudders again and again, shaking the shattered, lifeless man in her grasp. She looks over in my direction, pale golden eyes sparkling, as she forces her legs to straighten one final time... Blood, drips from his eyes, his nose; as Aelisse's... luscious... long... lean...legs... squeeze... "You... you just squeezed a man... to death... between your legs. Having... an orgasm?" I stutter, moments later; unable to process the scene I had just witnessed. Even with Russell, a broken, shattered thing; sprawled lifelessly across the rug. Aelisse climbs into my lap. Captures my gaze in her haunting, pale golden stare. "Jack. Have you ever seen a girl this thin, who could break a man's bones, just by squeezing them between her slender legs? Do you imagine you could find a girl so skinny, yet so very fucking strong? No? There's a good reason, Jack. I'm not a girl ' not a normal human girl ' I am a demoness, Jack. I'm evil, I enjoy causing pain, I enjoy hurting guys like you. It excites me, being so apparently fragile; then using my legs... to squeeze... the fuck... out of some asshole. Russell, beat some previous girlfriends; one went into the hospital with a broken face, Russell skipped. Guys like that, don't waste a tear on them, they're scum." "Probably the best purpose Russell ever served, giving me that orgasm while my legs crushed the life out of his body. Mmmn..." "And now you, Jack. You are mine. You will find these lowlifes for me, for my pleasure; but make no mistake..." Forcing her lower legs to reach around my back, Aelisse presses her inner thighs to my sides... "If you betray me, or let me become known among men... you will become my victim." Her lips reach mine, she kisses me lightly... arms coiled around my neck, even as her long powerful legs tighten around my waist. "Only you, I will hurt, for a long, long time..." she whispers, forcing the breath from my lungs; constricted, between hard, leather-clad thighs. A tight... squeeze... as her lips press against mine. Deeply, Aelisse takes me in her kiss...