No Pineapples
By A.J. Brown
Billy Rowe samples a unique mixed wrestling session


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Billy Rowe felt his arm getting jacked up his back further as Ava sat on his
butt, almost the entire front of his body being flattened into the carpet. The
pain that was mainly in his upper arm felt so good. She kept pushing on it and
he normally would have said the word by now but his pain tolerance had
increased quite a bit since the first time he had sessioned with her.

Ava Adorable looked sweet but she had no problem administering pain so she
just kept going. Time was running out. Could he make it to the end of the
session without saying the word? He knew he couldn't beat her up but if he
could hold out this time it would be a moral victory. Although he liked that
he could never beat her, he always made sure to try his best.

But she just kept increasing the pressure and the pain was getting to be too
much. Wasn't the session over with yet? Normally the time flew by but now that
he was trying so hard to hold out, so hard not to say the word, it seemed like
it was going so slow. Ow, it was really starting to hurt, and he was whining a
bit. Maybe time was up and she just wasn't telling him. He knew Ava had her
own competitive ego. Just fucking hold out a little bit more, she wasn't going
to give him a whole bunch of free session time just because she wanted him to
tap, he knew that much. When it felt like his upper arm bone was about to
snap, he screamed.

"Pineapples!"

Ava let go of him immediately like she always did. His arm felt numb and as he
tried to move it back to its normal position it hurt more. She got off of him
and he rolled over on his back. His arm was going to hurt for a while. Why did
he always overdo things? Ava sat next to him, lifted up her legs, and rested
her bare feet on his face.

"You're really getting good at holding out and taking pain," she said.
"Probably the best out of all of my clients. I didn't think you were going to
give up that time." She hummed a bit as she patted his face with her feet,
rotating one hitting his face while the other was up. "What do you do for work
again?" She lifted both of her feet off of his face, set her left foot right
next to it so her toes were pushing up against his face, and used her other
foot to pin down his hair that was hanging down off the top of his head.

"I sell kitchen renovations."

"What do you mean you 'sell' them?"

"Someone wants their kitchen remodeled. They call for a quote. I go out and
provide the quote. I don't do any of the work." He liked talking about his
job, especially when he had soft, sexy feet enclosing his head.

"They drug test you for that? I only ask because I dated a guy once who did
remodeling. They drug tested him since he was in peoples' homes."

"Well I don't do the remodeling," he said, trying not to sound annoyed as this
was almost something he had to explain. "Just the sales part. But, no, they
don't drug test me. I don't do drugs but if they drug tested our employees,
half of them would be fired." He chuckled and he felt kind of cool.

"OK well if you're in sales maybe you'll be interested in this proposal I have
for you. I'm going to experiment with a new kind of session I'm trying out.
Gonna call it a no-safe-word session. I'd only offer it to repeat clients to
make sure everyone's comfortable. But that's what it would be. I choose how
the session goes. I choose how long it lasts." She lifted her foot that was
touching the side of his face, put it down on his face, and started rubbing it
in. He felt his cock growing. "And there's no safe words allowed at all. I
agree not to do any permanent damage but other than that, the control is all
mine. I do whatever I want for as long as I want. You think that would sell?
You like sessions and you're a sales guy so you could give me some good
feedback."

She lifted her foot off of his face and held it just a little bit above, like
she was ready to bring it down on him at any point. He could see out of the
very corner of his eye that she wasn't even looking at him.

"How much would you charge for that?" he asked hopefully. He always thought
400 hundred an hour was high, especially since she always seemed to enjoy it,
but that never stopped him from scheduling his regularly quarterly sessions.
This didn't sound so much up his alley if he couldn't give her the 'script'
but if he could get a good discount ...

"I'm thinking nine fifty."

"Nine fifty, what??" he said and she pulled both of her feet away from his
head. He sat up. "Why are you charging more if the guy can't choose how he
wants it to go?"

She looked indifferent to his surprised reaction. "It would only be for my
really hardcore clients. An indefinite amount of time under my complete
control. Sessions are a lot of fun but with safe words and the client choosing
the script, I always thought you all were missing out a bit on the experience
of being fully submissive. I get most people out there don't want that, they
want a little control. But think about having none. You're my bitch with no
escape and you don't know when you'll get away. And you'll probably get even
more time with me. Hmm." She shrugged like she was thinking. "You don't think
people would pay for that?"

"Nine fifty's a lot. But you can give it a try."

She looked like she was thinking more or pondering. "How about this. You can
obviously take a lot. Would you be interested in doing a trial session with
the no safe words?"

"I'm not paying nine fifty," he said with a smile.

"Well it would be a trial. See how it goes and see if you think it would be
worth it. I'll let you do the trial for one fifty. What do you think?"

"Sold," he said with no hesitation.

**

Billy was still surprised that The Olive Raven Hotel hadn't been bought about
by one of the bigger chains as he walked down the hall of the sixth floor
looking at the nice carpet and the fancy lightings that were on the walls. All
of his previous sessions with Ava had been on ground level of a cheap motel.
She was really going all out for this. She had never made him sign as much as
a waiver for their previous sessions so the long DocuSign contract that he had
to sign to book the session was a surprise for him also. What he remembered
the most about it was how it said he agreed to the session and as long as she
did not cause any bodily damage that was permanent that she would not be
liable. It also stated that she wouldn't be liable for anything that was
considered mental injury.

He knocked on the door of the suite at the end of the hall. When it opened he
thought that she had someone with her. Used to seeing Ava dressed cute in a
bikini, he wasn't prepared to see her wearing what looked like a combination
of a black one-piece swimsuit and a dominatrix outfit. She wore black eye
shadow and when he looked at her bare feet like he always did soon after he
saw the 25-year-old girl, he noticed that her toenails were painted black. She
motioned with her head for him to come in, not giving him the same happy
welcome she normally did. She was playing this one well.

He shut the door behind him once he was in and looked around at the hotel room
that was much larger than what he was used to. Her wrestling mats were set up
in the floor in the large space. There was a large picture window that
overlooked the nighttime city. He noticed a full bottle of Jack Daniels and a
shot glass on top of the small refrigerator and thought this night could end
up being even more fun than he thought.

"So you read over the contract?" she said. She spoke with no emotion, far
different from the cheery girl that he normally dealt with. Between that and
the new look she almost seemed like a different person. "You understand all of
the rules."

"It was long, but I think I got it all," he said with a laugh that she didn't
return.

"Good. Let's get going then."

He kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks, and threw them aside. Ava began
getting in a wrestling position, bent down but staying on her feet, as she
looked at him. Billy smiled as he started getting in a wrestling position and
it was starting to feel weird that this girl who was normally so friendly
hadn't dropped him as much as a small smile at all.

Ava charged at him and even though she was 8 inches shorter than he was, her
fit body was hard to fend off when she was coming at him so fast. Her speed
and skill always had been too much for him despite his weight advantage. She
grabbed the short sleeves of his shirt and held him tight. As he tried to
wrestle her back she used her leg to sweep both of his legs from under him.
They normally started their matches on their knees so the long fall felt a bit
frightening and he hit the mat a lot harder than he was used to.

Ava was on top of him now and even though she only weighed 125 pounds, all of
that weight was strength and once she was on him it was impossible to get her
off. He loved that feeling of her strong ass pushing into his ribs as she
shook it around a bit. She used her big thighs to pin down his shoulders,
making him unable to move his arms. He looked up at her and in that black eye
shadow, she didn't look as cute as she normally did which made this a bit less
of an enjoyable experience already and he was glad he didn't pay more than 150
for it.

She wound her fist back and punched him in the face so hard that it felt like
a rock hit the side of his face. She had hurt him in the past with wrestling
moves and smacking him but she had never punched him before and the extreme
pain in his jaw was more than he wanted to take. She wound back and punched
him in the face just as hard. He felt his eyes water up and he had to use all
of his power to hold out from bursting into tears. He liked when Ava made him
feel like a wimp but crying in front of a girl was still something he didn't
want to do. Looking up at her with that black eye shadow and now a bitchy look
on her face, made him already feel like he didn't like this.

"Alright can we tone it down a bit?" he tried to say nicely.

She lifted her leg and pushed her knee into his mouth, hard enough where it
felt like she was pushing his teeth in. This might not have been as painful as
the punch but it felt more unpleasant and he felt the pain in the side of his
face still. As he turned his head back and forth trying to move his mouth
free, she pushed her knee into his teeth harder, increasing the pain. She
squeezed the side of his head with her hands tightly, keeping it still.

"Don't ever tell me what to do!" she said, a nastiness in her voice that he
had never heard before. "You agreed to a session where I did whatever I want.
It's only two minutes in and you're trying to break the rules already? Not
going to happen."

He felt that strong little body of hers holding him down and he wasn't feeling
the excitement that he normally did when it was happening. She pushed her knee
into his teeth some more and he was pushing her thigh with his free hand
trying to move it but it wouldn't budge. The pressure of her knee made it feel
like she could push his teeth out.

She finally pulled her knee from his teeth and pushed it back into his
shoulder so he couldn't use that arm again. She punched his face again in the
same spot and he whined a bit. She looked somewhat satisfied but punched him
in the face again, the pain worsening and making him want out of here badly.

She started sliding her legs backwards and flattening her body on top of him.
Her boobs pushing into his chest felt good but it didn't reduce the intense
pain that was still in his face. She ran her legs down his ribs intentionally
pushing them into them hard causing pain down there. She stopped moving with
both of her knees pushing hard into his ribs and her butt pointing up towards
the ceiling.

She kneed him in the ribs and it was significantly worse than when she had
punched him in the face. The pain was a lot worse and the feeling of
everything else inside that part of his body taking the blow from her knee was
extremely unpleasant. He tried to take in a full breath, could barely get any
air in, and the little bit of the breath he was able to take just caused him
more pain. She kneed him in the same spot and he felt terrified when he
couldn't get a breath in at all. He couldn't talk without air and he started
desperately tapping out on the floor.

"Pineapples!" he managed to say with a wheeze in his voice. She kneed him hard
in the same spot. Could a 125 pound girl kill him with just her body? He never
would have thought so but it felt like if she kept punching and kneeing him
she could destroy his body to the point where it stopped functioning.

"You're pissing me off," she said as she wound back her knee like she was
going to do it again but then she held it back. "What kind of session did I
say this was? You agreed to this."

She brought her knee towards his ribs and then stopped it at the last minute
so it just touched it lightly. Feeling her leg against his side felt good but
it didn't negate the extreme pain and the fact that he was still having a
tough time getting in full breaths. She punched him in the face so hard that
it felt like it knocked his jaw out of place.

"I can't do this anymore," he pleaded and it scared him how he sounded like he
needed a speech therapist trying to talk after his jaw had just been hit like
that. "If we can't tone it back can we please just stop? You can keep the
money obviously."

"You want a little break?" she said and she slapped his jaw three times where
she had just punched him, his jaw still hurt enough where having it get
smacked like that just made it worse.

"Yes please," he said with relief and his tone got friendlier.

She got off of him and he tried to sit up but his rib was in too much pain and
he stayed lying down. Curious as to what she was doing, he managed to sit up
enough to see her walking over to the bottle of Jack Daniels. She picked it up
with the shot glass and started walking towards him with it.

"Yes, that would be great right about now," he said and now he managed to sit
up, even though it hurt.

She opened the bottle without changing her expression, tipped it over, and
poured him a shot to the rim so some almost spilled out the top. She offered
it to him with a spiteful look on her face that didn't change when he smiled.
He took the shot glass and put back the entire thing quick. It had been a
while since he drank anything that hard. It burned his throat on the way down,
gave him some heartburn, and his rib actually hurt more once he swallowed it.
He handed her back the shot glass with his watery eyes wide open. She took it
from him and began pouring another shot. He presumed it would be for her until
she put it in front of him again with a demanding look on her face he didn't
like.

"Man, give me a minute," he said and he put his hand up but her eyes got big.
"Sorry, I'll take it. Probably will need another one to get through the rest
of this right?"

He took the shot from her, drank it, and this time it really burned his
throat. He felt the heartburn a bit worse and he punched his own chest a
couple of times. Ava was already tipping the bottle over pouring more liquor
into the shot glass. She held it up for him with a look like she didn't want
him to refuse.

"Seriously no," he said, his voice a little scratchy. "Give me a break at
least."

"Seriously yes," she said and he didn't like her being so demanding when he
was the one paying. "Unless you want to get more of my knees in your ribs."
She put the glass down on the mat and started moving towards him like it was
already determined that she was going to knee him some more.

"Alright!" he said as he put her hand up. She kept coming at him but then
stopped. "But this has to be the last one at least for a bit."

She looked down, grabbed the shot glass, and held it back up for him, the
demanding look on her face suggesting that all she cared about was him doing
it. He took the glass, started moving it slowly towards his face, trying to
buy as much time as possible for the last one to settle in a bit. He got a
strong whiff of it when it was close enough to his nose and he didn't know how
he was going to put this third one down. He held his breath thinking that
might make it easier somehow, drank the shot, and felt it hit his stomach
hard.

"Whoa!" he said loudly like he did back in his college days. But Ava wasn't
laughing like the college kids used to and she was already pouring his next
shot. He had partied hard in the past but it had been a while since he really
tied one on and he didn't think he had ever done 4 hard shots right on top of
each other like this. She held the 4th in front of his face.

"Why don't you have one?" he said, trying to be fun, but his eyes were
pleading. "Why let me have all the fun?"

"Drink it."

"If I drink that right now I'll probably throw up all over your mats. You
really want that?"

"If you don't drink it I'm going to knee your ribs hard enough where you'll
throw up a lot more. Either way I'll rub your face in it and you'll be
cleaning it up so it doesn't make any difference to me."

He could feel the alcohol really working on his brain and instead of feeling
good the way 3 beers spread out over an hour normally did for him, it was an
unpleasant feeling, like the alcohol was almost feeding on his brain. He
thought about making a run for it, wondering if she would try and stop him if
he did, but the next thing he knew, he had the shot glass that was all of the
way full in his hand and running wasn't an option.

When he drank the shot it felt like the alcohol was a poison that ran directly
to his brain this time and even though he still felt it in his throat and
stomach, he barely noticed that compared to feeling it in his head. As he
tried to get his thoughts together it felt like they he couldn't get them
straight, just running around in his head like he was losing control of them,
and that was leading to panic. When she reached for the bottle again he
grabbed her wrist.

"I know you didn't just touch me!" she said with a stern look. His fear of her
was the only clear thing in his head right then.

"I'm sorry," he said as he let go of her and he found he really had to focus
just be able to say those two words without stumbling over them. "Can we
please take a break, I'll do whatever, please."

She gave him a disappointed look and stared him down. He knew not to say
anything but his lips were moving around as he worried even the wrong facial
expression would cause her to make him take another shot. She would not break
eye contact but finally looked away and to his relief she closed the bottle.

She stood up and as she walked back over to the dresser, he looked at how
strong her ass looked compared to the rest of her smaller body, especially
with that tight dominatrix swimsuit that she had on. He felt an urge just to
dive at her and rub his face in her butt and then maybe she'd sit on him.
Thinking about that reduced his anxiety.

He had been staring at her ass longer than he realized as she was already
turned around and holding some little artsy thing in her hand that he realized
was a bowl packed with pot. She held it out like she was going to offer it to
him and his feeling of fear increased. She kneeled down in front of him, held
the bowl in her right hand in front of his face and held a lighter in the
other.

"No," he said, chuckling, now feeling extremely nervous. He knew he didn't
want that in his body but his wise mind wasn't sure his drunken brain was
going to be able speak the right words to tell her no. "I don't smoke."

"I didn't ask if you do. But you're gonna smoke this." She flicked the wheel
of the lighter quickly to cause a spark but it didn't light.

"I don't do that stuff," he said, smiling, almost begging. "I gotta draw the
line here, I'm sorry."

Billy felt relief as Ava set the bowl and lighter down. Next thing he knew she
lunged at him, her strong little body feeling like a small car running into
him as it pinned him on the mat. She kneed him in the ribs again and although
the alcohol did some work on his brain it didn't numb the pain at all. She
kneed him again which took his mind away from the feeling of the alcohol.

"Please stop," he begged. "Please."

"Smoke the dope this time or I start doing this again and I don't stop," she
said. "Ever!"

She got off of him, keeping her eyes on him with a look of warning. He gave
her a look back hinting he was upset and she clearly didn't care. He watched
her pick the bowl back up and she looked inside of it carefully like she was
making sure that the weed was still in there. He was never much of a pot
smoker and it had been years since he did it. He never liked the feeling of it
as it just made him feel like he couldn't keep up with conversations and he
never saw the appeal of it.

"I want to see you breathe in hard," she said. "Don't breathe out until I say
you can. If I see any smoke coming out of your nose or mouth before I say so
I'm going to show you pain that makes what I've done to you so far feel like
nothing."

She handed the bowl and the lighter over to him and he thought about how she
hadn't even cracked a smile yet. She was playing the act well and even though
that Jack Daniels was still working on his brain hard, he reminded himself
that this was an act. She had given him a good beating so far, but that was
what session wrestlers did, and now he was getting a break to get a little
buzz in the middle of it. Nothing wrong with that at all and for a hundred
fifty bucks that was a pretty good deal, even if it didn't feel like it right
then.

As he inhaled the pot smoke into his lungs he immediately felt the pain come
right back in his ribs, so painful that it was almost as bad as if she had
kneed him again. He was about to cough but her intense stare into his eyes
with those pretty eyes of hers reminded him that was a bad idea. He could feel
this crap damaging his lungs as he held it there.

"Breathe out," she said and let out a raspy cough. "Take another hit."

The times that he had smoked in his life had never come after just slugging
back four shots of hard stuff and it felt like he was getting high already
after just that one hit. He didn't want to take another but he felt like he
was reading her mind that she wasn't going to warn him again if he objected to
her. Could he be reading her mind? It actually seemed like it might be
possible at that minute and it seemed like kind of a neat idea.

He breathed in his next hit as it hurt his ribs even worse. Everything else
felt OK, though, at that moment and he started to think that the pot might
help him a little bit. When Ava allowed him to breathe out she was already
putting the bowl in front of him for his next hit. Yes, he'd comply, he didn't
have a choice anyway and he felt like he was getting more comfortable. He
breathed in, the hit painful on his ribs again, but he was adapting to the
pain a bit. He held in the smoke and got ready to breathe out around the same
amount of time that Ava had normally allowed him to but this time she didn't.

He made a move like he was going to breathe out but she gave him a threatening
look like he better not. He held it longer, his lungs really starting to hurt,
and he wondered how much longer he was going to be able to hold his breath
with all of that smoke building up in there. When she finally allowed him to
breathe he started coughing viciously, getting no sympathy from Ava who was
just looking at him impatiently like she wanted him to finish up so he could
take the next hit.

Once the coughing stopped, she motioned for him to take another hit. He
started laughing with a stupid sounding laugh like he knew this wasn't a good
idea but was getting too wasted to care. It didn't bother him too much when
his hands were shaking as he tried to light it. He still managed to light the
bowl and as he inhaled and held it in he started to feel like he could pass
out at any moment.

Ava allowed him to breathe out and he coughed rapidly again. His hands started
to feel loose like he was going to drop the bowl and the lighter and Ava
finally took them from him. He stared at her face looking so beautiful and he
thought about how lucky he was to be in this room with her drinking and
smoking.

But then the look of beauty that he saw in her immediately changed, and even
though her facial expression hadn't changed, he got this feeling that she was
just pure evil, that it wasn't a session wrestler who was kneeling across from
him but some sort of demon. His heart started to race rapidly, pounding so
hard that it felt like it wasn't going to stop, and he had a terrifying
feeling that his heart was just going to continue to pound so hard until it
pounded right out of his chest. He could feel sweat developing on his face and
his arms were shaking and becoming numb.

He let out a whine as he jumped to his feet. He felt the same kind of feeling
he had in nightmares when it felt like something awful was about to happen
that was going to wake him up. But something told him that he wasn't dreaming
and the longer this went on without him waking up, the more that seemed likely
to be true.

Now standing, he felt like he was losing his mind and with every second that
passed that feeling intensified, making him feel like he was just seconds away
from completely losing it. He look around the room with it looking like it was
in separate frames as he moved his head. His eyes spotted the picture window
and he felt an incredible urge to run spring right at it, break through the
glass, and jump.

"I need to get to a hospital," he said with intense fear in his voice. He
turned his head from the window and tried to dash for the room door, knowing
that he needed to be out of this room as soon as possible, the feeling of
insanity still increasing in his mind, and the sane portion of him that
remained knowing that he just didn't want to be in the room with that big
window on the sixth floor when that happened.

He felt Ava grab his arms from behind, pull him back hard enough to remind him
how much stronger than him she was, and she threw him to the carpet. He jumped
back up, time running out before he went crazy, and just needed to be out that
hotel room door. He had to get out in the hall and scream for help, out there
had to be safer, and there would be hotel staff out there that would make sure
he was OK. But he felt Ava's arms wrap around him from behind and pulling as
hard as he could was no match for her strength as she kept him trapped.

"I need a hospital, seriously," he said. "Session is over, let go."

"Session isn't over until I say so," she said into his ear.

"I am really fucked up and I need an ambulance. Now help me. What did you put
in that weed?"

"It was just weed you fucking pussy," she said. "Sit still or I'll hurt you a
lot worse."

He had to get free from her quickly and just get out that door to safety where
he could scream for help and someone out in the hotel hallways who wasn't evil
would help him and get to safety before he went nuts. He struggled harder to
free himself from the stronger girl. He could feel his heart pounding in his
chest so hard that it felt like it was going to pound right out. Was it going
to stop working or explode? If he could just get out that door he could be
safe. His brain started to feel like it was bouncing around in his head,
actually like it was hitting the inside of his skull.

"Let go!" he whined.

Ava spun around, threw him down, and he felt his entire body shake as he hit
the floor. Feeling his chance of getting free he started to get up but he was
way too dizzy and Ava was on the floor with him before he knew it. She wrapped
her legs around his ribs and he knew from experience that once her legs were
wrapped around him, he had no chance of getting free.

His brain felt like it was shooting around all over inside of his head. With
both of his hands he grabbed his hair towards the top and just started
squeezing, groaning as he did so. The pain of pulling his hair was taking away
some of the awful sensation he felt inside of his head. As he squeezed his
hair harder he felt a sudden urge to gauge his eyes out. He tried to ignore it
but the thought wouldn't go away and the more he tried not to think about it,
the stronger it became.

"No, no, no, no, no!" he said as he started punching himself in the head
trying to make it go away.

Ava let go of him with her legs and he immediately felt her arms grab his and
pull them behind his back. He initially tried to resist until he realized that
her restraining him was at least preventing him from hurting himself and if he
called an ambulance they would probably try and do the same thing. His captor
was also who he needed most at that moment.

"Come on, I'll teach you how to control yourself," she said as she pulled him
to his feet, not gently.

He looked at the floor as she forced him through the room, every shot of the
floor looking like he was seeing it in frames, as she moved him along. She let
go of him with one arm and used that had to open the bathroom door while
holding both of his arms just with her one before forcing him inside.

He looked around and immediately wanted to get out but he turned around and
she had closed the door shut. She wasn't holding him right then but she was
standing in the way of the door. He looked around this bright white room
feeling like he was in a mental hospital and he suddenly wanted to be back out
in the main room. There were too many things in here that could hurt him, such
as the corner of the marble sink, and the thought of her throwing him on the
hard tiled floor made him want out immediately. He looked at the white towels
hanging up and had to fight the urge to go pick one up, tie it around his
neck, and squeeze as hard as he could. He turned around and tried to walk by
her but didn't have any room to. She gave him a body bump and as he felt his
feet slip a bit and thought about falling back and his head hitting that hard
floor, he didn't dare try it again. He felt his arms and legs shaking as he
tried to stand still.

"Please let me out," he said, not even recognizing his own voice as it sounded
mumbly and nerdy.

"Shut up," she said.

She wrapped her arms around his in front of him tightly and pushed him
backwards. He tried his best to keep his balance and didn't dare fight her as
he didn't want to fall and her holding onto him was at least making sure that
he wasn't able to hurt himself. She got him close to the shower and as she
held him with one arm, she turned it on.

"No, what are you doing?"

"This should snap you out of your hissy fit," she said as she started to push
him towards the water that was on.

"No, come on," he said, now trying a bit to resist her.

"Don't fight me or you're gonna go smoke more."

"At least let me ... "

She pushed him under the ice cold water and he started to scream but Ava got
her hand around his mouth before any noticeable amount of noise could get out.
He felt his system getting shocked by the cold water, feeling like his eyes
were growing inside his sockets. He still had the panicky feeling of going
insane that the cold water was just making worse. He did his best to resist
trying to fight her to avoid the cold water and try to escape the feeling he
was still having of his brain bouncing all around in his head.

Ava held him there, now her left hand tightly cupped on his mouth, while her
right hand was squeezing the back of his neck, causing a gross feeling that he
could tell would get worse if he tried to move. The ice cold water just felt
colder as it sunk into his clothes. He whimpered, though no tears came out of
his eyes. He wanted to know how much longer Ava was going to keep him there
but he didn't dare dry and speak.

Time continued to pass and he kept thinking that she couldn't keep him in
there any longer, that she couldn't be that cruel, and that the cold water had
to be bothering her, but she continued to keep him there. He sat there
thinking about all of the girls that had played him over the years, Beth in
college who he thought he was going to marry at graduation only to have her
cheat on him, Holly who he dated soon after college who wasn't as hot as Beth
but still just ghosted him after they had been dating for 4 months, Emma who
acted like she was super interested in him just long enough to get him really
into her until she'd disappear, then reappear a month later and do the whole
thing over again, playing him like that for over a year.

Those girls and the many others who had played him for shorter amounts of
time, even if it was just a couple of hours at a bar where they acted
interested in him and then all of the sudden disappeared, they were the
reasons he was paying Ava Adorable money to abuse him all of these years, now
abusing him far outside of what he wanted at 32-years-old, as opposed to him
sitting at home with a beautiful wife and having a glass of wine while
watching Netflix, which was what the majority of his friends from college were
doing right then.

"Alright, are you gonna shut-up now?" she asked, further bringing him back to
the reality of his pathetic life.

She turned off the shower and he still felt the intense cold of his soaking
wet hair, shirt, and shorts soaking into his skin. Ava pulled him out of the
shower with no regard for him like he was some prisoner that was being
tortured. His body was shivering as she pulled him back out in the main room
where they had started wrestling and threw him on the carpet. He did notice
that the feelings like he was going insane were starting to wear off but his
entire body was shivering from how cold he was and now he was afraid the
extreme cold was going to cause him to need medical attention.

"Come on get up," she said as she gave him a decent kick in the side with her
bare foot. "Fight me some more, you wuss."

His body shivered and his teeth chattered as he hugged himself trying to keep
from getting too cold. He knew asking her for a break wasn't going to do any
good. He looked up at her hoping she would see the suffering she had caused
him and lay off for a bit. He looked at her looking down at him looking like
she genuinely wanted to make him suffer more. This was the girl that he had
sessioned with many times, paid her lots of money, and she was the only woman
he had ever met that was able to truly satisfy his fantasies. While he knew
they had a business relationship he always felt like he was a little more than
just a client to her and that they had a special connection. Now as he looked
at her, he didn't see any of that, he just saw a woman that was even crueler
than all of the ones that had played him over the years. Not only did she like
to make him physically suffer with drugs and cold water, but it was especially
heartbreaking for him when he had been so sure they had something special in
their own way. He had been fooled once again.

She walked away from him. This should give him a little break at least and he
was going to treasure every second.

"No!" he pleaded as he saw her pick the bowl up off of the table.

"I'm sick of watching you chattering and shivering. This will warm you up."

"No!" he said and he jumped to his feet, determined not to have to take any
more of that. His mind was somewhat getting back to normal but he knew there
was no way he could handle any more. He bolted for the door.

"Oh you're still trying to disobey me?" she said, not sounding happy about it
at all.

He could feel her encroaching on him as he got closer to the door, his whole
equilibrium off, making it so he couldn't move as fast as he normally did. His
hand grasped the door handle and he felt freedom right before he felt the
small, strong body of the girl wrap her arms around his torso from behind. She
yanked him back and his wet hand slipped off the door handle before he could
turn it.

She threw him hard on the carpet, now standing between him and the door, her
strong body standing above him making him know that he was not going to be
able to get by her. She brought her bare foot down on his chest hard and as
the pain shot through his chest he looked up at her looking down at him like
she was challenging him to get up. She kicked him again now looking down at
him with her hair that was also wet, looking like she knew he wasn't going to
get up. She then got down, sat on his stomach, and straddled him, sticking her
ass up in the air.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing not listening to me and trying to run
away?" she said and she gave him a punch in the ribs that wasn't super hard
but still felt plenty painful. "If I tell you to smoke then you smoke, you
don't try telling me you're not going to do what I say." He tried to open his
mouth to answer but she punched him in the ribs before he could get out a
word, causing him to let out a little scream.

"Can I talk please?" he said with frustration. She punched him hard in the
ribs again.

"No," she said.

"You can't do this!" he said with sheer desperation in his voice. "I'm gonna
fucking lose my mind here, especially if I smoke more of that shit. Like
literally. We agreed, nothing permanent."

"No permanent physical injury," she said. "The agreement states specifically
that I'm not responsible for any mental injury from this. So if you go nuts,
that's on you. You go nuts and jump out that window over there, that's still
on you, because I'm not the one who did it."

"That's not true!" he said nervously.

She punched his ribs again and he let out another little scream. "Trust me, I
know the contract very well," she said.

She pushed her forearm into his throat and pushed down hard. He felt her
crushing his Adam's apple as she looked down at him with a psychotic look in
her eyes that made her look crazy enough where she'd be fine just killing him
right there regardless of what the contract said. Whatever consequences she
faced after that wouldn't matter to him since he wouldn't be around to see
them. As he felt the unpleasant feeling of having his throat crushed while he
couldn't breathe, he desperately tapped out on the ground. Ava loosened up
just enough to give him some air, but plenty of pressure remained on his
throat.

"You have two choices," she said to him, looking him right in the eyes like
she wasn't messing around. "Smoke or get choked. What's it going to be?"

He looked up at her with terror in his eyes, unsure of what the lesser of the
two evils was, staring at her and trying to buy himself some time. She pushed
back down on his throat and her feminine forearm felt like it was seconds away
from crushing it. She was making the choice easier for him as he started
rapidly tapping on the carpet again.

"Smoke or get choked," she said, this time not loosening up at all. "Better
pick one this time or I'm picking for you." She loosened up just enough for
him to speak.

"Smoke," he said and his voice sounded scratchy. She let go of him and reached
over for the bowl and lighter.

"Not sure if I can smoke after what you just did to my throat," he said,
feeling disturbed at her scratchy his voice sounded.

He remembered one time he volunteered at a senior citizen bingo game. There
was a lady there who was cooking who was a smoker that had to be at least in
her late seventies and she had a voice that was so scratchy she sounded like a
monster. He thought his voice sounded the same.

"If you can't figure out a way how, I can choke you out some more," she said
casually as she pushed her finger into the bowl a bit.

Billy impatiently motioned for her to hand him the lighter and the bowl which
she inspected a bit more before she did. While the effects of his last puffs
had worn off a bit, part of that was just because of everything else she had
put him through. He still felt immense pressure on his eyeballs and he still
had the sensation like his brain was bouncing around in his head a bit. But
his throat felt like it had been shrunk a bit based on it being much harder
for him to get air in and unfortunately, smoking was going to be his only
option.

He lit the bowl and inhaled deeply as Ava's eyes were glued to him to make
sure he wasn't cheating. As he breathed the smoke in through his hurting
throat he already started flashing back to what this had done to him last
time. He was just going to have to find some way to deal with it. As soon as
he was blowing the smoke out of his mouth he felt like the high was hitting
him immediately. He got a feeling like bugs were crawling all over his brain.
As he tried to fight it, it just got stronger.

"Take another," she said when he motioned like he wanted her to take it from
him.

"I seriously can't," he said as it felt like the bugs were started to tickle
his brain.

She said nothing, got a satisfied look on her face like she wasn't going to
mess around, locked her fingers, and stretched them out in his direction. She
still scared him more than the battle that was going on in his head. He put
the bowl back up to his mouth both hands shaking. He looked up at Ava with his
eyes and knowing what would happen if he dropped that bowl motivated him to
keep a hold of it despite how badly his hand was shaking.

He breathed the smoke into his lungs, feeling it hit his brain, and knowing he
was poisoning himself at this point. He still had enough sense left in him to
think about what a pussy he was, doing this to his own brain, just because he
was afraid to get beat up by a girl. He coughed hard as he blew out the smoke
and Ava just watched.

"Another," she said.

He felt the bugs crawling on his brain and it felt like they were starting to
eat it. The bugs were going to eat his brain. If that wasn't bad enough, it
started to feel like his brain was bouncing around in his head again, the bugs
still managing to cling onto it and eat it despite this. All of that didn't
matter, Ava controlled his destiny now, and if she wanted him to go nuts, that
was how it was going to be.

He breathed the smoke in and it seemed as if more of the bugs had latched onto
the pot and were now entering his body as he inhaled, going right for his
bouncing around brain and joining the rest of them. Ava had turned around and
as she walked away from him he looked at how amazing her ass looked in her
outfit. Keeping his eyes on it was somewhat keeping him in reality.

She turned around holding the bottle of Jack Daniels and the shot glass and
now his panic came back even more. His heart was pounding again as he blew it
more smoke, feeling like it was going all of the way to his back and hitting
it, and then hitting his inner chest. He briefly thought how maybe he could
have ran when she had turned around and was mad at himself for not taking that
opportunity. The sensation of his brain and heart bouncing all over the place
inside of him increased as she poured a shot.

"Drink," she said as she held the full glass towards him, filled all the way
to the very top, looking like it could easily spill if not held perfectly.
"You need me to hold the glass for you?"

He nodded and actually appreciated her favor despite knowing that putting more
toxins in his body was just going to further send him off the edge. He felt
the shot burn as she poured it down his throat and he gagged a bit, wondering
what she would do if he vomited. She didn't seem to care as she was already
pouring him another one.

This time she poured it not quite as high and she handed it for him to take.
Was she trying to make sure his fingerprints were on it for evidence? As he
took the glass from her the idea floated around in his head that she was
trying to kill him and make it look like it was his own doing but the bugs
were still eating at his brain and it was bouncing around so he wasn't able to
give that thought too much consideration and he just took the shot down.

Ava took the glass from him and started pouring it again. He just stood there,
unable to collect his thoughts, as it felt like his brain was close to
stopping functioning altogether. She handed him another shot and he just took
it, no longer even thinking about it, this just being what it was. He drank
the shot handed her the glass, and expected her to pour him another.

Instead, she took it, walked over to a desk in the room, grabbed a chair, and
pulled it over towards the door. She sat down, crossed her legs, and he looked
at how sexy her right bare foot looked hanging down. That was the last
pleasant image he had before it really started to go down.

His brain and heart both felt like they were pounding hard enough inside of
him to pound their way out. He looked at Ava just sitting in the way of the
door and suddenly had it all figured out. She was the devil, he could see it
in her eyes right there as she looked at him suffering through this hell that
was inside of him, and as he looked at her whole face thinking how he had
never knew what pure evil was until then.

The room was starting to close in on him now and at first he just accepted
that as the next step of his hell but the sensation became more terrifying as
in increased. He couldn't actually see it happening but he was certain the
bugs were growing all over the walls too, the same ones that were eating at
his brain were now multiplying on the outside of the room. They were going to
come at him at any moment and start eating his skin.

He grabbed a hold of his hair and started pulling as hard as he could again
and Ava just sat there smirking with her legs crossed, watching him like she
expected it. He began to get the feeling that he was in a glass bowl but Ava
was on the outside of it watching him. He suddenly had a strong urge to gouge
out his own eyes and he felt like pulling his own hair to the point where was
almost pulling it out of his head was the only thing keeping him from doing
it.

He then started fighting another urge to grab himself by the Adam's apple and
yank it out. His heart was pounding even faster, it hadn't pounded its way out
of his chest yet but it was going to happen soon. He had to get out of this
room before that happened, if he could just be somewhere else he could
potentially lie down, take some breaths, and get himself together maybe he
could prevent that but he could not be in this room any longer, and he
certainly could no longer have Ava watching him.

But she still sat in his way, no matter how desperate or crazy he felt, he
knew that he couldn't get by her. He looked to his right to the wall there and
wondered if he could just run right through it. He turned around to look at
the big picture window, sure he could run through that. He didn't want to
jump. Yes he did. If he jumped maybe he would die, maybe he would not, but
either way he would be out of here, away from this feeling of his heart
pounding through his chest and his brain being eaten. He yelled right before
he started to make a run for the window, his feet feeling incredibly heavy as
he took his first two steps.

**

He opened his eyes and immediately looked in the direction his alarm clock
should be to see what time it was. It wasn't there. No, this wasn't his
bedroom. He looked ahead of him out the dark window and could just see one
light. He looked to his right and when he saw the crumbled up white piece of
paper that he had been meaning to throw out, he knew where he was.

He reached in his left front pocket, heard his keys jingle, and pulled out his
phone. It was 4:27 a.m. He knew he was in his car, the back seat specifically,
but where the fuck was his car parked? He quickly sat up and his entire body
started to shake. He had a headache, his cock felt like it was being clenched
by something, but what really was bothering him was that his mouth was
extremely dry. He had a sudden urge for the largest, coldest red Gatorade that
he could find.

Did he go out drinking last night and pass out in the back of his car? No. He
had been with Ava. She had gotten him fucked up. He put his face right up to
the window. He was in the parking lot of The Olive Raven. He supposed if he
had to wake up at four thirty in the morning in his car after being passed out
for who knows how long, this wasn't the worst place he could end up.

He looked over his driver's seat. There was a folded up white piece of paper
taped to the steering wheel. The word 'Bitch' was written on it in feminine
handwriting. He reached forward with a sudden motion and ripped it off the
steering wheel. He opened it up. It read:

Bitch,

If you're reading this it looks like you woke up. I really think you might
have jumped out that window if you hadn't passed out. I wouldn't have tried to
stop you. You would have been better off. Not only are you a physical pussy
but you totally freak out from some shots and weed. Watching you go nuts was
quite amusing to me. Definitely the most enjoyable session I've ever had.

It's a good thing you're light, so I was able to carry you down here easily. A
few people saw me, it was no big deal. Just told them the truth that I was
helping some guy that got too drunk and couldn't hold his liquor. It gave
every one of them a laugh.

I do think I gave you 950 bucks worth of a session and I just wouldn't feel
right only charging you 150 for it. I found your wallet in your glove
compartment. I did a little online shopping with your card and got myself some
new clothes, shoes, and just some other things I could use around my house,
totaling 800 bucks. I woke you up enough to ask your permission and you
agreed. If you want to try and press charges on me I suppose you can. I can't
imagine you'd win but it would be watching you humiliate yourself in court as
we talked about everything that happened last night in front of a lot of
people and having a public record of that.

I'm sure you've already seen the present I left you on your dick. I have the
one key for it. If you want it you'll have to schedule another No Safe Word
session with me. This time you'll have to pay the full 950 and give me a 20
percent tip. I have no idea if a locksmith or a doctor could get that off for
you but I guess that's your only other option. If I never hear from you again
I'll know that's what you did and it will be really funny imagining you doing
that. Feel free to email me the story too of how it went down, I'd love to
hear it.

Later bitch.

Ava

He threw the paper down and pulled his pants down right there in the car. On
his cock was some kind of metal device that enclosed all of it. It had a tiny
little padlock on it. He pulled at it rapidly trying to get it off but that
thing was locked on there. Not knowing what this thing was going to do to him,
he quickly started to remember a lot more about the previous night as the same
kind of panic attack was hitting him as he felt completely trapped in this
device she had put on him.

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