AIR TIGHT By Taz The assassination of Sahed Hamed about a commercial flight 7th May 2002 Royal Jordanian R111 Amman to London Heathrow Assasination of Sahed Hamed, PLO Chief Political Analyst 'Would you like a drink sir?' Sarah bouncily asked Mr Hamed smiling with her head cocked sideways her short, blond hair hanging adjacent to her facia, eyes sparkling, perfect teeth gleaming 'er, yes thankyou a tonic water' he replied in broken english, taken in awe by her pretty blond face Sarah produces a small can and a platic see-through cup, and as she pours it slipping in a very tiny white pill that disolves instantly, Mr Hamed completly distracted by Sarahs smile and ample perfumed cleavage which she delibartly hangs inches from his face. She moves on with her collague serving drinks to the passengers, smiling over her shoulder as she sees Mr Hamed sipping the tonic she poured him. The pill, a potent form of Sodium Hydroxite, Sarah put in his drink causes the vitim to feel a tired sickness within 20 minutes. After serving drinks, Sarah stayed at the back of the plane, making it look as though she was working on some paperwork when she was just awaiting Mr Hamed to go to the bathroom. Mr Hamed was not a wealthy man and was travelling in Economy class, so the bathroom facility would be cramped and small, meaning Sarah would have to dispatch him in close quarters and quitely. About 15 minutes passed when Mr Hamed started down the walkway toward the toilet. Sarah quickly turned to her collegue 'Julie, The captain said he needs to speak to you' Sarah smiled at her, perfect teeth gleaming 'ok' julie said and headed down the walkway toward the front of the plane passing Mr Hamed. As he stumbled past Sarah, she pulled the curtain to making sure no one was coming, then as he opened the toilet door and went inside, Sarah now behind him, cupped her left palm over his mouth to smother any scream and massaged his main artery neck tendon with her right whilst similatlsy kicking in the back of his legs sending him to her waist level making him feel even worse and immediatly slightly larthargic. Quickly Sarah hiked up her skirt and straddled his shoulders, wrapping her tights encased thighs tightly around his neck, still keeping his mouth covered with her hand whilst pulling his head tight against her croutch as he confusingly 'MMMMMPPHH'd?', she gymnastically leaned forward until bent over into the toilet cubicble then turned her body taking Mr Hamed with her until facing towards the door. As she came round, Sarah closed the door with her free hand and made it 'OCCUPIED' then sat on the toilet lid. Sarah Held Mr Hamed's head tight between her thighs, still keeping her left hand over his mouth whilst expertly taking out a small pair of porcelain handcuffs with her one hand. Concealed in her bra, she flicks them loose. Mr Hamed was gagging as he needed to be sick. Sarah straighted out her legs, crossing her ankles and crushing his throat between her thighs as he desperatly gasped for air. Unable to call for help, Sarah now removed her palm from his mouth and gripped his wrists holding them at symetrically equal distances adjacent to her for a moment in silence, then she pulled his wrists behind her back and snapped the handcuffs on him, quickly cupping his mouth again with her hand as she lost her balance, with a 'clack' as her heels touched the ground. Now she has control. 'dont you be sick in my hand' Sarah quietly laughed at him as she flicked her hair from her eyes with her free hand and simoultansly adjusted her seat until his hands where trapped under her rear. Mr Hamed still gagging from the tired sickness he was feeling unable to amplify his shouts for help as Sarahs soft palm was smothering his attempts. Sarah pulled his head right back and down to her croutch, deep into her curvy thighs whilst crossing her legs around his head, the sexy smell of her sweaty nearly black tights replacing the strong used toilet-air smell as his facia was squashed against her dark course legs rubbing toghther, darkness all around. Sarahs's thighs engulfed his head more and more. He could not scream and barely even breathe at all. She continued tightening the vice grip of her thighs until she felt him grow weak, then smiling, and crossing her thighs harder, Sarah pulled her hand out and let her thighs cover his mouth instead. Mr Hamed was in a bad way, he wanted to vomit, had a spinning headache, was very weak and now couldnt breath, he was beginning to die! She held on tight and felt his fear, smiling, squeezing her thighs into his neck as he tried to scream again She was sitting on the toilet seat looking down on her victim. He was slowly asphixiating with his throat being crushed by the blonde British Assasins’s thighs, her vice like grip beginning to cut off his air supply. Sarah calmly continually increased the pressure around Mr Hamed's neck. With his airway restricted, he struggled for release as much as he could, but having had his hands cuffed and sat on, Sarah was easily able to control him. 3 minutes passed as Sarah smiled, slowly running her hand over his now very red, bald head, his veins clearly showing. The back of his head, her hand behind it, pulling it tighter into her tights encased crouch, her thighs crossing even more, before releasing the back of his head, keeping his mouth between her crossed thighs, smothering any chance of screaming. She calmly ran her hand through her hair from her face, as he made a "heelph!" noise, the scissor not quite cutting off his air completely. She squeezed his neck again as he bobbed up and down trying to scream, his hands clawing away at the porcelain handcuffs trapped under her managing to free them from her handsitting until she managed to adjust herself so she was sitting on them again, his efforts only achieving very quiet, muffled "MMMPPPHHHS!", his neck tightly scissored between her crossed nylon clad legs, his mouth smothered in her thigh tights. His arms start to lose their coordination as he gropes wildly underneath her. 3 minutes and Mr Hameds body now involutarily shutting down as he barely hears people outside the cubicle, mearely inches away with just a door seperating them. A tear running down his cheek then out and down her shiny nearly black thigh, he screams with all his remaining energy but his efforts are muted in her suffocating tomb Sarah smiles as she massages his nose, pushing it deeper into her crossed thighs leaving only his eyes wide open in terror the only things still visible between her shape;y nearly black shining thighs. She tightened her legs, now completly cutting off the flow of oxygen to his brain. Sarah leans over him 'ahhh..Come on sweetie,...Shhhhhh' she gently blew down to him He lurched away from the her, but he had no leverage. Sarah caressed his face with her silky soft hands, blowing softly into his eyes with her peppermint breath, her pretty face inches from his with her blonde hair hanging around his face. She started to tighten her thighs even more around his throat, his eyes bulging out in despair as his stubble pricked her tights. He flailed helplessly on the toilet floor like an infant, but his weak efforts to stand were easily drowned out by Sarahs body weight keeping him down, each time he tried, she simply pushed down with her legs. His strength was rapidly draining, and his muffled cries were turning into whimpers. He gagged for air as she squeezed his throat, her thighs gripping with a slowly building force. They tighten deliberately increasing the strain on the sides of his trapped head. Deep within her thighs she feels his suffocating inaudible screams for life. His frame convulsing against the toilet as he unsuccesfully fought for air, crying like a pertified child at the thought of dying, peeing his pants in pure fear His body spasming violently as death claimed him 'Shhhhhhhhh' she smiled down into his wide open petrified eyes Sarah's scissors had turned the man in her legs blue, his face bloated and fat from the pressure of the blood building up inside his skull His eyes were wide open, bulging right out, his tongue hung out to his chin as he gasped for air, his tongue licking her tights. The veins on his temples bulging from the pressure around his neck. A smile spreads across Sarah's lips as she watches him lose control. She brings her face close to his, looking him straight in the eyes, her breath smelling of peppermint.. "You win some, you lose some, huh, chicken?" Sarah slowly looked up, her hair falling across her eyes as her face set in determination, her teeth gritted as she crossed her legs over, squeezing her thighs toghther whilst similtanusly crosssing them over as far as she possibly could, making the gap between her legs as small as she could Quite a sight this would look, this man suduced to a slow prolonged death between the thighs of a gorgeous blonde british female agent. His body sat on the floor motionless, his hands cuffed and sat on, his face bloated beyond ressuitation inside her thighs, still tightly scissored between her legs. And after some ten minutes of vein bulging oxygen deprivation, Mr Hamed was motionless Sarah checked his pulse..he was going into cardiac arrest, it was very faint and erratic, she gave one last almighty squeeze as the seatbelt sign flicked on in the panel on the toilet dash 'You best get back to your seat Mr Hamed..but not just yet..i havent finished with you' Sarah said patrionisngly to the near death man scissored between her thighs, looking straight ahead at the door Sarah uncrossed her legs and moved back slightly allowing Mr Hameds head to rest on the toilet lid..grinning with satisfaction as she noted her victims eyes were rolled back in his head. You couldn't see his pupils as the oxygen depletion made his eyes lock back in desperation. His mouth was wide open and his tongue down to his chin, where he was trying to breath but only managing to suck on her thighs in desperation then she sat on his face, wiggling her rear to fit his face, his mouth on her tights encased sex, his nose wedged in her deepest thighs. Sarah crossed her legs again and reached over for the mirror on the dash. She untied her hair and let it hang behind her, slowly penduliming her head side to side, letting it hang free before carefully pushing it back and slowly tying it back into a sexy little arrangement She checked her Gucci wrist watch before reaching down to his shirt and unbuttoning the top of it, still sitting on his face, before finally uncrossing her legs and slowly standing, straightening out then pulling down her skirt His eyes wide and glazed, mouth open..all the hallmarks of a cardiac arrest.. 'hope you enjoyed your flight..' Sarah said sarcastically as she kissed her fingertip and pressed it on Mr Hameds' blue lips, before uncuffing him and carefully replacing the procelain restraints back in her bra Sarah now checked her Gucci watch...10 minutues to landing. She opened the door and wedged a very thin piece of plastic from the sink area under the cubicle door then took a passenger request for a beverage 'What would you like Sir?' Sarah prettily asked him, leaning over his head to turn off the request lightm her breats brushng the top of his head with her gorgoeus face complementing her slim yet volumptous body.