Jane by Tom Walker Jane's legs crush Tommy like a boa constrictor If you've ever wondered what it feels like to be squeezed by a boa constrictor, try letting Janie wrap her figure four body scissors around you. I did, and the only reason I'm here to tell about it is that she stopped squeezing when I started to go into convulsions from damage to my internal organs and lack of oxygen. She's tall, about 5'9", and she has the legs of a six-footer. I mean long-- - really long ---so long that when she wraps her figure-four on you, her coiling leg feels like it is a going around your body more than once, her opposing knee hooking half way up her shin, rather than over her ankle. You've seen her calf muscles, the way they swell so taut against her skin that it looks as if the skin would burst like a balloon at the prick of a pin. When she flexes that muscle, it's like a boulder, huge and rock-hard, and she has such muscular control that she can pound that muscle into you like a sledge hammer. Her pelvic bone presses against your back; her calf crunches your stomach; and you feel like you're clamped in the jaws of a giant vise. As if that weren't enough to squeeze out any strength you thought you had, she has inner thigh adductor muscles that would make a python jealous --- and she really knows how to use them. The first time she got me in her figure-four, she flexed those thigh adductors tighter and tighter every time she pumped me with the grip, wrapping her legs deeper into my sides until she must have compressed my stomach down to about 16 inches from it normal 34. I didn't have a prayer. I couldn't reach her knee lock to try to pry it loose ---I was flat on my face, the calf of her coiled leg under my stomach, and every time I tried to rise to my knees, she just hooked her free foot over the back of my calf , straightened her body to make a rack and stretched me back out flat under her. Then she would roll forward to drive her hips into me while she arched her back and lifted with her legs. Her legs were so long and her leverage so powerful that I feared she would tear my stomach muscles in two by stretching them this way. Each time she slammed me back flat under her, she would resume her boa constrictor action, coiling tighter and tighter with her thighs each time she felt me exhale, until I was finally unable to draw breath. There just wasn't any room in the constricted mush she was making of my breathing apparatus. After nearly three full minutes of having my guts mangled by her legs, I was weak as a baby. Thoughts of escape left me and were replaced by panicked struggle for mere survival. I tried to breathe but couldn't. I felt my head spinning, and my eyes lost focus. Everything was hazy, going dimmer. Her legs felt as if they were getting harder, even more irresistible, like a thickening steel cable around me--- squeezing, squeezing, squeezing --- no letup, just constant and ever-increasing pressure. I gagged and retched helplessly, nausea overcoming me. My lower body had lost all feeling from lack of blood circulation and seemed to have a life of its own, my legs writhing totally out of control. I could feel myself shaking and trembling involuntarily all over, my body convulsing. I heard myself moan, felt a last prolonged compression of her thighs into me, then lost consciousness. She must have let me go then, because when I came to she was no longer wrapped around me. Instead, she was sitting on her bed, massaging her outstretched legs. Her inner thighs were gleaming with perspiration, bright red where they had been squeezing me, and her calf muscles were still twitching nervously in recovery from their exertions. She smiled at me, licking her lips with her sharp pink tongue. Are you all right, Tommy? You really held on for a long time. I can't remember when my legs have had such a good workout on live prey victim. Most of my victims just throw in the towel after they feel my first series of constrictions, but you hung in there until I was afraid I was going to kill you. Lie down for a while and recover your strength. Your stomach's all black and blue from the hammering I gave it with my calf muscle, and you'll probably be sore for a few days. The nice thing about my figure-four scissors is that I almost never break any ribs with it ---the pressure is mostly on the stomach, but you probably should have a doctor check and make sure your internal organs are functioning OK. I was really squeezing and crunching your kidneys with my thigh muscles, and your stomach was convulsing just before you passed out. Once you're fully recovered, we can do this again --- I know you'll want to --- I'll try to leave you with a little strength next time and maybe we can finish up with some really sensual love-making. We did it again, and again, many times in the months that followed. I got a little better at handling her pressure, or maybe she just made sure I had enough left, but the sensual part of her promise was kept and how! End