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   A plea was required before trial and a suspect that stood mute could not be tried nor be but to the question. This led to the practice of pressing. The subject was tied spread eagle on the floor and a door or stone boat [ a flat skid like device used to remove rocks from fields] was placed on their chest and then loaded slowly with rock or other weights. The result was a vast increase in the difficulty in breathing until the person under the press was slowly suffocated to death[ a process that could take days]. Very few people could stand the agony of fighting for each breath for so long and thus most yielded and entered a plea. \par
   I was looking for a new thrill and decided to try pressing. It seemed to offer many possibilities even with the obvious disadvantages, namely the loss of access to the toy\rquote s body but I figured I could work around that. I built a modern press in my shop and it looked good. Mounted on a table that was a convenient height for fucking while standing it also had provisions for securing the limbs of the victim out of the way and I made provisions that allowed me to add winches to pull on them as well if I should choose to. A thick block of wood the same size as a human torso was mounted under a strong steel frame which would run up and down on four guide posts set well clear of the work area. Another larger frame was straddled over this and also anchored to the table. Centrally mounted between the two frames is a hydraulic cylinder connected to a hand pump with valveing to allow  the lower frame to be moved up or down at will. I had no real idea of how much force was required to stop respiration so I went big, when I was done I could press down with over six tons of force. I knew that it was big time over kill but what the hell. Besides the increased volume needed to fill the cylinder allowed for very precise control of the final pressure with the hand pump. I could have gone with power pumping but figured it would be more fun to do it myself, kind of like a stick shift on a sports car. I practiced on a few stray dogs until I mastered the basics and then I went hunting.\par
   The first trial of the press was on an old whore I picked up one night. She had her picture in the dictionary next to the words old ugly crack whore, I hated even touching her wasted body but figured it was better to make any mistakes on her than to waste a good toy. She was so desperate for her next fix that she climbed into the device willingly, it was only after the pressure was building against her scrawny chest that she realized she was in mortal danger. I played with her by increasing the pressure until she could no longer breathe then backing off a bit and letting her thing it was over only to find the nightmare had no end. Finally I was satisfied that I had a useful machine that I would find new ways to enjoy myself with and I pressed her to the limit where she was just able to move air in and out of her tortured lungs. By now she had broken ribs and each breath  caused the bone ends to stab her. There was blood trickling from the corners of her mouth as she fought and turned blue. It was clear that she was dying but I wondered how long it would take. She had been under the press for almost twelve hours by then but I knew that I could have made it last much longer if I had wished. She lasted almost another hour before she just quit on me and died. Wanting to find as much as I could about my invention I increased the pressure to the max and watched as her ribs collapsed like a berry box being stepped on. Her chest was squashed flat with her guts being forced out of various body openings. It was clear that I had more than enough force to destroy anyone unlucky enough to fin herself pinned in there.\par
   It was now time to find a worthwhile toy to play with. It took a while but I scored a good one. She was hitchin down the old highway just at dark, a nice lonely stretch of road so of course I stopped to give her a ride. The duffle bag she was carrying was a sure sign that she was not from around here and a short talk soon confirmed it. Prefect. In the fading light I was not quite sure what I had but she looked good enough for what I wanted. I offered her a beer and she seemed grateful not realizing it had been drugged and recapped. A few miles down the road and she was in dreamland. Knowing that she would be out for at least five of six hours and not wanting to spoil her excitement as I unwrapped her I just took her home and loaded her into the press. I did of course allow my hands to explore her body through her clothes and I was pleasantly surprised to find that she was a keeper. Grapefruit sized firm tits and a hard flat belly, nice shape under her loose sweats, braless, and what felt like nice legs. She was pretty after a fashion but no beauty but she did have long dark hair and full lips. Blue eyes and nicely tanned skin set off the rest of the package very well. I puttered around waiting for her to awaken, the cameras, the lights, the winches, everything was ready for her. It was late and she was showing no signs of life yet so I bagged her head with a heavy canvas bag and left her while I grabbed a nap.\par
   When I woke up it was morning and I could hear her asking if anybody was there and begging for help. I ignored her until after a shit, shower, and shave and breakfast. By the time I was ready she had quieted down some and she didn\rquote t hear me enter. I just stood and looked at her for a minute. There were red marks around her wrists and ankles from fighting her bonds and her crotch was wet from when she just couldn\rquote t hold it any longer. In other words just about what I expected. The first that she knew I was there was when I released the latches for the swivels on the kingposts that held her legs and swung them wide apart and let the latches drop and hold them there. She began with the usual litany, all the useless complaints, pleas, orders, and what not. I ignored her and as the scissors began to part the cloth of her clothes the screaming started.\par
In a few seconds she was naked and I found that my fingers had not lied last night, she was truly fine. Her thrashing body was velvet over iron under my touch, so soft but her muscles were rippling with her attempts to win her freedom. The warm oil soaked into her skin and the two holes I was interested in, ah yes she promised to be one to remember. Her protestations rose to new levels as my hard cock slid on the greased skin of her thigh and then slipped into her cunt. She was not virgin but still she was satisfyingly tight. Her struggles as she fought provided the movement in her inner passages that  thrilled me. Such things are always a bonus at times like these. Too often she just lays there dead and I have to provide for myself, but this time I could have been the one being still and had a wonderful experience. Of course I did no such thing, I pumped and slammed into her with wild abandon until at last I could take no more and sprayed her insides with my climax. She had slowed her frantic movements just as I had come, I have often seen this before. It\rquote s like the deed has been done and there is nothing left to protect so they just quit trying until some fresh insult drives them to resist once again. She was left tied, unable to see or move away as I entertained myself with the exploration of her wonderful body. Other that a few flinches and some low voiced pleadings she just lay as my hands wandered over her.\par
   I was soon freshly excited by my activities and the thought of using her tight little ass was all I needed to become fully aroused. I had already had my fingers in there earlier so it was not a warning when I returned to work the ring of muscle open. The intrusion of my larger cock set her off and once more I enjoyed the panicked movements. This time I had the edge taken off by my earlier use of her so I was able to last much longer and use myself more fully. Still the end came finally and her bowels received their share of my fluids in turn. By now I needed a break so I snuck away leaving her sobbing and pleading to an empty room.\par
   Food and drink and a quick review of the numbers and notes from my practice sessions with the mutts and the whore left me ready to resume the games. The sound of the pump puzzled her at first, her head turning as she tried to figure out what the noise was and what it meant for her. However after enough strokes on the handle the top plate gently touched her breasts and she realized what was happening. While I continued to pump with one hand I remover the bag from her head. There were to be no more surprises and I wanted to see her face as I slowly squeezed the life from her. Her tits squashed as the relentless hydraulics pushed her soft yielding flesh down. Her screams were nonstop until her chest was compressed enough that she no longer had the lung capacity left to scream. I kept adding pressure until she could just breath enough to maintain consciousness and then stopped. Every breath was the result of a struggle. She was wet from sweat as the battle raged. Of course there was no way that she could outlast the press but she had to try. I released her arms, she weakly tried to push back against the plate and then beat it with her hands but there just was not enough oxygen reaching her muscles to allow he to do much. Her lips moved as she begged for mercy, thin whispers that were barely audible, her last desperate plea for life. For the first time I spoke, a laugh and a promise that nothing could save her but that she would not die just yet, a promise that condemned her long hours of agony. She was suffering the same as if she was being hanged but I had absolute control over the process and could make her last for hours or days if I wished. I missed the dance so I released her legs. She responded with a few weak kicks but once more she just ran out of gas. I moved around her and looked at her from all sides, her tits were pushed to the sides and I could see the dark nipples sticking out from the sides of her chest instead of standing proudly as they should. Her pussy was moving with each breath and I realized that the only way she could breathe was for her suck the air deeply into her abdomen. Just maybe there would be an unplanned but enjoyable side effect there. She kicked and fought a bit as I entered her once more. I was right, each desperate breath forced her cunt muscles to move with the happy result that my prick was being milked. I had never experienced such a sensation before, a slow sliding gripping motion that squeezed and relaxed as her inner membranes slid around me. Each breath pushed her insides down and against me while each exhale sucked me back in. All I needed to do was stand there with my crotch pushed firmly against hers and I was in heaven. Wonderful. I lost track of time, surrounded as I was by hard wet insistent flesh, warm and wonderful, moving slowly, moving just to please me. I watched as my hard dick was massaged by her cunt muscles. Her legs moved in slow jerks in time with her breathing. Not a lot of movement but enough to add to my pleasure. It was really beyond words and even though I had already come not that long before I was soon ragingly ready. I tried to last, to make it go on forever but it got to where I either had to surrender to the boiling in my balls or pull out and force myself to relax. I just couldn\rquote t make myself leave that warm wonderful nest of flesh and I could not withstand the pressures that drove me just as surely as the press controlled her. I found myself slamming into her body as the raging desire overpowered me. God, I wanted, needed to lose myself in the feelings washing over me and I did. Finally I pushed deeply in her as my orgasm exploded. For the first time in my life I almost passed out from the sheer delight of it all, I would have fallen except for my grip on her hips and the support of the press as I collapsed over it. I half laid over her as my prick was sucked dry by her continuing movements. It was all too much and I was forced to withdraw and find a seat. I was just totally drained, mentally, physical, and sexually. Never had I lived through anything like it. \par
   I needed a rest after that, hell so did she but the difference was I got one while she remained pressed and fighting for each pained breath. I puttered around the lab [ for some reason I like calling it that instead of something else- torture chamber or dungeon just seemed pretentious and I was experimenting there so lab seemed right] cleaning up and whatnot. I was watching her for the signs of impending death, the sound of the liquid froth that would soon fill her lungs, the wet gurgles, the foam at the corners of her cute little mouth, the blue tinge in her skin, and the weakening of her breathing. I suspected that they would show up in a couple of hours and I debated relieving some of the pressure on her so as to save her for play later and just to see how long I could extend her own personal hell but I decided that I really wanted to see her die. Besides I doubted that she would ever be able to top the experiences we had already shared. I wasn\rquote t even sure if I could get it up again today, I was just wiped out. Then I noticed her jerking movements and the other expected signs of her impending doom. It was kind of sexy the way her ass bounced with each desperate breath, the way her legs kind of lifted and dropped while her cunt and ass pumped each time. I liked it as she moved, I could just see the same movements coming from the excitement of a good lay, I could just see myself snuggled between her legs and I could almost feel them sliding up and down on the sides of my hips as I slid in and out of her. Damned if I wasn\rquote t getting aroused, I was hardening up nicely as I watched her face and body. Death was coming for her and it would take her soon. Her breathing was a series of short spastic sips of air then a long forceful blast as she exhaled. The fluids filling her lungs were bubbling up to fill her mouth each time she exhaled and she was forced to swallow or inhale it with each breath. Blue was her color. I decided to try her once more since I was hard anyway. This time I entered her ass and though it was quite nice and was truly different it just wasn\rquote t as good as the last time so I slipped out and reentered her pussy. This was more like it, different than the last time but oh so good anyway. Each tiny sip of air sent a pulse of movement down the length of my cock while the relaxation during each exhalation almost sucked me in. I rode her death spiral with her. I really do not know how long we shared her final moments but I really enjoyed her last hours. She finally lost her way and as she started her last movements ever I let myself go. Her twitches and last spasms provided the impetus I needed to go over the top. I came as she left, her last moments of life were spent for my pleasure and I really enjoyed it. Truly she had been pressed for success. \par
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