In the Doghouse - Chapter 93
Richard nodded, unfazed. Slowly, Courtney began to apply pressure. When done perfectly, it would only take a few seconds for someone to pass out. But with the light force she was using, Richard only felt a faint dizziness.
Nevertheless, Richard could not contain his excitement. Right now, his life was quite literally in her hands.
The simple act of breathing, the most fundamental human function, was now under someone else’s control. This was what it meant to be less than human, to be treated as an object. Even if Courtney decided to end his life right then and there, he wouldn’t have a single complaint.
His chest swelled with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
Courtney, meanwhile, kept her hands steady and carefully observed Richard’s reactions. His face remained expressionless, but his blue eyes were alight with frenzied excitement. She glanced down at his lower body and, sure enough, saw the fabric of his pants straining in a telltale triangular shape. It was astonishing to her that this was something he could get aroused by, but in a strange way, it also put her at ease.
She pressed down a bit harder. Richard’s eyelids fluttered as his eyes began to narrow. His lips parted slightly, revealing the tip of his red tongue. While the act was foreign to her, the look of pleasure on his face was something she was all too familiar with. The fear that had filled her chest began to slowly dissipate.
“Ahh…”
Richard let out a sharp breath. His throat, taut and strained, bobbed visibly as his Adam’s apple rose and fell. His half-focused eyes drifted aimlessly through the air, but the only thing he could see clearly was Courtney’s face.
His neck twitched as his lungs fought in vain for air. The blockage wasn’t in his windpipe, though, but in the arteries feeding his brain. The oxygen deprivation brought a throbbing headache, and soon his vision darkened entirely.
The dizziness and sensation of floating felt much like the time he had overindulged in alcohol, a feeling he was quite accustomed to from practicing autoerxtic asphyxiation.
But this—this was different.
It wasn’t just his imagination at work. In the dark, soundless void his world had become, the only thing he could still sense was Courtney’s presence.
Then, suddenly, his pitch-black vision filled with a burst of stars. It was like staring up at a brilliantly clear night sky, the Milky Way stretching vividly across his mind.
In that distant euphoria, Richard forgot everything—his surroundings, the world, even his own existence. He wanted to stay in this peaceful oblivion forever.
Just as Richard teetered on the edge of unconsciousness, a sharp sting shattered his dreamlike state, bringing him crashing back into reality.
“RICHARD—!”
Richard blinked slowly, forcibly dragged back to the real world. His hearing returned almost instantly, but his vision lagged behind, blurry and unfocused. His sense of reality had vanished along with his consciousness.
Seeing his vacant expression, Courtney slapped him across the face again, hard.
“Richard, are you okay?”
“Yes… Courtney.”
He replied, sounding as if his throat were still being choked. Which, of course, it had been. Courtney, her face filled with alarm, examined him closely.
Though Richard had warned her that he might lose consciousness, it had still been shocking. Knocking someone out with her bare hands wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience.
But, she had to admit, he hadn’t seemed to be in pain. If anything, his expression had looked blissful, as though he’d been in the throes of ecstasy. The memory made her insides churn.
Struggling to appear calm, Courtney gently rubbed the reddened spot on his cheek where she had slapped him. She had hit him so hard in her panic that her own hand still stung. Richard, however, was unbothered. He slowly caught his breath, still wearing a dazed expression, as though he hadn’t fully returned from the peak of his pleasure.
Courtney hesitantly asked,
“Was it… good?”
“Yes, very.”
Richard replied with a foolish grin, nodding his head.
Even though it had only been for a brief moment, the intense pleasure that had washed over his entire body was still fresh in his mind. It was akin to the satisfaction of orgxsm.
In fact, a small amount of sxmxn had leaked from his manhood during the experience. He recalled that even condemned men often experienced an erxctixn or even ejxculxted at the moment of their execution. He supposed he must resemble them right now.
Courtney, still not entirely at ease, gently caressed his neck this time. Her heart was still pounding in her chest, but part of her wanted to see that expression on his face again. It was like the first time you tasted alcohol—bitter and unpleasant, but you couldn’t help going back for more.
“Should I… do it again?”
“Please.”
Richard closed his eyes in anticipation.
This time, Courtney didn’t hesitate. With her newfound confidence, she applied pressure to his neck once more. The second time was always easier than the first. Pressing down more precisely and firmly than before, she watched as Richard quickly and cleanly lost consciousness again. His once-handsome face crumpled into a mask of vulnerability.
Courtney was beginning to understand why people engaged in such dangerous games. There was something oddly satisfying about watching a man completely surrender control, rendered utterly powerless beneath her. She could end his life with just a whim. Rather than feeling fear at the thought, a strange sense of satisfaction welled up inside her. It was a feeling she was getting quite familiar with.
This time, she calmly shook Richard’s shoulder to wake him. When he opened his eyes, they were glassy, like those of someone utterly intoxicated. It wasn’t much different from being drunk. He sighed heavily, a look of pure bliss on his face.
“Haah—”
“Are you alright?”
“Yes. Please… just once more…”
His voice was filled with desperation. His face was flushed red, and his eyes glistened with moisture. Courtney licked her dry lips.
Now fully emboldened, she didn’t hesitate. The discomfort she had felt earlier was completely gone.
Keeping her gaze locked on Richard’s face, she pressed down on his neck once again. Her hand no longer felt like her own—she was moving as if under the control of something else, her grip tightening with every passing second.
