Lungs volume

Neshenty woke up, tied to a chair… She was in her own medical office, but completely naked, without a white coat. Above the sharp heels and ankles, the rope pulled her legs together in several tigh coils and fastened them to the leg of the chair. Neshenty's hands were tied behind her back, but they were also tied to the back of a wooden chair where patients usually sat, not Neshenty herself. But the most frightening thing was that her mouth was in a transparent muzzle for artificial respiration. However, it wasn't filled with air, but with water. The tube stretched from the muzzle to the lung volume measuring device. There was much more water in it than needed — the tube through which the air was exhaled, lifting the lid to measure the exhaled from a lungs air by the level of elevation using an attached ruler, was under the surface of the water. It was this water that brought her to her senses. Neshenty jerked violently, feeling the icy horror of being unable to breathe. His pupils narrowed to needle points, and his body tensed like a bow, causing the ropes to dig into his black-and-white fur. WHAT THE...?! WHO DARED?! Panic, sharp and familiar, clawed at her throat — too much like that second before she died in the temple of the Original Evil, when the air was torn from his lungs by magic. But it's dirtier and more humiliating here. Through bondage, undressing, and mock clinic torture! "Grrr... Mmmph...!" Her body jerked in impotent rage, bursting out a series of large bubbles. The lid of the device has risen by 200 cm³. Every muscle quivered, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. She threw her head back, horns clattering against the back of a chair. When Neshenty saw Astarta standing behind the back of the chair, that unicorn ran her claws between Neshenty's cheek and neck, in a ticklish spot where blood vessels pulsed under thick fur, distilling oxygen-depleted blood: "Good morning! How do you feel, what are you complaining about?" Neshenty shuddered all over at the unexpected touch, Astarta's claws sent goosebumps over her skin: "Grrrr!" A low growl broke through the water, raising a column of bubbles in the tube of the device for another 150 cm³. "Good morning?!" A mental scream rang in Neshenty's skull. "I'll strangle you with my own tail, you scum!" The tail beat furiously on the chair legs, the white tassel ruffled. Her chest heaved in an attempt to breathe, but the muzzle gave out only a pathetic gurgle. There was a throbbing sensation between her legs, warmth spreading through her stomach — treacherous excitement mixed with rage. "Mmmph... Hc!" The throat spasm forced out another puff of air, a hundred cubic centimeters. Her eyes rolled back, her horns scratched on the wood. Astarta gently ran her claws down her neck to her collarbone, stirring the fluffy fur on her neck, and put her own tail on the dragon's thigh: "You've done terrible experiments for the Dark Ones, but you've never tested your theories on yourself? We need to make up for it. If you have enough lung capacity to lift the lid completely, the water will pour out and you will inhale", she waved the tassel along the inside of her thighs and wrapped her tail around Neshenty's tail, tickling both tassels on her soles, and with the claw of her free hand she ran along the hollow from the dragon's breasts to her deep navel on her tensely pressed stomach. "Grr-hc!" The growl turned into a wheeze. The bubbles added another 180 cm³, which was a bad sign. Too much air is wasted... "GRRRR-MMMFF!" a dull roar tore a powerful exhalation from his lungs — the lid of the device shot up 300 cm3. The pupils split: It darted around the blue eye, narrowed into a frenzied slit in the yellow one. I... WILL DEVOUR... YOUR SOUL! Her thoughts were bursting with bloody foam. Astarta's claws moved across Neshenty's stomach — below her navel, to her very bosom — and caused a cramp in her thighs. The unicorn's tail tickling the soles of her feet made her toes twitch in frustration. And her own tail, braided with her tassel... the warmth grew in a wave, pulsating in her lower abdomen, against her will. But the words... the words burned worse than a red-hot iron. "Experiments for Darkness." Neshenty remembered the operating room in the Utgard amputation room — ripping out the claws of the destructors for the safety of the staff, implanting rune crystals into their flesh to make it easier to control the souls of the cultists and rescue the captured dragonets. And now this... this navka called it "horrors"?! Neshenty bit her lip under the muzzle until it bled, trying to stifle a groan. The white mane in the braid was disheveled, sticking to the wet neck. Dragoness tried to squeeze her legs, but the ropes dug into her ankles, and Astarta's tail wouldn't let go: "But maybe pride will make you choke sooner? Or... something else?" She would rather burst than show Astarta how her body treacherously responds to torture. But her lungs were already on fire, and the muscles of his stomach, squeezed with tension, trembled under the claws of the enemy, and the horns beat against the back of the chair — "knock-knock-knock", as if counting down the remaining time. Astarta sat on the dragoness' thighs, her pubis just touching her lower abdomen, and looked at the device and the 730 accumulated cubic centimeters, then at the furious and distraught eyes of Neshenti: "Do you feel yourself in the place of your inadequate enemies?" Astarta touched her nose to the oxygen mask filled with water. Neshenty's body jerked wildly under Astarta's weight, and her thighs tensed like strings: "GLRR-BUL!" — the air burst out in a bubbling stream, lifting the lid by another 200 cm³. 930 cm³ total. Her yellow pupil rolled back under his eyelid, her blue one swam wildly. In the place of... enemies? A destructor nailed to an altar, with a rune carved on her chest — her scalpel trembled in her paw. "Are you suffering? Good, that means rune is taking root". Now her own claws dug into her palms, and her jaws bit her tongue, so that the blood mixed with the water in the muzzle. Astarta's pubis pressed down on her lower abdomen, right on the throbbing point. Neshenty twisted her neck, and her horns crashed into a tree. "I can't... cum... in front of her..." — Nesheny's thoughts were confused. There was only enough air left for a jerk… But exhale another nine liters? Her lungs cramped: "Mmm-hmm!" — a groan escaped against her will. The tassel of Astarta's tail tickled the sole of her foot, and her toes twitched. The white fur on dragoness' chest was matted, and drops of water rolled down her sunken belly. Neshenty saw her crooked reflection on the mask — a wild, hunted beast. "How did they... when I..." the thought faded. Pride? Survival is more important. She gathered her remaining strength, preparing for a powerful exhale. Astarta's nose moved to Neshenty's soft ears, and her stomach pressed closer to her stomach, but Astarta didn't hide the fact that she was breathing — she gently exhaled into her ears, and, filling her chest with air, touched Neshenty's pressed stomach with her stomach on the border with the outlined ribs. The unicorn's long tail tugged at the dragon's, straining Neshenty's crotch even more. The girl's body shuddered all over, as if from an electric shock: "Xxxx-mmph!" The exhale turned into a groan, the bubbles bubbled, tearing out a measly five liters from his lungs. There's still a long way to go before freedom. But Astarte's breath in her long ears... a hot wet whisper right into her brain.… It was worse than manic games. "Breath… She... breathes..." Each expansion of Astarta's chest as she inhales was a light push into her ribs. Every exhale in the ear was like a slap in her face. And the tail... oh, the Primordial Darkness! She pulled her own tail down, stretching her crotch, where the throbbing turned into unbearable pressure. Neshenty rolled her eyes. A veil covered the blue pupil. Yellow caught a reflection in the mask: her stomach was pressed so that her ribs bulged like a web of shadows under her wet fur. Like those destructors in the final stage of dehydration… "I feel..." she would like to hiss. "Like them. When the scalpel cut off your Astarta symbol from his chest". But instead of words, there are only bubbles. At first, small-scale conglomerates, then quieted down to small and desperate ones. There was 150 cm³ left. Death or shame? She chose the third one: she gathered all the will, all the rage of the Amenemhat family. The diaphragm tightened in a final jerk… "BUL—HRRR!" — an explosion of bubbles caused the lid to shake… It rose by 100 cm³. There were 50 left. Failure. "Is there really nothing left in you? Can I help?" Astarta licked Neshenty's neck, running her poking claws along the sides and hollows of the dragon's pelvis, and the unicorn's tail tightened the erogenous zone under the female's knees. The last shred of Neshenty's consciousness burst into white fire. A cold tongue on his neck and claws that tickled at the very pelvis, where the thin fur hid the trembling skin. And the tail... under the knees… It was a low blow. Literally. "AAARGH-BUUL!" A convulsive scream escaped along with water, blood, and rage. The lid of the device flew up, slamming against the upper limiter — plus 150 cm³. It wass even a bit much! Water gushed from the mask back into the tube, flooding her chin and chest. The air! Take a sip! But… She inhaled, choking. A mixture of water and his own saliva mixed with the air. She coughed, her body convulsed, arching under the Astarta's. And there was a hot, shameful, unstoppable wave between her legs. The muscles of his stomach twitched in a series of spasms, and the fur on his thighs was no longer soaked with water. "You monster… I will... kill..." the thought broke through the physiological sensations. His throat was wheezing and his mouth was coughing. "Freedom... at the cost of humiliation!" She jerked forward, but the ropes held. Astarta took off her mask. Water dripped from Neshenty's chin onto his chest. The dragoness herself froze, gasping, looking through Astarta with a blank stare. Previously, Neshenti had besieged her temple, and now she were besieged herself in retaliation…