The Apathetic Armpits Crush Your Own Shrinkray Adventure chapter 7 by Marak077

Her hot breath washes over you as she inspects you with her signature cold, dark eyes. Then she's raising you up to her armpit, nestling your entire body into the warm, damp crevice. The pungent stench of body odor is overwhelming.

Still keeping that stone faced expression, she lowers her tank top, submerging you in the inky abyss of her sweaty pits. The air is stifling. You weakly beat against her slick skin but it's no use. The Tomboy's armpit is your inescapable prison.

She moves not a muscle as you slowly suffocate in the humid, reeking chamber of her sweat glands. Time seems to stretch on forever. Just as you're about to pass out, she lifts her arm, letting you tumble to the coffee table, gasping for air.

That was enough you thought, you asked her to stop but she simply grabs you again so suddenly without giving you a word to speak. Keeping you pinched between her fingers, she rose languidly to her feet. You had a brief dizzying view of the room spinning around you before she brought you to her other hand, gripping you tightly. Bringing her arm down, she pressed the hand you were in right up against her bare underarm pits again, with a much more powerful reckless force.

The shock of the 2nd stronger heat and humidity hit you like a wall. A tiny bead of sweat rolled over your skin as she ground your whole body into the sweat-slick crease of her armpit. The heady scent of her body musk flooded your senses, making you dizzy. Coarse silver hairs rubbed your skin raw.

She adjust herself, giving a little wriggle of her arm and smearing you around in her sweat. She raised her arm higher, folding it across her body to trap you tightly underpit as she began walking. Each sway of her wide hips jostled you around, bumping you into her sweat-slick skin. Your lungs burned as the humid air grew thinner.

Forcing her arm down further between her breasts, she plopped back onto the couch, spreading her thighs wide and planting her elbows on her knees. The pressure increased tenfold as her body weight crushed you deeper into her underarm crease.

You kicked and flailed uselessly, but it was no good. She simply huffed and pressed down harder, until your face was fully matted in her sweat-soaked pit hair. The musk was suffocating, filling your nose and coating your tongue. Blackness crept in at the edges of your vision.

Your struggles grew weaker as the heat and lack of air began to take their toll. Just before you blacked out, you saw her face above you, eyes dark with sadistic pleasure, a trickle of sweat rolling down her temple.

Then, nothing.

She kept you crushed under her arm for a long time after you stopped twitching, grinding you in her sweat and pit hair in a sort of bored, meditative manner as she flipped through channels. Finally, she pulled you out with a wet squelch, rolling your lifeless body between her fingers.

Bringing you up to her unimpressed face one last time. She flicked you carelessly onto the coffee table, where you landed with a tiny thud on the glass coffee table.

Rising from your couch, she stretched languidly, arm pits dark with sweat and streaked with your own blood. Without sparing you another glance, she sauntered out of the room, leaving your broken, lifeless body to lay cooling amidst the detritus of your own living room.