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"Oh, what does this do?"

"Dale, don't! Wait, you're going to make it--"

Snapppppp, crack. Gurgle.

Somehow, Dale had tripped the mouse trap that Gadget had been working on. In her desperation to stop him from being hurt, she'd sprang forward and attempted to keep the lever from triggering... and found herself with the metal bar firmly pressed against her neck, and her airway constricted. She grunted, attempting to draw in breath to tell Dale to help her, but she couldn't. The bar was stealing away her breath, her life... and Gadget couldn't manage to speak over the press of it on her throat.

Surely... surely Dale would help her, anyway? Her eyes sprang wildly to the chipmunk who was staring at her in her prone state as though he'd just come across his Christmas present early. He stepped forward, his hand coming forward slowly to grab Gadget's breast. With her arms pinned beneath the trap and her throat nearly crushed, she couldn't tell him to stop.

Apparently, that was a go-ahead enough for him. A lewd grin spread his features and he quickly tugged his shirt up and over his head. "I've been waiting to do this forever, Gadget!" Dale's voice was full of excitement, but the lower purr of arousal couldn't be mistaken. She couldn't believe it -- he was going to do something like this while she was choking? While she was dying?

He looked as though it was the most fortunate thing he'd stumbled upon.

His eyes shifted to focus on Gadget, on the way that her body wriggled and writhed beneath the trap that held her down -- there was no way for her to push it up, as much as she tried. Her arms didn't have the strength or leverage, and Dale quickly advanced on her with that same lewd, perverted grin.

"You're so pretty, Gadget!"His exclamation was so full of enthusiasm, so full of innocence. It was almost as though he didn't realize that she was slowly choking to death, trapped beneath the weight of the trap that he'd sprung. He clearly didn't know, or didn't care, because he advanced upon her with that grin still spread across his features, and he seized her jerking, twitching legs and hoisted her up until her legs were in the air and spread wide. Her cunt was moist, though not from arousal. Perhaps it was desperation, or perhaps it was simply her body attempting to do anything and everything that it could in order to save itself.

It just didn't realize that it was dealing with a complete idiot who neither knew nor cared that something terrible was happening.

"Awe, Gadget!" Dale cried her name out, and then he was shifting his body forward. His cock was already hard and throbbing from the sight of her open legs, and the fact that she wasn't running away from him or telling him to stop.

Of course, she was - the words simply wouldn't come from her closing and crushed throat. She couldn't breathe; she couldn't manage to wheeze the air in through her collapsed throat.

Dale's grip on Gadget's thighs was firm, and when he thrust forward, a silent scream ripped an 'oh' across her features. The chipmunk met resistance, and painted his prick crimson with her innocence, though he knew no difference. She was hot, tight, wet, and she felt better than anything that he'd ever experienced before so that a low grunt of pleasure poured from his throat, and the sweet stink of his musk and her fluids and blood mingled in the air like an aphrodisiac for him.

He pulled his hips back and thrust again, without mercy or regard for how it might have made Gadget feel. She was squirming desperately beneath him now, her entire body rocking and working with motion; he thought that it was in approval of her actions, that she was simply reacting to his motion.

It was a vain and desperate attempt at escape that was getting her nowhere. Each motion pushed more air from her lungs, and each escaped breath was one that she couldn't take back.

She didn't have many left.

Dale didn't have much concentration left, either. His body was rocking and bucking, rutting against Gadget with such exuberance that the trap was scooting across the floor a slow centimeter at a time with each motion of his hips.

Gadget's eyes were rolling in her head now -- the pain in her throat was comparable to the pain in her cunt, agony from the way that Dale was pounding his cock into her with no idea as to what he was doing, no idea as to the pain he was causing.

It hardly mattered anymore, though, because Gadget's vision was beginning to wink in and out, darkness eating away at the edge in an almost welcome sensation. It was odd, but she wasn't sure if she preferred the sweet, sucking sensation of unconsciousness that could and probably would lead to death to the fact that one of her friends, someone who she'd thought cared about her was raping her while she suffocated slowly.

The wet, squelching sound of Dale's hips thrusting was loud, punctuated by the sound of Gadget's heart throbbing and attempting to beat blood that had no oxygen in it through her veins.

It wasn't enough.

Everything was black.

Her body continued to jerk violently, but her struggling had stopped -- her limbs held limp... and her eyes were wide and staring.

Dale either didn't notice, or he simply didn't care. His grunts had become louder, his hips were working harder and faster... and he came with a shouted scream of Gadget's name, his cum spattering into her cunt, all over her pussy and against her torso that wasn't moving.

He continued to buck and thrust wildly inside of her until his squeezing, aching testicles had emptied their load... and then he collapsed down against her, letting his lips press against her neck without noticing the lack of pulse there. A grin had spread his lips, and he attempted to catch his breath long enough to speak aloud. "Awe, Gadget, that was perfect." Though, he could already feel his cock getting hard again from being pressed so close to her, and he grinned down at her shocked expression for a moment before righting himself and shifting her hips further upward so he could press himself against her tight asshole this time.

"Wanna do it again?" He was already shifting his body and thrusting against the hole of her ass anyway.

But Gadget couldn't answer him.

"Wow!" He exclaimed, and Dale's hips struggled to work against the ring of muscle that kept the spoils of her gut hidden away from him. He held her legs tighter, finally swiping his hand against her cunt and coming away with blood and cum. "This should help, huh Gadget?"

He brought his slicked hand down and shoved his fingers into her unmoving body, digits slicked and forcing her open so that when he thrust his cock against her ass again, he slid in.

"Feels good, doesn't it? Just tell me when you're too tired, otherwise, I don't think I'll be able to stop!" And Dale counted his fortune again, because she didn't tell him to stop, and he started to fuck her ass with wild abandon, completely unaware of the fact that her eyes had started to glaze over and go flat, and that the word, "Stop" had died in her chest with her last breath. Dale would have all afternoon with her, and all the days after as well, for as long as he could possibly desire.