A hanging party

A hanging party

Anne had thought that this was no more than just a sexy fantasy. But now she got the creeps. It seemed May really had weird tastes. She had just announced to her that she had invited a few woman friends. To join in. “To join?” she had asked rather stupefied. But she had been unable to protest. The reason was her rather precarious predicament. She stood on a chair, dressed in May’s bathing robe, her hands tied firmly at her back, a rope, which was hanging from the ceiling, wrapped around her neck in a noose. All she could do was to try and keep her balance for fear of hanging himself. So it was too late to take exception to May’s startling disclosure. She silently scolded herself for agreeing to play the ‘victim’ in this breath-play game. She was no position to make amends.

Anne had clearly become sexually aroused when May put her in this helpless state, and consequently she had anticipated that they would have a wild erotic adventure. But while she heard her lover speak about those fiends, she realized that May had more in mind than having Anne just play a bit of gasping for her. What was this about her friends joining? What did she mean? She began to wonder if she would still enjoy this. It began to scare her.

She was still wondering when the bell rang.

Uncertainly she looked at May. “You’re not serious, are you?” she asked hesitatingly. “I mean with those friends… I’m supposed to play with you, right…? I mean swing for you. Only for you. And then we’d fuck, right? But with friends of yours… I mean… I didn’t count on that… you were not serious, when you said that, were you?”

“Oh, Anne,” May had answered, looking up at Anne on that chair with her  seductive smile, “You think I’m not serious? But, my dear, I’m very serious. This time I don’t want you to just dance for me on a rope. For a long time I’ve craved for something more spectacular, and let me tell you, the presence of my friends will make it really much more spectacular. And don’t you worry about them. These friends… well, they know already what I have in mind. I told them. They know about you, and what’s going to happen. I mean to you. I told them. They are all eager to join in. And I’m sure they will enjoy it. They have the same fascination as I have for hanging a naked beautiful woman like you. I do choose my friends with care, you know.” And after she’d finished that speech, she’d turned around and disappeared from the room. Anne was left standing alone in the room, on that stupid chair, helpless and without any possibility to move and protest. It began to feel a bit like… well… like she was a prisoner of sorts, May’s prisoner. But anyway, hadn’t that been the idea in the first place? But now doubts grew on her. Would she be forced to hang and dance for an audience? She listened with growing apprehension to May descending the stairs, and then to her opening the front door.

There seemed to be several women down there. Ann could hear merry chatter in the hallway and then on the stairs. Would they really be part of this fantasy? Had they come to watch her on this chair, still dressed in May’s bath robe, her hands shackled behind her, and unable to move her head out of the noose, that noose into which she had voluntary put herself, ready to gasp a little for May? But this was a bit too much to swallow, especially given the half excited state she had already worked herself in to. Below her bath-robe her shaved cunt had tingled when she had May put that noose around her neck and allowed May to bind her wrists behind her back. But now she was having second thoughts. She tried, but there was no way to free her hands.

The door opened and several attractive women with luscious breasts and hips stepped into the room. Anne felt horribly embarrassed, and was thankful for wearing May’s bathing gown. But then she realized that her awkward position was exactly what had aroused May and herself, what had made them both horny. She wasn’t so sure about her own feelings, but she realized that in the presence of these women May might indeed enjoy the scene even more.

The women were all elegantly dressed, as if during an evening at a theater.  Anne realized that her standing on the chair was indeed something of that kind. She was eagerly glared at, like an exciting actress on stage. To her dismay, however, May seemed to completely disregard her. In stead she walked around with a big tray, offering her friends glasses of wine and little goodies to eat.

However, those women friends were quite distracted by what they saw. They just kept staring at Anne on that chair. So May quickly took the initiative. Smiling broadly she invited her friends to closely watch ‘our prisoner’ as she now appeared to call Anne. Anne didn’t recognize any of these friends of her lover, knowing May not long enough to get acquainted with her social circles. However, she did actually become somewhat aroused by the attention of those gorgeous women. And they too clearly enjoyed the scene, looking up at her with delight shining in their yes. That much was obvious, even though they were at the same time munching mouthfuls and sipping wine, as if they were at a weird cocktail party.

But nevertheless soon the women had made themselves part of the game, acting almost nonchalantly when appraising her as their piece de resistance. She had to confess to herself that her being helpless on display like this, definitely aroused her in spite of herself. One of the women, a young thing with an enormous amount of blonde wavy hair, asked May if she was intending on keeping her dressed for the execution.

“Execution…??!!!” Anne gasped for air. This was getting a bit too freaky.
“Oh no! Of course not” May laughed. “She wears my bathing gown now, but only because I thought she should be dressed decently for the trial.”

Now Anne listened with mounting concern. “Trial..? What trial?” This game became weirder and weirder. Her arousal began to hesitate.

“OK,” the blonde woman said, “but still… I mean I look forward to enjoy watching the cunt swing for us.” And without her being able to protest she calmly opened Anne’s gown, revealing her big perky breasts and fine bald cunt for all to see. Anne groaned as she felt her stomach cramp. “That’s quite a good piece,” the woman said. She extended her hand and briefly caressed Anne’s cunt, then crudely grabbed a breast. Anne panicked as she yanked back her hips and jerked at her bound hands. She could barely keep her balance anxious to fall. The woman now kneaded both breast, as if wanting to satisfy herself that they were indeed natural ones. Which they were. “Oh my God!” Anne thought as she realized that her nipples began to harden under the unwanted attention of those agile fingers. She began to sway dangerously on her chair.

But May intervened. “Leave her, Carla,” she briskly said. You’ll soon be able to enjoy watching her naked, don’t be impatient. First we have a trial to perform.” And with that she pulled the dress back to cover Anne’s nakedness, briefly patting her round bottom below the wooly material. It calmed Anne a little. She still trusted May.

From her high stance now Anne heard the women chatter about what they had just seen. They discussed her bald slit, speculated about her firm thighs, her very female breasts with their large nipples, and about what the rest of her small figure looked like. And of course they excitedly inspected her small female hands, bound together so nicely behind her back. And all the while they kept putting those little caviar toasts in their mouths and sipped from the glasses that May took care to keep filled.

Suddenly May clapped in her hands and called upon her friends to listen. “It’s time for her trial,” she said with radiant eyes. She produced a piece of paper that Anne suddenly recognized as her signed ‘confession’, the description of her own lewd fantasies as she had told them to May. It had been part of their game. She had depicted herself as a very naughty lesbian, seducing girls and women in numbers. May had liked that. She had scribbled down her words on paper, adding several details her self. And Anne had let her. Of course she had. May loved to write down sexual fantasies. To amuse herself when alone, she had said. And that too had excited Anne.

But now, when May held the paper high in the air, it caused her alarm.
To Anne’s utter consternation, May now began to read in a loud voice. Mortified, Anne tried to make her stop this humiliating performance. All those lesbian fantasies of hers about bedding girls and ladies, were read out in full detail and full blast. She began yelling from her chair at May. This was a breach of intimacy, a breach of trust. How could she do this? She had no right…

But May just smiled at her with a cruel glitch in her eyes and went on, the other women listening to her with fascination. When she was finally done reading out all those fantasized misbehaviors, she looked up at Anne, who had become pale as white snow. Then May asked if she wanted to add something. “A commentary may be? Something in her defense?” But Anne could do nothing but look horribly embarrassed. Had she been alone with May, this reading would have been very erotic, and she might have become sexually hyped by May reciting those vices. It would have been a sexy game. It should have been. But here, with those other women around listening with blushed agitated faces to her fantasies, she was dumbfounded. She stammered something again about trust and betrayal, but she also realized that she could still do nothing, given her perilous position.

May remained silent in response to her blabbering. She just looked at Anne again with that attractive smile of hers, the one that never failed to bewitch her. But finally she said that since ‘our prisoner’ had noting worthwhile to say, the jury, here present, would now judge her for her crimes against women.

And that was what they did. They discussed and discussed. Red faced. And from what Anne heard them say she realized that they could not get enough of her vile thoughts. So not quite surprisingly they ended their discussions in excited unanimous agreement. They judged her guilty. “Fantasy or reality,” they said to her, “it was all the same, and sickening lesbian of course. So she deserved the most severe punishment they could mete out. Anne knew she should not expect much leniency. They seemed to mean business. But still, when it came their verdict frightened her.

All thumbs went down.

“She must die!” they shouted in diverse voices. “We want her to die!”

Anne was shocked.

But then May quietly confirmed to Anne her friend’s verdict. She told Anne on her chair what it meant: she was going to be hanged to death in front of their eyes. No game. She was to really die, for their pleasure.

Anne could not believe her ears.

The women seemed very much aroused by the prospect, and cheered enthusiastically. It was obvious that, if it came to this, they would enjoy watching her lose her life in all its glorious and humiliating detail.

“I’m sorry for you, but that’s settled then, darling,” May concluded with that wicked smile again, once more patting Anne’s buttocks. “I don’t know if you really believe it, but you better do. You see, my dear, we’re not playing games with you. Not any more. I’ve always wanted to watch you hang naked until you die. So this time I’ll take care to see you depart from this world. And to the best of our enjoyment.”

Silence. Nobody spoke a word. Anne’s heart boomed noisily in her ears. “No game?” she thought. “Death?” It was hard to believe that May and these yelling and happy females were serious. Actually she was rather sure they were not.

But she was badly mistaken. After another long silence May once more solemnly repeated what she had already said. “I assume,” she said, “that you still refuse to believe what you heard, Anne, but we are more serious than you think. It’s over for you, my dear. We’re really going to hang you to death. That’s our punishment for those fucking fantasies of yours.”

The serous tone of May’s voice, together with her malicious smile, made Anne panic. But she still found it hard to believe. This could not be serious. This was not the May she knew. A little cruelty on May’s part had always been part of the erotic trips they had enjoyed together, and they had both liked that. But now May seemed to be overdoing things and appeared more vicious than Anne had imagined possible. Gagging herself was one thing, even before an audience, even naked. But dying? What if they really were serious? Fright engulfed Anne’s mind.

Then, to her astonishment she saw how May embraced one of her friends, a fine specimen with dark sparkling eyes and long black hair. They fell into each other’s arms and kissed each other for a long time on the mouth. A shiver of jealousy tore through Anne’s mind, although her nipples stiffened again at the sight. “Oh,” she heard May say to her friend, “I’m so horny. I’ can’t wait to see her die.”

Those words really flabbergasted Anne more than what she had heard before. She saw roused women all around her, several of whom were fondling each other. It was quite erotic actually, even though she himself was in a helpless situation. “Or maybe because of it,” she dared to confess to herself. But then doubt about her own role in this overtook her growing arousal, and dread gripped her. “May…” she stammered, “this is not funny any more. Get me off this chair. I’m through with this game. I want to feel your breasts, to kiss you.”

“Sorry love,” one of the women took over, “We told you. That’s not our intention. You are going to die. That’s the whole point of you being hanged. That’s what we came here for to watch: seeing you fight, hanging in that noose until you perish.”

“And naked of course,” someone shouted. And other voices yelled: “Yes naked… fully naked… of course naked!”

Anne swallowed hard. In a hoarse voice she said: “It’s not fair May. You set me up… May… You set me up didn’t you?”

Once again May smiled wickedly back at Anne. “Yes dear, right you are. I’ve always wanted to do this so much. You’re really going to amuse me, us I mean, dancing naked in the air as long as your life lasts, with that noose closing your tender throat.

“But May, you can’t do this…” Anne was now pleading. “it is… betrayal… Jesus.… you’re not really going to kill me… are you?”

“Oh, we are, Anne,” May retorted and it frightened Anne to notice the thrill in her voice. Finally succumbing to her fear she yelled: “You can’t do that. You can’t kill me! It would be murder!”

“That’s no worry for you.” May said, “You see, those confessions of yours, they do bear your signature, don’t they? She held the paper up to her, from which she had just read those shameful fantasies. “Well, I wrote it all down,” she continued, “I chose the words and you signed, Anne, you signed it yourself. As such it can be read as a suicide letter. That’s why I needed your signature. And you gave it without hesitation, intoxicated as you were with the promise of a good fuck with me. So you signed your own death warrant, you see? If there ever is an inquiry I’ll take care that it will be judged a self accusing suicide.”

It took a while before those words sank in. They sounded alarmingly serious. Were they really going to kill her, hang her to death as punishment for those lewd fantasies? She still could not believe it, but nevertheless, her mind remained in terror mode.

“Okay then Anne,” May said, “Let’s begin. First we should get rid of that ugly bathrobe. You should die naked, remember? I promised that to myself and I promised it to my friends. We all want you to be nude and thrashing like a baby when you die!”

There was enthusiastic applause from the ladies as May proceeded with sharp scissors to slowly shred her own bathing gown, which up till now had shielded Anne’s beautiful female body from the prying eyes around her. And Anne could not make May stop with those bound hands of hers and her imprisoned head. All she could do was tremble in horrid disgrace and jerk at her bound hands.

As the garment finally fell off, she stood there completely naked on the chair in front of those leering and shouting women.  Including May, they were all clearly celebrating what they saw.

And Anne? She had no other option than to keep displaying her naked body with its glorious breasts and what she realized were her still swollen nipples. She felt as if she was already dying of horrible shame.

“Please May” she managed to stammer, hardly able to speak, “Tell me this is all still a game? Please!”

“Sorry darling,” May said mercilessly, “No way! You’ve been given a death sentence. You’re going to die nicely for us, hanging from that rope by that delicate neck of yours. And we will all watch you go and enjoy it very much.”

“But May…” Anne now cried out in despair, “May, please… we were supposed to be playing, weren’t we?! Please, May… I love you… please don’t do this to me… Get me off this chair… enough is enough… please let me go…” Anne’s voce faltered and became pleading once again. “May…. no… you can’t be doing this, let me down now. You had your pleasure goddammit!” And in full view of her audience tears broke from her eyes and she felt her arousal disappear, like snow melting for the sun.

The women laughed. No one showed any form of compassion. To the contrary, they all giggled happily and made cruel remarks about her naked helplessness. One woman violently whacked her breasts. She groaned in pain and swayed on her chair, feeling the rope bite her neck dangerously. Soon more female hands were probing her body. They caressed her cunt and kneaded her breasts and belly, with the result that, against her will, the folds below her feminine hill started to swell. Soon not only fingers, but also wet tongues explored them. They were tasting her, her sexual moisture and her sweat, which had started to flow in drops down her trunk. But the noose did not allow her to lower her head enough to properly see what these women were doing. All she could do was to endure. She felt hands grabbing her body and playing with her nipples. Her buttocks were spread to reveal her ass hole, fingers eagerly probing inside. Other hands caressed her chest, scratching her skin with sharp nails, hurting her breasts. And her loins and sexy quivering thighs were not forgotten. They got kneaded firmly. Anne felt as if her flesh was tested for tenderness by a group of sadistic sluts. Which was basically the case indeed. Had she not been standing naked on a chair, her hands helplessly bound behind her and her head constrained by this horrible noose, she would have sunk into the ground from pure shame and embarrassment.

While this was going on, and to cheers and jeers of her tormenters, Anne suddenly felt the chair shift below her feet. She tried to maintain her balance and correct her stance. She jerked her head inside the noose, and fought in panic at the rope around her wrists. They were not really hanging her… were they…?!!

Suddenly all hands, fingers and tongues were gone, and in thundering silence the chair was completely pulled away from under her….

Her body dropped heavily. In a fraction of a second the noose around her throat constricted and tightened, causing horrid pain, and cutting off her breathing air. She started squirming and trashing frantically. The women around her jubilated: “She’s going… she’s going…!!”

The voices became even louder and more excited as Anne, gurgling, kicked her legs wildly in the air, her hair waving beautifully around her head, her breasts swaying like personal flags, her juicy thighs trampling in the air. The blood trapped inside her head seemed to burst out. Her mouth gaped like a fish on dry land. She could not draw a single breath. All she could do was open her eyes wide and keep thrashing ferociously, seeking in vain solid ground under her feet.

For many minutes the whole audience, including her own May, watched excitedly as she continued to violently kick air with her whole body, her tongue protruding in compulsory but vain attempts to suck air into her lungs.

Anne frantically rolled her slowly bulging eyes to try and see the women, who laughed so happily, point at her crotch, which seemed to have a life of its own. She couldn’t hear what they were saying because of the pounding in her ears, but she could easily guess. The constriction of her throat had a terrible effect on her cunt. It swelled to unprecedented levels and began to leak a few drops of moisture, as if to prove she was still able to show the ladies how sexy she was.

The noose kept tightening and tightening. Anne’s neck and head hurt horribly. Then there was a soft cracking sound in her ears and her jerking legs suddenly grew heavy, more difficult to move. Her toes, still trembling weakly, tried to find the floor, but of course they did not. The weight of her twitching body made the rope clamp her neck even further. And to top her agony, her cunt suddenly sprayed a thick gush of yellow piss, which clattered on the ground below her.

When that petered out and no more piss departed from her, Anne could slowly feel herself beginning to black out while still desperately fighting for air with her swollen purpled lips. A rasping gurgle made it self heard and a dribble of bubbling froth leaked from a corner of her open mouth. Fleetingly she thought that this somehow had still to be a game. She could not believe she would die. They would catch her, save her.

She tried to move her eyeballs, but could only see the ceiling with that straight rope attached to it. Were was May? Among those ecstatically laughing and yelling women below her? “Oh God, May, where are you?!” she thought feverishly. “Don’t let me die!”

Again hands covered her body. She could not help it, but among cheers from the whipped up audience, her loins lunged forward. Everybody laughed as she started pumping her cunt into empty air. A senseless fucking reflex. For a moment cries and whistles from the excited women broke through the fumes forming inside her head. “Why are they doing this?” her mind screamed. But what she heard were only laughing and yelling voices, mocking her swaying body.

Then it happened! Her hips jolted forward further than ever, and her whole abdomen contracted in a huge spasm. A final convulsion and an overpowering orgasm drowned her.

“She came! Look, she came! She just came!” voices below her jubilated one over the other. “Oh boy, that’s so bloody exciting” someone screamed. And several women exclaimed: “I just came too… I just came… me too… Oh God… that’s incredible…!”

Although Anne now was barely conscious, she still clung desperately onto the hope that May would let her down. Hadn’t Anne not learned her lesson? Hadn’t she been humiliated enough? And hadn’t May gotten more than her fun, the fun she had wanted so much? Anne’s mind blurred completely. She could not see May, but she must be standing somewhere watching her hanging, naked body with its bulging eyes and wet glistening cunt. In her mind’s eye she saw her twisted sadistic smile, with one hand rubbing her flesh, the other embracing her friend.

There was another cracking sound now, and with a last big shiver Anne’s hanging body slumped and became limp, almost lifeless. Her face had become deep purple from the constricting rope, and her naked body rotated slowly before her jubilant and enthusiastic audience. Only her bound hands still weakly jittered behind her back.

‘Please hurry May!’ was all she could think with the thick red blanket covering her mind. Her brain was going to explode. ‘Hurry! Hurry now…!’

She couldn’t breathe, the noose around her throat had closed off her throat completely, stopping any air in her windpipe.

A loud snapping noise.

He suddenly hung heavy. Even the powerless trembling of her bound hands and feet wholly stopped.

Thus she experienced the final humiliating agonies of a public strangulation, nude and in front of sexually ecstatic women. Was May amongst them? Normal thinking was now impossible. Only vague images of May swam through her mind. She began to see gray. Still she attempted to say something. But of course nothing came from her salivating mouth. Someone, May, or whoever, gave her big nipples a sudden vicious twist making her cunt, still grotesquely tumescent, eject a last drop of piss. Her face swollen and dark blue now, Anne could only grimace in pain, drool pouring from her outspread lips.

That was it. The women were mad from excitement and ecstatic lust. Although she could now barely sense their touch, many hands caressed her again, kneading her wet femininity and stroking her all over her small naked frame, hanging like meat before them. Her last vision was a dark tunnel ending far away in a bright shimmering light. Were they photographing her death, or what? She clung to the last sounds that reached her ears before everything went…. cries… intermittent grunts… occasional yells... sopping female flesh… sounds of…

“Oh my girl, are you wet!” May exclaimed when Anne opened her eyes waking up with a start their bed. Her cunt was soaked with sexual fluids, and that was no surprise, given May’s lovely body stretching fully over her. “Were you dreaming again your dirty dreams?” May laughed, “It’s so nice to make you come while you are still sleepy. It’s only a pity you haven’t waited until I sat on you.” With both hands she began to smear the sex-juices over Anne’s belly, over her pussy and between her thighs. May loved ‘washing’ Anne like that, like a baby. Anne didn’t protest. She loved May’s hands. She loved May’s body, those hips, those breasts, those hands.

“You are a naughty girl, you know, cumming so easily,” May teased and she added: “Maybe I should hang you by your throat in a noose… That would be a proper penalty… don’t you think my dear?”