Ever since her first experience with the noose, the petite girl was hooked on the thrill and rush. No one else would have ever guessed what was going on in her head. Her life hadn't changed much since then, she was still in the pew every week, she still dressed modestly even by conservative standards, didn't really date, and seemed awkward at every passing mention of sex.
But I knew she couldn't get that hanging out of her mind. Since she first submitted to me and gave in to her secret desires, she discovered a whole new world of existence. One where she could swing by her neck.
The next time we had some fun was one week at church when we happened to pass in an empty hall and her eyes gave away the sinful thoughts she was thinking. As we met I blocked her path and forced her against a wall. My body nearly touching hers. I told her that she needed to swing again. She kind of gulped and nodded... her cheeks turning bright red and I caught a little tremble in her knees. I told her to meet me at the attic when the sermon started. I knew that time would give us at least an hour to play and no one else would be walking around.
At the appropriate time, she knocked at the attic door and I let her in. The nice thing about that door is that it could be locked form the inside and even with a key, it could not be opened. The attic was a simply finished narrow room that stood over some of the classrooms and was used to store all manner of stuff... mostly special event stuff that was only needed once or twice a year. It was secluded and few people ever came up as is. And no one could get in or see what was going on. it was kind of perfect for this type of activity.
She was wearing a summer dress that showed off a little shoulder and calf but not much else. The rest of the clothing hugged her body without being too tight and framed her breasts nicely. It being arm, she wore sandals and looked quite cute all together.
She was blushing when I opened the door for her and asked if anyone had seen her leave or where she went. She said that she was sure no one would come looking for her. I pushed her face first against a wall in that old police style arrest position. Her breasts squeezed against her and the wall as I pulled her hands behind her back. Her wrists were bound securely with some duct tape that was handy and she was helpless.
I reached up under her dress and caught her panties and pulled them down to the floor and had her to step out of them. I picked them up and held them up to her face and told her to open her mouth. Her face flashed a look of disgust then arousal as the thought of tasting herself caught on and continued to make her pussy even wetter than it spread was... as evidenced by the dampness already very present on the underwear. The panties went into her mouth and a piece of cloth used for a costume belt kept it in place. She looked very cute with her mind totally on the new flavors invading her mouth.
I pulled her body into mine and squeezed her breasts through her dress. They were as nice and firm as I remembered and my cock strained at my trousers. She make muffled moans as my fingers touched and caressed her sensitive areas. I bent her over a small table and lifted her skirt up over her and exposed her small but round ass. She squealed and jumped a little when I slapped it the first time. Looking back at me as if to ask if I meant to do that... I did. I hit her ass several more times.... she was now just whimpering with each strike and moaning when my fingers rubbed her pussy in between slaps. Her ass was bright red before I stopped. I grabbed her hair and pulled her back upright and whispered to her that I wanted her to think of this when she went back to sit in that pew.
"Time to hang." I hissed at her and I felt her body shudder. I had already set up where she would dangle. An exposed beam with several hooks for hanging supplies would be repurposed to hang this pretty girl. I had found some stretchy fabric and tied one end in a loop then over the hook and to a beam. Under that I had put a small foot stool. I pushed her up the several inches onto the stool and looped the fabric over her head and around her neck. Pulling her hair free I stepped away and took out the slack till it stretched just a little and her head was turned to the side. I could see the pressure on her neck and new that it was just right. I tied my improvised noose off and stepped back to admire her.
She was still for all intents and purposes fully dressed and at first glance she was just a girl. The bright fabric around her neck, the gag revealing small glimpses of her panties. Then the distinct look of a girl who's hands are tied behind her back. It was all in all a very sexy sight. I took out my phone and snapped a picture of her. She muffled protests into the gag and I joked that I would be sure to send her a copy and not to worry. "You've got bigger things to worry about right now." I said and gestured to the noose. That seemed to bring her back to the reality and she blushed again.
"Do you think you can cum for me when you hang?" I asked as my hand once again went up her leg and touched her soaking pussy. She moaned and her body shook. She nodded sheepishly. I doubt she'd ever thought of the word "cum" in this context before and the idea made her feel like a slut.... but it was turning her on like she never thought possible.
I let her loose herself in the sinful thoughts flooding her mind. Then I brought her back with a sharp kick to the stool sending it flying away behind her and her body falling towards the floor. Her eyes were wide as she dropped the few inches and her body tilted before the noose brought her back upright and he feet traveled the few inches to reach the floor. I would have estimated that she was hanging on about a third of her body weight. Plenty to ensure a good strangle but not enough to suspend her. Her neck stretched taught as her feet immediately went to her toes to try and lessen the strain. Her muffled shriek was cut off and a quiet gurgle took it's place.
She stood there for a moment and gently squirmed as there was no immediate pain and the need for air hadn't set in. In these few seconds, I sat on a small couch facing her and stroked my cock in full view of her. I saw her eyes roll back a little and she gurgled more intensely and I could tell she was cumming.
In short order, her struggles became more pronounced as the asphyxiation set in. Her chest started heaving trying to get air. Her neck wasn't totally closed off but what little air she got only prolonged her agony. Her legs started lifting up one after the other trying to step on something that wasn't there. Her head tried to move against the tight fabric at her throat and her face changed from fear and pleasure to fear and panic. Her arms tried to get around in front of her but really only succeeded in pushing her breasts out in front of her.... which was a very sexy sight looking like she was offering them to me.
She continued to struggle till her movements became more of jerks and writhing than concentrated effort. The last ditch effort of her body to get some air was as pathetic as it was sexy with her eyes staring at my cock as I stroked it in front of her. I noticed a little drop of drool leave her lip and soak into the fabric covering her breasts. At the same time I noticed a drip making it's way down the inside of one of her legs.... evidence of the strength of her orgasm. She stiffened for a moment, her eyes rolled back, and her knees gave way. She slumped and I quickly undid the fabric to let her down.
I removed the gag and her panties.... which were now quite soaked with her saliva. and removed the cloth noose from around her neck. She twitched several times before waking up with a start.... the fear and panic of her last conscious moments still there on her expression. She lay there with her chest heaving and her dress hiked up showing the wetness that had washed between her legs. As she recovered, I wrapped her panties around my still hard cock and finished the job.... spraying my cum all over them. I tucked them barely into the top fabric at her cleavage. I reached down and cut the tape from her wrists. I turned to leave.
"Good little girls like you don't go walking around without panties so you had better put those back on when I leave. I'll see you at benediction."
