Sandy had never been more excited in her life. Which would seem strange to most people, given the situation she was in. Sandy was standing naked on a small stool in a cabin in the forest miles from the nearest neighbor. Lit only by a paraffin lamp, the room was bathed in flickering, orange light.
She was wearing her favorite red hooker pumps, a black penis gag and a noose, lovingly crafted from soft, white rope by her boyfriend Ben. Via a hook in the low wooden ceiling the noose was fastened to a door handle behind Sandy's back. Sandy's arms were tied together at her back with the same kind of rope - her favorite.
The rope was taut, which forced Sandy to stand completely still in her pumps. If she moved an inch, she would struggle to breathe. If she stepped off she would hang. Her feet would only be inches above the floor, but might as well be light years away. She would hang all the same, her windpipe would be cut off by the rope and she would die within minutes.
Most people would do anything to avoid such a situation. And if they found themselves in it, they would struggle to free themselves, panic and probably hang themselves accidentally. But not Sandy. She was standing perfectly still, enjoying her predicament. There was nothing she could do until Ben returned but think sexy thoughts and relish in the hint of a breeze that tickled her nipples. It was easy to think sexy thoughts about Ben. She had met him in an online forum for kinksters, and they had soon bonded in their passion for bondage and breath games, especially hanging. Sandy had to work up her courage to meet Ben in person, but when she finally did they hit it off at once. A glass of wine turned into two, and then an invitation to Ben's place.
She still remembered every step she took from the bar and to his home in a fifth floor loft apartment. She trembled at the memory of him gently removing her clothes until she was naked in from of him, of her turning her back and offering her hands to be tied.
Ben had rope bondage experience from a previous relationship with a professional dominatrix, and it showed. In minutes she was completely immobilized, yet comfortable and relaxed. He exuded confidence and trust, that all-important quality in a dominant partner. She suddenly remembered that she hadn't made that safety call to a friend of hers, and had even switched off her phone. Nobody knew where she was right now, and for all she knew Ben could be a serial killer.If that was the case, he was a hot one. Ben entered the room as naked as she was, which showed off his tanned and toned body. Sandy could not take her eyes off his cock, which was rising as he walked towards her. It was magnificent; long and thick, angled upwards with a big red head. At the very tip a drop of precum glinted in the soft light.
"On your knees," Ben commanded, and she obeyed without a word.
Gently he opened her mouth and pushed his member inside her. She felt the salty tang of his member on her tongue, then sensed the head butting against the back of her neck. And then, without warning, a quick thrust that gave Sandy her first taste of deep throat. His dick was blocking her windpipe, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.
Her immediate response was panic, which quickly turned into a quite different reaction. Her crotch was tingling with excitement, and on her small, firm tits her nipples proudly protruded. 'Shut up, brain!' she thought to herself. He pulled out, and she coughed and gasped for air. Then he repeated the exercise, and this time Sandy was prepared. She embraced the danger and the helplessness, and felt her cunt swell in anticipation.
She could sense that his excitement was growing too, he pumped her harder and faster, his cock sliding in and out of her head like a piston in an engine. His breathing turned into short, sexy grunts and then a long moan as he came. His dick was halfway inside her, and Sandy could feel every spurt of the huge load that flooded her mouth.
He pulled out slowly, turned her face towards his and said firmly, but gently: "Drink, girl. Drink every drop."
And she did. She had tasted cum before, but never like this - and never this much. She had watched enough porn to know what she had to do next. She opened her mouth, gargled the sperm and then moved it around with her tongue before swallowing it in one big gulp.
"My god," she said. "You're for real!"
"I am, my sweet. And now you will discover the reality behind the fantasies you've had for all these years."
He carried her to the gallows, where a rope with a noose at the end was waiting for her. He lowered her gently to the floor. Before she knew it, the rope was around her neck, with the knot behind her left ear. Ben grabbed the other end of the rope and started pulling on it.
She could feel the noose tighten, and lifted herself onto her toes. He pulled a bit more. Sandy couldn't go higher, and the noose bit into her neck.
Another little pull, and her slender neck was squeezed together just beneath her jaw. Now it was beginning to hurt, but she did not protest. Instead, she found herself engulfed by a spine-tingling sense of excitement. "Please, sir," she croaked. "I want to come!"
Ben smiled. "All in good time, my girl. Now let's check you out." He tied the rope to the vertical pole of the gallows and got down on his knees in front of her.
It was hard for her to look down, but she could feel his fingers pulling her labia apart. His tongue followed, and worked itself upwards towards her clit.
She started to moan and thrust her hips towards him. He grabbed her butt cheeks and pushed his face into her crotch while his tongue did its work. Sandy could feel herself heading for a climax - and then he stopped! He got up and pulled on the rope again. Just a little bit, but enough for Sandy to lose contact with the floor. Now this was painful, she felt a ring of fire from beneath her jaw to the back of her neck.
And then her air was cut off again. She tried to breathe in or out, but it was impossible. Full stop. She frantically tried to reach the floor, but her feet found only empty air.
As soon as it started it was over. He lowered her to the floor, and caught her as she collapsed with exhaustion. As he loosened the noose she was able to breathe again, and found herself on her back, on his bed.
He was hard again, and slid into her sopping wet cunt like a warm knife through butter. Sandy was normally not big on vaginal orgasms, but this time was different. Her whole lower body felt electric, like one massive erogenous zone.
His hands on her thighs brought her close to coming. Two quick thrusts did the job - with a loud scream of joy Sandy came as she had never come before. She felt her cunt spasming and clutching his dick, trying to pull the cum out of him. Shaking and twisting, she saw him climax a few minutes later. Warm sperm filled her, and she closed her eyes feeling more content than ever before. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
They had been a pair since that epic night, and had pushed the limits of their kink ever farther. They had talked about doing a scene in the woods for a few months before finally taking the plunge, booking a holiday home and making all the necessary preparations. Together they had prepared the scene, then Ben had tied her and put the noose around her neck, before she stepped onto the stool.
The concept was simple enough: Ben would leave her alone and drive to the nearest village and back. That would leave at least two hours for her to stand there by herself, fantasizing and getting ready to be hanged and fucked by the love of her life. The whole point of the scene was anticipation: For each passing minute, Sandy's craving for cock would grow. When Ben returned she would be a bomb ready to go off at the lightest touch.
Her sexy reveries were brutally broken by a sharp noise. Someone was tapping on the window. She carefully turned her head, but was unable to see who it was. Her mind raced. Why would Ben do this? To scare her? Maybe it wasn't Ben, but somebody else? Had they seen her in the dark? Would they -
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. She knew that Ben had promised to lock the door, but she also knew that he often forgot simple things like that. Her heart fell when she saw a strange man enter.
Even in the low light, she could see that he was up to no good. He was of average height, balding, dressed in hunter's gear and was carrying a rifle.
When he saw her he let out a cry of surprise. "Oh wow! Are you all right, lady? Can I - " He stopped mid sentence when he caught on to what he was seeing. Sandy knew she was pretty. Her dark hair, pouting lips and firm tits had caught the eye of many a man. She had to keep herself slim to be able to stand the hanging, but despite countless hours in the gym she still had a generous ass.
"God, you..." he said. "I will get you down from there, and call the police for you. Don't worry, we'll..." He trailed off again as his eyes fell on the bed in the corner. Even in the low light he could see her lingerie all laid out. He saw the handcuffs and the dildo on the bedside table. Then he spotted her red pumps and a light bulb lit up over his head.
"Oh, is this one of those bondage thingys?" he said. "Some kind of weird sex game?"
She looked at him pleadingly and nodded.
He scoffed. "City folks!"
She tried to ask him to let her down, but the gag was too big and thick. Her words emerged as grunts and drool.
For a few seconds he seemed to have a silent discussion with himself, then he came to a conclusion. "Does this mean that you're not alone in this?"
She nodded.
"There's a boyfriend on the way, maybe?"
Nod.
"Is he close?"
Nod again. Please let this stop, Sandy thought. Just let me go!
He took a step towards her, then a step back, then finally made up his mind and moved up close. He stuck his thick, hairy index finger into her cunt. She cringed, but to him it felt like her cunt welcomed him. He started to stroke her body, let his hands slide up and down her thighs and butt.
"For sure, I did not know a noose could be so sexy," he said. "You're about the prettiest darn thing I've seen around these parts."
Suddenly, there was the sound of a car pulling up outside. Baldy sprang into action, got his rifle ready and hid in a dark corner.
Seconds later, Ben walked into the room. Sandy tried to warn him. He walked over to her, smiling. "Hey babe, did you miss me that much? Let me-"
"Don't move or I'll blow your brains out," Baldy said calmly and stepped out of the corner.
"Who are you?" demanded Ben. "You've got no right to be here!"
"I have the gun, mister, and you have the right to obey me. Take off your clothes - now."
Ben did as he was told. When he was ordered to cuff his hands behind his back, he did so obediently.
"Check mate, I think they call it," Baldy sniggered. "Now let's see..."
He untied the rope that held Sandy captive, and ordered her to step down. Then he removed the noose, and told Ben to come over. Soon, Ben had the noose around his neck and was standing on the stool while Baldy tightened the rope as best as he could.
"It's hard for me to breathe", Ben gasped.
"That's sort of the point, Einstein," Baldy replied.
"Please don't do this," Ben continued. "I promise we won't tell the police."
Baldy grabbed the lingerie from the bed and shoved Sandy's lacy black pants and pantyhose into Ben's mouth. Then he tied it all off with her bra. Ben looked at her, helpless and mute. She was now their only hope of salvation.
Baldy dragged Sandy over to the bed and pushed her down on her back.
"It's baby-making time, girlie", he panted as he pulled down his zipper. His dick popped out and sprang to action, and he plunged into Sandy's crotch with a deep groan.
She felt his thick cock slide into her cunt without any resistance. She had been so excited for such a long time that she was well and truly lubed up, a fact which Baldy enjoyed to the full.
"You're loving this, baby." He started to pump her like a bunny rabbit, faster and faster until he could hold it back no longer.
"Oh GOD you're hot!" he said as his hot, sticky sperm flooded her vagina. He pulled out and watched his handiwork with pride. Sandy was on her back, legs spread and cunt grey and glistening with fresh cum.
Baldy turned his attention to Ben again. "So how did you like that, Einstein?"Ben's muffled protestations didn't impress him. What did make his eyes go wide was the bulge in Ben's pants.
"Ho, ho, ho, what have we here?" Baldy laughed. He unbuttoned the pants and pulled them down, exposing Ben's erection in all its glory.
Baldy turned to Sandy. "Are you seeing this? Your boyfriend gets off on me raping you. Now that's my kind of pervert!" He gave Ben a friendly pat on the back.
"You know, my man? Most men, they would cry over their fat little wives being fucked like that. But you see this for what it is. A man has a holy duty to pump his fertile seed into any available woman. I just did what comes natural to my kind, and you respected me for it in the most honest way a man can. You've earned yourself a reward right there."
He walked over to Sandy, pulled her up on her feet and brought her over to Ben. He removed the penis gag, and Sandy felt the relief of finally being able to move her jaw again.
"Suck his dick," Baldy said.
Sandy, who was shocked by Ben's hardon, decided to do as he said. She moved her head backwards and forwards, letting the dick slide all the way to the bottom as usual. Ben made some noises that sounded apologetic, but it didn't matter to Sandy anymore. She just wanted it to be over.
Suddenly there was a loud noise, and Ben's body jerked violently.
Sandy stood up, and saw that Baldy had kicked the stool away. Ben was now hanging free, struggling for air, legs flailing in a pathetic attempt to find terra firma.
"Oooh, he likes this," Baldy shouted.
And he was right. Ben had the biggest erection Sandy had ever seen.
"Give your boyfriend a hanging blowjob, girlie, and I might put the chair back."
Sandy was crying now, shaking with fear, but she knew what she had to do. She sucked Ben, harder and faster than ever, and he seemed to respond. His bucking and kicking was growing weaker, but his cock was still rock hard. The veins on the member were bulging, looking as if they might burst at any moment. She could feel when it happened: His cock started to twitch and pulse, and seconds later his sperm gushed into her mouth.
"Drink it all," Baldy said. Do it and I'll release him."
She swallowed the semen, which was quickly followed by more liquid. Ben was pissing himself now, and her mouth was filling up again.
"Drink or he dies!"
She tried her best, she really did. She had never been one for water sports, but she drank every drop that came out of Ben's beautiful penis. When it finally stopped, Sandy stood up and looked at Baldy.
"I did it," she said. "Now let him down."
"I keep my promises," Baldy said.
Sandy took a step back and watched as Ben was lowered to the floor. As soon as she saw his face close up, she knew it was too late.
"Fuck you," she sobbed. "You killed him! You fucking monster!"
"I would say you killed him," Baldy replied. "You're the one who took ages to make him cum."
"You will fry for this," Sandy said. "I'll make sure -"
"No I won't," he said. "Here's what will actually happen. In about a minute, I will be fucking you in the ass. As soon as I'm finished, you're going to hang. After you're dead, I will remove all the ropes and bondage stuff, put you two lovebirds side by side on the bed and light this whole shack on fire with that lamp there. This place is so far from anywhere that nobody will see the fire. When they do find your burnt skeletons, the police will just assume that you were a young couple who feel asleep and died in a tragic cabin fire. Happens all the time out here."
Sandy was shaking now, with fear and grief.
"Please," she said.
His answer was simple. He dragged her over to the bed, bent her forward until she was on her face with her ass in the air. He lubed up his cock by giving it one turn in her cunt, before he forced himself through her tiny anal sphincter.
"Oh god, you are so tight!" he groaned as he slowly moved deeper into her bowels. With every thrust came a jolt of pain, but at least she was still alive. Sandy knew that once he came, her life would be over. It was the ultimate predicament. And that, she realized to her great shame, turned her on. She could feel the familiar tingling in her cunt, felt her nipples stiffen once more.
And so, of course did the monster that fucked her. He grabbed her tits, and immediately felt the hard nipples rub against the palms of his hands. He moved a hand to her cunt, and sniffed the juices that were dripping out of it by now.
"By golly! You are the most perverted girl ever!" he laughed as he pushed into her again. Sandy hated herself for even thinking it, but she actually hoped he would switch to her cunt so she had a chance of getting off.
Soon he was getting close to the finish line. His panting and grunting increased, and she sensed that his skin was sweaty from all the hard work.
His orgasm was almost an anticlimax, more noise than anything else. But as he pulled out of her she heard the dreaded words: "Time's up, baby."
She considered pleading for her life, but saw no purpose. He was set on killing her, in fact he had to if he wanted to avoid the death penalty. So instead she heard herself say: "Please make me come before I die. You know I'm so horny right now. Please."
"You know?" he said. "I will grant you that final wish. Finger, tongue or vibrator?"
"Vibrator, please," she said. And then she surprised herself once more: "Thank you."
So there she was again on the stool, with her arms tied behind her back and the noose tight around her neck. The difference was that Ben was on the bed, and Baldy was getting ready to push her over. Except he didn't. Instead he grabbed her thighs and carefully lowered her while shoving the stool away. He wanted to make this last, the bastard.
And so did Sandy, she had to admit. The noose did its job as always, setting her crotch on fire. She couldn't help herself, it was an automatic response by now. Her feet were trying to find the floor while Baldy held the vibrator against her clit with one hand. With the other he was fondling her tits.
The situation was completely absurd. It was not supposed to end like this. Yet here she was, her only option having as good an end as possible. She thrust her hips against Baldy's vibrator and felt jolts of passion as he pinched her nipples.
The pain in her butt no longer mattered. Neither did Ben on the bed, or the cabin, or the rest of the fucking world. Nothing existed but Sandy and the tsunami that was building between her legs.
She felt her field of view narrow. The world was closing in on her, but so was the giant wave. And with just seconds to go it hit her with full force, carrying her over into the darkness.
Couple of mis-types in the first few sentences, missing letters and words that we fill in in our perverted heads
Think I'm gonna have to add a watch for more