The second Lara felt the cold metal of the handcuffs snapping shut around her wrists, she knew that all was lost. She should never have turned her back on that sneaky bastard Ben, and now he would kill her. Of that she was certain. Her only hope was to bargain for time. She lay still on her stomach, waiting for what would happen next.

She heard Ben moving around the attic, then she saw rope in his hands and her heart sank.

"Please," she said as he sat down beside her and made a simple noose. "Stop it. I'll do anything."

"You know," Ben smiled as he finished the loop. "You were right about me."

She looked up at him, and he took the opportunity to pull the noose over her head. "About what?"

"About me being a lowlife." He adjusted the soft rope, pulled it tight against her neck. "A creep. And don't deny it," he added. "I know what you said to Jenny."

There was no use in lying, she decided. Might as well play along. "You're right. I did say some nasty things about you to Jenny, and I'm sorry I did."

Ben threw one end of the rope over the beam in the ceiling, the same one that held Jenny's body.

"So here's the thing. I want you to know that I didn't kill Jenny. I don't care if you believe me or not, pretty soon it won't matter anyway. But the truth is that I found her hanging like this. She killed herself by accident, looks to me like she had a hanging fetish."

Lara nodded. "Jenny told me about it some weeks ago, when she was drunk and needed someone to confide in. So I guess you removed her handcuffs?"

"Right. I wanted her to look more natural as I fucked her."

"What?" Lara had imagined that he had played around with the body, but this? "You're kidding!"

Ben grinned. "I kid you not. I fucked her, and loved every second of it. I loved it so much that I am going to do you too."

It took a moment for the words to sink in.

"God, no!" Lara said, her voice suddenly choking up. "Please, please! I'll help you explain to the police, I'll testify about what Jenny told me in court."

"Begging is so sexy," Ben said. "Just see how hard it makes me." He pulled down his pants, and a long, thick dick emerged.

Lara could not help herself from staring. That thing was going inside her, no matter what. But what happened after he had raped her could perhaps be influenced but what she said and did. A train of thought was set in motion.

"So, I'm thinking this is how it goes," Ben continued. "First, I want to see you naked. Stand up."

Lara got to her feet, and watched as Ben pulled the rope over the beam. He continued to pull until Lara was on the tip of her toes, head askew. She was right next to Jenny, and the sight of her dead friend made Lara's skin crawl. This was going to end so badly. Or maybe not! If she just kept calm and stuck to the plan she was formulating in her mind...

Ben fastened the rope with a knot around a door handle, then returned to her. Now he was just centimeters from her face. She felt his hands on her body, exploring every nook and cranny, squeezing her tits and butt cheeks. Then he removed her clothes with a pair of scissors. Her top was cut of first, then her bra followed. Bare-breasted, she felt vulnerable as Ben put his hands on her and massaged her breasts almost lovingly.

"We could have been a great couple," he whispered to her. "Your tits are small and saggy for someone so young, but I could live with that. I like hangers. Now, let's check out your equipment."

He got down on his knees, pulling down her yoga pants and panties. She stepped out of them before he had a chance to ask her. She was not consenting, she was taking charge in her own small way.

Lara could not stop herself from cringing as Ben forced his fingers inside her. He didn't know it, but if was the first time a man had ever touched her down there. She had hoped to find her first boyfriend this semester, and there was a really sweet guy in class, but...

"Dry as the Sahara," Ben said. "We'll see what happens when you hang."

He pulled down on the part of the rope that was tied to the door handle, and Lara felt herself being pulled up. She took a deep breath, then her neck was squeezed shut by the rope. She panicked when she realized that her feet had left the ground.

God, I'm being hanged! she thought. She kicked legs in a futile attempt to find solid ground, then swung slowly around to face Jenny's blue face. Staring at her dead friend, she felt herself going, fast. Her plan depended on staying alive, and very soon she would not be. Lara couldn't breathe, but she could cry. So she did.

Then, at the last minute, there were strong hands on her buttocks. Ben was in front of her, lifting her up just enough for the rope to loosen its death grip on her neck. The noose was still tight and it felt like breathing through a straw, but at least sweet air flowed into Lara's lungs. She sucked it down voraciously.

She felt his dick push against her cunt, and decided to to the exact opposite of what he expected. Lara wrapped her legs around Ben's hips and gently pushed him towards her crotch. Ben whispered "Oh yeah baby" in her ear as he eagerly responded and thrust deep inside her.

Now it was Lara's turn to be surprised. She had expected his dick to hurt her, tear up her sensitive, dry insides. Instead, it was smooth as silk. There was wetness inside her, which he of course noticed at once.

"Hey Lara, you love this," he cooed. "You kinky slut!"

"Love" was overstating it, but her wet cunt didn't lie. Something inside her was triggered as she was penetrated. Lara suddenly remembered what she had done after Jenny had revealed her secret to her. She had gone to bed, spread her legs wide and masturbated as she imagined herself hanged and taken.

Something deep inside her wanted this. Which was good, because she knew that she would stay alive as long as she could keep him hard and happy. So she told him the truth, in the hope that it would keep him hard an happy.

"Ben," she gasped as he lowered her butt and let the rope close her throat again. "You're my first."

Ben immediately lifted her, wanting to hear more. "Huh? You're telling me you're a virgin?"

"Yes," Lara panted. "I've just never found the right guy. Never had sex, never used the pill, never - "

"Seriously not on the pill?" Ben said. "Does that mean...?"

"I'm ovulating, Ben. If you come inside me, I'll probably get pregnant."

This time, she could see her words hit their mark. She felt him swelling up inside her, and his hips started moving faster.

"Give me your load, baby," Lara moaned. "I want your fertile sperm inside me. Make me a mom, Ben!"

That set him off. Screaming "I'm coming, Lara!" he plunged deep inside her,  pulsing, throbbing, spurting. Curiosly, her words also returned to her like a boomerang. She really was ovulating and she had just had a guy come inside her for the first time. Maybe it was the hormones talking or the asphyxia, but for the first time she wanted to come herself.

Ben had shrunk inside her, and slipped out. He looked at her, hesitantly.

"I... I don't know what to... I need to think." Gently he lowered her and removed his hands. Lara managed to get one last gulp of air before the noose shut her down again. Her head was pulled upwards at an angle as she once more hung freely from her neck.

God, please, no! Lara thought as she started kicking and twisting. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Ben pointing his phone at her. The fucker is filming me! He's livestreaming my death! Lara could feel his cum running down her legs as she struggled. Panic was setting in, but before it hit her full on darkness mercifully descended on her.

When Lara came to, she was lying on a mattress on the floor, hands still cuffed on her back. Her neck was tied to one of the pillars that supported the roof, making it impossible for her to sit upright. Her mouth was filled with funky-tasting fabric, held in place by pantyhose. The clothes she had been carrying to the attic just a short while ago, now weaponized against her.

Ben sitting on the floor next to her, holding a plastic bag and what look like one of her bras.

"So," he said. "You passed out and pissed yourself. But I did get some nice pictures."

He leaned forward and showed her his phone screen. There she was, hanging next to Lara, looking almost as dead as her friend. This is almost like an out of body experience, she thought. She saw herself as from the outside, a brown-haired skinny girl with dangling tits, neck stretched and a stream of yellow gushing out between her legs. It was someone else.

"I posted this on a web forum just a couple of minutes ago. Hilarious. They're already commenting on your tits. You really should do something about them, Lara. Oh, wait!"

Ben laughed and looked at his phone screen, self-satisfied. High on his own power. Damn, Lara thought. While she was out, he had reverted to his old self. For a moment there, it was as if he could see her as a living human being with her whole life in front of her. Now, Ben the Creep was back.

"So, Lara, I guess you're wondering about the gag." He sighed. "I have to hand it to you, girl. You were clever. That whole spiel about being a virgin and perhaps getting preggers. Clever! But then I got to thinking. You also manipulated Jenny into not liking me. You're the worst kind of fucker, Lara. You're a mindfucker. But you see, I'm the one doing the fucking here. So time's up."

He leaned over her and pulled the plastic bag over her head. She recognized it as one of her own, a carrier bag from a grocery store.

"Thank you for leaving this on the floor, by the way," Ben said as he lifted her head and pulled the bag all the way down. He tied the bra loosely around her neck. Though the plastic was thick and mostly unclear, she still could see parts of his face.

"So, the thing you did back there made me really mad, Lara. So mad that I am going to punish you. I'll bag you again and again, you will panic so many times you'll lose track. I'm also going to torture you. Your tits and cunt will feel such pain, Lara, that you'll want to die. Those are Jenny's pissy pants in your mouth, by the way. What you are tasting is piss and death."

Ben pulled the bra tight around Lara's throat. "So, baby. The first of many baggings. Now, let's see if your cunt likes this as much as it liked hanging."

He got down on his knees between her legs, pulling out his cock and starting to stroke it. Lara was just able to see him through a clear spot in the bag. And suddenly she knew what to do. She had an ace in the hole, and if Ben had known about it he would have tied her up spreadeagled first chance he got.

Last year there had been a spate of attacks on campus. Several girls had been raped, and one of the countermeasures had been free self-defense classes for female students. Lara had taken a course led by student who temped as a martial arts instructor. As she lay on her back, watching Ben carefully, she remembered something the instructor had said: There were few better ways to take out an opponent than a well-placed kick.

A kick to the shin would buy you time to escape from an attacker. A boot to the balls would make him double over, allowing you to go for the head. A head-kick could knock him out or even finish him off. And right at this moment Lara could see that Ben was within kicking range.

She knew she'd only have one shot. If she missed Ben would be enraged, which would make him torture her even harder. She was also painfully aware of the bag on her head. Ben was the only one who could remove it in time. No matter. Now or never. Who dares wins.

Lara mustered her remaining strength, her right leg shot out towards Ben's face and hit him square in the jaw. To her amazement his head snapped backwards, leaving him upright with a dumb, dazed expression. She pulled back her leg, getting ready for another kick when he teetered forwards, his face hitting her crotch.

Gotcha! Lara clamped her thighs around his head, pushing his face into her crotch. Jenny had told her about all kinds of breath play on that memorable night, facesitting was one of them. Ben was now getting for free what many men would pay good money for. His airways were closed by Lara's cunt, and she made damn sure that it stayed that way. He was going down.

She could feel his head move, so her legwork hadn't been lethal after all. Good, she thought. He deserved to die slowly, through the cunning of a woman. Now she felt his hands moving over her feet, towards her ankles. She squeezed her thighs together with all her might, as for a second there it seemed as if he were strong enough to pull her legs apart.

But it was too little, too late. She felt his grip weaken, hands dropping to the floor. His head twitched a couple of times and then fell still. Overcome with a sense of elation Lara gave herself a mental high five.

By now the air inside the bag was damp and stuffy, and Lara could sense that the oxygen was running low. She desperately wanted to get the damned thing off her head, but knew that she had to make sure Ben was dead. This was it, to the bitter end.

In her last moments, Lara was struck by how peaceful she felt. The panic arrived, as she knew it would, but she rode it off. Beyond panic there was just... acceptance. There were so many things she would never do. So many dreams she would never realize. From any normal person's perspective her end was deeply tragic. Pathetic even.

Here she was, dying from asphyxiation, her vagina filled with the semen of a rapist, a soon to be victim of a most bizarre crime. She had spoken the truth to Ben, there really was a chance that somewhere deep inside her Ben's DNA was making its way to an egg. Thankfully her body would stop that show in a few moments, put an end to his evil bloodline.

Darkness was coming again, as when she was hanging. She welcomed it by now. She was so tired. It it was not the exhaustion of defeat. For she was the winner on this battlefield. Her legs wrapped around his head and his semen inside her would testify to her victory. She had slain the dragon. Now she could rest.

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Two days later the police broke into the house, after several calls from worried parents. What they found in the attic would become one of the most celebrated and baffling cases of the decade, if not the century. Three young students, all dead. All naked and in some state of sexual arousal. Images of the women had been posted by the male suspect on internet fora, leaving investigators in no doubt as to who was the guilty party.

Weeks of speculation followed as the bodies were examined, the house was searched and phones and computers where scanned. According to the final official report, Ben had had a crush on Jenny for some time, as evidenced by text files on his laptop. He had been rebuffed several times, and had not taken it lightly.

It had all culminated in the day of the murders, when (it was presumed, as no direct evidence of this was found) Ben had assaulted Jenny, raped her vaginally and anally (swabs were taken which confirmed this) and then staged an accidental autoerotic suicide in the attic.

While doing this Lara came upon him, and he proceeded to knock her out. He had raped and hanged her, and then tried to suffocate her with a plastic bag. During this crime Lara had managed to kick him, rendering him almost unconscious. He had fallen forward, and she had used her last remaining air to make sure that he died.

The story stunned an already titillated public. From the whole bizarre mess there emerged a hero. Lara. The girl who sacrificed herself to rid the world of a potential serial killer. Soon, there were Lara memes all over the internet. There were T-shirts with her image on it, mugs and stickers. The inevitable book and movie deals followed.

And one bright autumn day Lara's parents were presented with the National Medal of Valour, awarded posthumously to their daughter. As they stepped out in front of the assembled crowd of young women and held the medal up for all to see, there was a roar of approval.

 
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Note: This the third part of the story that started as "Cold comfort" in my Journal. Read the first part, from Jenny's perspective, there. The second part is called Ben vs the Vaginal Swab.

This a work of sexual fantasy meant for open-minded adults. All models are older than 18.