A conservative Christian girl. A good girl. A church girl. Not the kind that you would expect to see like this. She had worn her tightest jeans and tight shirt that stretched across her b-cup breasts. This was about as sexy of an outfit she had but I made sure to shame her for showing off her ass in those tight jeans and her breasts under that tight t-shirt. Her head lowered as she agreed with every statement I made about her being a secretly perverted slut. Knowing full well that she was getting more an more turned on. She was being punished for her indecent clothing, causing men to sin and think dirty thoughts about her. She was being punished for secretly liking the fact that men were looking at her. And she was being punished for being turned on at being punished for being such a harlot even though she was inexperienced at sex.

Now she was on her knees, her jeans unbuttoned and pulled slightly down to show her pink panties Way to sexy for the good girl that she was supposed to be. Another exhibit towards her guilt. Her shirt had been pulled up and over her bra exposing the matching bra with lace trim that matched her panties. Again, a girl who matches her bra and panties only because she intends someone to see them. Her hands were securely tied behind her back and her head was bowed in shame but her hard nipples clearly evident under her bra.I had put her like this, and like an inquisitor had forced her to admit all of her slutty compulsions. Admissions of guilt. I unzipped my pants and extracted my cock already hard from my feeling up this girl. I stuck it in front of her face and with one phrase: "Suck it", ordered her to seal her fate.

She looked up at me for a moment then obediently wrapped her lips around my shaft like a good submissive girl should do. The blowjob was clumsy but not without effort and the distinct appearance of practice (although not on real cock). I guided her head with my hands. Sometimes pushing her head towards me and forcing my cock deeper down her throat till she gagged and drooled. Even with this lack of skill, it did not take long for me to feel my orgasm welling and I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back and told her to open her mouth. She did, and I shot stream after stream of hot cum across her face and into her mouth. When I was done, she swallowed what was in her mouth without prompt. I told her how much she looked like a whore and she blushed deeply. I noticed a dark spot had begun to show in the crotch of her jeans.

Grabbing her by the hair, I guided her to her feet, held her by her hair with her head back as I slid a hand down the front of her pants and felt her soaking pussy.

I threw the rope over a branch she was standing under and the noose fell in front of her face. Her eyes got wide and she shuddered the same way she shuddered when my fingers slid across her wet cunt. I slid the rope over her head and snugged it down around her neck and pulled the slack out of the rope. Now I stood in front of a helpless girl, hopelessly turned on, and about to hang. I took a few moments to let her mind swim through the thoughts that were rushing inside her head, the taste of my cum, the arousal she was feeling, the rope around her wrists, her helplessness, the noose around her neck, the prospect of being hung. I described how I was going to hang her. How I would enjoy watching her struggle. And especially how she would be forced to move her body in ways that she never imagined before. She was slightly shaking and her face was red from embarrassment and arousal. She said nothing, but just stared, and nodded from time to time. Occasionally swallowing and I saw the rope move with her throat. I did all this while making a point of walking around her, feeling her curves with my fingers, and stroking my hardening cock. My last prompt was to make sure she got the image of herself, half naked, with cum on her face, hanging by her neck and the question of what kind of a whore gets turned on by that?

Finally, the talking was done and I asked her if she was ready. She gulped and nodded silently. With no hesitation, I leaned all my weight into the other end of the rope, the noose tightened, her neck stretched, she let out a pathetic squeak and gurgle, then her toes left the ground. Once she was hanging, the friction of the rope made it easy to hold her there while she strangled. Her face showed all her feelings, fear and the fight against panic with the incredible arousal. It didn't take long fer her to start struggling. She pulled her wrists to each side of her body as far as they would go. Her breasts jiggled in her bra and her legs began working like riding a bicycle. Soon she was swinging slightly and twisting around. She saw me and locked her eyes on me, holding here there stroking my cock to her suffering. Her legs pulled high with her knees almost to her chest then stretched them out and spread her lags wide just as I had told her earlier, that she would spread her legs wider than any pure girl would ever think of doing. Her body began to shudder and her eyes rolled back into her head. Her arms moved slowly now and her struggles were jerks as she hung.

Her body went limp and I lowered her to the ground and loosened the noose. I slid my hands down her pants and plunged my finger into her wetness and started rubbing her vigorously. She twitched, and woke up gasping, wide eyed, and half moaning, half screaming. Instantly I could tell she had came while hanging as she began bucking her hips from the sensation of my fingers rubbing her sensitive clit. I held her down and tortured her a few moments with my fingers between her legs before letting up. She was still panting as I sat her up then pulled her to her feet. She looked at me and smiled. "That was amazing" she said. I took the noose off her neck and rubbed it. She hesitated before asking if she could suck me off again. I said sure as I began untying her wrists. She stopped me and told me that she would rather I left her hands tied. I liked her better that way to as she dropped to her knees once again.