I put my hands behind my back. I see no other way than being obedient. I moan as you tie my wrists a little too tight. Oh my... My boobs feel so different... so unprotected now... I know you can see my hard nipples under the thin fabric of my dress. I tremble. I have seen girls hanged before, and I fear the white noose in front of me more than anything. At the same time, it makes me so incredibly excited. I don't want to be hanged! Yet... somehow I'm drawn to that thick white loop. I'm loosing my mind. Well, soon I'll loose everything... Soon I'll be up there just like that girl... I wonder if I'll feel my boobs bounce too as the noose tightens... Tightens and sink up under my jaw. Stretching my slender neck... OMG! It's actually going to happen! That noose is for me... I need to buy some time. I noticed that you looked at my boobs... Maybe... maybe I could offer you a blowjob? It's worth the try. If you trick me, I guess I wouldn't be the first girl to fail trying to trade freedom for a blowjob under the gallows. You are finished tying me and I feel your hand between my shoulder blades, ready to push me forward. I feel my boobs bounce gently as I turn around and kneel before you.


You laugh and open your fly. God, you're big... and already so hard... Hard for me... I wet my lips, close my eyes and open my mouth. You take my head in your strong hands. My young lips tenderly fold back your foreskin and my tongue explores the big slippery head.


But you have no time for romance. Surprised by your brutal thrust I suddenly feel your pubic hair tickle my nostrils and your warm balls on my chin. You hold me hard. My mouth is wide open. Your fat, long, slippery shaft is deep down my throat. You whisper threats in my ear: "Good girl... Now let me make love to you, and I'll make sure you get a good hanging in the gallows above us. You will love the strong noose take you away. But if you make trouble, I will cut you with my blade. OK?" Retching, with tears in my eyes I try to nod submissively. "I can't wait to see those titties bounce up there in the  gallows!" God, you're big... I need to breath. Before my eyes I see the girl hanged in this gallows a week ago. She was a little thief too. I had hidden behind some planks and saw it all. The hangman noosed her and bent her over a barrel or something and penetrated her. He held her down and by the noose fucking and strangling the poor girl half dead even before she was suspended. It made me so wet I had to touch myself. I cum hard when she was hanged a few minutes later.

You draw yourself out, giving me the chance to breath desperately through my nose. A little. Then you start pounding up and down my throat. With your hands around my ears all I can hear is the sounds of your shaft brutally opening my throat and my hollow cheeks making love to it. I think of the hanged girl. The silent, extreme violence of the tight noose. Her naked shoulders fighting. Her boobs dancing in the wide neckline. The large knot resting at her ear tilting her little head. It will soon be me...

As your first splash fill my throat, you close my nose hard with your index and thumb, forcing my hollow cheeks to follow the contour of your shaft so close as you slowly draw your bouncing cock out and feed me your love milk. It all happens fast from here. You must have put the noose around your hand, because it snaps over my head and as you withdraw and my lips make a loud kissing sound, I feel it’s firm grip all around my slender neck. You lift me up and lead me to the ladder resting on your gallows and support me with strong hands as I step up one, two and three unsteady steps. You adjust the noose under my chattering teeth, and take out much of the slack. You make sure the ropes around my wrists are still tight and then...

The final push.


Your gallows is tall, and my first pendulum movement in the end of the rope feels long and slow. My feet poke the ladder twice before you remove it, making me rotate slightly as I glide back and forth. You stand back, enjoying my constraint moves in the free air now denied me… You look at my working shoulders and bouncing boobs. At the changing color of my hanged head. At my bare feet stretching for the floorboards of the scaffold one eternal foot away… I am hanged. Right here, right now. Hanged by your trained hands.


Strung up tight the way you have done it with numerous girls before me. And though it’s always the same, every girl moves differently there in the tight rope. Like me, many of them has your semen on their lips or in their wombs as they calm down and find rest in your merciless ropes… As I shiver and cum in the bloodred haze I feel your strong hands caressing me. Your sweet gallows talk is the last words I hear before I calm down in the end of your tight rope.






Thanks to DrGeppetto3D for his beautiful art and to editor MephMarwood