Posted by Ripper X on August 03, 2003 at 21:23:07:
Mary effortlessly tossed aside her shirt, and let the rope slip from around her neck. Her breasts were completely naked, and Cerberus drank in their beauty. He was acutely aware of his hard-on distorting the cloth of his trousers and it was to that conspicuous bulge that Mary's eyes were drawn.
She looked wide-eyed at Cerberus: A wonderful innocence in her look.
"I will look wonderful when I'm hanging," she whispered, "You can be there . . . watching me as I step into eternity . . . You would never forget me as long as you lived."
She knelt at his feet and deftly undid his pants. Releasing his trapped penis, which sprang out from the front of his boxer shorts. Cerberus was quite proud of his cock at the best of times, but this unusual, highly erotic conversation now meant that it was as hard, and erect as he could remember. Mary slid her hand under his heavy testicles and gripped the shaft before slowly slipping her lips over the head to envelop it in a warm, soft, and moist embrace.
Cerberus closed his eyes, abandoning himself to her pleasuring of his organ. She sucked gently, yet thoroughly: Sometimes teasing the head with her tongue sometimes sliding his dick deeply into her mouth. He heard the tiny sucking noises, and her soft pleasuring moans. He wanted to think of her on a bed, a beach, or in a hot tub. He really needed not to be imagining her standing on the stool . . . Stepping off . . .
The immediacy of his orgasm made him hold her head. Running his fingers through her hair, he just needed that one last thing to tip him into cumming. Almost without realizing it, (yet in reality quite deliberately) he circled his fingers around her throat. The warm vulnerability of it softly undulated as she fellated him, was simply too much for his body. With an uncharacteristic loud groan, he pushed his cock hard into her receptive mouth and shot out the first of several thick, generous spurts of semen into her eagerly accepting mouth.
Carefully and sensuously, Mary received his sperm into her mouth. He heard gentle sounds as she let his seed slip down her throat, and looked down at her as she held the tip just clear of her wetly parted lips. Mindful of the likely tenderness of his freshly ejaculated penis, she gently licked the shining head of Cerberus' cock with almost butterfly softness. Every last pearly droplet was tenderly lapped from the tip and swallowed down with gentle, appreciative moans. Gently, she massaged his balls and ran her tongue down the shaft to flick his scrotum, as the final glistening droplets of his climax slowly wept from the tip of his fully sated and softening organ.
He looked down into her shining eyes, her moistly parted lips, and the soft skin of her breasts. He saw her beauty, but his thoughts were clouded by his own bewilderment. He knew that the thoughts that had propelled him into one of the most wonderful and complete climaxes of his life were a fantasy . . . but a fantasy that he utterly and literally had within his grasps. He now realized that he was quite prepared to watch this woman in front of him hang herself. More . . . he was eager to assist! His only reservation and the only reason he wasn't doing it now, were his own fears of recriminations. He hoped she would not go on at him to do it. Right now he wasn't sure how long he could say NO.
Mary stood up facing him, her soft breasts nuzzled at him. He felt her breath and smelled her perfume.
"Strip me." She simply said, standing loosely in front of him. His hands felt clumsy and coarse as he reached down, loosening the button then the zip on her jeans. They were tight, and he needed to slip his hands into the waistband to ease them down. Trying to help: She wriggled sexily, causing her breasts to sensuously swing. Her nipples lightly brushed against his shirt.
She stepped out of her trousers, and Cerberus saw that her simple pale blue cotton panties were barely able to cover her carefully trimmed pubes. He dropped to his knees, holding her thighs with his hand. Lowering his head, he traced around her navel with his tongue.
Mary gave a tiny gasp, as he ran the tip of his tongue down the almost invisible line of tiny, downy hairs on her lower belly. He paused for an instant. His tongue reaching the thin lacy elastic of her waistband. In an instant, he deftly thumbed them down her legs to her knees where gravity took over and they slid to the floor. The hairs on his neck pricked slightly, as the glorious scents of her womanhood caressed his nostrils. She shuffled one of her feet from the pants, parting her legs a few inches more with a deep purring moan. Her pussy lips were moistened and unfolded like the petals of a succulent rose: Inviting him to bury his face in their luxuriant sexuality.
Instead, he paused for an instant. Musing that he was once more erect. A few tantalizing instants before moving his mouth to connect with her longing lower lips. Cerberus decided to really tease her; Using the tiniest of gentle touches, he ran his tongue over the tips of her outer lips. He felt the heat of her pussy, breathing in deeply, the rich scents of her sex. He tasted the slightly salty musk of her arousal.
She grabbed his head, "Harder! Lick me you bastaaaahhhhhhh Mmmmnnnnn,,"
She moaned as he finally lapped the full length of her cunt with his tongue, insistently probing into the warmth of her vagina. Running his tongue onto the engorged nub of her clitoris, where he let it dance over the nerve enriched skin before returning back to the folds of her lips.
He continued, slightly increasing the tempo, feeling her respond and hearing her moans. She tasted wonderful! He found himself lapping with genuine relish at the intricate and responsive folds of her body. The whole of her inner thighs was moist from his licking and her own copious lubrication. He softly fondled her and his index finger slipped naturally into the cleft of her buttocks before sliding past her anus into the warm, smooth, and muscled tunnel of her rectum. She gave a slightly longer moan as it entered and then, in small breath punctuated phrases she asked again, "Cerberus . . . please . . . Please . . . I want you . . ."
"I want you . . . to . . . to . . ."
She paused, feeling with a tiny tingle of expectation that his licking became more feverish and purposeful. Cerberus, hearing her now in a lust-crazed mood, was once more in a ferment of mixed emotion. Now however the balance had moved. He wanted her to ask . . . to plead . . . to beg him to hang her.
He had decided that if she did . . . He would say . . . Yes.
He increased the tempo of his long lingering licks, flickering the tip of his probing tongue over her pussy. Her eyes tightly squeezed shut. Her breath coming in short, hot gasps. Her pussy surged onto his tongue by the motion of her writhing pelvis.
"I want you . . . to put me . . . in the noose . . ."
Her climax was starting to overcome her, ". . . Please!"
He withdrew his mouth from her pussy and looked up at her. She was panting in small, short, and immediate pre-orgasm breaths. He realized she was just seconds away from the wonderful explosion of her senses. Her hands grabbed his head to pull him back to the desperate flesh of her loins, but again he pulled his face away to look up into her pleading, beautiful eyes.
He didn't speak, just slowly mouthed the fateful word . . . "Yes."
Cerberus watched as a look of incredible relief (almost joy) settled on Mary's face. He merely touched the apex of her labia once more with his tongue before Mary plunged headlong into a shuddering climax. She pushed his head away and masturbated with very firm, rapid, almost violent strokes against her demanding cunt.
Cerberus watched the full wonderful, yet fathomless process of her cumming, drinking in the fine details as Mary (immune to the world about her) came and came again! Her head thrown back, eyes closed, leg muscles taut and firm with a light bloom of sweat. Her left hand was kneading her breasts in a rather rough, (but in the light of the intensity of her orgasm) highly erotic way. But it was her deep full gasping breaths that made Cerberus' cock as hard as a rod . . . soon he would be able to stop that.
Her fingers slowed. Her breast handling stopped to some simple auto-caress, her eyes dreamily opened. Her chest still rose and fell in post climactic mode, but apart from the sounds of her inhalation and exhalations, there was a rich expectant silence in the room.
He realized that words would sound lame and ineffective. He rose silently to his feet, retrieving the rope that she had so casually teased him with before. He grabbed her hands and without a word, began to bind her wrists together.
He started to tie them in front of her, where they would demurely cover her pubis. Instead he changed his mind and turned Mary around. With four or five carefully wound loops, he firmly fastened her wrists behind her so that her arms pulled back, emphasizing her breasts.
God! She looked like a wonderful image of vulnerability. Her face; A soft post-orgasmic glow coupled with the soft curves of her body, and accentuated by the pull that her pinioned wrists brought about. He loved to see her that way. Particularly her stance. Legs slightly akimbo, allowing his eyes to flow up her calf, over her thighs, and see the fur over her pubis.
He spent several moments admiring her body. Outwardly most of him was calm, but inwardly (and visibly with his penis!) he was very very excited.
"I have an old empty chest freezer in the spare bedroom." She told him, Cerberus looking at her quizzically.
"For my body." She explained in a soft patient voice, "I have told all my neighbors I have a new contract for six months in Hong Kong. Nobody will search for me for ages."
Mary paused to let this information sink in, and then, looking into Cerberus's eyes with a wonderfully submissive face, "I have tried to think of most things . . . The power company will not switch off the power to the freezer for about four months, so by the time anyone realizes, there will be no . . . no evidence for whatever you choose to do with me."
Cerberus saw Mary's agile mind had really given deep thought to her own hanging. It underscored her determination to go ahead, and to his dismay/delight, removed many of his fears. He also realized that he must quickly make a decision; Would he do as Mary wished or . . .
A small fragment of a forgotten poem came to mind;
so time to make your choice dear stranger
do it now and bide the danger
or wonder till it drives you mad
what would have happened if you had
He wondered if perhaps he had already gone mad?
Maybe anyone else seeing through different, sane eyes, would have seen a terrified tear-besmirched Mary begging for her life at the feet of a crazed madman. Maybe his 'reality' was insanity.
He looked again at the naked woman before him. Straining for a different reality, but nothing changed. She was still there: Nude, placid, and vulnerable. Her arms pinioned a few feet from a simple noose . . .
Mary saw him looking at her and could imagine the mental turmoil in his head. She was now completely accepting that she was about to hang, she just hoped against hope that he would be there.
"In your stories," she spoke tentatively, "The executioner usually pleasures himself with the victim just before he . . ." She let the sentence finish in mid flow. Blushing and looking down in a wonderfully demure way before continuing, "Often the executioner uses the girls bottom for his selfish pleasure. No man has ever taken me there . . . Will you do that to me; Or shall we start the hanging now?"
Once more Cerberus could not believe his ears. She had offered her un-deflowered anus to him, almost instantly his cock was erect and aching with lust. Without any further words he moved her to the table and bent her over. She moved her legs apart compliantly, and the two peach halves of her buttocks parted to give him sight of her tight hairless anus.
He had sometimes written of this moment, ‘The helpless pinioned young victim, just minutes from the noose. Her legs slightly akimbo. Her minutely trembling sphincter the focus of attention and lust.' He had written but nothing had prepared him for the feelings that infused his mind.
Kneeling behind her, he began to lap gently with his tongue, the rearward petals of her lips. Lips that were still moist and slick with her orgasm. His nose scented the prickly, musky scent of her (as yet) un-violated behind. She must have washed herself carefully in preparations. He could smell her soap or bath oil as he moved his tongue over her perineum to flicker, and minutely probe her anus.
He felt Mary relax, he continued probing his tongue into the tightness of her rectum, at the same time trying to coat it with lubricating saliva. He then used one wetted index finger to probe yet deeper into her. Mary moaned softly as he pushed knuckles deep into her back passage. His licking had made the finger easily accessible; With it deep in her, he held it, feeling the warm tightness and a hint of her increased pulse. His other hand caressing her pussy. Feeling the delightful wetness of her full arousal.
He could wait no longer!
He transferred some of her own vaginal lubricant onto his straining cock, as well as some more of his own lick; So that it shone hard, wet, and ready. He didn't want to talk; He just stood up and centered his glans on the tiny depression that marked the middle of her moistened anus.
She drew in a breath as she felt the blunt tip of his cock touch her, gasping as he began to push. Gripping the shaft of his cock, he had to push quite hard and was glad there was so much wetness, because Mary was anally very tight. It was an unequal struggle; The force of his thrust, the hardness of his cock, and the slickness of her behind was too strong for the two protective rings of her muscles.
He forced himself into her rectum, hearing her breathing increase and shorten. It was wonderful to see his cock shaft slide into her, neatly bisecting the halves of her bottom. He pushed as deep as he could so that he was pressed hard against her; The root of his penis was spreading her freshly deflowered ring to the limit. Now she was whimpering in pleasure pain.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! You bastard!" She said through gritted teeth.
Cerberus fucked her with long strokes, each one teasingly taking his prick to the deep limit of her bowel, then to the tip of her rectum. The intensity was too great however, and it was not long before he felt the fabulous pre-climactic sensations infuse his body. His pace quickened suddenly, and explosively he ejaculated into Mary's unresisting bowel.
‘Next I'm going to hang her.' He thought at the instant of his first spurt. So powerful were the surges of cum, that only the velvety sleeve of Mary's rectum prevented his semen from jetting across the room.
He remained deep inside her for a few moments, as his twitching organ slightly softened. Slowly drawing himself out, watching as a few strands of his ejaculate peeped out from her relaxed and slightly gaping back passage. Pearly droplets of semen lazily flowed from within her. Passing downwards they mingled with her own wetness on her pussy lips. His breathing started to normalize and he realized that the culmination that he had experienced had been intense . . . but he now was ready for the real climax.
Mary got to stand up straight; He looked her directly in the eye, "Do you want to go through with this?"
She answered by moving to stand directly below the noose.
"I'm ready if you are." She said delightfully.
"Mary. I'm going to ask you once more. Do you want me to hang you until you are dead?" He sternly repeated, " If you say yes, now. Then I will do it. No matter what you say afterwards; You may beg or plead, but once I've begun, I promise you. I will see it through."
Her reply was to kneel at his feet and plant a soft kiss on his scrotum.
"Do it, please."
Lithely she stepped to the middle of the room looking expectantly at Cerberus. Her eyes just below the rope noose that dangled lazily in front of her. He realized that in his own mind, he was now beyond the point of no return. There was no need to hesitate, just to drink in the deep, tragic, and erotic sensuality of the next few moments. Time felt heavy and velvety as he moved towards her.
Placing the small stool that would act as her springboard to eternity at her feet. He breathed in her scents, believing that he could detect the gentle warmth of her as his cheek nearly touched her smooth and un-trembling limbs. Stepping onto the stool, he saw that she squeezed her thighs together with a small and girlish wiggle.
"Oh God, I'm so wet," She whispered soft and huskily, "Do you think I'll cum?'
He slid his hand between the warmth of her closed together thighs, feeling the heat of her pussy and the remarkably copious wetness that coated the highly engorged and sensitive buds of flesh that dwelt there.
"Yes, you'll cum." He said with gentle authority; Sensing that as he did, the time for words has nearly passed.
He raised his moistened fingertips to his face, drawing in an almost intoxicating draught of the scents of Mary's womanhood. He parted his lips and minutely ran his tongue over the moistened forefinger, tasting her juices in a wonderful: Nearly final act of communion. Then, in a single flowing motion, he reached up and simply slipped the noose over her head, sliding the slipknot down so that it just kissed against the flawless skin beneath her left ear. Her face, a mask of dreamy pre-orgasmic excitement.
"Good-bye Mary." He murmured before kissing the tip of her nose, then her full luscious lips.
"Good bye." He whispered again as he moved his face down, kissing each breast in turn then moving to place a gentle breath on her navel. "Good-bye" he uttered, moving down the softness of her lower belly before planting a kiss on the front of her aromatically moistened labia. She moaned at the feel of his breath on her. He lingered a moment, his tongue flickering over her.
Taking one last taste of her. His hands wrapped around the front legs of the stool. Time stood still for an instant; A voice in his head told him, "Now!"
He tipped the stool and removed it from beneath her feet, Mary seemed to help him by stepping into the space in front of her. Her bare feet pressed onto the air, and she dropped four or five inches as the noose took up the slack and held her suspended in its silent, fatal grip. Her neck creaking as it took her full weight for the first, and the last time.
He had written of this moment several times, a young woman beginning her dance of death on a rope; Yet now, here it was, happening in front of him! He wanted to feel pity or remorse, but instead he was gripped. Gripped and incredibly aroused by the mortal struggle that was unfolding before him.
Several things surprised him: The extent to which her neck stretched, how tightly the rope gripped into the soft skin of her throat, the fact that for the first few moments she could obviously draw in a few labored rasping breaths through her open mouth, and the definite motions of her body surging towards orgasm; Signaled by the thrusting from her hips as she bucked and squeezed her thighs together.
The rope quickly shut off her airway, and her face began to darken as the inevitable consequence of the noose drew on. Her eyes were tightly squeezed shut, her mouth parted widely as Mary willed her body to pleasure itself in the ultimate way; Her hips started to thrust in rapid jerky motions, flailing her legs as the warm dark red curtain of her final orgasm drew over her body. A tiny gasp almost inaudible in the silence of the room was the only noise to signal the last great wave of pleasure as it crashed into her body; He saw her nipples were as hard as fingertips, and proudly stand from the taut skin of her breasts. Her belly surging as it fought for oxygen, yet still hungered for sexual release. She splayed her legs for an instant, to reveal her drenched, glistening thighs and the engorged lips of her pussy before snapping them together. Her eyes opened widely, yet despite everything: She caught his eye with a last wonderful look. Her fantasy was sated and her body seemed to sense that its job was done. He just watched as the final seconds of Mary were played out.
Her mouth hung loosely open, her eyes looked past him, her shoulders twitched slightly while her legs and feet did what looked like a little swimming motion in the air. A gentle hiss betrayed her urethra as it lost its control. Warm fragrant urine pattered to the carpet from her emptying bladder while a few weakening spasms shook her frame. And finally, one last great stretching of her muscles; Then she was still.
Her fantasy, and her life were over. Mary now, no longer alive, hung by her neck in front of him. He felt the sticky wetness of his own ejaculation on his penis, his thigh, and his hand; Had he really masturbated as she hung there?
He reached out and touched her; She was still warm.
He was exhausted when (two hours later) he slipped unseen from her apartment. He had hoped that it would have sunk in by now. Now that he had placed her naked dead body in the unglamourous sepulcher of a freezer. Now that Mary was gone, he could still imagine her scents in his nostrils, imagine that he could hear her voice. He really wished he wasn't thinking all the time of that last wonderful climax, But he was.
A week later.
A month later.
A year later.
And now!
Even now, as the young Charlotte stood in front of him. Naked, noosed, and ready.