Posted by tina on December 05, 2006 at 08:07:33:
Hi, everyone! This is an old story inspired by the art of D'Que. Enjoy!
"Two Maids Dancing"
(Inspired by the art of D’Que)
By Tina
Yvette glanced sideways at Charlotte and said, "This is a fine situation you’ve gotten us into."
Charlotte continued to look straight ahead.
"Me? What do you mean?" Charlotte questioned, still not looking at Yvette, " It wasn’t me who took advantage of the stable boy. You’re the one that had to have that young cock in her twat. Further more..."
"Yes, you and those flapping lips," Yvette interrupted, "If you hadn’t been gabbing to Suzette, we wouldn’t be in this fix. If I could get loose I’d kick the stool out from under your feet myself."
Charlotte looked down at her feet, planted on the short three-legged stool, but still at least 18" off the floor. She looked over at Yvette who stood upon a similar stool. She wore black, high-heeled pumps with 5" heels. The skirt of her maid’s uniform was short enough to reveal the tops of her sheer, black stockings that were held up by garter straps adorned with blue bows. The skirt also exposed much of the shinny-ruffled panties covering Yvette’s firm ass. Charlotte could also see the rope tightly binding Yvette’s wrists at the small of her back. Her nipples were slightly exposed over the form fitting dress. The white apron was cut just below Yvette’s lovely cleavage. The master liked to see exposed nipples so all the maids wore similar uniforms.
As Charlotte’s gaze moved up she saw the velvet choker and just above it the gray flexible piping that was wrapped around Yvette’s long neck. One end of the pipe ran up behind her left ear into a fixture securely attached to the ceiling. The tubing was not tight enough to strangle the maid as long as she stood on the stool but the tension caused her head to be cocked slightly to her right.
A white cap sat on top of Yvette’s short-cropped blond hair.
"Go ahead, be my guest...step off and see if you can kick the stool away!" Charlotte hoped she could get Yvette angry enough to do something foolish. Of course, if Yvette did manage to kick Charlotte’s stool away, Charlotte would hang since she was tied and noosed in a fashion identical to Yvette’s. Her wrists were lashed tightly behind her back in a way that prevented getting her fingers on the knot to attempt to loosen it. The floor was tantalizingly close but Charlotte knew from experience that the tubing would go tight well before her feet touched the floor below.
Her mind drifted back to the time the master had brought her to a delicious orgasm as she hung from his special ceiling fixture. He had tied her the same way back then and he had sucked her exposed nipples as his hand moved into her panties. Her pussy was red hot as he slid a finger deep into her. She actually had humped his hand even though the tube cut off her breath as she pushed down. Then she would stand back up, draw a quick breath and push her ass down again. It was as she neared orgasm that he had hooked the leg of the stool with his foot and pulled it quickly out from under her. She pushed back up but found only air under her feet.
The master had continued to finger her wet pussy as she struggled frantically to relieve the pressure of the strangulation. The fury of her struggles only served to tighten the tubing as she dangled. The fixture had easily held the girl’s weight as the master enjoyed her dance. Finally, just as the room swam into darkness she had the most delicious orgasm. The master smiled up at her knowing that the movements of her hips and legs had nothing to do with her hanging.
Her reverie was interrupted by the arrival of Suzette. Although they were not related, Suzette appeared to be Yvette’s younger sister. She came into the room, eyes downcast. Suzette walked over to where Yvette stood and said, "I’m sorry, the master sent me to fetch this foot stool." She bit her lip as she knelt to take hold of the stool.
"Suzette," Yvette snapped nervously, "aren’t you forgetting something? You need to untie me and let me get down before you remove the stool"
The girl stood back up, looking at Yvette’s face for the first time.
"Oh, Yvette, would that I could. Master said to fetch the footstool. He said if I let you down first he would put me in your place."
"Oh, Suzette, you foolish girl. The master is having a little jest with you. What do you think he will do with you if you hang one of his favorites? Now be a good girl and let me down.
To Charlotte’s horror, Suzette went behind Yvette and untied her wrists.
"Stop that...don’t let her down you little fool..."
Having removed the rope from around Yvette’s wrists, Suzette turned to confront Charlotte.
"I’m not foolish. I like Miss Yvette."
Not wasting anytime, Yvette unwound the flexible tube from around her throat. She stepped down from the stool directly behind Suzette. She quickly grabbed the unsuspecting girl’s wrists and pulled her arms behind her back. Yvette began to loop the velvet cord around Suzette’s wrists as the poor girl tried vainly to pull away.
"Here...what are you doing?" Suzette cried as she tried to free herself. Suzette found her wrists were already secured by several loops of the rope and her struggles were quite futile.
"Suzette, I told you not to let her loose. Now you‘ll be sorry when the master finds out. You’ll be..."
Without warning Yvette swung Suzette around and kicked out her leg. Yvette’s foot caught Charlotte’s stool solidly. The force of the blow tipped the stool, shifting Charlottes weight to one side. Before she could regain her balance one of her feet slid off and the stool fell out from under her.
Charlotte dropped a few inches before the hosing tightened to stop her fall. Her legs opened and closed wildly like a pair of out of control scissors as she tried to find support. Gurgling noises came from her gaping mouth. Her chest heaved in a vain attempt to suck in air.
"Ha, I told you," Yvette snarled at the hanging girl, "I like your mouth open a lot more with you dangling from the ceiling."
Yvette finished binding Suzette’s wrists then forced the whimpering girl to step up on the stool that Yvette had recently vacated.
"Watch sweet Charlotte, my pet, she is teaching you an interesting dance step."
"Oh, please, Miss Yvette....I never did nothing to you."
"Gack....ack...hhhmmmph..." Charlotte made strangled gasps and groans beside them as Yvette stood on the recently vacated stool so she could fasten the loose end of the tubing over Suzette’s head. She wound the tubing around Suzette’s slender throat and then stepped down and slid the stool well out of reach of either woman.
"That should do it...oh, I believe the master wanted this stool, dear Suzette," Yvette said as she bent and quickly pulled the stool from under Suzette’s feet. The young girl’s plea for mercy was cut off as the loop of pipe bit into her neck. Her feet stopped well above the floor as she began to hang.
Yvette watched the two women hanging. Charlotte’s movements were quickly slowing. Her face was already turning a lovely shade of purple. Her swollen tongue protruded from her mouth and mascara streaked tears ran down her checks. Her hands twitched and her feet still moved up and down but more slowly than when she had begun to hang. Suzette on the other hand was peddling her legs as fast as she could. Her shoulders hunched, arms lifting up behind her back as she tried to reach the deadly tube. Yvette watched the tube tighten around poor Suzettes’ throat. The girl’s mouth was wide open and her eyes clinched tightly shut as she strangled.
Yvette then turned and walked from the room.
As Suzette continued to struggle her body turned slightly, her eyes opened and she saw Charlotte hanging limply. Charlotte’s eyes had rolled back in her head, eyelids drooping which made it appear as if Charlotte had only white eyes against her bloated and purple face. Her tongue stuck grotesquely from between her lips. There was now an only a slight twitch of arms and legs as if she had a nervous tick. Suzette looked down and saw her own feet pushing up but of course there was nothing under them. She tried to scream for help and was horrified that only a faint, all but strangled gurgle escaped her lips.
She looked at Charlotte’s face again and knew she was looking in a mirror that reflected her own impending death. Suzette was not surprised that she did not enjoy this dance at all.