Note: As my way of saying thanks for those who have donated and for those who have purchased stories at Riwas Reads, I decided to post this one to the library. And to all my other readers and fans: thanks for stopping by. I hope you enjoy this one. Dorothy and Emma sure did.
“I’m glad you could come over on such short notice, love.”
“Well, I had some free time before I was going to take a walk down near the beach. So what is it you wanted to show me?”
“It’s down in the basement. That’s the best place to show you.”
“The basement? Now you’ve got me curious.”
Dorothy escorted her sister down the stairs and took her to a room at the far end of the hall. “You should really get a kick out of this, love,” she told her with an amused smile. Emma couldn’t figure out what all this was about, although her curiosity had certainly been aroused.
Dorothy pushed open the door and Emma stepped through. Then she came to an abrupt halt, letting out a squawk of alarm when she saw the hangman’s noose dangling above a stool in the middle of the room. Some strange man who looked vaguely familiar stood nearby wearing only his pants.
“Bloody HELL!” Emma blurted out. “What’s going on down here??!!”
“Why haven’t you figured it out by now, love?” Dorothy giggled. “This is what you get for keeping your secrets hidden from me. I invited Richard to fly all the way over from America just to watch you hang!”
Emma blanched in horror… “Dottie; you’re joking!” That’s when she wet herself as her breath caught in her throat.
“Does it look like we’re joking?” Dorothy giggled. “C’mon now; get out of those clothes, love. Richard wants to see you naked! I told you you were going to get a kick out of this!” She giggled once again at her pun.
“You’re Richard?” Emma stammered at the man in the room. He just smiled, holding up a small length of rope in his hands. “That’s to tie your arms behind your back when you’re ready,” Dorothy giggled at her.
“Dottie, you can’t be serious!”
“…as a heart attack, love! Now get out of those clothes! We’ve not got all day, and we’ll have to dispose of your body by midnight!”
“Dottie; NO!”
“Would you like Richard to help you out of those clothes?” Dorothy chuckled. “I think he’d like that.”
Emma’s face flushed crimson as she began to strip. She was very slow, dragging her feet each time she removed another article of clothing. Finally she was left in her bra and knickers, extremely hesitant to remove the last of her attire covering her privates.
“C’mon – c’mon; all of it!” Dorothy demanded with a wave. “We haven’t got all night!”
Emma gulped as she slowly removed her bra. She could feel the heat of embarrassment on her face as she tossed the intimate garment onto her growing pile of clothes. “Now the knickers,” Dorothy waved impatiently. “C’mon – c’mon.”
Emma was trembling as she removed the last vestige of her dignity. Then she looked at her sister in abject horror, unable to believe this was happening to her.
“All right, love,” Dorothy told her American friend. “You can bind her arms behind her back now. She’s naked and ready for you!”
Richard stepped forward and roughly grabbed Emma’s wrists. She whimpered with terror, staring up at the noose as he pulled her arms behind her back. He was none too gentle tying her wrists together. She yelped a bit when the skin was pinched by the tightening rope.
“All set, love?” Dorothy asked with a giggle when he was done. Then she grinned at her sister as she observed, “My you look lovely for hanging tonight.” Emma whimpered again, unable to comprehend how this could possibly be happening to her.
“There’s just one last task to perform before he hangs you, love,” Dorothy told her sister. “You have to tip the hangman. This is the best part, and it will be so much fun to watch.” Then she stepped over, popped Richard’s belt loose, and then pulled down his pants, revealing a thick, hardening member.
“It’s a lovely cock, don’t you think?” Dorothy asked her trembling sister. “It tastes yummy; you’re in for a real treat! I’ve already had it several times since he’s been here.”
Emma blushed deeply again, trembling like crazy. Her nipples were hard, her pussy dripping like crazy. Surely this was a bloody nightmare!
“Kneel, you silly bitch!” Dorothy told her sister. When Emma hesitated, Dorothy put a hand on her shoulder and forced her down, barking, “I sad KNEEL!” Emma whimpered as she was forced onto her knees.
“Time for your protein shake before you hang, love,” Dorothy gasped with delight, pulling Richard over to stand right in front of her. But Emma hesitated again.
“SUCK, damn you!” Dorothy barked again, grabbing her sister by the back of the head and forcing her forward. Emma timidly took Richard’s dick into her mouth.
Dorothy cackled with sadistic glee as she forced Emma’s head forward. “Take it all the way down your throat, you silly bitch! No use hiding your fantasies from me now! I know all about your kinky thoughts! So a kinky slut like you should be willing and eager to gobble down another man’s cock! Now SUCK!”
Emma did as she was commanded, partly because her sister was forcing her with a hand on her head. Richard’s cock was forced so deep into her mouth that she gagged on it. It was bloody humiliating! But what made it all the worse was knowing the noose was right there waiting for her once the blowjob was concluded!
“How’s my sister, love?” Dorothy asked with wicked glee. “Is she giving you a lot of tongue? C’mon, love; GAG on it! We know how much you love to feast on cock, so this should be easy for you!”
Emma grunted and whimpered as her sister kept forcing her head forward. It made Richard’s cock hit the back of her throat, gagging her again. The thought of sucking the cock of the man who was going to hang her was humiliating beyond belief! But there was nothing she could do about it.
Richard grunted as he started to stiffen. Dorothy looked at her sister and then got a sinister grin on her face as a wicked idea sprang to mind. “She doesn’t deserve to swallow your cum, love,” she told him, “But she can bloody well wear it while she hangs!”
She pulled Richard’s cock out of her sister’s mouth just as it started to spurt. She grabbed it and took careful aim, laughing with delight as gobs of the creamy substance splattered upon Emma’s face, into her eyes and upon her cheeks. Then she wiped the tip of his cock it back and forth across Emma’s face and lips, making sure Richard left his entire deposit all over her face.
“There!” Dorothy crowed triumphantly. “A nice facial treatment for the slut who’s going to hang for us tonight! We know all about your fantasies now, love, so you might as well start living them!” Then she laughed as she added, “Well, in this case I guess you’ll only get to live them just this once! Richard? The noose, if you please?”
Richard grabbed the noose and pulled it down over Emma’s head. She promptly wet herself again the moment it touched her neck. She still couldn’t believe this was happening to her.
“Nice and snug now,” Dorothy instructed Richard. “We wouldn’t want her breaking her neck, would we? We want a nice, long hanging with a lot of gasping and kicking.”
Emma gasped in horror as he cinched it tight behind her left ear. “Now step up onto the stool,” Dorothy told her. “Does it look familiar? It’s the one you bought for me way back as a housewarming gift when I first moved in. I wanted something appropriate for this occasion. Don’t you just love the irony… hanged off the very stool you gave me?”
Emma wasn’t about to step up onto the stool until Richard grabbed the free end of the rope and took all the slack out of it. She gasped and yelped as she was forced to step up just to ease the tension in the rope. A moment later she was standing on the stool in her bare feet, trembling like crazy as she looked down at the floor below.
“Tie it off nice and tight, love,” Dorothy told Richard. “We don’t want her reaching the floor when we kick the stool away.” Emma whimpered again, frightened out of her wits. Her nipples were so hard they hurt, and her pussy was dripping shamefully.
She gasped as Richard took out the slack, only for Dorothy to tell him, “Pull her up on her toes, love. Make her feel what she’s in for.” Emma rasped as the rope tightened even more, pulling her up onto her toes and causing her to shuffle around.
“There now; isn’t that better?” Dorothy cooed softly at her sister as Richard tied the rope off. “Is THIS the type of fantasy you’ve been hiding in the dark recesses of that kinky little mind of yours, right? Isn’t THIS the ending you’ve been secretly fantasizing about?”
Emma rasped and gurgled, shuffling around on her toes trying to find the best spot to relieve the strain on her neck as Richard came over to admire his handiwork. Then he and Dorothy began to run their hands up and down her naked, quivering body, admiring her erect nipples and heaving breasts. Richard even fingered her dripping pussy, remarking how wet she was and that she must certainly be ready and eager to hang now.
“Is that true, love?” Dorothy tenderly asked her sister, lovingly fondling her breasts. “Are you looking forward to putting on a good show for us? I’m probably going to cum without even touching myself. As for Richard here? I’ll bet he spunks all over your body as you hang to death! Now isn’t that erotic? Aren’t you glad you came over tonight?”
Emma tried to tell them she wanted to be taken down, only to discover she could hardly force air through her partly constricted windpipe. She tried to blink cum out of her eyes as it stung pretty good. Richard saw the winking and blinking and took it the wrong way, not that it would have mattered either way…
“I think she can’t wait to hang for us, love,” he told Dorothy. “See how she’s blinking and winking at us? Why don’t you do the honors of kicking the stool out from under your sister? After all, she gave it to you as a housewarming present. It’s the least you can do to pay her back for hiding all her fantasies from you all this time!”
Dorothy grinned as she stepped forward. Emma panicked, trying to shake her head… “NO; DON’T!”
“This is for hiding your secrets from me, love! But don’t worry. Like I said before, you’re going to get a kick out of this! I know we certainly will.” Then Dorothy put her foot against the stool and pushed it backwards out from underneath her sister.
Emma hardly dropped at all as the noose took her full weight. Then her eyes flew open at the horror of what it felt like to have her windpipe severely crushed from the constricting coil. Her feet fluttered in vain for the stool that was no longer there. Then she gawked as she began to kick and pedal like crazy with her legs, her body swinging back and forth as it began to twist.
“Bloody hell; she looks great kicking her life away!” Dorothy gasped in awe. Then she bent over, begging Richard, “Take me from behind while she’s hanging, love! Take me; I’m so fucking hot for it right now!” Richard came up behind her, slid right in to her wet pussy and began to thrust good and hard.
Emma’s mouth opened and closed as she tried to breathe, tried to beg then to take her down, tried to scream. It hurt like hell; she had no idea it could hurt like hell! But her bitch sister and her lover from across the pond were too busy shagging while enjoying her deadly dance to care one iota about taking her down!
It swelled within her until she suddenly jerked her knees up, her pussy squirting as she wet herself. Her crazy sister let out a squeal of delight at the erotic spectacle… “The kinky bitch is cumming, love! That is so hot!” Then she begged Richard to shag her even harder.
Emma jerked her knees up again and again, trying in vain to loosen the rope around her neck. But that just tightened the coil around her throat all the more. Her legs suddenly exploded as she kicked every which way, her body swinging crazily as it twisted this way and that.
“BLOODY HELL; THAT’S SEXY!” Dorothy blurted out, her eyes glazed over in rapturous bliss. Richard just kept grunting as he hammered her cunt from behind. Emma couldn’t speak except for rasps and gurgles, her mouth gaping open as her tongue began to protrude, tasting the cum that slowly trickled down her face. All she could do was mentally beg them with pleading eyes to take her down so she could safely return to her husband and daughter before it was too late.
She became exhausted from the struggle, hanging limp as her feet fluttered. Stray muscles twitched in her arms and legs as her lack of oxygen spread to her inner organs. Her face had flushed hotly, turning red from lack of air while her lungs screamed at her. It was like trying to hold one’s breath with an elephant standing on one’s chest!!
All of the sudden she felt a rush of adrenaline as her mind screamed in horror. Emma began to kick all over again, thrusting her hips outward. “Bloody hell; she’s shagging in the noose!” Dorothy gasped. Then she screamed her orgasm as Richard relentlessly pounded her cunt from behind.
Emma jerked her knees upward one last time before complete and total exhaustion took over. Then she hung limp and lifeless. She was amazed how much it hurt and that she was still conscious enough to feel it!
She had just enough vision remaining to watch Richard pull his cock out of her sister’s pussy. Then he stepped up to her and spurted all over her stomach, pussy and thighs. With cum already dripping off her face, this was simply an added humiliation.
All of the sudden Emma was dimly aware of her bladder giving way. Hot piss splattered onto the floor directly beneath her feet. She could feel it running down her legs and dripping off her toes. It was the ultimate indignity, adding to everything else she’d already been forced to endure. Then her vision failed her, and her consciousness began to spiral away as she felt herself falling into the abyss………………………….
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Emma cried out with a start as she sat upright in her chair. Bloody hell; what a crazy dream! She winced as she realized she’d actually had an orgasm while she was asleep. She needed to take a shower. Maybe she’d have time to clean up before…
The phone rang in the living room and she got up to go answer it. It was her sister Dottie. “Hey, love! What are you doing right now?”
“Uh, nothing. I was thinking of taking a walk down by the beach later. Why do you ask?”
“How’d you like to come over to my house for awhile? I have something to show you down in my basement. I think you’re really going to get a kick out of it.” That’s when Emma dropped the phone in alarm as her breath caught in her throat.
“Emma? Emma, are you there? Emma, are you coming over or not…?”
© 2015
(written for Emma and Dorothy Feb 1 by riwa)
