Note: Last time I posted a consensual version before the changeover. So this is the non-consensual version I came up with back then that I never posted here until now.
Cassandra was looking forward to having her boyfriend Rory come over Christmas morning. His presents were under the tree and she was just getting ready to go to bed for the evening. But a strange noise in the living room got her attention.
She felt her heart racing as she peeked into the room. To her complete and utter shock a jolly old man with white hair, a white beard and a red fluffy suit turned to look at her. “Santa??” she gasped in surprise. “How did YOU get in here??”
“Do you really have to ask?” he answered with a quizzical smile.
“I guess not,” she replied a little sheepishly. “After all, you’re Santa.” At least she sure as hell HOPED he was Santa!
“I see you have some presents for your boyfriend Rory,” he told her, looking under the tree.
“That’s right,” she responded. Then she looked at him in shock. “How did you know he’s my boyfriend??!!”
“I’m Santa, little girl,” he responded with a smile. “I’m supposed to know these things! Besides,” he added with a sly grin. “I’m here to give him a special Christmas present and it involves you. Now please turn around for ol’ Saint Nick.”
Cassandra was more than a little confused. But she did as she was told without even thinking, especially since this was supposed to involve a present for her boyfriend from the jolly old elf himself! When he told her to bring her arms behind her back she did it without the least little hesitation.
“What’s this all about, Santa?” she wanted to know.
“Look over your right shoulder,” he instructed calmly as he bound her arms behind her back at her wrists. Cassandra turned to look…
…and then gasped in utter horror at the coarse hemp noose hanging in her living room!! It certainly hadn’t been there five minutes ago!!! How the hell had it appeared like that out of thin air???!!!
“Santa??” she stammered nervously, her eyes wide in utter astonishment. “I d-don’t understand!! Wh-what’s happening??!!”
“I told you; it’s a present for your boyfriend,” he explained nonchalantly. “Now be a good girl and step up onto that stool please.”
“What stool?” she asked in confusion. When she looked at the floor she cried out with a start to see that one was now standing directly underneath the noose where one had not been mere moments ago!!!
“Up – up – up!” he urged, grabbing the noose as he pushed her forward. “It’s Christmas Eve; I have a busy night ahead of me! No time for dilly-dallying, you know.”
Cassandra whimpered as she numbly stepped up onto the stool in her heels. She couldn’t believe this was happening; surely she had to be dreaming right now!! If only she could wake up!!!
“That’s a good girl,” Santa said as he steadied her upon the stool. Then he looped the coil over her neck. Cassandra inhaled sharply, unable to believe this was really happening to her on Christmas Eve!!
“I think your boyfriend is really going to like this,” he told her as he snugged the knot tightly. “I’ve overheard him comment many times how naughty you’ve been and how he’d love for you to hang. He really wants you to suffer, you know.”
“Santa, that can’t be true!” she blurted out in horror. “Not my RORY???!!! He doesn’t really want me to HANG, does he???!!!”
“With all his heart,” the jolly old elf responded with a chuckle. “He’s been a really good boy this year. Besides, Santa hasn’t witnessed a good hanging in a long, long time. So this is just as much a present for me as it is for him!”
He pulled on the rope once more, making sure it was nice and tight. Cassandra gawked and whimpered, thunderstruck this was happening to her. “I guess we’re all set,” he said, pulling on the rope once more. “We’ve got to get you hanging right away, little girl. Santa’s got a lot of homes to visit before the night is over.”
“Now make sure you put on a good show for me,” he said as he bent over and grabbed onto the stool. “Santa is taking a digital video of this event to put on a flash drive so I can put it in Rory’s stocking. Let’s make it Rory’s best Christmas ever, shall we?”
“Santa; NO!” she gasped in horror, her body trembling like crazy. She was terrified out of her mind, her panties damp from the fear and horrific arousal of the moment. What’s more, she was deathly afraid she was going to wet herself and stain the carpet directly beneath her!!
There was no more time for thoughts or words as she felt him jerk on the stool beneath her feet. She started to shriek while attempting to keep her feet on it. A moment later her breath was cut off as it was jerked away.
She was jerked up short, her full weight taken up by the lethal coil. Her black heels fluttered for the floor beneath her to no avail. Then her legs exploded in a series of frantic kicks as she started to swing and twist while jolly old Saint Nick stood off to one side to enjoy the show, smiling appreciatively.
Cassandra gawked and gurgled, astonished at how much it hurt. What’s more, she could hardly breathe at all! She fought harder, kicking and jerking in a vain attempt to get the noose to loosen from around her neck. But her actions just made it tighten all the more.
Her lungs heaved for breath, her heart hammering in her chest. If this was only a dream then why the hell was she in so much agony?? Instinctively she thrust her chest out as though that might help relieve her distress, causing her breasts to jut outward rather attractively in the sweater she was wearing.
It hurt like hell; oh, how it hurt! She tried to scream but her windpipe had been choked off, the noose constricting tightly around her throat. She grunted and gurgled as her feet scissored frantically, her body twisting and swaying this way and that.
Something was dreadfully wrong; she couldn’t feel her arms and legs anymore! Then she started bucking and shuddering as she was overcome with an unexpected orgasm that washed warmly through her body. It was a cum so intense that it shamed her the way she was experiencing it right in front of ol’ Saint Nick! To add insult to injury she felt her bladder give way a few seconds later, warm urine trickling down her nyloned legs.
Cassandra felt her internal organs dying as more of her body became numb. She wasn’t struggling as much now, although stray muscles were spasming and twitching. The last thing she saw was Santa’s smiling face, his faraway voice telling her Merry Christmas and that her air-dance on video would be the best present her boyfriend was going to receive this year. Then she was aware of nothing at all, her consciousness spinning away into oblivion as the pain faded away.
Santa smiled at the sound of the death rattle emanating from the young woman’s throat. He twisted her lifeless body this way and that, examining her closely while making sure the camera he had taking video could view her from every angle. Stray muscles twitched here and there, but there was no longer a heartbeat.
He thanked her one last time for the special present her hanging had provided for him. Then he left her there for her boyfriend Rory to find the next morning. He wondered if the young man would use her body or not, but that was none of his concern. He had many others to visit, and this was to be a very busy night. At least the memory of her wonderful hanging would see him through the rest of the evening…
© 2013; 2015 (written for Rory M. Dec 20 ’13; ed. Dec 17 ‘15 by riwa)
(Pictures found on the Internet and used for illustration purposes only.)