She hated Becky; she really hated that bitch. Becky had Ryan’s heart and soul. The irony of it all was that she seemed to have him even more now that she was dead.
The crazy bitch had given her life for him… had deliberately sacrificed herself. And now she seemed to be his. It was all he ever thought about.
Selena was insanely jealous, but there wasn’t anything she could do about it. The bitch was dead… and still she seemed to weigh heavily upon his mind. That much was clearly obvious.
Selena had wracked her brain for weeks trying to figure out how to draw him closer to her, how to make him focus on the loving attention she always gave him. But all of her efforts appeared to be in vain. He made love to her, even fucked her as often as she desired. But his heart and his mind were clearly elsewhere.
She sought answers for his distraction, sought understanding as to why Becky still seemed to be on his mind. But no answers were forthcoming. Then she sought out the one person she thought might have some insight into his behavior, another female she did not like very well. She sought out his mother.
“Why is his heart on Becky so much?” she asked the woman the next time their paths crossed. “Why is he so obsessed with her?”
The woman looked at her kindly. But the words she uttered made absolutely no sense to her whatsoever… “How did Becky die?”
“She hung herself for him,” Selena snorted in disgust. Ryan’s mother nodded solemnly… and then calmly turned and walked away.
“Wait!” she called out to the departing woman. “You have not given me an answer!”
“Oh but I have,” the woman said as she rounded the corner and disappeared…
Selena was baffled by such a cryptic response… baffled by it for weeks. She was baffled by it when she and Ryan fucked a few days later… and was once again painfully aware his mind appeared to be somewhere else. She was tempted to ask him personally, but that was an action one simply didn’t take when one was in her position.
She finally went to the room down in the basement where the bitch had hung herself. It was dark but the noose was still there, clearly visible hanging over the edge of the elevated platform. She shook her head muttering, “That crazy bitch.”
She climbed onto the platform, reached out and took hold of the noose. She gripped it in her hands, curiously studying it for the longest time. But it refused to give up its secrets.
On impulse she pulled it down over her head. Then she stood there on the edge of the platform, contemplating what it must have felt like for the crazy bitch to step off the way she did. She was astonished the way her nipples had suddenly hardened beneath her flimsy wrap.
She stood there for the longest time, trying to remember the events of the moment Becky had hung herself right down here in front of Ryan. She had watched unseen from a darkened corner, curious as to why the crazy bitch had pulled such a suicidal stunt. It still made no sense to her.
She remembered Becky’s dance in the rope the moment she had stepped off the front of the platform to dangle a couple of feet off the floor. It was a lewd dance the way her naked body had fought the noose. Her pussy had turned pink and wet as her clit had swollen; she had even pissed herself. And she had suggestively humped the air with her dying body.
Ryan had watched in silence the whole time. But Selena remembered the hardening of his cock as he stood there naked, the intense look of arousal in his features. Becky had painfully kicked her life away. And yet he had watched as though totally enthralled with her performance.
She remembered the moment Becky’s bladder had released, the splattering of piss upon the floor. Then Becky had hung quietly, her naked body twitching and jerking. It had been repulsive… and yet she had found it strangely thrilling.
He had lovingly pulled her body down, laying it out on a bench. Then he had started making love to it. Soon she recalled he was fucking the corpse with wild abandon, murmuring her name over and over again. It was almost as though…
Selena abruptly pulled the noose off from around her head, staring at it in complete and utter shock. What secrets was it hiding?? Then she thought she heard a response, a faint whisper of something.
Was it a sound from the manor? Was someone calling for her from somewhere on the floor above? …was it Ryan perhaps?
She paused to listen carefully; it was quiet and dark where she stood. Then she thought she heard it again. This time there was no mistaking the words.
It made her recoil, quickly discarding the noose in her hand as though it were a snake. Then she fled the basement in fright, her heart beating fast…
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For days the noose haunted her thoughts. At night she dreamed of Becky hanging for Ryan, of his cock hardening during her lewd dance and of his subsequent fucking of her corpse. It made her restless… melancholy. She hated Becky more than ever… and the bitch was still DEAD!
One evening after a particularly unsatisfying lovemaking session with Ryan she wandered down to the basement, entering that same room in her sheer black wrap. She found herself staring up at the noose again, peering intently at it while trying to fathom its mysteries. Her memory returned to that fateful night of Becky’s hanging… the way that crazy bitch had forfeited her life to him and how he had fully given himself to her both body and soul by fucking her corpse.
She climbed up onto the platform again, walking to the center where she reached out and pulled the dangling noose toward her. She stared intently at it, trying to divine the answer to the mystery before her. Then she heard a sound, causing her to look up with a jolt.
Ryan was in the room with her, standing there nude in front of the platform. She tried to release the noose in her hand but strangely she could not let go. Then she looked more closely at him.
There was something in his eyes she hadn’t seen in a long time. This time he was looking at her in a much different way. It was as though some sort of deeply intense longing had appeared in his features.
She looked at him curiously without speaking; had he followed her down here? She did not know. Surely she would have noticed if he was trailing her, wouldn’t she?
She looked in his direction and then at the noose in her hand. Her eyes asked him a question that went unanswered as he stared at her. But wait… was his penis now stirring? Was THAT her answer??
She continued to look at him without speaking, becoming aware of the increased beating of her heart as well as the shortness of her breath. But he did not break the silence of the room. What was he waiting for??
As if by instinct she slowly brought the noose over her head, carefully watching for a reaction. What she saw out of him was a sharp inhalation of breath as his cock twitched visibly. Now the appendage she enjoyed so much seemed to be harder than ever!
Selena stared at Ryan as he stared back at her, neither one speaking. Her heart beat faster as her nipples hardened beneath her wrap. Why was this affecting her in such a strange manner?
She remembered Becky’s naked body standing where she now stood, remembered the crazy bitch deliberately cinching the noose tightly. Her eyes questioned Ryan again but there was no indication of a response. He simply stood there as though waiting to see what she would do.
Very slowly she shifted the noose around, placing the knot near her left ear. Then she slowly tightened it, her eyes never leaving Ryan the entire time. He inhaled again, his cock stiffly erect. She could just make out a glisten of precum pooling inside the very tip.
She remembered that strange sound the other day that had scared her, the words she had heard. She suddenly heard them again, although Ryan’s lips never moved. She hadn’t spoken either; she was sure they had not come from her! But she was equally certain he’d heard nothing by his lack of reaction.
She looked at him in silence with the noose snugged tightly around her throat. Its scratchy presence around her neck gave her the shivers, yet her nipples were incredibly hard from a strange arousal. She stared at Ryan… and then slowly pulled her wrap open to hang from her shoulders, deliberately exposing to him her heaving mounds and erect nipples.
He inhaled sharply again as once more his cock twitched. This time he reached down for it, almost grabbing it as he ran his fingers along the length of the shaft. He had never done that while Becky was hanging.
Selena’s eyes never left his as she stood there panting for breath, her chest heaving and her nipples fully erect. His eyes never left her either. On the contrary, he almost seemed to be lusting after her as she stood there in her vulnerable state! It made Selena’s heart skip a beat having not seen such desire in his eyes for her body for a very long time.
She thought of his mother’s words, remembered the way Becky had deliberately stepped off the platform to her death. She remembered Ryan’s reaction, remembered how enthralled he had been and what he had done to the body afterwards. And she remembered all the times later on when his mind was not on her during their many love-making and fucking sessions.
As if in a dream Selena slowly brought her arms behind her back, entangling them in her wrap as it hung by the straps from her shoulders. Then she stepped forward to the edge of the platform. The entire time her eyes never left Ryan’s as though curious to see his reaction.
He gasped again, this time grasping his cock but not stroking it. And still he had not spoken a word. Again her heart skipped a beat, her chest heaving as she struggled to breathe normally.
For a long moment they stood staring at each other as though frozen in the moment. Then Selena swore she heard those words again, a quiet whisper in her ear. Had Becky heard those same words?
She was trembling, her legs becoming rubbery as two conflicting sides of the same individual debated in her mind. But the side that won was the side that wanted to see him stroke that cock, wanted that lust in his eyes to remain focused on her and her alone. So she succumbed to those whispered words… “Give yourself to him” as she stepped off the edge of the platform.
The moment she hit the end of the rope she started to kick. Instantly her mind began questioning what the hell had made her do it. But she was too busy fighting to live, too busy fighting the noose.
And then she saw Ryan vigorously stroking his cock…
Something warm blossomed inside her as she began humping the air, dancing lewdly as she thrust in his direction. That only made him stroke his cock harder. He had NEVER done that during Becky’s lewd dance!
She rasped and gurgled, her arms tangled in the wrap behind her back similar to the way Becky had secured her arms behind hers. Perspiration dripped off her naked body as she danced and gyrated while thrashing about. At one point she kicked off a heel, but that only seemed to inspire Ryan to stroke his cock even harder.
It hurt like hell; she could feel her face darkening from lack of oxygen. But there was something pleasurable swelling within her. Ryan was still stroking… gawd, he was stroking because of HER!!
Selena felt it go off inside her, an unbelievable warmth of extreme pleasure. She humped the air in his direction in ecstasy, causing him to stroke even harder. She couldn’t breathe; it hurt so bad; what had she done; was she insane?? But the whole time he kept jerking on his cock as he watched her. It made her giddy with happiness despite the agony she felt…
Yes… yes… stroke, my darling… stroke for me… enjoy my dance of death!!
With one last thrust of her hips she went limp, totally exhausted. Selena hung quietly, her naked body gently swaying back and forth. Her lips were parted, her tongue protruding.
Her organs were dying; she could feel them starting to fail inside her. But all that mattered was Ryan’s reaction. All that mattered was that he would no longer care about that bitch Becky.
He suddenly jumped up onto the platform, something she definitely hadn’t seen him do while Becky was hanging. Then he reached out and pulled her naked body to him. She actually felt his stiff prick thrust up into her swollen cunt, heard him lovingly whisper her name over and over again…
“Oh Selena… Selena… my beloved Selena… gawd, you are so beautiful… my precious, beloved Selena!” Then he was thrusting in and out of her, fucking her while she was still in the noose. He certainly hadn’t done that to Becky, that bitch!
Selena tried to speak words of love to her master. But she couldn’t even breathe; her breath was choked off. So she gave him the best look of love she was capable of giving. That’s when his cock went off inside her.
Selena felt the warmth of his seed being pumped into her dying body. Then she shuddered as a small orgasm went off inside her. She was grateful she was still conscious enough to feel him give his greatest gift to her… the gift of himself. Then her vision began to fade as her eyes glazed over, her bladder releasing. Her last conscious thought was that he no longer belonged to that bitch Becky!
Now he belonged to her…
Ryan lovingly thrust in and out of her twitching, yielding cunt as his seed and her piss mixed to slither down her legs, splattering onto the floor. “Oh Selena, my Selena,” he kept murmuring tenderly. It had been so incredible; she had totally given herself to him without the slightest effort on his part! He would never forget this precious, totally erotic gift she had lovingly bestowed upon him for as long as he lived…
© 2016 (written Mar 26 ’16 by riwa)
(Inspired by pictures found in Cypher’s DFN album.)