A night to remember 4

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Snuff slut Heather

“Ladies and gentlemen, now you’re in for a real treat!” Mistress Chastity announced grandly. “My last slut for you is sexy as hell. Her death promises to be quite a show!”

She paused for a moment as though looking around for a particular individual out in the audience. She smiled at someone in recognition. Then she continued…

“I see her husband is in attendance tonight. I know she wants to put on a good performance, not only to please him but to please all of you as well. When I told her how I was going to snuff her, she asked if she could dress properly for the occasion. Now that’s the kind of slut we can all get off on!”

Chastity paused dramatically to catch her breath as the crowd politely applauded. I was just as worked up as everyone else. But I was starting to wish I’d used that attendant’s services.

Heather appeared to be breathing heavily in anticipation of her presentation. Her nipples appeared to be quite hard. “Folks, this is one performance I’m really looking forward to,” Mistress explained eagerly. “I can tell just by looking at her: this slut wants to swing for you. Ladies and gentlemen, dancing on the gallows I give you… SNUFF SLUT HEATHER!”

Mistress gestured grandly as the Club broke out in wild applause. I watched as Nadia and Felicity made a move toward the woman. She lifted her arms up as though indicating she would do it on her own.

Heather was wobbly on her black, fuck-me heels. But she walked to the steps under her own power. The two attendants followed behind her at a respectful distance.

Mistress and Monique were there to meet her at the top of the steps. “There you are, honey,” Chastity said eagerly, reaching out to embrace her. “So nice of you to join us. You look absolutely scrumptious!”

Despite her apprehension, Heather appeared embarrassed at all the attention she was getting. “Just look at those legs!” Mistress gasped in delight as she reached down and caressed the fishnet-covered limbs. “Those are going to kick up so divinely. Baby, I can’t wait to get you up in the air. You look so sexy that it makes me want to touch you all over.”

Chastity couldn’t keep her hands off her. She and Monique carefully moved her into position below the dangling noose. The club co-owner almost seemed overcome with rapture.

“Gawd, honey; just look at you!” Mistress gasped, waving her hand in front of herself as though she was suffering from the vapors. “Just look at those nipples! Gawd; I could eat you up!”

Chastity immediately latched onto the nearest one. She began sucking quietly, moaning like a bitch in heat. Monique looked like she was just as affected.

She ran her hands all over the quivering woman’s flesh. The executrix smiled as she cooed softly at her. Heather closed her eyes and breathed heavily, the results of her arousal dripping from her wet slit.

“Look at this, Mistress,” my wife observed as she slipped a couple of fingers inside. Heather moaned as her legs instinctively came together. When Monique pulled them out, Chastity parted her lips, allowing my wife to slip her fingers into the co-owner’s hungry mouth.

“Pure ambrosia,” Mistress purred. “Gawd, honey; you’ve got me all worked up! Can you imagine how excited your husband must be? Do you realize how many men out there want you at this very moment?”

The comment seemed to embarrass Heather even more despite the knowledge she was about to hang. She actually blushed. “Honey, we want those gorgeous tits of yours to stick out,” Chastity explained to her. “So we’re going to tie your arms behind your back good and hard now. There’s nothing like a helpless female waiting for the noose that really gets my blood boiling.”

My wife roughly pulled Heather’s arms behind her back. Mistress continued caressing the trembling woman’s naked flesh. She paused now and then to give her lingering kisses.

It was as though she was seducing her for the noose. The poor thing whimpered helplessly. Heather appeared extremely nervous. But she didn’t cry out or beg or anything.

Mistress picked up on it rather quickly. She beamed with pride. “I’m so impressed with you!” she gushed. “You’re not protesting or struggling or anything. You’re really going to give us a great show, aren’t you!”

Heather gulped anxiously. She exhaled nervously as though she’d been holding her breath. But once more she didn’t respond.

With a strong tug, Monique strapped her arms behind her back, crisscrossing them wrist to elbow. Heather let out a painful cry, only to have Mistress hungrily envelop her lips. Heather let out a moan as she was kissed hard.

“I love it when it hurts you, baby,” Chastity gasped when she came up for air. “So innocent – so helpless. Yet I can see it in your eyes. You really want this; don’t you, honey!”

Heather’s eyes flashed in alarm. Mistress reached up and pulled down the noose. Heather gasped and whimpered the moment she draped the coil over the trembling woman’s chest.

“Do you like the feel of the rope?” Mistress chuckled as though toying with her. “Would you like to feel it around your neck? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Heather gasped and moaned. It looked like she was having a little trouble staying on her feet. That’s when Chastity seductively dragged the noose back and forth over Heather’s erect nipples.

Monique finished with her arms. Then my wife bent down near one of the supports. She produced a black butt-plug that had been left there out of sight.

Mistress smiled and nodded at her. “Well done, my pretty. We can’t have the slut soiling my stage now, can we? Let her see it!”

Monique brought it around and waved it in front of Heather. It was rather impressive in size. The poor thing gasped in alarm. It must have been quite humiliating knowing she was going to be plugged like a common criminal to keep from soiling herself.

“Stick it in, my dear,” Mistress told my wife. “Don’t be none to gentle either. It’s all a part of our noose slut’s experience… part of her humiliation. We wouldn’t want her to miss out on any of it now, would we?” Monique smiled as though she was looking forward to it.

My wife stepped behind her. We all heard Heather gasp. She stiffened and winced, whimpering in pain and embarrassment. Then her eyes snapped open.

She let out a cry as Monique brutally shoved it home. Heather moaned and whimpered. Now she truly looked humiliated as she stood there shaking like a leaf.

Mistress chuckled at her before she went back to lovingly molesting her. “Baby; I love your pain. Now I’m looking forward to the noose giving you such exquisite agony.”

Heather trembled like crazy. Chastity and Monique caressed her naked, shivering body all over. They cooed seductively at her as they worked at breaking down any remaining barriers.

Heather winced as she squirmed uncomfortably. “That plug hurts, baby?” Mistress asked softly. “But it’s supposed to hurt. It’s going to hurt even more when that noose closes off your windpipe. But I think you really want that sweet asphyxiation, don’t you?”

Heather’s voice was low. But one of our directional microphones picked up every syllable. It was arousing as hell to hear her whisper, “Yes. Gawd, yes; I think I want it.”

Mistress gasped excitedly at having such an exquisite slut to hang. “You had no idea how hot it makes me to hear you say that. You really want to hang for me; don’t you, honey? You want to hang for your husband and for all these nice people out there watching, don’t you!”

Mistress ran a hand down past Heather’s black garter. She lovingly rubbed it back and forth over the woman’s wet slit. Heather moaned softly, whimpering and wincing as though she had to pee again.

Chastity milked it for all it was worth. “Tell me you want me to put this rope around your neck. Tell me how badly you want to feel it around your throat.”

The spectators remained quiet, although a few were murmuring softly. It was as though they all wanted to hear every word of this incredible dialogue coming from up on stage. Every eye was upon the scene taking place at the gallows.

Mistress and my wife fondled and caressed the trembling woman. Heather appeared to weaken for a moment. The two women quickly grabbed her to help hold her up.

“Yes” came the soft, trembling voice through the speaker system, sounding as though she couldn’t help herself. It was almost like she was in a trance or something. “…please… around my neck…”

“You want it, don’t you,” Mistress breathed seductively, nudging her toward the edge of the precipice.

“Yes… please…”

For a minute I thought Chastity was going to orgasm. She had to take a deep breath to calm herself from her highly aroused state.

She slowly and deliberately draped the noose around the trembling woman’s neck. Heather inhaled sharply at feeling the deadly coil caress her skin. Then the poor thing moaned softly

At that point I really had to wonder. Had she and her husband engaged in several previous discussions on the topic of her swinging from a noose for his benefit? She never once protested, nor did she beg for her life.

She seemed to be responding as though the idea of hanging had a certain erotic appeal to her. It was certainly leaving her breathless as hell. I could actually see her slit glistening from her arousal.

Both women were all over her with their hands. Yet they left enough of a frontal view so we could all see what was happening. They pawed her and cooed at her, rubbing her wet slit and leaving the poor thing weak and helpless.

Mistress kept talking to her as though taunting her. “Does that feel good, honey? Do you like feeling that around your neck?”

“Yes… gawd, yes…”

“You’re excited, baby; you’re trembling like a leaf. You like this, don’t you? Would you like it a little tighter?”

“Yes… tighter… oh gawd…”

“Are you sure?” Mistress seemed to be teasing and seducing her at the same time.

“Tighter… please… oh gawd…”

Chastity took hold of the rope. She abruptly pulled it tight around Heather’s neck. The poor thing gasped.

She suddenly started writhing as though she had to pee. She mewled and was left gasping to get her breath back. Sarah was totally ignored, left to writhe quietly in her chair with a low dose of current, her eyes wide at what she was witnessing. Hell, we’d all but forgotten about her!

“You want to hang for us; don’t you, baby?” Chastity was filled with breathless excitement. Heather whimpered, nodding her head as though it was so hard for her to actually admit it.

“Tell me!” Mistress pressed cruelly. “Tell me you want to hang. Tell me you want to strangle to death for me and for your husband.”

“Yes.” A tremor in her voice… tears in her eyes…

“Tell me you want me to take the slack out of the rope…”

“Yes.” Soft… breathless… aroused… embarrassed… appearing unable to resist…

“Tell me!” Cruel… eager… wanting the woman to beg for it…

“Tighter… take the slack out… hang me…” Embarrassed… humiliated… yet a voice filled with longing…

Heather’s breasts were swollen, her nipples hard and pointed. Her labia were fully engorged; her slit dripping copiously. There wasn’t a man watching who didn’t want to take her right then and ravage her. No doubt there were quite a few women who felt the same way.

Mistress reached over toward the controls. With a quiet hum, the slack was taken out of the rope. Chastity stopped just before it started to pull the young woman up onto her toes.

There was enough tension in the noose for Heather to notice. She gasped anxiously, appearing to focus on someone in the audience. I glanced over to see her husband staring back in wide-eyed excitement as an attendant on her knees slowly worked his exposed cock.

“You want to hang for him; don’t you, baby.”

“Yes…” There was a tremor in her voice as her body shook with nervous excitement…

“You want me to hang you, don’t you?”

“Yes…”

“Do you know how hot it’s going to make me watching you strangle to death in the noose, honey?”

“Oh gawd…”

“Would you like it tighter?”

“Oh gawd… I… I can’t…”

“Would you?”

“Yes… gawd yes…”

There was a quiet hum. Heather gawked as the noose tightened. This time it pulled her up until her heels shuffled to help keep her balance.

She appeared to start writhing again. It looked as though she had to pee once more. She coughed and gurgled as tears welled up in her eyes.

Mistress lustfully rubbed the woman’s dripping slit. It caused the poor girl to wriggle in response. Chastity brought her wet fingers to her mouth, savoring the flavor.

“Honey; you taste divine. I wonder how you will taste after death.” The response she got was a low moan.

“You really want to hang, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes… gawd I shouldn’t… I can’t… I…”

“Tell me.”

“Gawd, I… I…”

Mistress was as cruel as she was seductive. Obviously she wanted to hear it from Heather’s lips. Actually I think we all did as it was terribly arousing. Where the hell was that damned attendant??

“Tell me, honey. Tell me you want me to hang you. Tell me you want me to snuff you right here and now.”

Heather could take it no longer. “Hang me,” she croaked, tears in her eyes. “Please… oh gawd… I can’t stand it…”

“You really want this, don’t you, honey?”

“Yes…”

“You need this, don’t you?”

“I… I… gawd, yes…”

“Tell me again.”

“Please… don’t make me… say it again…”

“Tell me, honey…”

“Gawd, I… I…”

“Go ahead and tell me again, honey. It’s all right. We love hearing you say it…”

“Gawd! I want… I want you to… hang me… please…snuff me now…”

Mistress rubbed her slit harder. “You need it; don’t you, baby?”

“N-need it… p-please… ohgawd…”

“Need what, baby?

“Hang me… please… need it…” Heather seemed to be on the verge of a massive orgasm.

“More tension, baby?” Mistress breathed at her. Then she reached over and activated the controls.

Heather was pulled up a little more until she was balancing on her toes. She gawked as she almost orgasmed. Her heels shifted in an instinctive effort to ease the tension around her neck.

Monique was quiet the entire time, allowing Mistress to take control. But she continued to lovingly caress Heather’s naked flesh. Mistress just kept torturing her with her words…

“How’s that, baby? You like that?”

“Gawd……. more….. want….. to cum……” Heather gasped with delicious choking sounds.

I heard quiet gasps coming from all around me. It felt like the tension was building in the entire room. It was a tension only Heather’s hanging could release.

If anything her nipples seemed even harder. I saw trickles of her fluids glisten as they slithered down her fishnet-covered legs. “You really want to hang for me, baby?” Mistress cooed naughtily.

“Yes…” It was a voice half choked, yet full of desire…

“You want to hang for your husband?”

“Yes… want to… hang for…”

“You want to hang for all these lovely people out there?” Chastity motioned in the direction of the spectators. Heather glurked as she tried to nod…

“Look at them, honey,” Mistress instructed, motioning to the breathless spectators. “See them all lusting after you? Right now every man wants to fuck you. See the look in your husband’s eyes? He wants you to hang, honey. He wants you to suffer like never before. See all those women out there? Do you know how many want to taste the pearls of your dripping arousal right now? Do you know how many of them wish they were in your heels, if only for one painful moment? Honey, you’ve got the best seat in the house!”

Heather rasped and gurgled. She shuffled on her heels, her breasts jutting out proudly. Her erect nipples displayed her great arousal.

“Say the word,” Mistress told her softly. “Tell me what you want; tell me what you need. Tell me, and I’ll send you off to ecstasy; ok, baby? Just say the word and it’s done.”

Chastity’s hand strayed toward the controls. She could hardly stand the suspense. Heather rasped as she tried to catch her breath.

It was deathly quiet. The directional microphones were no longer needed. Everyone could hear the drama as they waited all quiet and breathless.

Would Heather do it? Would she say the words that would condemn her to death by strangulation?

Heather locked eyes on someone in the audience. I was pretty sure it was her husband. She kept them there as she choked out the words in her state of partial asphyxiation…

“Hang me…… please……. I want..… to hang…… I…… I need it….. please….. hang me!”

“Your wish is my pleasure, baby.”

Mistress and Monique both stepped aside. Chastity activated the controls. Heather was abruptly lifted up into the air until her toes wriggled a couple of feet above the floor of the gallows.

Her eyes opened wide in shock at the increased tension around her neck. She began thrusting with her torso as though trying to fuck the air in front of her. Fluid sprayed out of her crotch as she grunted, her naked body twisting and gyrating.

“Gawd; she’s cumming!” Mistress gasped as her hand plunged down to her crotch. I was pretty sure Monique was doing the exact same thing.

Heather’s pussy lips flared as her legs started to kick. Her torso thrust out even harder as she jerked herself in the noose. Her naked body swung back and forth, twisting erotically.

Her bound arms jerked frantically behind her back as though trying to free herself. It made her breasts jut out even more. Chastity’s words proved accurate; I really did want to fuck the hell out of the hanging slut!

Heather’s knees came together as she did something of a bunny hop. It seemed to set the noose even tighter around her neck. Her fishnet-covered legs exploded every which way as she fought the rope.

By now I suspected she was having second thoughts. Her face went crimson as her brain began to starve for blood and oxygen. But there was no way in hell Mistress was going to let her back down, certainly not at this stage of the game.

She swung wildly as her body twisted. Droplets of her arousal fell everywhere underneath her. Then she began humping the air again.

Mistress let out a cry of “Oh, FUCK; THAT’S HOT!” Then she went off in a violent orgasm, furiously jamming her hand into her sloppy cunt. My wife was not that far behind her.

All around me I heard gasps and grunts. Some people were writhing while others grabbed sexual body parts. It was an incredible orgy of unbridled bloodlust.

Heather’s gyrations lessened, although her knees jerked upward a couple of times. That only succeeded in further tightening the noose. Then she stopped struggling.

Her body twisted and swayed back and forth, sweat glistening off her naked flesh. Her face began to turn a nasty shade of bluish purple. I could see her chest heave from her attempts to get air down into her lungs.

There were the faintest of rasps as though she was getting no more than a wisp of air down her throat. She jerked and twitched until her knees came up one more time. They kicked together, bouncing her in the noose in a futile attempt to loosen the coil around her throat.

Once more she hung limp. Her eyes reflected the pain of her strangulation as she swayed back and forth. Then her legs exploded one last time, kicking all around with no discernable purpose.

They went still after a short time until she shuddered as she hung limp. Scattered muscles twitched from various nerve impulses. Signals from her brain were no longer getting through.

There was an internal gurgling sound as the directional microphone picked up the death rattle within her. Her legs spasmed briefly as though wanting to kick and then having second thoughts about it.  Then her body hung limp and lifeless, swaying softly as it gently twisted in place.

Somehow her heels remained in place throughout all that dancing. It was probably for the best because the floor was wet underneath her from her dripping cunt. The only thing left was for her to piss herself.

As if on cue, I saw a stream of urine run down her fishnet-covered legs. It splattered in a puddle onto the floor below her dangling feet. “GAWD!” Mistress breathed.

She shuddered hard, experiencing another orgasm. Monique just stared in reverent awe. The spectators around me remained absolutely silent, totally caught up in what was happening up on the stage.

Mistress finally stopped Heather’s swaying body. She lovingly caressed her naked, sweat-dripping form. “Honey; that was fantastic!” she gasped lovingly. “I hope that last one sent you out in a blaze of glory. It sure as hell set me off!”

Monique said nothing. She just continued to stare wondrously as though totally enraptured. I could tell the execution had profoundly affected her.

The sound of Sarah’s moans and whimpers interrupted Chastity’s reverie. She turned to look at her. “We seem to have forgot about you, honey,” she said with a snicker. “You really didn’t think I would, did you?”

Sarah grunted, pleading with her eyes. Mistress turned toward the audience and gestured grandly. “Who’d like to watch me fry the whore?”

For a moment nobody spoke. But I could hear murmurs of agreement all around me. I think everyone desperately needed an outlet from the incredible hanging they’d all just witnessed.

“Fry the whore,” someone murmured, loud enough to be heard. Then it came from another source and then another. Soon I heard a quiet chant of “Fry the whore – fry the whore!” It got louder as more voices joined in.

Mistress turned to look back at Sarah whose eyes had widened in utter horror. She tried to shake her head “No – don’t!”

Chastity teasingly fingered a button. Then Mistress turned back toward the audience. She could not help smiling with wicked amusement.

The chant grew louder… “Fry the whore – fry the whore!” Chastity turned back toward Sarah. She pointed the remote at her, fingering the button again.

Sarah’s eyes got even bigger. She cried out into her gag for Mistress not to do it. But the chant from the audience was getting louder until everyone around me was crying out “FRY THE WHORE – FRY THE WHORE!”

Mistress turned back toward them. I saw a look of extreme cruelty flash in her eyes. Then she turned back toward Sarah, pointing the remote at her.

“THEY WANT YOU DEAD!” she hollered loudly in order to be heard above the chant. “I WANT YOU DEAD TOO, YOU MISERABLE SLUT! SO DIE FOR ME, YOU FUCKING WHORE!” Then she activated the remote.

Sarah screamed into her gag as her body jerked from a massive jolt of current. Her whole body writhed as though she was on fire. She violently ground against the probes impaled inside her as though her muscles had a mind of their own.

There was the sound of crackling electricity. I saw blue arcs dance between Sarah’s tits. The seat of her chair flared a blue fire.

Another muffled scream was torn out of her lungs. It was a good thing her head was strapped down. Otherwise she might have given herself a bad case of whiplash.

The smell of burning flesh filled the air. Smoke drifted up from her crotch and nipples. Sarah’s eyes were open wide in pure horror as though she was staring into the eyes of some vengeful spirit.

Her muffled cries were abruptly cut off as though her vocal chords had been cut. Her body convulsed as a spray of urine spewed off her seat. Electricity crackled until Mistress finally hit a button on the remote again.

Sarah’s body appeared to collapse into the chair. Her horrified eyes stared vacantly. A tendril of smoke came up from her fried cunt.

A cheer erupted from the audience, immediately followed by wild applause. Our customers roared their approval, cheering and laughing and letting go as though it had all been bottled up for far too long. Mistress blushed at the ovation.

She took Monique’s hand. The two of them bowed low in gratitude to the gathered spectators. They were the most popular bitches in the entire facility.

The cheering finally died down. But excited conversation continued to buzz all around me. People started to depart, still talking about what an incredible performance they had just witnessed.

I knew our sex rooms were going to be doing a brisk business in short order. Several clients paused long enough to shake hands with me. They personally thank me as they passed by, even though I had virtually nothing to do with what had happened up on stage.

I caught sight of Carmen and Sophia and saw the shocked looks on their faces. No doubt they knew what they were in for, now that they had witnessed Chastity at her finest. Nadia and Felicity kept them rounded up so they couldn’t run off anywhere.

I had come damned close to creaming my trousers. I decided never again. I needed to fuck someone soon.

I looked expectantly at Mistress while nodding toward Carmen and Sophia. She must have read my mind because she smiled and nodded at me. ‘Good,’ I thought happily. ‘Soon I’ll be taken care of.’

The room was just about empty when Chastity and Monique descended from the stage. “Well, ladies,” she smiled wickedly at the remaining two while eagerly rubbing her hands together. “I think it’s time we adjourn to a more private venue so we can thoroughly enjoy ourselves. What do you think?”

Neither one got the chance to speak, because at that moment attendants Nicole and Tia walked up. Tia had been working for us for several months now. She had been the one who’d gone off with the poker player nicknamed Manhattan after he’d lost his stake in the poker game.

The expression on her face indicated something was amiss. I wondered if he’d become a problem in one of the sex rooms. Chastity saw her expression and was suddenly all business.

“Is something the matter, honey?”

With tears in her eyes, Tia silently lifted up her attendant’s tunic. That act was explanation enough. But it confirmed her pregnancy sensor had popped and was glowing ominously.

“Oh my,” Chastity observed with dismay. “That is most unfortunate.” Then she smiled, her eyes twinkling with lustful excitement as she added, “I think we can fit another execution into my schedule this evening.”

She smiled as though she would certainly enjoy watching Tia die. Then she asked, “So tell me, my dear girl. How would you like to be snuffed?”

The attendant looked right at me and in a trembling voice said, “Mr. Rick. I want Mr. Rick to do it.”

2010; 2020 (written Mar 23 ’10; ed. Jan 10 ‘20 by riwa)

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