Carrie finally slides off, allowing me to pant tiredly for breath. She closes in and kisses me hard again. “That was so fucking hot, Aunt Amanda! Now you can join mom and I the next time we play at the house.”
And with that she gets up and goes off, perhaps to find Hilary. I’m left panting tiredly for breath as the brunette looks at me with a sly grin on her face.
Chapter 2
“You’re probably a little thirsty and dehydrated right now; am I right?”
“You could say that,” I nod tiredly. “Is there somewhere we can go to get something to drink? A water fountain maybe?”
“I think I can do you one better.”
She stands upright. Then she reaches down with an arm to help me up. “Thanks,” I tell her. “By the way, my name is…”
She shakes her head as she brings a finger to her lips. “No names,” she says. “It’s not like it’s a hard and fast rule around here. But some of the ladies we meet aren’t going to live through the night. We don’t get attached to anyone except through sex and the excitement of watching a lot of hangings.”
“Will there be a lot?” I ask curiously. I suddenly feel nervous again. Am I at risk simply by being here?
“It depends on the crowd we get and who is eager to hang. This is my third visit.” That’s when she leads me out of the room, the orgy still in full swing behind us.
I look at her in surprise. “Your third? Tonight are you going to, uh…?”
She smiles coyly at me. “Hang myself? I don’t rightly know. Some girls come for the specific purpose of hanging themselves. Some come intending to watch and end up getting all caught up in the excitement.”
“Are there any who aren’t willing? To hang, I mean?”
Once more I’m wondering how much danger I might be in. Would my sister intervene in order to save me? What if she becomes overly enthusiastic to the point where she wants to watch me swing?
The brunette seems to understand my concerns. “If you’re in the building, it means you’re at least somewhat open to the possibility. Females who’d never want to risk it wouldn’t dare set foot inside the door. After all, there’s that temptation of losing yourself to the thrill of it all.”
“What if I don’t…? I mean… what if I’m not…?” I find myself filled with a sense of foreboding, along with a certain perverse arousal at the idea I might find myself dangling from a noose before the night is over.
“If you’re dead set against it, you probably shouldn’t be in here. On the other hand, if you have the least little curiosity on the matter…?” The brunette smiles at me as though she might very well enjoy watching me kick up a jig in the noose.
We round a corner and end up in a large room with tables and chairs. There’s some sort of wet bar along one wall. She leads me right over.
A couple of nudes are behind the wet bar. The MILF in short, dirty-blonde hair walks over to us and smiles. “What’ll it be, ladies? Need a quick pick-me-up? You look like you’ve been hard at it.”
“Two,” the brunette says, holding up her fingers while ordering for me. The MILF goes off to fix them for us.
I turn to ask the brunette about the drinks. She speaks up before I can utter a word as though anticipating my question. “Sorry, but there will be very little alcoholic content. Legal reasons, you know. We all have to be fully aware of our own decision to go for a swinging good time. We can’t have anyone claiming so-and-so got drunk or she would never have consented. What they serve is designed to replace the bodily fluids we lost so we don’t get too dehydrated.”
“I see.”
The drinks arrive and I gulp mine down. It’s fruity, with just a hint of alcohol in it. After a couple of minutes I feel myself starting to revive.
We walk over to a table and sit down. The chairs are all plastic and are not really designed for comfort. I suspect they don’t expect us to be sitting in them long, especially with our nudity as well as all the fluids dripping out of so many pussies.
Full nudity is on display. I see no evidence of women trying to act modest. It’s still a bit of a shock to my system.
A young woman with short blonde hair and tats on her boobs walks by and pats me on the arm. “Love to see you swing, darling.” She gives me a lewd grin before heading off with her companion who also leers at me. It gives me the shivers something fierce.
I look at the brunette as though I’m not sure how to react. “There’s a lot of that around here,” she chuckles. “You see somebody and you just can’t help imagining them kicking it up in a noose.”
“Do you see me like that?” I ask nervously.
“Can’t help it,” she smiles back. “I saw how orgasmic you were back in the mattress room. It makes me wonder what kind of a dance you might put on.”
“I’m not here for the dancing,” I tell her firmly. “My sister brought me. Her daughter is here, along with her daughter’s lover.”
“You think your sister secretly knows more about you than she’s letting on?”
“Of course not! What makes you say that?”
“Just wondering why she brought you along if you’re so against it.”
“I didn’t say I was against it. I’m just…” She looks at me with a smile of amusement until I find myself becoming flustered and embarrassed.
The brunette looks slyly at me. “For the sake of discussion, we’ll agree she didn’t bring you here to hang you. Do you think she has other motives?”
“Like what?”
“Do you think she might volunteer to hang in your place? What about her daughter and her daughter’s lover? Do you think either one of them might hang tonight?”
“No.” Then I pause to think it over. “Now that you mention it, I’m not so sure anymore. I don’t know what to think. I can’t possibly imagine my sister and her daughter bringing me here just to watch them hang together.”
“I’ve seen it before.”
“Seen what before?”
“A mother and daughter hanging together.”
I stare at her in shock. “You’re kidding!”
“I’ll admit it was quite the surprise. But they went one right after the other. So it’s not outside the realm of possibility.”
I shake my head in disbelief. Is it possible Cassandra and her daughter Carrie might hang themselves before the night is over?? I suddenly have this ridiculous image of me trying to find her keys to drive her car home.
The brunette suddenly changes the subject. “We were talking about women eager to watch another woman hang. So now I’m curious. If you could pick out anyone here to watch dangle from a noose, who would it be?”
“Well, I don’t know,” I tell her uncertainly as I look all around. “I’m not sure I have a… I mean… I don’t know who I’d like to watch, uh…”
“What about your sister? Or her daughter?”
“Cassie? Carrie?? I couldn’t imagine them, uh…” That’s when I try to develop a mental picture of either one of them hanging naked from a noose. It gives me a strange tingle down in my loins, and I blush with embarrassment.
“Aha!” the brunette says with a laugh. “We may have a winner! You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?”
At that moment a really young woman with a drink in her hand comes up to our table. She has small breasts, and her blonde hair goes halfway down her backside. There’s a tattoo on her right arm above the elbow, and a couple smaller ones on her left.
“How about me?” she asks somewhat eagerly. “I couldn’t help overhearing your discussion. You were talking about who you would like to watch hang later. So how about me?”
I look at her in astonishment. “Are you… are you really here to hang tonight??”
“I sure am! I couldn’t talk any of my friends into coming along. They all think I’m crazy. So I hitched a ride and came all by myself. I’m having a blast so far. But I can’t wait for the main event.”
I stare at her in disbelief. “You can’t be much older than…”
“I turned nineteen last month. I’ve been thinking about this ever since I first heard about this place. I’m so excited I could just burst.”
“You’re definitely going through with it then?” I find hard to believe she really wants to end her life with a noose!
“As soon as they start hanging girls. I hope to be one of the first ones in line. So what about it?”
“What about what?”
“Would you like to watch me hang?”
“I, uh… I don’t know.” Is she seriously asking me this??
“I was hoping to find someone who would watch me, you know… someone who would really enjoy seeing me hang. Everyone here is of the same mind. So I was looking for someone different, someone who it might affect in a special and exciting way.”
“I’d love to watch you hang, honey,” the brunette says with a lustful grin.
The nineteen year old giggles at her. Then she turns to look right at me. “I heard you saying you weren’t sure about all this. Maybe my hanging will help you decide. Is it ok if I dance for you tonight?”
“Dance for me?”
“You know. In the noose. Hang, I mean.”
I’m already understandably nervous being in a building where I might find myself getting strung up if I’m not careful. But I never expected to find a girl wanting to hang specifically for me, certainly not one so young.
“You really want to hang for me?”
“If you’ll let me.”
“I guess I can’t stop you, can I?”
She giggles again. “I’m going to do it anyway. I just thought it would be great if I did it for one person in particular. I know everyone will be watching and cheering. But I want to dance for you special.”
I look at the brunette who smiles back at me. “Uh… I’m flattered. Sure, I’d, uh… I’d love to watch you hang for me. But what if I, uh… I don’t want to miss it when you decide it’s your time to go.”
“I’ll wait near the entrance to the hanging pit and watch for you. Once I see you and you see me, I’ll get in line. Then I’ll kick it up just for you. What do you think about that? Does it excite you?”
I feel my pussy tingle as a flush of warmth passes through me. I don’t know why her offering to hang for me affects me so. I blush as I lower my head.
“I think she’s looking forward to it,” my brunette companion tells her with a lustful grin. “I’d say your offer’s having the right effect on her. Tell you what I’ll do. I’m going to show her around the place… introduce her to a couple of rooms just to get her in the mood. When the music starts up, I’ll make sure to get her out to the hanging pit in time. We might be a few minutes late, especially if we get caught in the middle of something. So give us some time to make our way out to the hanging pit, ok?”
“Cool!” the teen blonde gushes. Then she leans in and gives me a kiss that would melt lead.
I’m breathless when we come up for air. She sees how flustered I’ve become. It makes her smile excitedly.
“Now she’s really looking forward to watching you hang,” my brunette companion says to her with a huge grin on her face. “With a kiss like that as you offer yourself to her? I’ll make sure she gets to the hanging pit for you.” I just look at them both in astonishment, not knowing what to say.
“That’s great!” Then she looks me right in the eye. “You have no idea how turned on I am knowing you’ll be watching me hang to death. I hope my dance really turns you on.”
“I, uh…” I find myself having a hard time finding the right words. Hell, what ARE the right words for a situation like this??
“Oh, I think she’ll be turned on all right,” the brunette says with a nod of her head.
“Cool!” And with that, the teen wanders off.
I lean over and quietly ask my companion, “Is she for real? Do you really think she wants to hang to death just for me?”
“Seems serious to me,” she replies with a smile. “Every now and then you get one like that. She’s so turned on that she can’t think of anything else. It’s almost like they’re addicted or something. They become so obsessed with it that they can’t help themselves.”
“Think she’ll change her mind?”
“Only after it’s too late. It might be the pain once she’s in the noose, or it might be the realization she’s fully committed herself and is about to die. Then again, she might be so turned on that she won’t be fully satisfied until she hangs to death strictly for your enjoyment.”
“I don’t want her to do anything foolish on my account.”
“She looks like the type of person who would probably do it on a whim. But I think she wants to dance special for someone. She’s going to do it anyway, but apparently she really wants to do it if someone like you will be there watching her hang the entire time.”
“I don’t know how I should feel.”
“If it were me, I’d feel flattered… and aroused. To be honest, I’m already wet knowing she wants to hang special for you.”
“I guess I’m flattered then. But I still don’t know how I should truly feel.”
“Are you aroused?” The brunette laughs when I lower my head and blush.
“I thought so. Want another drink?”
“Yes, please.”
She gets up and goes to the wet bar to fetch a couple more. While she’s gone, two more women walk by and tell me how much they’d love to watch me hang. I smile politely as I think to myself, ‘thanks, but no thanks.’
My reaction after they’re gone? I find myself becoming strangely aroused at the knowledge there are people here who seem more than a little eager to watch me strangle to death by dangling from a noose.
The brunette returns with the drinks. She sits back down and hands me mine. We drain them as more women walk by. We both end up receiving compliments, along with the verbalized desire to see us both at the end of a rope before the night is over.
When I finish my drink she asks, “Want to look around before the hangings begin? We’ve still got some time to kill.” Then she smiles as she adds, “Oops. Bad choice of words.”
“What else is there to see?” I ask curiously. “Are you talking about us going to another room with a huge mattress on the floor for a giant orgy?”
“Oh, no. We have other rooms to use for different kinds of fun. I’m betting your family members are using one right now. Here, let me show you.”
She stands up, and I rise up with her. We exit the room, leaving behind all sorts of naked women drinking and talking amongst themselves. We get several looks and a couple more comments before we’re out of the room.
There are women of all types going up and down the hallways. Some pass in and out of doors, often in groups of twos and threes. But there are a few girls obviously flying solo, making me wonder if they’re like the teen we met back at the wet bar.
The brunette tries one door, opening it up and looking inside. I heard strange sounds coming out into the hallway, along with moans and chuckles. She smiles at me as she waves me in while saying, “You might like this room.”
I follow her into the room and am astonished at what I see. It’s not very big. But there are four posts sticking up in the four corners.
Nine or ten women are inside. A naked woman sits elevated in front of each of the four posts. Her arms appear to be attached to cuffs along the sides of the length of the post she’s attached to. What she sits on barely qualifies as a seat.
Three of them are in the process of being strangled with a cord that appears to attach to the post. The fourth has a bag over her head. Two of the strangled girls are having their crotches licked as they struggle to breathe, their legs forcibly spread open.
“What the hell is this??” I whisper to the brunette.
“One of the garrote rooms,” she replies quietly. “There are several in the building. This is one of the smaller ones. Not as many women inside. This way you can see what is happening to the other girls from any post in the room.”
2020 (written for Carrie Oct 17 ’20 by riwa)