Part 2
My first thought was how strange it was for hell to look like the interior of the snuff club. Then it all came rushing back to me. Apparently they hadn’t snuffed me after all… either that, or they’d merely come damn close.
At first, I didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed. Then more of my senses came back online. I decided that for now, I should be happy I was still alive and still employed by the club.
“She still with us?” one of the other guys asked. “Damn! She really came hard that time. Was it because she was being strangled so hard?”
Chuck just laughed. “Maybe it was because she was watching her daughter get snuffed.”
“Darla?” I gasped, remembering my daughter as I anxiously looked at the monitor. She was being helped to sit upright on the bed. Apparently she had also survived.
“I guess some bitches are hard to kill,” the other member of my trio observed.
“Like mother; like daughter,” Chuck observed with amusement.
We could hear them talking on the monitor. I saw Darla rubbing her neck. The nylons had left quite a mark. How was she going to explain that to Ned?
I rubbed my own. “Yeah,” Chuck told me as he noticed me checking my throat. “You’ve got one too. It matches the one around your daughter’s throat.” The other guys laughed.
Damn. How was I going to explain this to Bob??
I heard Chad ask my daughter, “How was it?”
“Intense,” she gasped in reply. “For a moment there, I really thought I was dead.”
“Wish you were back home with your boyfriend?”
“Not on your life. This was fucking incredible!” Then she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately.
About that time, Nicole entered our room with a tray of drinks. The guys all helped themselves to one. I took one as well. After all, I need something strong enough to help me get my strength back.
She eyed me warily before shaking her head. “Sometimes you amaze me; you know that?” She knew I was married, and I blushed before taking a huge gulp of my drink.
In the other room, an attendant named Rosita was giving everyone drinks. They thanked her and began guzzling them down. I finished mine before helping myself to another on Nicole’s tray.
She looked at all the men in my room. Then she nodded politely. “You gentlemen have a nice evening. Don’t hesitate to contact me if you need anything else.”
“What about her?” one of the guys asked as he motioned at me. “Do you need us to return her back to you?”
Uh – oh. Did that mean they were interested in having a second go at me?
“You gentlemen enjoy her for as long as you like. The club will make sure her duties outside this room are taken care of.”
“Thank you, miss,” Chuck told her with a smile. Then he glanced at the monitor. Darla was on her knees sucking cock again.
“Guess we’d better put her back to work, miss.” Nicole just shook her head at me and left. A moment later, I was also on my knees sucking cock.
A part of me became a little concerned. This was one night it was going to take me a little while to recover from. How was I going to explain things to Bob?
I got a glance at the monitor and saw Darla on her hands and knees working on all three cocks again. How was she going to explain that mark around her throat to Ned? Maybe she would have to wear a turtleneck, or make some excuse in order to avoid seeing him until most of it had healed.
Darla took it from behind while sucking on a cock in front of her. I ended up in the exact same situation. We were back to mimicking the actions in my daughter’s room.
“How about it, bitch?” Chad asked Darla. You want it rough, or you want it vanilla? You want it ‘Ned’, or you want it ‘Chad’?
My daughter excitedly replied, “Chad – Chad; give it to me rough!” They all laughed in her room.
The other college guy pulled out from behind her, only for Chad to ram it hard into her. She screamed for him to really fuck her ass. Chad had no hesitation in the slightest as he brutalized her anally.
“How about you?” Chuck asked with a laugh. “I’ll give you the same question he gave your daughter. Me or your husband? Vanilla or anal?”
“Anal,” I replied, shamefully lowering my head a little. He just laughed as he moved behind me and rammed it hard up my butt.
On the monitor, Darla screamed from another powerful orgasm. Shamefully, I found myself cumming right behind her. Seeing her cum had sent me over the edge, especially the way Chuck was pounding my ass.
It was rough and glorious. I hardly thought about my husband the entire time. Besides, I never let Bob fuck me in the ass. It just wasn’t that way between us.
Darla ended up back on the bed, two cocks in her holes and the third in her mouth. I ended up on the bed in my room, getting it the exact same way. The muffled grunts and groans from her monitor were almost drowned out by my own.
The guys took turns fucking Darla. I’m pretty sure they pumped a couple more loads into her cunt and ass. I got the same treatment until both our rooms took another break.
Rosita entered my daughter’s room again, and drinks were passed around. Nicole returned to mine, and we all helped ourselves. The liquid really helped me regain my sagging energy.
It was getting late. I found myself hoping the guys would finally tire out in both rooms. Besides, my shift was coming to an end. Soon, I would have to be heading home to Bob.
I didn’t know what Darla was going to do. I assumed she wouldn’t go back to be with Ned for a while. She would need time – as well as some sort of excuse – to heal from the mark around her throat. It was going to be noticeable for several days.
As for me? I was already trying to come up with something to tell my husband. With any luck, he would be asleep when I got home so that I could hide it for a while. I would have to keep him from seeing it and becoming concerned.
I heard my daughter on the monitor suddenly gasp “ow”. Then she looked down at her tummy. The sensor had turned red.
“Oh, fuck!” she gasped in alarm. “Does that… does that mean what I think it means?”
“It sure does,” Chad told her with a grin. “It means exactly what you think it means. My dad and I have been here several times, and we’ve seen it a time or two. It means you’re not getting out of here alive.”
“Oh my gawd!” Darla cried out as she went visibly pale. “What do I tell my mother? What do I tell dad? Hell; what do I tell Ned??”
“Tell them now they won’t have to get you any presents for Christmas,” one of the other guys in her room suggested. Everyone in both rooms but Darla and I laughed.
“You got your iPhone with you?” Chad asked.
“I left it behind,” Darla explained sheepishly. “I didn’t want to be interrupted… and I didn’t want anybody tracking me here. I don’t know what to do! Do I… do I get a last phone call or something?”
Chad chuckled as he shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I can send a message to your boyfriend. I’ll explain how he’s now going to have to find someone else to marry.” They laughed again in both rooms… everyone except her and I.
My heart was beating fast as I saw Darla start to pant heavily for breath. She gasped, “I never thought… I didn’t think…”
Chad just chuckled as he smiled evilly at her before asking, “Now how are we going to snuff you tonight?” That’s when all three of them started looking around their room. Darla’s face was ashen.
My heart was pounding a mile a minute. I knew it was possible that her sensor could pop. Yet it was still quite a shock upon seeing it happen.
“What do we do now?” one of the guys in my room asked, interrupting the drama occurring on the monitor.
“Simple,” Chuck replied. “We stick around and watch.” Then he smiled at me before adding, “Naturally, you’ll want to stay and watch as they snuff your daughter; am I right? Besides, I’m sure you’ve already seen quite a few executions around here. What’s one more?”
“I, uh… uh…”
I didn’t know what to say. For one thing, I was terribly alarmed. And yet for some strange reason, I was shamefully aroused. The whole damned thing felt surreal as hell.
I watched on the monitor as Chad looked up at the noose dangling from the ceiling. He smiled as he told the guys, “I know. Let’s give her a flying fuck as she hangs. She loved it when we strangled her while we were fucking her; right? She should really love getting a fuck as she hangs to death.”
“That’s my boy,” Chuck observed. “If it were me in there, I’d do the same damn thing.”
I jerked around to stare at him in shock. “You mean… he’s your son??”
“A chip off the old block,” he replied proudly. I don’t know why I didn’t see the family resemblance until now.
The guys in my daughter’s room began moving around, retrieving a stool while getting the noose ready. Chad went and retrieved a length of rope. Darla just sat on the bed in stunned silence.
One of her guys told her, “I think a slut like you is going to cum hard once we hang you; eh, Darla?”
She blinked at his words. “But I… I don’t… I’m not…” She appeared to be in shock at this sudden reversal of things.
Chad was rummaging through a closet as he called over, “Oh, c’mon! Don’t act so nervous. Surely you were hoping something like this would happen; right? Why else did you want me to bring you here?”
“But I… but I…” All she could do was stammer as he retrieved a length of rope and walked back over.
“Good idea,” Chuck observed as he watched the monitor from our room. “Guys, what do you think? Think we should string her mother up too?”
Both of them were disturbingly agreeable. “Hell, yeah!” “Yeah; let’s do it!”
“That’s what I thought,” Chuck replied with a nod. And just like that, the other two began preparing my noose as Chuck went to retrieve a length of rope for my wrists.
My heart leaped into my throat. Surely they weren’t going to hang me right along with my daughter; were they??
I felt a stab of fear in the pit of my gut. But I also experienced an insane arousal. For a moment, I thought I was going to cum right then and there.
Where they really going to hang me too? What was I going to tell Nicole? Hell; what was I going to tell Bob? Was I even going to be allowed to call him??
On the monitor, I watched Chad tie Darla’s hands behind her back. At the same time, Chuck was securing my wrists together. I shivered from a mixture of dread and arousal.
They helped Darla up onto the stool. Then Chad looped the noose around her throat. “That’s the way, son,” Chuck observed, watching their activity on the monitor with a chuckle.
Chuck helped me up onto my stool. Then he noosed me up, just like my daughter. The rope got snugged tight around my throat.
My nipples were hard as little pebbles. I still couldn’t believe this was happening. Were my daughter and I really going to hang tonight at the snuff club??
I watched as they snugged my daughter’s noose tight. Then Chad laughed at her. “Want to see something funny, Darla?”
He stepped closer to the monitor. Then he stepped away. My daughter’s mouth fell to the floor as she looked right at the camera before gasping, “Mom? Is that you??”
My gawd; could she see me now???
Chuck stepped up to me and thrust his fingers into my cunt. I was sopping wet like you wouldn’t believe. He just laughed as he called out, “Mine’s horny as hell, son! How’s yours?”
Chad stepped up to Darla and thrust most of his fingers into her pussy. She also writhed and moaned. “She’s really horny, dad! I think she wants to watch her mother hang!”
“Hang for your daughter, bitch!” Chuck declared. Then he abruptly kicked my stool away.
There was a light bounce as I hit the end of the rope. With nothing solid beneath me, I began pedaling. Then I started kicking and scissoring. I was hanging… and my daughter was watching me!
On the monitor I saw… “Hang for your mother, bitch!” Then Chad kicked her stool away. Darla dropped and began fighting her noose the same way I was fighting mine.
I couldn’t believe it! We were in separate rooms, but we were still hanging together.
I didn’t expect to see them retrieve the stool and put it back under Darla’s feet. I also didn’t expect them to put my stool back beneath mine. I found myself panting for breath as my noose was deliberately loosened.
Darla’s noose was also loosened. She coughed and gasped for breath. Her eyes were wide; her nipples unbelievably erect.
“How’d you like it, slut?” Chad asked her with amusement. “How’d you like seeing your mother hang like that?”
It was as though she was staring right at me. “Mom?? Mom, are you ok?”
“Oh, don’t worry about her,” Chad replied with a dismissive wave. “A slut like her deserves to hang.” Then he looked right at us as he added; “Right, dad?”
Chuck came up to me and fingered my dripping cunt. “She sure as hell enjoyed it, son. Hang for your daughter again, slut.” Then he kicked my stool away for a second time.
I dropped and started kicking yet again. It didn’t hurt any less the second time around. My body instinctively reacted as I fought my noose.
I was aware of three hard cocks standing around me. In Darla’s room, her trio were all just as horny as they stared at us. Everyone was all turned on watching me swing.
My daughter’s eyes were upon me the entire time. Knowing everyone was watching my noose-dance shot my arousal factor through the roof. That’s when I started humping the air.
“The slut is cumming!” Chuck and his son declared in unison. Now all the guys in both rooms were stroking.
It was so damned arousing, knowing they were hard while watching me suffer. I just couldn’t help myself. Despite my agony, I managed to hump my way through a second climax.
On the monitor I barely heard my daughter gasp, “Mom??” She seemed to be in awe. I was ashamed to be cumming so hard while she was watching. But there was nothing I could do about it.
I thought that was going to be the end of me. Strangely, I was a little disappointed my daughter was not hanging right along with me. Then once again, Chuck retrieved the stool and put it underneath my feet, helping to steady my trembling body while loosening my noose a little.
“So what do you think, darlin’?” Chuck asked my daughter through the monitor. “Does that turn you on, seeing your mother hang? Check her out, son.”
Chad fingered Darla’s cunt, and I saw her wince a little. “She’s horny, dad. I think the slut’s so excited that she wants to hang for her mother.” Then he turned, kicked her stool away, and declared, “Hang for your mother, you horny little slut. Let’s see if you can cum like she did.”
Darla bounced a little at the end of her rope. Then she began kicking up a storm. “Like mother; like daughter; eh?” Chuck observed with a laugh as he watched my shocked expression.
Darla really put on quite a show. But what surprised me was when she started humping the air. It was quite unexpected… and erotic as hell.
Every cock was hard as they all watched her. I was shamefully wet and dripping. I could not believe how sexy she looked. It was as though my own daughter was born for the noose.
Chad stopped her and put the stool beneath her feet, helping her to stand upright. She panted for breath as he loosened her noose a little. Gawd; how long were they going to tease us like this??
“What do you think now?” Chad asked her. “You certainly came hard that time. At least you’ll be going out with a bang; right? Want a cock to fuck as you hang?”
This time, my daughter did not appear to be quite so frightened. Maybe she’d resigned herself to her fate. Or maybe she hoped there was going to be some sort of miraculous intervention. It certainly wasn’t going to come from Bob or Ned, not unless the club had called them.
Chad slowly pushed her stool out from under her. This time, he stood right in front of her, his dick hard and throbbing. My daughter instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, forced to climb and fuck him in order to ease the strain around her throat.
Chuck pushed my stool out from under me. Then he stepped up close, just like his son had done for my daughter. I was forced to wrap my legs around him, impaling myself on his shaft in order to ease the strain around my own throat.
I should have known. He was mimicking the actions in her room again.
It was quite painful. It was also incredibly erotic. My daughter and I were receiving flying fucks at the exact same time.
I watched as her face and neck flushed red. Then she appeared to go into little orgasmic seizures. Seeing her cum like that while I was getting shafted in the noose was so shamefully erotic that I came right along with her.
The guys in Darla’s room took turns until she ended up riding all three, sometimes with a cock up her cunt and ass. The guys in mine did the exact same thing to me. I shamefully rode them all, firmly believing I would eventually die with a cock inside me. It was gloriously humiliating.
Once again, I was surprised when our stools were returned. Our nooses were loosened until we were both left standing while gasping for breath. That’s when Chad asked my daughter, “Well; how about it? Would you rather be in here hanging with my cock in your ass? Or would you rather be home with plain old Ned?”
She looked at him as though she hadn’t anticipated that kind of question. Then she looked through her monitor right at me. She finally blushed as she lowered her head before quietly replying, “You, Chad. I’d… I’d rather be in here hanging with your cock up my butt.”
“Even though you know you’re going to die in here tonight?”
“With Ned, I would probably die of boredom.”
I should have been shocked by her statement. Instead, I looked at my daughter without showing any emotion as she looked back at me. She said, “It’s true, mom. Ned’s nice, but… I mean… isn’t that the way it is with you and dad?”
I blushed as I lowered my head. I wanted to tell her not to bring Bob into this. But her words rang true. The guys in both rooms thought that was funny as hell.
I suspected I was going to hang before the night was over. But she was right. I knew I would rather have it happen with the guys in my room than back home in bed with my husband.
About that time, the door to Darla’s room chimed. I assumed it was Rosita with more drinks. But at this stage of her hanging, I wasn’t sure my daughter was even going to be given one.
Imagine my shock when Ned walked in. He was wearing one of those club robes as though he’d recently been in a sex room.
You could have knocked me over with a feather. Darla was shocked as hell. “N-Ned?? What… what the hell are YOU doing here??”
“They told me you’ve been coming here to get laid. But I didn’t want to believe them. They said you’d be here tonight along with your mother. So I’ve been watching what’s been going on in here in a sex room with one of the club attendants.”
Darla was astonished. So was I. I didn’t know Ned had it in him to be with anyone other than my daughter.
She immediately tried to correct the situation, even though I suspected it was much too late for that. “But Ned, I… I l-love you!”
“Do you? From what I’ve seen, I’m nothing more than a convenience, a guy that buys things for you while you go fuck other men behind my back. Isn’t that what you said… you’d rather be in here than back home with me? Well, one things for certain. At least now I won’t have to buy you a present for Christmas.”
I could tell he was hurt. But he was trying hard not to show it.
My daughter immediately tried to appeal to him as being her knight in shining armor… “Ned, you’ve got to do something!”
“Do what?” he asked inquisitively.
He stepped closer, reached out and touched her sensor. Then he looked at her face. I watched his hand go up and caress her noose as he told her, “The guy’s right. Looks like I’m about to be in the market for a new fiancé.”
About that time, the door to my room whooshed open. There was Bob, big as life. He was also in one of those red robes.
Darla saw him on the monitor and went ashen as she stammered, “D-Daddy??”
He scowled as he looked at her through the monitor. He angrily replied, “I’m not your father.” Then he looked right at me as he added, “Isn’t that right… ‘darling’?” He all but spat the word out.
The color drained from my face. Somehow, he knew or had finally figured it out. “B-Bob, I can explain!”
He shed his robe, indicating he was naked underneath. In the monitor, I saw Ned had also shed his and was just as nude. They were both sporting erections.
“You’ve been a slut for everyone but me,” Bob told me. “Well guess what? Tonight’s going to be my turn.”
He turned toward the monitor and told Darla, “Watch your mother hang for my enjoyment, you fucking slut!” Then he kicked my stool away.
I dropped, for what I suspected would be my very last time. Then I started my snuff-slut dance. The guys eagerly moved closer, all of them stroking with excitement.
On the monitor I saw Ned turn and tell me, “Watch your daughter hang for my personal enjoyment, bitch!” Then he kicked her stool away as he snarled, “Hang for me, you fucking cunt!” Darla did a faint bounce at the end of her rope before she, too, went into her devil’s dance.
All the guys in her room gathered round to watch her. Everyone including Ned were stroking their cocks. It was just like in my room.
The shame was more than I could bear. At least Bob was standing there getting off to my suffering. In the end, he probably deserved it.
I was the center of attention in my room. They all were stroking as they enjoyed my dance. Shamefully, it gave me such a perverse thrill.
I could still see my daughter hanging on the monitor. She was putting on quite a show. Then I saw her humping in Ned’s direction. Gawd; was she trying to please him one last time with an air-fuck as she hanged to death??
It swelled within me as I focused on my husband. There was no mercy in his eyes. If he was heartbroken, he was certainly hiding it well. Now, I was nothing but a snuff-beast to him.
At that moment, I realized Darla was also nothing but a snuff-beast for Ned and the guys in her room. Once again, like mother; like daughter. We were both about to hang to death… and we both deserved it.
I thought about all the times I had betrayed Bob. Now he was watching my death. I figured he deserved my absolute best.
Something welled up within me until I was able to start humping in his direction. I was air-fucking my husband, just the way Darla was air-fucking Ned. There was nothing more important than his pleasure during my final moments.
Pain… shame… agony… and undeserving pleasure. Something blossomed in me through my suffering. Maybe something in my brain snapped.
I mentally cheered my daughter’s agony. I wanted her to suffer great agony in order to bring pleasure to Ned. Then I looked at Bob through my own agony before climaxing like the snuff-slut I’d become.
On the monitor, Darla was limp when Ned stepped up to her and impaled her cunt with his rod. That’s when he began giving her a flying fuck. Her eyes rolled as she lifted her legs around his waist and fucked him back.
My mind cried out, “Fuck her, Ned! She deserves it! Let her death give you pleasure!”
Bob stepped up to me and snarled, “Fuck me, bitch!” Somehow, I lifted my legs and found his dick with my cunt. Then I rode him like the snuff-slut I’d become.
He was cold and heartless. But it was exactly what I deserved. The other guys just stroked and smiled at me. It gave me such shameful excitement knowing I was turning them all on.
Bob started calling me names, telling me this was what I deserved. I absorbed it all, reveling in his abuse. He was using me for his pleasure as I died… and I was thrilled beyond words. He deserved it, and I was happy to oblige.
On the monitor, Ned had moved behind Darla. I suspected he was finally fucking her ass. Her tongue lolled out as cum leaked out of her winking slit.
The sight shamefully thrilled me. Then Bob pulled out, and I was left to hang. That’s when I felt his cock up my ass.
“This is how a snuff-slut dies,” he whispered into my ear. “…watching her daughter hang to death as she gets a cock up her slutty ass.”
My mind screamed, “Yes… yes… YES!” This had been my fate all along. At least Bob and Ned were getting something out of their last few minutes of relationship with their sluts.
I watched as Darla’s bladder opened up. The guys all cheered in her room before they started shooting their loads at her naked body. It gave me such a thrill.
“Your turn, bitch!” Bob whispered into my ear. Then my bladder shamefully let go. My last conscious sensation was feeling him fill my ass with his cream.
I didn’t see Nicole poke her head in my room. And I didn’t see her smile. If I had, I would have recognized it as her “The bitch is finally getting what she fucking deserves” smile.
The guys enjoyed my corpse long after I was gone. Then they switched with the guys in Darla’s room. The two of us were thoroughly abused before our bodies were taken down to the kitchen. It was a fitting end for a DLW and her slutty daughter.
2022 (written for bedeyes Aug 22 ’22 by riwa)