Mike was planning a business trip to England. But I knew exactly what that meant. He was off to visit that English tart Dorothy.
This wasn’t his first visit. He’d gone there many times before. Every time he returned he had the look of a man whose balls had been thoroughly drained.
This time I arranged to get there ahead of him on another flight. I wanted to meet up with that tart myself. I wanted to set up something special for her just to make her suffer for pleasuring my man.
No, that’s not quite accurate. I wanted her to do more than suffer. I wanted her to strangle to death. In my mind a noose was the perfect remedy. That way I’d get to watch her gasp and turn blue before she pissed herself.
I looked around until I found someone who had a small, makeshift gallows. They kept it in a lonely brick building. It was just the place for a tart like Dorothy to swing.
I kidnapped her the night before. Then I took her to that building. Once we were there I stripped her out of her clothes until she was in nothing more than a red, thong bikini bottom with see-through, black lingerie covering her chest.
I took her to the room and showed her the gallows as well as the video equipment I’d set up. I smiled evilly as I told her, “Mike will be flying in tomorrow to see you special, bitch. So I’m bringing him here. Imagine his surprise when he finds out he gets to hang your sorry ass while I record it for him.”
She looked at me and smiled as she said, “Well, I am turning 50 this fall. I don’t mind if he wants to hang me. At least I’ll get to turn him on one last time before I die.”
She gave me this crazy look. I don’t know whether she was frightened or excited. So I chained her wrists to a ring in the floor and told her to get comfortable.
“Think about the dance you’re going to put on for Mike tomorrow, you little tart!” Then I left her there for the night. I had to go get a good night’s sleep before bringing Mike over the following day.
The next morning I met him at the airport. Naturally he was rather surprised and a little alarmed to see me. I said he should calm down and not get overly excited.
I told him Dorothy and I had set up something special just for him. She told me she was turning 50 and wanted to go out in a blaze of glory. So I helped her set something up.
As I drove Mike to our destination he began quizzing me on what Dorothy was going to do. Was she going to behead herself? Was she going to be strangled? Or was she going to drown?”
I smiled as I told him, “Beheading’s much too quick for a tart like that. Drowning would be a little slower, but still not as painful. Besides, I don’t want her to die clean. I want her to suffer.”
“Are you going to burn her?” he asked with uplifted eyebrows.
I just smiled knowingly as I told him, “You’ll find out.”
When we got there I made Mike strip before taking him down to see Dorothy. He left his boots on as the floor was rather cold. I smiled evilly as I told him, “Don’t worry. It’s going to be just as cold where that tart is going, that’s for sure! I’d say ‘cold as the grave’.”
I took him down and turned the lights on. There was Dorothy, stirring from her position on the floor. It looked like it had been a damned uncomfortable night. At least I certainly hoped it was.
Mike looked at Dorothy and then over at the concrete gallows. He saw the video equipment I’d set up special for the occasion. Then he smiled at me.
“You’re recording her hanging for me?”
“That’s right, darling. I plan on showing you the video of her hanging on cold, winter nights. That should warm you right up before I fuck your brains out after you’ve watched her swing over and over again.” That really made him smile.
“Go ahead,” I finally motioned in her direction. “Go play with your snuff slut while I double check the equipment.”
I wasn’t all that happy Mike’s cock had sprung to attention as he went over to the tart. At least he was going to send her straight to hell in a few more minutes. I was looking forward to watching her slutty dance of death.
“Yes, darling,” she said as she stood up and faced him. “I want to slow hang special for you today. I want to do it before I reach my 50th birthday.”
“So Sandy told me,” he replied as he reached out to grope her tits. I tried to ignore her moans of arousal.
“Is she stepping off to hang herself?” he asked me curiously.
“No, darling. You’re pushing on that foot lever on the side. I thought you’d appreciate sending her straight to hell yourself.”
“How thoughtful. Uh…” and he looked around. “Where are the keys to her chains?”
“I’ll get ‘em, darling.”
I tracked them down and freed her from her chains, replacing them with a set of handcuffs. Mike removed that black lacy outer covering until her tits were exposed. I guess he wanted to play with ‘em. Figures.
“Does the condemned get a last request?” Dorothy asked with a lustful smile.
I was going to say no. Naturally Mike told her, “Of course.”
“What does the tart want as a ‘last request’?” I asked sourly.
“I want to die with Mike’s cum on my lips. I want to be interred with his spunk in my mouth.”
“Granted,” he replied enthusiastically.
I glared angrily at him for granting that kind of request. Dorothy just turned and grinned at me. I wanted to slap that smug look off her face so damned bad!
At least she’d be dead soon. Then I’d have Mike all to myself. It shouldn’t really matter how much cum dripped off her lips so long as she danced a merry jig of death.
Mike wasted no time getting her onto her knees. Then he force-fed her his cock. She gagged on it as she tried to swallow him. Watching him make her take it deep made me smile, if only for a moment.
“Shove it down her throat, darling,” I suggested with a smirk. “Make her gag on it, the fucking tart! Bury it all the way down her fucking throat. Make her choke on it!”
He pumped the slut good and hard. It did me good to hear her gag and grunt. I even took some video of it.
“Fuck her skull, darling. She wants it so bad. Make sure you honor her last request.”
He cried out as he gave a powerful thrust. Instantly I recognized what he’d done. A moment later she started snorting his man-cream out of her nostrils.
I laughed as she grunted and gurgled. It made a nice mess on her tits and part of her face. If the tart was going to hang, it was only fitting she swing with Mike’s cum dripping off her cheeks and boobs.
I smiled as I motioned at the gallows. “Ready to see her swing, darling? I think she’s looking forward to it.”
“Hang me, darling,” the tart panted breathlessly. “Let me swing for you, Mike. Record my hanging so my last dance will turn you on for years to come.”
He looked at me, but I just motioned at the gallows. “Have at it, darling. Sounds like she really wants to hang for you. Who am I to say no? Let’s watch her dance!”
“Let’s watch her dance indeed,” he said as he marched her up onto the gallows.
He got her up onto the little wooden trap. It was hinged so it would collapse once he stood upon the lever on the side. Then he carefully noosed her up.
I found myself becoming aroused seeing her standing there noosed and naked. I was really looking forward to watching her swing. The English tart had been a thorn in my side for many years. Now I was finally going to be rewarded for my patience and tolerance.
Mike reached around and groped her tits from behind. I frowned at seeing him enjoy her naked body so much. “Don’t worry, darling,” I assured him. “Those boobs are going to bounce nicely for you once she hits the end of that rope.” I wanted to scare her, but the damned tart seemed to like being told how much she was going to suffer.
He climbed down while I made sure the camera was operational. He slowly walked around front, ogling her naked body. She started panting for breath at the realization she was actually going to hang to death in a few minutes.
I saw how hard Mike had become as he stepped over to the lever. I knew he was going to enjoy her devil’s dance. But frankly so was I.
Dorothy looked down at his cock and licked her lips. Her hair draped down over her tits. But it couldn’t hide how erect her nipples had become.
The tart smiled as she told him, “Darling, I really want you to enjoy my hanging.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” he replied with a huge smile. Then he grandly motioned as he asked, “Would you care to have this dance?”
“I’d love to.”
“Will you just hang the bloody tart already??” My patience was wearing thin. Besides, I was eager to watch her suffer.
Mike’s foot tarried near the lever. Dorothy kept smiling at him. But I thought I saw cracks appear in her veneer. Was she starting to get scared?
“Hang the bitch, damn you!” Dorothy heard my cry and gasped for breath. That’s when Mike stepped on the lever.
The little wooden platform immediately gave way, folding back underneath her feet. Dorothy dropped with a look of surprise on her face. Mike gasped excitedly as he pointed at her.
Up ‘til then I’d been concerned the damned thing was only for show. I jerked a little when the trap gave way and she dropped. Thank gawd the damned thing actually worked!
Dorothy did a little bounce when she hit the end of the rope, making her boobs jiggle. I think it shocked the hell out of her. Then her legs split as she began to kick.
Mike’s cock twitched as he watched her. I saw him reach out to steady her. Maybe he didn’t want her to bang against the concrete platform behind her.
Dorothy soon began to kick up a jig. Her boobs bounced again as she fought the noose. It was arousing as hell, more exciting than I had imagined it would be.
She rasped and gurgled as she kicked and struggled. Her hair bounced and fluttered as it smacked off her jiggling breasts. Her nipples remained incredibly hard as though the whole thing was exciting her on some sexual level.
I couldn’t help reaching down to rub my crotch through the skirt I was wearing. The bitch was certainly exciting my Mike. But her hanging was turning me on as well.
Mike studied her legs as she did the two-step. Then she went into a wild ballet before she settled into a nice waltz. The whole time that filthy strumpet gazed longingly at Mike’s glorious erection.
“Give her a push, Mike! Make that tart really give it up for you!” I was becoming breathless watching her rasp and kick.
Mike reached out and gave her a shove. It set her to swinging back and forth. She gurgled as her chest heaved in a frantic attempt to pull air down into her lungs.
Dorothy’s hips began to sway. The whore really danced lewdly. I could tell she was suffering, and I was especially glad of that.
She began to do a sexy little shimmy. She undulated like a snake as the noose strangled the very life out of her. It was incredible!
Mike just stared as if in awe. I could tell how much he was enjoying her performance. Hell, I was enjoying it too.
Her arms jerked up and down behind her back. It looked like her neck was starting to lengthen a little. But her boobs weren’t bouncing as much as before.
Mike gave her another push. She kicked a little as her feet fluttered. Her mouth kept opening and closing as though she couldn’t get any air down her throat.
Mike swung her around to look at her ass. It made me jealous as hell. Did he ever look at mine the same way?
“She’s got a hot butt; doesn’t she, Sandy?”
“Yes she does, darling. It’ll look even better on her once she becomes a corpse.” I couldn’t hide my disgust at the way she was still commanding his attention as she strangled to death in the noose.
Dorothy shimmied again. I thought I saw her wet herself. I don’t know whether it was cum or urine.
She stared at Mike as he stood there watching. Actually it looked like she was staring at his erection. Even as she was dying that was all she seemed to be thinking about, the horny tart!
Dorothy had little seizures as she gently shimmied in the noose. I could see muscles twitching all over her body. Her face began to turn red from lack of oxygen to the brain.
“Lovely,” Mike observed in awe.
I sourly replied, “Couldn’t happen to a more deserving tart.” He just looked at me and smiled.
Dorothy settled down until she was hardly moving at all. She slowly rotated back and forth. But she maintained that stupid, lustful grin on her face as the life flickered out of her pupils. Mike finally stepped away, leaving the tart to dangle quietly.
He called me over with a wave. “I need you, Sandy.” Then he stood right in front of Dorothy, studying every inch of her dead body.
When I stepped forward, he pushed me to my knees. Then he roughly rammed his cock down my gullet. Dorothy’s dance of death had made him horny again.
I grunted as he gagged me with his erection. But he faced Dorothy the entire time. Her dangling nudity captivated him, and it kind of pissed me off.
My back was to the corpse as I swallowed a massive load of man-cream. But Mike only had eyes for the British tart. Even in death the bitch had his undivided attention.
Mike climbed the steps up onto the gallows. He worked at pulling the noose off from around her neck. He lowered her down before laying her out on the concrete platform with her legs spread and hanging off.
He motioned at her as he told me, “Let me see you get out of your clothes and lick the slut’s slit, Sandy.”
I gave him a dirty look as I undressed before I got down on my knees. I pulled her thong off and started licking and slurping her swollen labia. Her pussy was wet and winking as cum and urine oozed out.
Mike lifted me up onto my hands and feet, my ass in the air as I dutifully licked her out. He rammed his dick deep inside my throbbing womanhood from behind. At least he was shafting me instead of the corpse I was feasting upon.
I grunted into her muff with each hard thrust he gave me. I lifted my head up and told him, “Damn, darling! I had no idea this would excite you so much!”
“What’s not to love, Sandy? The sexy bitch looked hot as hell as she danced for me.”
I became a little indignant. “You don’t think I look hot as hell? I want you to lust after me way more than this dead tart!”
“Yeah, but I want to enjoy her body first.”
He pulled me aside before stepping forward and thrusting into her corpse. Then he fucked her good and hard. Her womanhood made squishy sounds as he really rammed her. He even enjoyed groping and mauling her dead boobs.
“Damn, Mike! I wish you’d enjoy my body the way you’re enjoying hers! Right now I’m jealous as hell!” I was starting to get a little pissed over the way he was enthusiastically fucking the dead strumpet.
He smiled as he told me, “I think I can make that happen, Sandy.”
He pulled out of her dripping slit before grabbing my arms and forcefully pulling them behind my back. The next thing I know, he’s tying my wrists together. I think he used the dead tart’s red thong.
I watched with alarm as he lifted up the wooden trap that had dropped out from under the dead slut’s feet. It latched and held. That’s when I felt a shiver of erotic horror ripple through me.
“Darling, what are you doing?”
“You want me to lust after you the way I’m lusting after her; am I right?”
That’s when it hit me. “Wait a minute, Mike! Darling? Couldn’t we wait and have a great fuck once we got back to my hotel room?”
“I was thinking of something else,” he replied as he marched me up the steps.
I started to hyperventilate as he walked me up and then out onto the wooden platform. For a moment I was afraid it was going to drop out from underneath me, making me fall and break my neck. That’s when Mike looped the coil around my throat, making sure I wouldn’t hit the floor below if the trap suddenly gave way.
He reached around from behind and groped my boobs. “Was this what you were thinking when you wanted me to pay more attention to you than I did to her?”
“Mike, please! I didn’t… ohhh!”
He fingered my dripping slit, making me writhe and whimper. Then he nuzzled my neck as he breathed, “You want to hang for me too; don’t you, darling? Isn’t that why you set all this up? You want me to enjoy a double hanging; am I right?”
I shook my head as I clenched around his wriggling fingers in my snatch. Then he climbed down off the gallows. He walked over and checked the equipment to make sure it was still recording.
I became anxious over the sudden turn of events. “Mike? Darling? Why don’t we go back to my room? Then we can play all the erotic games you like. Wouldn’t you like to fly home and play ‘firing squad’ with me?”
“I like this idea better, darling.” Judging by his erection I strongly suspected that was indeed how he felt about my immediate future.
I looked down at Dorothy lying on the platform close to me. She kept staring with those vacant eyes of hers. A dark red line around her throat indicated I was wearing a necklace that was about to leave a similar scar.
“M-Mike? Darling?” He just stepped forward until he was near the lever jutting out of the base of the gallows.
“You’re right, Sandy. You look sexy as hell standing there all noosed and naked. I’m just as turned on seeing you that way as I was when I hanged Dorothy.”
“D-Darling? Get me down and I’ll give you the fuck of your life!”
“Oh, I’ll be getting you down in a moment, Sandy. Soon you really WILL be giving me the fuck of my life. I just don’t think you’re going to feel it is all.” Then he stepped on the lever.
The trap crisply fell away beneath me. I cried out as I dropped. My voice was instantly silenced as I bounced at the end of the rope.
The pain was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. It gave my legs a life of their own. I swung and kicked as I struggled to pull a decent breath of air down my windpipe.
Mike stood there smiling as he stroked himself. Dorothy lay on the gallows looking up at me as though envious I was hanging while turning Mike on. It was not how I’d envisioned the conclusion of my trip to England.
I rasped and gurgled as I kicked and swung. I went back and forth as I twisted in place. Mike gave me an enthusiastic push, a big smile on his face.
It hurt like hell. I did everything I could think of to pull a breath of air into my chest. But nothing seemed to work.
Dorothy had put on quite the show in the noose. But in my pain I came up with a few moves that tart hadn’t even considered. I wasn’t even conscious I was doing it. My body instinctively seemed to know what moves would greatly arouse my boyfriend.
I tried bunny-hopping in the faint hopes it would relieve the agony around my throat. If anything, it tightened my noose even more. I began to shimmy and undulate until my thighs came together.
They rubbed my swollen clit until I humped the air from an involuntary orgasm. Mike was visibly impressed as he jerked his meat. “Damn, Sandy! Even Dorothy didn’t cum like that!” I would have willingly humped and climaxed time and again if only he would have taken me down long enough to let me have a single, solitary breath.
My neck really began to hurt. I lost feeling in my toes, my feet and my lower legs. I had a massive headache as my insides began to hurt from organs slowly dying inside.
I became aware of the splatter of urine. I’d shamefully lost control of my bladder. Mike just grinned at me.
I shimmied less and less as my mind became a fog. Mike gave me another push, setting me to twisting and swaying. I couldn’t feel anything below my waist. The sensations in my throbbing pussy no longer registered.
I finally dangled quietly as I gently swayed back and forth. I did not feel the wet stream slithering down my inner thighs. Mike was hard as a rock as he stepped forward.
“Now I’m going to get the fucking of my life. Sandy. I made sure I recorded it all. You and Dorothy are going to give me hours of pleasure whether I’m alone or showing off your hangings to some new girl.”
I lost all consciousness after that. I did not feel him splatter my legs with his spunk. I didn’t feel anything at all.
I was not the least bit aware when he freed me from the noose. He laid me down next to the corpse of that British tart. Then he took turns fucking our dead bodies until he’d fully drained his balls.
2020 (written for Mike and Sandy Aug 26 ’20 by riwa. Inspired by Mike’s Dorothy story idea and the renders he made for it.)