”What am I doing here?”
Scarlett J was indignant as I marched her through the grounds of my estate. She was not happy having her wrists tied behind her back. Nor was she happy with my pistol in her back.
“You’re here because I had a request.”
“What sort of request?”
I smiled behind her as I marched her forward. We passed through a hedge into an open area. The gallows that appeared made an interesting contrast among the flower bushes.
She looked at the structure in alarm. “What the hell is that?”
“That’s the request I was given, ScarJo. I like to honor my requests whenever I can.”
“You’re going to hang me?”
“Sort of looks that way, doesn’t it?”
“Oh, hell no!”
I pushed the barrel of my revolver into her back. Then I told her, “To be perfectly honest, I prefer using a firing squad. We can do that if you prefer. I just love perforating gorgeous chests.”
“Asshole.” Then she resolutely headed toward the gallows. She must have concluded it would be difficult running in her heels. Besides, I don’t think she wanted a bullet in the back.
I marched her up to the top of my gallows. She looked at the noose and gasped. I don’t think she believed I was serious.
“Are you really going to do this?”
In reply I pushed her over to the large trap. Then I looped the rope around her neck. “I apologize for it not being a regulation 13 loop noose, ScarJo. At least it’s nice and thick. You should strangle for a good several minutes for me; that is, unless your neck is fragile. Do you have a fragile neck, ScarJo?
“Go to hell, asshole.”
“You first,” I told her with a smile as I placed the gun out of sight. I didn’t need it anymore.
I smiled as I told her, “Usually I require my victims to give me a blowjob before I send them to their deaths. I don’t suppose you’d be interested?”
She faced away from me as she snorted, “Fuck off!”
“Are you sure you won’t change your mind? It would delay your hanging by a few minutes.”
“Any way I can totally get out of hanging up here?”
“I’m afraid not.”
“Then let’s get this over with.”
“Defiance; that’s good. I like that in a victim.”
“Bastard!”
She panted heavily as I walked over to the lever that would release the trap. “Any last words before I drop you?”
“I got nothing more to say to you.”
“There’s still time for that blowjob.”
“Go to hell.”
“How about a last fuck?”
“Over my dead body.”
“Your terms are acceptable.” Then I pulled the lever.
She dropped maybe a foot or two. I thought the noose might break her neck. That would have been the merciful thing. But fate wasn’t being merciful to Miss Scarlet Johansen today.
The rope shifted as she started to dance for me. And boy, how she danced! It was incredible!
I suppose it was my fault really. I’d made sure the rope was nice and thick. She really struggled with it around her neck.
She was quite the fighter. I could tell she desperately wanted to live. Her legs really kicked as she gyrated in the noose.
Somehow she got turned around until she was facing the gallows. She fought to work her legs back up onto the platform. She was doing everything in her power to ease the pressure of the noose around her neck.
It was amazing how she managed to get both legs back onto the platform. The noose even looked like she was trying to work it off. She managed to splay herself up on the platform, somewhat easing the tension of the rope around her throat.
She rasped and gurgled as she looked at me. She was actually getting more air with less of her weight in the noose. What was I to do over this dilemma?
“Change your mind about that blowjob?” I asked with amusement. She rasped as she tried to glare defiantly at me.
I smiled at her as I asked, “Want me to leave you like that? It looks kind of painful. It might take you a long time to strangle to death that way. Of course I might actually enjoy that.”
Something flashed in her eyes as her legs struggled. Then she shook her head as she rasped and gurgled. I don’t think she wanted her agony to be extended indefinitely.
“Maybe it’s all that weight,” I observed thoughtfully. “Let me see if I can make you a little lighter.”
I carefully removed her top and bra. Then I tossed them off the gallows. “That any better?” I asked with a sly grin.
She tried to speak. But her words hung up in her throat. She was still rasping… still getting a little air.
I removed her garter, heels and stockings. Then I pulled off her bottoms. Her cunt glistened beckoningly from her fearful arousal.
She rasped again as she shook her head. Apparently she didn’t like me taking everything off. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I remove too much? I’ll put something back.”
I slipped her heels back on. Then I smiled cruelly. “How’s that?”
She rasped at me again as she shook her head. “Oh, you want me to take something off of mine? You want me to remove my trousers? Certainly; be glad to!”
I pulled my pants and briefs off. My exposed cock immediately stood at attention. She looked at it and then looked at me. The expression in her face indicated she didn’t appreciate my gesture.
I smiled cruelly at her. “Still strangling? How about a fuck for a quicker death?”
She rasped again. Despair filled her features. Then she nodded her head.
“Good girl. Finish me off and I’ll do the same to you.”
I parted her legs as I lifted her up. My cock easily slid inside her. Then I started thrusting.
“I knew you wanted it, ScarJo. I can tell by how wet your cunt is. See; I slid right in! Feel free to enjoy yourself since it’ll be the last fuck you ever feel.”
I took my time pumping her. I enjoyed how she clenched around my thrusting shaft. I don’t know if that was deliberate on her part or simply a reflex forced by the noose strangling her.
“I’m going to cum now, ScarJo. Get ready for my baby batter.” Then I thrust nice and deep.
She really milked me as I pumped her full of my seed. By now her face was really getting red. She didn’t have much time left.
“How about that ass, Scarlett? Mind if I fuck that ass?”
She rasped and gurgled in response. Her face was turning red. Drool fell off her tongue onto her tits.
“Ok – ok. I promised you a little mercy. Let’s get you back to fully hanging like the noose whore you are. I’ll just take your ass after you’re dead. How does that sound?”
I swung her back around and let her legs dangle. She began to hitch and shudder. She was hardly making any noise at all.
I laid there on the gallows as I watched her ass. It looked so nice and inviting. My cock was getting hard again.
“You really do have the nicest ass, ScarJo. I’ve got a great view from back here.” In response her legs fluttered as her arms jerked a little behind her back.
“You know, ScarJo? I don’t think I can wait until you’re gone. I think I want to feel that ass right now.”
She kicked a little as she gyrated in the noose. I was pretty sure she was dying as she was hardly making those rasping noises anymore. But that sweet ass certainly had my attention.
“You know, ScarJo?” I said as I started stroking myself. “I know I told you I was going to wait until you were dead to take that ass. But I don’t think I can wait that long.”
Was she still alive? How much was that ass clenching in her death throes? A part of me just had to know.
I sat on the edge of the gallows with my legs dangling. I pulled her back to me. Then I thrust my dick up her ass. It felt heavenly.
I smiled as I told her, “You can die now, ScarJo. You can die with my cock up your ass. You might not enjoy it as much as I will. Hell, by now you might not even be able to feel it. But I sure can. Your ass is twitching like a tornado.”
She began to clench as she went into spasms and shudders. Her ass milked another cum out of me until she gurgled. I heard the death rattle in her throat as her bladder released and she pissed herself. Then she hung limp, fully impaled on my cock.
I let her go and watched as she hung limp and lifeless while gently swaying back and forth. “Hell of a show, ScarJo! Hell of a show!”
I gleefully swatted her ass. It set her to gently swaying back and forth. I slapped her ass again, enjoying the way it made her twist and sway.
I laid out on the gallows and looked at her from behind for the longest time. It really was a nice ass. I decided I would have to take it again before I buried her.
(Jan 16 ’20)
(Inspired by the Mike Hunt renders and his story idea.)