A request for Kristy


Kristy Ellerson was 21, a student at Phoenix University. She’d been there three years now and still didn’t know what she wanted to do with her life. She’d had a couple of boyfriends, but they had not satisfied her.

One night she drove to a gay bar in Scottsdale. She wanted to try a location far enough away so as not to run into any of her classmates. The University she attended was large enough that it was unlikely she would bump into anyone she might know.

She went inside and looked around. She saw several same-sex couples enjoying themselves. But the place didn’t make her feel the least bit uncomfortable.

She went up to the bar and ordered herself a drink. The female bartender smiled as she got it for her. “I haven’t seen you in here before. You must be new.”

Kristy smiled warmly at her. “Just thought I’d come in and get a drink while looking around.”

“Well, I hope you enjoy your visit with us.” The bartender smiled as she gave her a knowing look before heading off to deal with another customer.

Kristy was looking around when she caught sight of someone she didn’t expect to run into. It was a female professor from the University. She’d taken one of her classes a couple years ago. So what the hell was she doing here??

The professor smiled at her, acknowledging her presence. She got up from her booth and came over to the bar, taking the empty seat right next to her. “I know you. Your name is Kristy, isn’t it?”

“You remember me?”

“Of course I do. You remember me, don’t you?”

“I took your history class, Miss, uh… Miss…”

“Salvason. Chanta Rose Salvason.”

“That’s right. It’s Chanta.”

“Would you like to come over and have a drink with me, Kristy?”

“Sure, Miss Salvason.”

“Call me ‘Chanta’. After all, I’m not your professor anymore. Calling me by my last name always makes me feel old.”

“Sure thing, Chanta.”

They took up the booth where Miss Salvason had previously been sitting. Kristy sat across from her for the time being. It wasn’t long before the memories came flooding back.

She remembered certain parts of that history class. Miss Salvason seemed to have more than a passing interest in historical executions. As Kristy recalled, she actually seemed to favor hangings.

“I never expected to see you here, Miss Salva – er… Chanta.”

“Oh? And why is that?”

“I thought you lived in West Phoenix. Isn’t this a little out of the way for you?”

“I like the people here. It’s a good place to, well… you know.”

“Hook up?”

The professor smiled. “You read my mind.”

They talked for several minutes. Kristy had no idea why she was becoming aroused. Was it because her former professor was trying to hit on her? Or was it the alcohol?

“I hope you don’t mind my saying this, Kristy. But I was attracted to you back when you were in my class. As I recall, you seemed to show some interest in some of the more… interesting parts of my course, so to speak.”

“So how do you feel about me now, Chanta?” Kristy was starting to think about what it might be like to hook up with her former university professor. Maybe a change of gender with someone she liked would lead to an erotic evening.

“If anything, I’d say I’m becoming even more attracted to you. Would you care to get out of here and go back to my place?”

“Sure; why not?”

Kristy was game. After all, Chanta was certainly attractive. A night of lesbian sex with her former professor might be loads of fun.

Chanta generously paid for the drinks. Kristy followed her out to their vehicles. She got into her car and followed her former professor back to the west side of Phoenix.

It was a good half hour before they drove up an isolated road to a house nestled into the side of a cliff. Miss Salvason’s home was really out-of-the-way. Kristy found it a little odd, but decided not to say anything. After all, anywhere Chanta wanted to live was all right with her.

They went inside where Chanta poured them both another drink. They sat close to each other as they sipped and chatted. At one point Miss Salvason leaned in and kissed her. Kristy willingly let it happen.

She loved the way Chanta had her hair tied up in a bun. She knew her former professor had long, flowing blonde hair. Maybe that was one of the reasons why she was so attracted to her.

They started making out with each other, a session that continued in the nude on the bed back in the master bedroom. Chanta was very talented at focusing on the sexual pleasure of others. After sharing a handful of orgasms with each other they took a break to have another drink.

For a long while Chanta just stared at her. It actually made Kristy feel a little uncomfortable. The professor finally broke the silence by saying, “Would you mind if I showed you what motivated me to bring you up here to my home in the first place?”

The university student smiled. “You can show me anything you want.”

Miss Salvason popped a CD into a player. When it popped up onto the TV screen it showed a video of a much younger Chanta Salvason. She was being fucked with a strap-on by a woman in her late thirties to early forties.

Kristy was shocked. “Miss Salvason?? I don’t believe it! You were fucked by… by… who the hell is she? I don’t recognize her.”

“Back then she was my university professor. She seduced me when I was nineteen. I never found out until later she’d been recording our sessions together.”

“Did you report her to the University?”

“No I didn’t. What could I do? It was her word against mine. Besides, you know how the rules have changed. Professors are given a lot more leeway with their students these days. She even threatened to withhold my degree and ruin my future employment unless I came up here every weekend and let her fuck me.”

“So she blackmailed you then?”

“That’s exactly what she did. But I got her back. I sent an application for her to appear at Dolcett Meats. Then I sent a report to the University that she had to report to Dolcett Meats at the end of the school year. She was terrified the moment she found out.”

“After classes were over I reported to her house for one last fuck. She had a nice home up in the hills. But when I caught up to her she’d become a totally different person.”

“The bitch was frightened out of her wits. She told me she was in big trouble and didn’t want to report to Dolcett Meats. She said it was all a huge mistake. But she didn’t know what she could do about it.”

“I figured it was time to tell her the truth. So I told her I was the one who’d set the whole thing up. I also explained I was the only one who could go back and undo the damage I’d caused… you know… using official passwords and such to make it all proper.”

“Naturally she threatened to report me. I told her to go right ahead. It wouldn’t make a damn bit of difference. She was still going to end up on some diner’s plate before they found out what really happened. At Dolcett Meats they’re always on the lookout for fresh meat, you know. Even an older bitch like her is welcome.”

“At that point she begged me to fix everything. She wanted me to undo what I’d done. I asked her why I should care about her. After all, she’d been pretty cruel to me during my years at the University.”

“She said she was sorry. She said she’d do anything to make it up to me. She just kept begging me to change the application so she wouldn’t have to report to Dolcett Meats.”

“I told her I might consider it. But first I wanted to pay her back for all those rough sex sessions she’d put me through. She didn’t like that at all. But what other choice did she have?”

Chanta paused and smiled. Then she motioned at the screen. “Take a look at this next part.”

A scene appeared of that same professor all tied up spread-eagled on the bed. Chanta was on top of her with a strap-on. Kristy watched as a younger version of the woman she was now sitting with fucked her own professor in her mouth, cunt and ass.

“I gave her back what she did to me during all those fuck-sessions, Kristy. I gave it back to her in spades. I really made her suffer. Every time she tried to protest I reminded her she was going to end up spitted and roasted over an open fire. And I told her I was going to make damned sure I got to be there when it happened.”

Kristy looked at Miss Salvason as she felt a sense of growing unease. Obviously this was not a woman to be trifled with. Thankfully Chanta hadn’t treated her the same way back in her master bedroom earlier that evening. But what if she wanted to abuse her now?

The screen changed. The next scene showed the professor all noosed up. She was standing naked on a chair, her arms tied behind her back. The younger Chanta was all over her, taunting her as she groped and pawed her body.

In the video Miss Salvason fingered her older professor’s dripping pussy before fucking her cunt with a toy. Chanta stopped the playback before telling Kristy, “I made the bitch stand there with a noose around her neck. I degraded her… called her names… fucked her pussy and ass. I really made her suffer. But she had to take it if she wanted to be released from that order I’d sent to Dolcett Meats.”

“When I was ready I dropped a bomb on her. I told her the order to Dolcett Meats couldn’t be rescinded. Then I told her I’d already put in an application to take over her job at the University.”

“The administrator said I had to wait until she was dead. He explained I couldn’t have the job until she was officially processed at Dolcett Meats. It was just a formality, but basically the job was mine once she was gone.”

“When I told her that, the bitch looked at me in horror. I sneered as I told her, ‘What are you going to do now, you sick cunt? You’ve got no job and no future. And you’ve still got to report to Dolcett Meats. I hope you’re alive and kicking when they put you on to roast.’ Then I paused before telling her, ‘The way I see it, you’ve only got one choice.’ ”

“What did she do?” Kristy asked, beginning to suspect she already knew the answer. In response Chanta played more of the video. It showed the younger Salvason’s professor voluntarily stepping off the chair.

Kristy watched Miss Salvason in the video eagerly cheer her professor’s hanging. The younger Chanta called the dangling woman a cunt and a bitch as she told her to kick her life away for her pleasure. She even masturbated as the older woman fought the noose.

Kristy felt a strange sexual stirring watching the woman kick her life away on the video. Her former professor was actually showing her what she was capable of. It filled her with a terrible sense of foreboding.

“I hanged that bitch to death, Kristy. I hanged her and I’m proud of it. She may have stepped off the chair voluntarily. But I forced her to stand up there in the first place. That bitch kicked her life away for me. And I loved every fucking minute of it.”

In the video the younger Chanta told her dying professor she was going to make sure her corpse made it to Dolcett Meats. She was going to end up being served as meat anyway. And she was going to make sure she got a good piece of rump roast to bring home to enjoy.

On the video the professor’s bladder gave way as she gently swung back and forth. The younger Chanta walked up to the dangling woman and fingered her cunt. Then she put the sticky fingers into her mouth.

The younger Miss Salvason in the video appeared to savor the flavor. Then she told her dying professor, “You should thank me for cumming in the noose, bitch. At least you got an orgasm out of it.”

Miss Salvason smiled before stopping the video. She told Kristy, “That bitch got what was coming to her. But this is the best part.” Then she hit “Play” one last time.

The screen showed a scene of the naked professor impaled on a metal pole, spinning on a rotisserie over an open flame. A few moments later it showed her naked, steaming body on a butcher’s table. Parts were being sliced off and prepared to serve. The last scene showed a young Chanta being given a plate of food which she eagerly dove into.

Miss Salvason proudly told her former student, “I even took her home, Kristy. This is where she used to live. And I took her job too. She taught history. That’s where I learned all about hanging criminals in all those countries over the years.”

“During my tenure I’ve fucked all sorts of sexy girls. I brought every one of them up here. I pleasured them and they pleasured me. Of course I should let you in on a little secret. Some of them pleasured me in a very special way more than the others.”

“A special way, Miss Salvason?” Alarm bells were now going off in Kristy’s head.

“That’s right, honey. You see, I didn’t just fuck them. I actually hanged some of them.”

“You hanged them??”

Kristy was taken aback. She suddenly felt anxious being in this woman’s presence. Was it possible she might be in real danger??

“I hanged them right here, honey. I immensely enjoyed myself each time I strung another one up. Some were willing and some were reluctant. A couple didn’t want to be hanged at all. But in the end they had no choice.”

“I love a good consensual hanging, honey. But sometimes you just gotta string someone up who doesn’t want to go out that way; you know? You can’t help but savor the fear of the unwilling, especially when you take away the ground they’re standing upon. It’s something truly spectacular. I’ve certainly had some incredible orgasms watching them suffer.”

Kristy was more than a little fearful for her life. What should she do? She was still naked. Could she reach the keys to her car and get out in time?

“I’ve thought about you for a long time, honey. I thought about you back when I was teaching that class you were in. I even thought about bringing you up here and hanging you special.”

Kristy gulped uncomfortably. This was not going well at all. Would she be able to fight her off if it came to that? Or would she be forced to give in to a professor of the university?

“Tonight I thought about hanging you while we were having sex, Kristy. I really get off on it. Deep down I know you’d make a great gasper. But there’s something more important that I’m going to have to deal with in the very near future.”

“There is?” Kristy’s head was swirling with fear as she experienced a perverse arousal.

“You know that old phrase ‘what goes around, comes around’, don’t you?”

“I don’t understand.”

“It’s simple really. Not too long ago I overheard a conversation in the professor’s lounge. It seems they’re voiding my contract next month. A couple of bitches plan on arranging for me to take a private tour of Dolcett Meats, if you know what I mean.”

She paused for a moment to let that sink in. Then she smiled as she shook her head. “Ironic, isn’t it? Call it my former professor’s revenge-from-the-grave if you will.”

Kristy was astonished. “Dolcett Meats? You’re going to have to report to Dolcett Meats??

“One way or another I think those bitches are going to make it happen. I’ll be losing my job at the end of the month anyway. How easy will it be for them to help me lose my life at Dolcett Meats after that? Sort of a double whammy, don’t you think? Ironic, isn’t it?”

“So why are you telling me all this? I mean… don’t you want to…” She gulped as she tried to catch her breath. Then she stammered, “I mean… don’t you want to hang me?”

“As much as I’d like to – and believe me, it would definitely bring me some momentary pleasure – in the end, my fate will still be the same. I don’t want to be spitted alive any more than that stupid bitch I strung up and hanged in here so many years ago.”

She paused for a moment. Kristy detected a sense of sadness and vulnerability. Then Miss Salvason told her, “To be honest, I invited you up here for some sex and to show you what I’ve done. Now I want to ask a favor of you.”

“A favor? What kind of favor?”

“I want you to hang me.”

Kristy was stunned. “Miss Salvason; are you insane??”

“I deserve to be hanged, honey… every bit as much as that bitch deserved it all those years ago. I want you to experience what I experienced back when I hanged that fucking cunt. I want you to enjoy my hanging, just like I enjoyed all the hangings I’ve been a part of throughout the years.”

Kristy abruptly rose to her feet and started gathering up her clothes. Miss Salvason rose with her. The student was alarmed her former professor might change her mind and hang her before she could safely make her way out the door.

Chanta stuck her hands out in a defensive posture. “No, honey; don’t worry. I’m not going to hang you, much as I might enjoy it. I know I’ve given you a lot to think about. So let me give you something to take home with you; ok?”

She went and retrieved a flash drive. Then she handed it over to her former student who had quickly gotten dressed. “This has something on it you might want to watch. It might help you make up your mind. I want you to look it over and then give me a call. Can you do that for me, honey?”

Kristy nodded numbly as she hesitantly accepted it. Was she actually going to be allowed out of the house with incriminating evidence? She wouldn’t feel totally safe until she was in her car speeding home.

“Think it over, honey. Then give me a call. Something tells me you’re the type who might really get off on a good hanging. It may not seem like it right now. But I have a good sense about these sorts of things.”

“Ok, Miss Salvason. I, uh… I think I’d better be going… oh, you don’t need to see me to the door. I can find my way out.” Then she rushed out before her former professor could change her mind.

She raced out to her vehicle, climbed inside and then frantically started the engine. Kristy went speeding down the road like a bat out of hell. It wasn’t until she was a couple miles away that she finally pulled over to catch her breath.

Kristy’s hands were trembling so bad she could barely hang onto the steering wheel. She couldn’t believe the night she’d just had. She sat there for the longest time before she was finally able to compose herself enough to drive the rest of the way home.

2019; 2020 (written Jun 29 ’19; ed. Jul 27 ‘20 by riwa)

(Inspired by an idea by Gunnerob)

Note: For those who are curious, this was as far as I ever got with this story.

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