Gwuineth carefully opened her eyes. The sun was shining outside through the open doorway. Clearly, it was morning.
She groggily took stock of her surroundings. She was in some sort of barn with straw upon the ground. Then she jerked with a start as a cow began sniffing at her.
She quickly rose up, only to discover she was naked, dirty and covered with cum. That’s when she remembered it all. They had all enjoyed her before leaving her lying there in the dirt and straw without anything to wear.
She wearily rose to her feet. The cow did not bother her in the slightest. In fact, nothing bothered her anymore, not after what she’d just been through.
She went to the opening and looked outside. Nobody was around. She was in some sort of barn on the edge of a town she was not familiar with.
It came rushing back to her why she was even there in the first place. Again, it did not seem to bother her. What did it matter, now that her life was officially over?
She thought about the past few hours in the barn with all those men. They had used and abused her, and they had certainly enjoyed themselves. She smiled inwardly when she realized that she, too, had ultimately enjoyed the perverse, sexual adventure.
Her mind drifted back to the prince. That’s when her mood darkened. Oh yes; the prince.
Her father had brought her a long way to marry the prince. She’d been dropped off at the castle, only for her father to turn right around and start the long trek back home. At least now he had one less mouth to feed.
The arrangements had all been made. At the time, she was even looking forward to it. But she soon discovered to her horror that the Prince was fat and balding, and was not the least bit handsome as she’d been informed.
He could not even wait for the ceremony the following day. They’d had sex all that evening in his private room… or at least they’d tried to have sex. But it had been horrible.
He was drunk the entire time. Worse, he could hardly perform. She had finally begged him to stop.
He had demanded she give him the release he craved. Then he’d demanded they start making babies right away before the wedding ceremony even commenced. But she thought him incapable, especially considering his inebriated state. That’s when he’d threatened her with a knife.
In response, she’d grabbed a candlestick and had clobbered him over the head with it. As soon as he went down, she was sure she’d killed him. That would surely mean the gallows for her.
In desperation, she’d snuck out in the middle of the night in a nightgown. She had wandered through town looking for rescue when she came upon a man in a tavern. Explaining her desperation to get away, he had given her a ride on his horse.
Gwuineth had essentially jumped out of the frying pan straight into the fire. The man had taken her quite a distance to a small hamlet… this one, as she now recalled. Then he had introduced her to his friends.
They had spent the next several hours in the barn she had just awakened in. They had all used her repeatedly. Her nightgown had gotten shredded to pieces in the process.
She couldn’t remember the exact moment the pain had morphed into pleasure. Maybe it was because they had all been so rough with her. Or maybe it was because of the names they had called her. All she knew was that she’d started having orgasms.
She already knew what they felt like, as she’d masturbated many times before, even though her father had insisted on her saving her purity for marriage. But the Prince had barely acknowledged her virginity. His drunkenness meant she hadn’t enjoyed a moment of it, thus crushing her hopes of what it would finally feel like.
But the men of the last few hours? They certainly knew what they were doing. And they certainly knew enough to give her the pleasure the Prince had been incapable of bestowing upon her.
She smiled as she remembered how they’d treated her. In the end, she had enjoyed being used like a harlot. It had made her feel cheap and dirty, just the way she currently looked in her nudity. But it had been a far more pleasurable experience than what had transpired with that totally inept Prince.
Her smile faded. Oh yes; the Prince. They would be looking for her now. And she would soon find herself facing the gallows.
What would it feel like? Gwuineth had certainly witnessed a few hangings in her day. She figured it was going to hurt, as those who had hanged certainly looked as though they had suffered.
She didn’t know what else to do. So she began walking toward town. Maybe somebody would take pity on her.
She rounded a corner and gasped at what she saw. There was a rough looking gallows at the back of a building. It looked as though they conducted the occasional execution there.
Gwuineth was about to turn and run away when she stopped. She turned back and stared at the gallows. Then she slowly approached it.
She took it all in: the frame; the open trap; the empty, dangling coil. Then she thought about the Prince she’d clobbered. Soon, she’d be wearing something quite similar to the coil she now saw dangling before her.
She slowly walked up to the gallows, perhaps out of curiosity or perhaps out of resignation. She was going to be wearing a noose sooner or later. Why not familiarize herself with it now while she had the opportunity?
Gwuineth stared at the dangling coil as her mind went back to all the hangings she’d previously witnessed. Many of the men she’d seen hanged seemed to be sporting bulges, having erections similar to the ones she’d enjoyed mere hours ago. Now why was that?
She thought about the women she’d seen who’d danced in the noose. One middle-aged woman who’d killed a shopkeeper had wriggled like a worm as though becoming possessed. Another time, a young woman, about her age and accused of theft, had danced like a maniac.
But that older woman she’d watched who’d offed her husband? Gwuineth had recognized all the signs of pleasure during her suffering. Thus, watching her dance had affected her in ways she had not anticipated.
Gwuineth climbed up onto the gallows for a closer look. Then she stared at the dangling coil. What would it feel like to hang to death?
Was this where she was destined to end her life? Had those gentlemen brought her to that barn, knowing this was nearby? It did seem as though she was fated for it.
Gwuineth sat down with her legs dangling off the edge of the trap, oblivious to her nudity. The noose was right there, framing her face. Again, she pondered what would it feel like.
She thought back to that middle-aged woman who’d wriggled like a worm. It was as though she’d been trying to throw the noose off from around her neck. Gwuineth closed her eyes and tried to remember every moment of that event.
Next, she thought of that young woman who’d danced like crazy. Everyone had thought she’d put on a good show. Gwuineth found herself tingling as she thought back on it.
But that older woman? Rumor had it she had been a harlot. It was said she’d gone back to her profession because she enjoyed it so much.
Her husband had found out, and she’d killed him during the ensuing argument. Thus, she’d been found guilty of murder, and they had strung her up. Gwuineth now remembered some of the spectators remarking that she had hanged the way she had lived her life: by fucking herself to death in the noose.
Gwuineth remembered her recent sexual encounter. She’d actually been choked a couple of times. It had scared her, but she had also orgasmed rather intensely. She didn’t know why.
She looked at the noose as she thought about that old woman. Then her hand absentmindedly went down to her crotch where she instinctively began touching herself. Manually getting herself off was something she had done so many times before.
Fucking in the noose… being choked during sex? Gwuineth could not make heads or tails of it. But she remembered how good the sex had been despite the roughness being heaped upon her.
She pictured the old woman dancing in the noose, wriggling and thrusting out her hips. Yes, she thought she could understand that. The crowd had certainly loved it.
Gwuineth closed her eyes and mentally pictured that old woman’s hanging as she touched herself. Even now, she could hear the enthusiastic cries of the crowd in her mind. And she remembered the way the skirt had billowed as the poor woman had humped the air.
She opened her eyes and looked at the dangling coil. It made her inhale sharply. Then she closed her eyes and thought about that old woman again, remembering her wriggling and dancing in the noose.
The more she thought about it, the more she worked her fingers inside her. Why was this exciting her so? Gwuineth still didn’t understand.
She remembered more of the events around that hanging. As she recalled, there were indications the spectators had gotten all worked up as well. Females had looked as though they were about to faint with excitement. And several males had sported noticeable bulges.
The old woman’s face had turned purple. Then her tongue had protruded as drool spilled off her lips. But she had humped her way through her hanging until she had lost the strength to continue.
What had it felt like? Some of the spectators remarked she had hanged like the whore she truly was. Had it been just as pleasurable for that old woman as it had been painful?
Gwuineth wondered if she was now a whore. All those men had certainly used and abused her. In the end, she had actually enjoyed it.
She thought about that old woman’s hanging again. Gwuineth pictured it in her mind right up to the apex of her dance of death. Then her own legs instinctively spread so she could bring maximum pleasure to herself with her fingers as she remembered that incredible hanging.
Gwuineth surprised herself by climaxing. It was intense, and it felt pretty good. She paused afterwards as she caught her breath.
She looked all around. No one was there. No one had been watching her.
Her eyes suddenly spied something on the edge of the gallows, off near the corner of the platform. It was a small length of rope. Was it what they used to bind the hands of the condemned?
Gwuineth rose up and went over to it. She picked it up and examined it in her hand before looking over at the dangling coil. She was sure they would be coming after her over what she’d done to the Prince.
She walked back over to the edge of the trap. Then she reached out and grabbed the noose. It gave her an erotic shiver something fierce just to feel it in her hand.
What had it felt like for that old woman? Would she be finding out in the next few days or weeks? Did she even want to wait that long? Why not find out now!
She inhaled as she carefully looped the noose around her throat. It gave her another erotic shiver. Killing the prince… condemned to a gallows upon being discovered… was this what her life had been destined for this whole time?
She stepped back, increasing the tension of the rope around her throat. It gave her a shiver of dread. But it also sparked something between her legs.
She looked at the small coil of rope in her hands. Gwuineth frowned. They always tied the hands of the condemned behind their backs. Could she even…?
She fumbled with the rope behind her back. No, she couldn’t really make it tight. But she could mostly secure it… or could she?
She pulled until it felt modestly tight. She closed her eyes as she felt around behind her back. It wasn’t very secure; she was certain she could get herself out of it if she so desired. But did she so desire?
She stepped up to the edge of the trap and looked downward. It would be so easy. All she would have to do is step off. Then all her worries would be over.
She leaned forward, and then stopped herself. No, she wanted to live. But what did she have to live for?
She thought about that old woman again. The poor thing had reached a point where she had nothing further to live for. But her performance had certainly captivated the crowd that had gathered to observe the proceedings.
Gwuineth leaned forward, only to stop herself again. She really didn’t want to do this. Maybe it was time to untie herself and get out of this noose.
On the other hand, she was a whore now. Those guys had certainly treated her like a whore. And she’d already seen the fate of one whore.
Gwuineth became aware of a light breeze that caressed her, blowing her hair. It would be so easy. One small step, and it would all be over.
What if she waited to get caught? Would they torture her? It was exceedingly possible. And she wasn’t sure she wanted to experience what brutal men were truly capable of.
She trembled as she stood on the precipice of life and death. She had never felt more alive than she did at that very moment. And oddly, she had never felt more aroused either.
It would be so easy. They were going to hang her anyway… or worse. Did she really want to stick around long enough to find out just how ‘worse’ things could get?
Gwuineth started to lean forward. At the last moment, she changed her mind. But she had already leaned too far forward.
She lost her balance and pitched forward, falling into the opening of the trap. The noose pulled her up short with a jerk. She grunted upon hitting the end of the rope.
She jerked her arms up and down behind her back as she gently swung back and forth. The pain was incredible! Maybe she could reach the front edge of the trap.
She tried to reach out with her legs. But it was too far away. Reaching backward with her feet was just as ineffective.
She grunted and gurgled as she tried to hold still. Now that was stupid. Or had she subconsciously done it on purpose.
She glanced all around. Maybe someone would come and get her down. But it immediately occurred to her they would probably just leave her there to hang, enjoying witnessing the suffering of another naked whore on the gallows.
Asphyxiation from the noose sent messages to her crotch. She was really horny now. But she couldn’t reach anything… couldn’t touch anything.
Maybe if she wriggled. She could wriggle a little. Gwuineth gently humped air, only for the noose to tighten as the feelings between her legs intensified.
She had to remain perfectly still. Maybe that would help. But there was agony around her throat; her breathing was suffering.
Panic swelled within her until she began wriggling like a worm. It did no good. The noose tightened, but it also intensified the feelings in her womanhood.
No! It hurt too much! She didn’t want to die! Then she began kicking and swinging like a maniac…
It hurts – it hurts – IT HURTS – WHAT HAVE I DONE?? Then Gwuineth felt something lodge in her… what had those men called it? Her cunt??
She was dirty; she was filthy; she was a dirty whore… and dirty whores had to hang! She was a dirty whore, guilty of murder. And now she had to hang like one!
It exploded in her crotch. A moment later, she was furiously humping. That filthy ruffian had choked her while fucking her… and she had LOVED it! Now it felt as though he was fucking her again!
For a moment, it felt as though she’d left her body. She could see herself writhing and humping, just like that old woman. And now, she was climaxing; she could recognize it!
Gwuineth humped her way through one ruffian after another. It felt as though she could feel each cock once more, while someone was somehow choking the life out of her. She was choking to death… strangling to death! And glory be; she was orgasming… just like the whore she was!
She writhed, humped, and climaxed. She imagined villagers standing around cheering her on. No; now she was alone watching that old woman fuck her way to oblivion in the noose. Wait… now she was dangling right next to her, hanging side by side, both of them fucking the air in a lewd duet!
The noose tightened until it choked the very life out of her. Gwuineth felt internal organs dying until she felt her legs start to go numb. But she was still cumming, even as her vision was starting to spiral away.
She concluded it was so much better than the prince had ever been…
Gwuineth lost all feeling as she gently swung back and forth. The breeze blew strands of hair across her face. There was agony in her expression. But it was mixed with the faintest hint of sexual bliss in her features.
All sensations and consciousness fled from her until she dangled quietly. Her toes wriggled a little as her hands flexed reflexively behind her back. An orgasmic aftershock made her gently hump the air.
Gwuineth ended up gently swinging back and forth, her body twisting one direction and then the other.
At least she no longer had to worry about the prince…
2024 (written for Noosegirl May 9 ’24 by riwa. Inspired by her renders.)