Charlize and Nattie passionately kissed. Their hands roamed each other’s vinyl-covered bodies. Their outfits came in contact with each other, rubbing and squeaking as they made out with each other.
The CEO of the company was particularly aroused. Charlize was making out with the corporation’s private executrix. The woman she was kissing had, in fact, hanged a couple of managers down in the basement of the corporate office within the past three months.
Maybe that was the reason for her attraction to her. Maybe that was why they had become lovers. Perhaps it was the thrill of being in the arms of a woman who’d taken a few lives by noosing them up and then dropping them.
She had to admit their outfits were also a major part of the attraction to the woman. They both loved wearing vinyl, especially when they were making out with each other. But tonight was especially arousing, being as how Nattie was wearing her executioner’s outfit: tight black vinyl from neck to toe, accompanied by long black vinyl gloves and knee-high black vinyl boots. The only thing missing was the hood.
They came up for air, breathing heavily. Then they went back at it. Charlize could not keep from kissing her lover passionately as her hands hungrily caressed up and down a sexy, vinyl-clad body.
She could not believe her good fortune. Here she was, making out with the company executioner. The thought drove her wild with sexual passion and excitement.
She kept thinking back to a moment in time just two weeks ago. On that day, the sexy woman in her grasp had hanged Melina for mismanaging her division. Charlize had personally signed off on the execution.
She’d met the corporate office heads down in the basement, and had watched as Nattie had dispatched the troublesome employee. She could still remember the black vinyl straight-jacket Nattie had used to secure the woman. The little black ball-gag had conveniently kept Melina from protesting.
She had excitedly watched along with the others while Nattie had finished strapping Melina’s ankles together. Then the executrix had looked right at the CEO. Charlize had to admit her crotch had been totally soaked when she’d nodded with flashing eyes for her lover to carry out the deed.
Nattie had gone over to the lever along the wall. Then she’d paused dramatically before pulling it. Poor Melina had let out a frightened, muffled squawk before dropping about a foot.
It had taken everything she had not to climax at that moment while watching Melina wriggle and squirm like a fish on a line. The squeaking sound of vinyl against flesh had only further inflamed her passions. Then Nattie had given her a knowing look, giving Charlize erotic chills.
In that tight outfit and restricted movements, it had taken Melina 15 minutes for her heart to stop beating. Then everyone had gone on about their business. But Nattie and Charlize had retired to the penthouse where the CEO had been the brutal recipient of her lover’s strap-on while both wore tight vinyl attire for the occasion.
They came up for air again, panting heavily. Nattie murmured, “What’s got you all hot and bothered tonight?”
“Oh, nothing much,” Charlize replied. “Just a mental image of you dropping Melina, and the sound of her vinyl rubbing as she gasped her last breath through that ball-gag.”
“You’re such a romantic,” Nattie laughed. Then she paused thoughtfully. “Or maybe… Perhaps you’re imagining it’s you who’s standing upon my trap getting ready to dance for me.”
“I’d be lying if I told you I’ve never thought about it,” the CEO breathed, her lips brushing against those of her lover.
“And I’d be lying if I told you I’ve never thought about hanging you in that sexy outfit,” the executrix breathed back. And the two aroused, vinyl-clad ladies passionately embraced again, furiously tonguing each other’s mouths.
A sudden ominous tone came from the executioner’s iPhone. She sighed as they pulled apart. “You’re not two-timing me, are you?” Charlize queried warily.
I’ve been expecting this one,” Nattie sighed. “I’d better take it somewhere else. I think Clifford’s going to need my services again for another one of his private spectacles.”
“You mean I’ve been missing out? There’s been other executions without my presence? Nattie, honey; you’ve been holding out on me!” The executrix just laughed before rising up, walking over, picking up her iPhone, and then heading out the door.
Charlize sighed heavily. Just when it was getting good. But the only one who could override any of her corporate decisions right now was Clifford the owner. And when he barked, everyone in the company jumped.
She got up, went over to the kitchenette and poured herself a glass of wine. Maybe patience was called for in this situation. There was a good possibility Nattie would be returning after hanging someone else down in the basement. No doubt she would be horny and would need some relief before retiring for the night.
Charlize thought back to poor Melina suffering in the noose that night in all that sexy vinyl. And of course there was Kara who’d been hanged a couple months earlier. She vividly remembered that one as well, being as how she’d also signed off on it.
So Clifford was having private executions, eh? That would explain the occasional employee turning up missing and never reporting for work again. The thought gave her an erotic thrill in her crotch. Perhaps she would have to ask the owner for permission to attend a few of his private, er uh… “functions”.
She thought about what they’d shared about her hanging for Nattie. It was an erotic rabbit hole she liked to go down from time to time. But that was never going to happen. After all, she’d covered her tracks too w–
The door suddenly opened. There was Nattie. This time she was wearing her executioner’s hood.
Charlize’s heart skipped a beat. “Clifford?” she asked in hopeful excitement. Nattie nodded.
“You came right back. Does that mean this time I’ve been invited?” Her lover nodded again.
Charlize stood up as a surge of sexual arousal tingled through her. Then she thought about her blouse. It was mostly sheer, hiding nothing. The CEO wondered if her whole outfit might not fit too well with Clifford’s stiff, formal demeanor.
“Maybe I’d better change,” she remarked with a knowing smile.
“Clifford says to bring you down just the way you are.”
“The way I am?? But he knows I like to dress a certain way whenever I’m entertaining…”
Her voice trailed off. There was something about the way Nattie was looking at her. There was something different in her lover’s eyes.
Her stomach lurched as her emotions swirled. Then Nattie advanced toward her. A small length of rope had appeared in her hand.
“Me??” Charlize gasped in astonishment. Nattie nodded.
“In this tight outfit??”
“We’ll walk slow, honey.”
The CEO’s heart sank with a thud. “Would it do any good if I ordered you not to do this?”
“Clifford outranks you. I have my orders. You’ve been a very bad girl, Charlize.” She paused before thoughtfully adding, “Am I going to get any trouble out of you?”
The CEO shook her head as she started to tremble. “No, Nattie,” she murmured quietly. “No trouble.”
The executrix came up to her and turned her around. Then she began tying her wrists tightly behind her back. There was a little bit of squeaking from the noise of rope against vinyl gloving.
“I suppose I should thank you,” Nattie remarked emotionlessly.
The CEO frowned. “Thank me? Thank me for what? Getting myself in trouble so that you would have the pleasure of hanging me?”
“That too,” the executrix replied. “No, I was thinking of Melina… and Kara… and Penelope… all executed on your orders with instructions to make sure they were ball-gagged and silenced so they could not proclaim their innocence. You’ve been a very bad girl.”
Nattie turned the CEO around. Then she produced a ball-gag. Charlize trembled again as a surge of fear mixed with a perverse arousal hit her hard.
She looked dubiously at the ball-gag. “That won’t be necessary, Nattie.”
“Oh, I know it won’t,” the executrix replied. “Clifford’s orders. He wants you treated the very same way you treated those others.” She paused before wryly adding, “I’m going to enjoy doing this to you, honey.”
“I’ll just bet you are-awulbbbb!”
The ball-gag was forced between her lips. It was secured tightly by the clasp at the back of her head. Charlize idly wondered just how much drool she would produce on their way down to the basement.
“Take one last look around,” Nattie offered.
The CEO looked all around her penthouse suite. She sure was going to miss all this. Then she turned and nodded with a grunt at her lover.
Nattie took her arm and escorted her to the express elevator. Then she rang for it. “How do you feel?” she remarked calmly without turning to face her. “The same way Melina must have felt? Or Kara? Or Penelope perhaps? All knowing they were going to their deaths on your command and helpless to do anything about it?” Charlize did not respond.
The door quietly opened. The executrix and the condemned both stepped through. Then they turned and faced the door as Nattie pushed the button to the basement.
“It puts things in a whole new light, doesn’t it?” Nattie said as she stiffly faced the door. “They were innocent the entire time. You knew that, didn’t you. Did it excite you knowing you were watching innocent women hang to death?”
Charlize did not give any kind of response, although with the ball-gag in her mouth she suspected her lover didn’t want or need one. After all, those women had served their purpose. They needed to be disposed of before the truth came to light.
The fact they were not guilty of anything?
Yes…
Charlize had to admit to a certain sense of perverse pleasure watching them suffer in their nooses.
“I must admit I enjoyed hanging them as well,” Nattie went on guiltily as she stared at the door. “Especially Melina. The way she wriggled as she fought her noose… as though protesting her innocence the entire time perhaps? I know you sure enjoyed it.”
Charlize was remembering that last hanging now, remembering how erotic it had been… so calmly snuffing the life of an innocent woman.
Now it was her turn. How would she respond once her feet were standing on the trap with the noose around her throat?
“And the way I raped you with that strap-on in your penthouse after her hanging? Did you really think that was all the punishment you were ever going to receive? I should have raped you harder. Hell, you probably would have loved that.”
Charlize thought back to that night: the hanging and subsequent orgasms that had been fucked out of her. Now that was all coming to an end. Did she really think she was truly going to get away with it all?
“You used me, Charlize,” Nattie remarked unhappily. “Of course, I used you right back. I was happy to hang those bitches because I thought they deserved it. But don’t you worry about it none. I’ve fantasized about this day for a long time. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever expect it to become a reality.” Then she leaned over and hissed, “I’m gonna enjoy every damn minute of your suffering, you bitch!”
At that moment the elevator suddenly came to a halt. That’s when an erotic jolt of fear and excitement hit the CEO like a freight train. She gulped as she started to tremble, a trickle of drool spilling out past her lips onto her vinyl blouse.
Nattie grabbed her and started to step forward. But Charlize suddenly found herself balking. “Oh, NOW you’re having second thoughts? I guess you should have thought things through more carefully before you sent those three women to their deaths. There’s no telling how many more Clifford had me execute before finding out the truth around here. Now let’s go!”
Once Nattie got her moving again, her lover began to walk at a steady pace. The execution chamber was just up ahead. Besides, there was no use trying to resist now. This was all being done on Clifford’s orders. Clearly he must have found out.
They paused outside the door to the chamber. Nattie pushed a button. Then they both waited.
The door suddenly opened. There was Clifford. He was dressed in black and was wearing a hood, something that looked like it would fit better on a mugger than an executioner. He never was very good at acting the part.
“Welcome, Charlize,” he said with a warm smile. “We’re so glad you could join us.” Then he motioned with a wave of his hand at the nine majority shareholders formally dressed standing stiffly in two rows. There was not a single look of mercy in their eyes.
“This way,” Clifford motioned toward the trap. “I’m sure you know the way. You’ve been down here several times before. You remember Melina, don’t you?”
Charlize stiffened with alarm. Of course she remembered Melina. She remembered just how much the woman had suffered… and how much it had turned her on. Was she about to suffer just as much?
Clifford took both arms and marched her over to the trap as Nattie walked beside them. That’s when the CEO began to hyperventilate. More drool was now spilling out past her ball-gag onto her vinyl blouse.
“That’s a lovely outfit you’re wearing,” Clifford told her with a smirk. “Very fitting; very appropriate.”
“She wore it special for this occasion,” Nattie told him with a wry smile.
“Did she now.” That’s when Charlize blushed at the way her breasts were so visible through the material. It was the first time she could ever recall being embarrassed about anything since she’d joined the company.
Clifford held her arms in a firm grip as Nattie gathered up the dangling coil. “Well, Charlize.” he told her. “I guess this is goodbye. I’d like to say it’s been good having you in our company. But I think Penelope, Kara and Melina would beg to differ.”
Charlize stiffened again. Her life was about to come to a harsh end in a matter of moments. It was hard to believe!
“Any last words?” the owner asked the condemned. Charlize let out a grunt of protest, indicating she was incapable of speech.
“Of course,” Clifford said as though catching himself. “How thoughtless of me. This is in the way. Here let me take care of that for you. Besides, we’re all looking forward to hearing your painful gasps for breath.”
He unlatched the ball-gag and then pulled it out of her mouth. Charlize worked her jaws as he tossed it aside. Nattie held the noose at the ready.
“Any last words?” Clifford asked again. “Not that you allowed any for Penelope, Kara and Melina.”
She started to speak. But she could only cough as her throat was dry. Now she was frightened out of her wits.
A small voice in the back of her head was laughing at her. It told her she’d casually sent all those women to their deaths. Now she was going to experience their painful hangings for herself.
“No?” Then Clifford moved her forward until her heels were placed upon the trap on top of the painted footprints.
He stepped back as Nattie looped the coil around her lover’s throat and tightened it. “No strap this time for your ankles,” she murmured softly. “We want those legs to fight in that tight vinyl outfit you’re wearing.”
Nattie patted her once on the shoulder before walking over to the lever. Charlize trembled like mad as she tried to catch her breath. She was supposed to be terrified… and she was. Yet why was she so insanely aroused right now??
“Any remorse?” Nattie quietly asked her, perhaps in a desire to bring closure to her own feelings of guilt at the pleasure she’d experienced hanging all those others.
The CEO barely heard the remark. Did she have any remorse? No, not really. It was mostly for getting caught. So she gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head.
“That’s what I thought. So you’ll get none from me as well.”
Charlize heard the lever being pulled. The trap abruptly fell away beneath her. She dropped about a foot before the rope caught her up short, tightening around her throat.
The jarring halt made her start to wriggle and kick. The outfit which she dearly loved now worked against her. It was incredibly tight, restricting her movements.
She heard the arousing squeak of vinyl against flesh. For a moment she forgot what was happening and wondered who was hanging so erotically. Then the agony around her throat brought her quickly back to reality.
She kicked; she wriggled; she shimmied. Then Clifford walked all around her. He smiled lustfully at her as he reached out to steady her convulsing form.
Others began walking around her. It was the shareholders. They observed, they touched, they steadied her jerking body, and then moved on.
At that point Nattie came into her field of vision. “I should have shoved toys up your holes, bitch. But I suspect you would have enjoyed them too much. So I’ll just wish you a happy hanging.” Then she reached out and caressed a quivering breast before walking back to her lever.
Charlize kicked, shimmied and humped. The desire to breathe was overwhelming. Her lungs screamed in her chest as she wriggled like a worm, instinctively trying to shed the constricting coil around her throat.
A moment later she started seeing things. Melina… Kara… Penelope… all kicking and fighting and hanging. Then all three were clinging to her, trying to tighten the coil around her throat even more. She rasped and gurgled as she tried in vain to scream.
There was Nattie with her strap-on. Only this time she had it rammed down her throat! She couldn’t breathe – she couldn’t breathe! Nattie; stop!!
Her pussy clenched and throbbed. Then it was as though she could feel Nattie raping her with that damned strap-on. It hurt – it hurt – she was cumming, but it hurt like hell!
Her vision changed again in her delirium. She was watching Melina suffer in the noose. No, wait! It was Melina watching HER suffer in the noose! Gawd; no!
She fought the noose for a good 14 minutes. It felt like an eternity until she finally hung limp. Clifford walked by again, touching and caressing her. He was followed by those damned shareholders.
Nattie came by and caressed her chest. “There’s a secretary I’m meeting later tonight,” she quietly told the dangling body. “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of her with my strap-on. And I’m gonna imaging it’s you the entire time.”
Charlize’s vision began to fail her. She could no longer feel her extremities. She felt cold all over.
She quivered one last time from an orgasm she barely acknowledged. Then her vision failed her. It was another two minutes before her heart stopped beating, ending the sordid tale of all the chaos she had caused within the company.
2/20/26 written for @Tonia28de and inspired by the manipulation she sent me.