Antoinette thrust hard into her girlfriend while pulling tightly on the rope that strangled her. Terrie gawked and shuddered on her hands and knees. She could hardly breathe, but her cunt was clenching magnificently around the phallus being rammed deep inside her.
Antoinette seemed to love taunting her. “How about it, bitch? Going to cum for me as you die? I think that’s exactly what a slut like you should do. And I’m going to enjoy every damn minute of it. Now be a good snuff-slut and watch yourself in that full length mirror as I strangle the shit out of you.”
Terrie rasped and gurgled as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Reflected back was a familiar face turned red with asphyxiation. Also reflected back was Antoinette’s look of sadistic lust in her eyes. There was no mercy in her expression. After this night, their relationship would be coming to an end.
“I know how much you love erotic asphyxiation, you stupid bitch. I’ve strangled you many times before. But I know you love to go out slumming around. So I think I’ll just end things between us right here and now. But not before I have a little fun one last time. How about it, bitch? Is this as much fun for you as it is for me?”
Antoinette rammed her girlfriend’s pussy harder. Terrie could feel it welling up inside her. Her mind told her to act in self-preservation. But her body reacted to the pleasure of her painful asphyxiation.
“Just look at yourself in the mirror, bitch! See how red your face is? See how your eyes roll up into the back of your head? That’s from the pleasure of my strap-on raping your slutty cunt as I strangle the shit out of you. You fucking love it, don’t you?”
In response, Terrie went into orgasmic seizures. Her vision diminished as her lungs screamed at her for a single breath. Pleasure mixed with pain, blinding her to the danger of her situation.
The rope around her neck eased off. Terrie gulped a couple breaths of air. The color returned to her face. But the strap-on was still ramming her cunt with all the fury of an angry girlfriend.
“Was it good for you too, bitch? You sure climaxed hard that time as you lost your fucking breath. You love it, don’t you? Let’s see if I can strangle another cum out of you, shall we?”
The rope tightened once more around her throat. Terrie watched the woman in the mirror reach up in desperation to loosen the coil from around her neck. “Oh no!” Antoinette laughed as she pulled harder. “You don’t want to breathe, you stupid bitch! You want to cum! Isn’t that right?”
Antoinette yanked hard on the rope. Terrie’s breath was all but cut off again. Her eyes rolled as her cunt clenched around the strap-on raping pleasure into her body.
Her mind screamed out for Antoinette to ease up on her. But her body instinctively thrust back against the strap-on ramming deep inside her. She was torn between two emotions… and breathless pleasure was threatening to win out.
“Got another one in there for me, bitch? I’m pretty damned sure you do. So watch the girl in the mirror as she cums for me. How does that sound?”
Terrie looked into the mirror. Reflected back was the face of a woman deeply strangled. Her face was red, her eyes starting to roll into the back of her head.
Behind her thrust the anger of a former lover. Antoinette was furious with her. But the mixture of pain, asphyxiation, and pleasure had her brain all jumbled up as it sent mixed messages to her muscles.
Terrie shuddered again as another climax overwhelmed her. It was enough to batter her senseless. For a moment she lost all track of where she was and what was happening to her.
A fresh breath flowed down her windpipe. Terrie coughed as consciousness returned. She was still on her hands and knees… and getting sore all over.
Antoinette remained right behind her. It was as it her girlfriend had become one with the strap-on. Terrie felt like she was being fucked with a vengeance.
“Feel it that time, did you? Feel death calling to you? You want to submit to it, don’t you?”
Terrie reached up in an effort to loosen the rope from around her throat. Antoinette laughed maniacally as she pulled harder. Terrie’s breath was all but cut off again.
“That’s not what you want, bitch! You want to cum; remember? Your brain can’t process anything but how good it feels and how many more orgasms you wish to endure; am I right?”
The rope tightened dramatically. Terrie tried to pry it loose. Once more her cunt throbbed from a terrible fire of pleasure and agony.
“Look in the mirror, bitch! See that slut looking back at you? You know she wants to cum again, don’t you? Why don’t you help her out?”
Terrie looked at herself in the mirror. Her brain sent more mixed messages. That’s when her hand strangely pulled away from her throat.
She reached back underneath between her legs. She found her incredibly swollen button and began to swirl it with her fingers. Painful pleasure blossomed yet again.
Antoinette’s reflection laughed cruelly. “That’s what I thought, you stupid bitch! You can hardly think straight anymore; am I right? You want that next orgasm, no matter the cost! So let’s see you snuff yourself for it!”
The strap-on rammed her harder. Terrie pushed back against it as she furiously fingered her swollen nub. Then she reflexively stretched her neck forward as though desperately trying to strangle herself even more against the rope around her throat.
“Stupid slut. That’s right. Strangle yourself as you cum for me again!”
Terrie deliberate stretched her chest forward as she pushed her ass back against the thrusting strap-on. The rope closed off her windpipe. That’s when she became dizzy and disoriented as more painful pleasure began to swell deep inside her.
She saw a woman’s reflection desperately trying to strangle herself. It seemed totally counter-productive, especially since it looked like the crazy bitch’s face was turning red. It filled Terrie with a perverse thrill.
She could not help herself. Her addled brain cried out, “STRANGLE YOURSELF, YOU SEXY BITCH! CUM ALL OVER THAT STRAP-ON FUCKING YOUR CUNT! WHAT A FUCKING ASPHYXIA-WHORE!”
Her breath was cut off again. It swelled painfully inside her. Then Terrie was cumming up a storm, cumming so hard that she was battered senseless yet again.
She regained consciousness about twenty seconds later. The rope was not so tight around her throat. She could breathe again, although it was somewhat restricted.
Antoinette fucked her nice and slow from behind. Terrie could feel her senses trying to return to normal. But prolonged asphyxiation was interfering with signals from the brain.
She was aware of the rope around her neck. She needed to remove it if she wanted to be able to breathe normally. But a perverse part of her wanted it to remain due to the intense orgasms being triggered deep inside her.
Once more she looked at the woman in the mirror. Her reflection seemed just as confused. The desire to breathe… or the desire for more deliciously painful orgasms?
Antoinette laughed. “Can’t make up your mind, you stupid bitch? Lack of oxygen killing off too many brain cells? Here; let me help you decide.”
The rope tightened deliciously around her neck. Terrie rasped for breath. The strap-on began thrusting harder, fueled by lustful anger.
At first Terrie reached up for the rope around her throat. She really needed to breathe. “You know you don’t want that!” Antoinette cackled with sadistic glee. “You want to cum again, don’t you?”
Terrie’s lungs heaved in her chest. She really did need to breathe. So why the hell was she reaching back with her hand into her crotch?
She found her swollen button and began furiously swirling it with her fingers. She pushed back against the thrusting phallus without a second’s thought. At the same time, she instinctively stretched her neck forward as though trying to help strangle herself.
“That’s what I thought!” Antoinette cackled with sadistic glee. “Cums are more important than breathing. Here, let me help you with that. Make sure that bitch in the mirror cums hard this time; ok?”
Antoinette pulled harder on the rope. At the same time, she began feverishly raping Terrie’s cunt with her strap-on. She really wanted to hurt her cheating girlfriend. Unfortunately, it was all too clear how much the crazy bitch loved it.
Terrie was numb to everything but the pleasure that consumed her. Her lungs screamed in her chest. But that only made her want to strangle herself all the harder.
She needed to refill her aching lungs. But the less she breathed, the harder she came. Terrie lost more brain cells as she became consumed with experiencing that next orgasm.
Antoinette laughed as she looked at Terrie’s reflection in the mirror. The crazy bitch was furiously frigging herself. At the same time, she actually seemed to be stretching herself forward as though wanting to strangle herself.
“Whore! Fucking slut! All you want is that next orgasm, even if it kills you! How many times did you go slumming just to find some bitch or bastard to strangle your ass while fucking you? You fucking love it, don’t you?”
Antoinette pulled hard on the rope. A part of Terrie desperately wanted to breathe. But the oxygen-deprived part of her brain cried out for more.
She fingered her swollen nub hard as she leaned forward while pushing her ass back into the strap-on fucking her. Terrie’s windpipe was closed off yet again; once more she couldn’t breathe. That just meant she was going to cum that much harder as she instinctively tried to strangle herself against the rope Antoinette was pulling on.
Terrie looked into the mirror and saw the woman fucking her from behind lean closer. Lips brushed against her right ear. Then she heard Antoinette whisper, “I know what we should do next. I’m going to make you cum as I strangle you to death. Then I’m going to see how many times I can get a reaction out of your corpse. Doesn’t that sound exciting?”
A part of Terrie’s mind reacted negatively as her eyes flew open in horror. She wanted to breathe, pull sweet air down into her convulsing lungs. Instinctively she tried to reach up to loosen the rope around her throat, partly bracing herself on one hand as well as her knees.
Antoinette cackled sadistically into her ear. “That’s not what you want and you know it. You want to cum so fucking hard, don’t you? You want to cum for your dear, sweet sadistic Antoinette, don’t you? You want to cum yourself to death, am I right?”
Antoinette helped by loosening the rope from around her girlfriend’s neck. Terrie absentmindedly traced a finger along the length of the coil against her bruised flesh. A part of her mind begged her to rethink her decision. But it was too late as she instinctively stretched herself forward, tightening the rope once more around her own throat.
“That’s what I thought,” Antoinette chuckled into her ear. “You want to cum one last time as you die for me; right? That’s what I want too, you stupid bitch. Now watch the woman in the mirror orgasm as she strangles the bitch on her knees. Then watch that same, stupid bitch cum herself to death as the very life is strangled right out of her.”
Antoinette leaned back as she began thrusting home her strap-on. Terrie clenched with her pussy as she instinctively fucked back. Then Antoinette pulled on the rope around her girlfriend’s throat.
Terrie’s hand instinctively rose up to her neck, her lungs protesting once more. “That’s not what you want,” Antoinette reminded her. “You want to cum for your girlfriend as you strangle yourself to death; remember? Isn’t that right?”
Terrie’s oxygen deprived brain sent confusing signals. She finally lowered her hand from her throat, only to reach back with it toward her swollen nub. She wanted that strangled bitch in the mirror to cum so fucking bad. And she wanted that sexy bitch doing the strangling to really enjoy it.
Terrie leaned forward against the rope around her neck as she stared at the strangled bitch in the mirror. “Die for Antoinette!” her mind declared. “Strangle yourself for her pleasure, you sexy bitch! Experience the biggest orgasm of your fucking life as you cum for her! She deserves it!”
Terrie rasped for breath. All reason had fled, too many brain cells having been killed off. Now all she wanted was for that bitch looking back at her to strangle herself into a fatal orgasm as she died for her girlfriend.
Pleasure settled in and began to build. Terrie reached the point where she could hardly breathe anymore. But the sexy bitch in the mirror looked like she was suffering far, far worse.
“Fuck – fuck – fuck! Cum for me, you sexy bitch! Strangle yourself as you die on my fuck-stick!” If anything, Antoinette thrust even harder as she cried out her enthusiasm.
Terrie’s vision began to blur. She could see the woman in the mirror suffering immensely. She was conscious enough to tell her, “That’s it! Come for my Antoinette, you sexy bitch! Then strangle yourself and die!”
Antoinette began to cry out as she violently rammed the strap-on hard into her fading girlfriend. “DIE, YOU FUCKING WHORE! STRANGLE YOURSELF TO DEATH AS YOU CUM FOR ME!”
“CUM FOR ANTOINETTE!” Terrie’s mind cried out toward the reflection in the mirror. “CUM AND DIE, YOU HOT, SEXY BITCH!” Then the rope tightened around her throat until she couldn’t get any air at all.
Terrie went into seizures and convulsions. She could just make out the woman in the mirror cumming up a storm. Behind the strangled woman was the reflection of her girlfriend Antoinette, her face contorted with sadistic pleasure.
Terrie went from one orgasm right into the next. She could no longer see the woman looking back at her. All she was aware of was the insane need to take a deep, refreshing breath.
There was intense pain around her throat. Something massive kept ramming deep into her cunt. Then she found herself spiraling away into oblivion, screaming in her mind from a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Antoinette kept fucking Terrie from behind. She pulled so hard on the rope around her dying girlfriend’s throat that it lifted Terrie’s hands up off the floor. Her arms simply hung limp; she no longer seemed to care about trying to brace herself.
Antoinette pulled hard, furiously raping her dead girlfriend’s cunt. Reflected back in the mirror was a half-kneeling, strangled woman with a vacant expression of pleasure and confusion. Pendulous breasts shook back and forth from each thrust.
The corpse twitched and spasmed. Stray muscles fired. Liquid oozed out of the toy-filled slit.
Antoinette cried out with sadistic joy. She tried to pull harder on the rope. Terrie was almost lifted up onto her knees.
The lust-crazed woman kept fucking her dead girlfriend. Terrie responded with agonal spasms. Muscles twitched as more liquid oozed out of her swollen, toy-filled pussy.
Antoinette became maniacal. She just kept fucking the corpse of her former girlfriend. There was another agonal spasm.
“FUCKING HELL; SHE JUST CAN’T STOP CUMMING, EVEN IN DEATH!” Then Antoinette cried out another climax as she shuddered from head to toe.
She finally became exhausted. Antoinette eased off on the rope. Terrie’s head fell forward onto the ground with her ass sticking up.
Antoinette enthusiastically jerked on the rope, strangling an already dead Terrie. There were more agonal spasms. More liquid oozed out of the toy-filled cunt.
Antoinette tiredly loosened the strap-on from around her waist. She left it sticking out of her dead girlfriend’s soaked snatch. Then she went to go take a shower. She really needed to wash the stink of sex and death off her profusely sweating body before getting a much-needed drink to refresh herself.
2021 (written for Terrie Jan 17 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by the drawing I included.)