After a time, the woman started to draw her legs up as if she were trying to step up on a safe perch. Of course, her feet would quickly come back down since no purchase was available. This kicking ultimately brought Lewis’s gaze upward. Lewis was excited by the undulation of the large, firm breasts. The woman’s chest heaved as she had tried valiantly to draw air into her tortured lungs. That was causing a most pleasant ripple of the woman’s breasts.
“She has lovely tits,” Lewis said without embarrassment.
Lewis followed the rope up to the beam. Suddenly, as her mind embraced the finality of her decision, her body exploded in the most intense orgasm of her life. The rope was quivering slightly. Lewis was surprised that the rope was not reacting with more violence to the struggles of its pretty victim. Of course, it was the rope that was in full control and not the female caught in its cruel clutch. She kept drilling her clit with her fingers as wave upon wave of pleasure and pain wracked her body. She could feel her cum pouring out down her legs. Her whole body thrashed back and forth, legs straining against their restraints as her lungs screamed for air. She held control of her hands as long as she could as she felt the blood pooling in her skull, drowning out her brain.
The burning in her lungs quickly began a sword fight of pain with her tortured neck. The hanging woman’s mind could hardly process the screaming messages of her rapidly dying nerves. Every fiber of her body seemed to ache with the desire for fresh air.
At 90 seconds she lost control of her hands as her throws of orgasm gave way to involuntary spasms. She turned her attention from her cunt to the other changes going on in her body. From the neck down her body was not her own anymore, she had no control of any of her muscles as they contracted violently and shook her on the rope trying anything to usurp their masters will and gasp for life. From the rope up there was nothing but pressure.
Pressure was everywhere. She could feel her cheeks turning red to purple, and Lewis could tell she was fighting to get her tongue back inside her lips but the bloated appendage slid further out with the final tightening of the noose. Pink tinged drool began to run down the woman’s tongue as it hung out over her lover lip. The strangulation had caused her tongue to slowly swell until it filled her mouth and throat as it became engorged with blood. She knew this should hurt, it should hurt badly, but Mother Nature was merciful, for as her head swelled, and her oxygen ran out so do did her sense of pain. All she felt was pressure, and soon even that began to fade.
Caroline’s hopeful thought of rescue was too late. Even had her lover come at that instant the poor girl would still have been snuffed by her swollen tongue. The rope finally snapped her hyoid bone and her tongue began to protrude from her gaping mouth.
Lewis looked at the woman’s face. Caroline had thought the world a dark place with her eyes began to bulge from her head but gradually a deeper shade of night fell upon the hanging creature. Even when the woman tried to blink her eyelids hardly moved over the bulging orbs. She noticed her field of vision began to shrink although she could already see very little through the purple haze the pooling oxygen depleted blood was placing before her eyes.
She caught a final glimpse of herself in the mirror, she was almost gone; a final weak sense of orgasm came to her followed by an extreme peace. She felt as if she was floating as her vision finally faded to black. “That was incredible,” she thought to herself “What a shame so many people waste their deaths instead of embracing it…” her thoughts trailed off as her mind shut down. Her body still was trembling ever so slightly as her muscles made their final attempt at life, but Caroline had already left, her brain was already dead. A few minutes later the rest of her gave in as well and all her muscles finally relaxed.
She slipped into blessed unconsciousness as her bladder burst. Lewis’s gaze moved slowly down to the woman’s pussy. Her upper thighs were still lifting a little as the woman tried desperately to relieve the terrible bite of the rope. Her feet twitched their last macabre tattoo against his chest, and as a final indignity, Lewis watched as her bladder relaxed, allowing the yellow piss began to spray out from her brown pubic hair down her trembling legs and shit ran freely down her dying body. The rope was buried under the chin that now almost touched the still breasts. Caroline’s hair dangled down around her contorted face.
Caroline was right, Lewis had fantasized more than once about a moment like this. No, he never would have acted on it, never encouraged it even. It was all fantasy, and that had been enough for him. But here, well, Caroline had laid this out for him, he had no choice in the matter and she gave him a good eleven hours to be alone with her corpse. “No Caroline, you have nothing to worry about, I won’t be calling this in until morning” he thought as the alarm went off and his chains were free.
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Continues to Part 2
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