This is an alternate ending to 'Forsaken'. Begin reading after the appropriate point in the original story(>>5953) (the first paragraphs are identical).

Forsaken – 'Alternate Ending'

Apparently Meyrin was still able to hear her, as she seemed to force down her movements and momentarily hung almost still, but then the pain grew too strong and she resumed fighting, even harder than before, breaking away from Lunamaria's hand and forcing her to step back, lest she get struck in the face.

Meyrin's face was contorted with pain and slowly turning blue, her tongue lolling out, and Lunamaria started to feel a twinge of doubt, but more oddly... arousal. Her mind insisted this was impossible, after all she was just watching her sister dying painfully, but the beginning excitement in her nether regions, and spreading wetness of her panties could not be denied.

Lunamaria had never admitted it to anyone, not even her sister, but she was a massive sadist, getting off on the suffering of others. This was a dark, dark side of her she mostly kept hidden even from herself, but apparently after weeks of wandering the wastelands with her sister without any relief, it emerged at the most inappropriate moment.

She wasn't even into girls, least of all her little sister, but Meyrin's spasms and pained gasps were so turning her on right now, and it took all of Lunamaria's willpower to not start pleasuring herself right there and then, instead just keeping her gaze on her sister's increasingly violent struggle, soaking up every moment of her ultimate suffering.

It took several minutes for Meyrin's movements to start dying down, Lunamaria's own breathing getting faster all the while, but her wish to not let the last thing Meyrin ever saw be her sister masturbating kept her lust in check.

When Meyrin finally went limp with a sigh, a dark, wet spot staining her skirt, Lunamaria could hardly control herself, but she first went and brushed a hand over Meyrin's face, closing her now empty eyes one final time, before finally dropping all remaining notions of propriety.

Lunamaria sank to her knees, one hand caressing her breasts and the other diving under her skirt to find herself deliciously wet, and as she started rubbing through her panties her breath quickly intensified before progressing to downright gasps of pleasure.

Lunamaria reached into her panties and started playing with her clit directly, a few fingers gently entering her, and within minutes she felt an orgasm approaching, but just before she went over the edge a thought crossed her mind and she paused.

Lunamaria had read before about how some people used oxygen deprivation to get especially powerful orgasms – with the fully-controlled environment on space ships leading to some particularly interesting practices –, but so far she'd never tried it herself, both for fear of being caught and for safety concerns. Well, it wasn't like either of those mattered at all anymore.

Getting up, Lunamaria took off her boots, jacket and panties, leaving her in only a skirt and undershirt. She climbed onto the pile of stones, when a sudden gust of wind brushed Lunamria's undershirt against her sensitive nipples, eliciting a pleasurable shiver as she placed the noose around her neck.

Well, this was it. Here was to hoping she would get off one last time. Lunamaria took a deep breath, then kicked down the stones holding her.

The thin rope tore into Lunamaria's neck, the pain far worse than she'd anticipated, and she started ineffectually clawing at the noose and kicking frantically, only serving to drive the rope even deeper into her skin.

Only after several seconds she managed to recall her objective and, mustering all her willpower, forced her body to stop fighting, ignoring the pounding inside her head and instead guiding one hand to play with her breasts and the other to her pussy, pushing in her middle and ring finger as far as she could.

As Lunamaria started fingering herself, the pain in her head and neck continued increasing, supplemented by a burning feeling emanating inside her chest, but even though her legs were involuntarily thrashing about, she paid it little mind, focusing all she could on her pleasure instead.

Part of her was expecting that by now her pain would be as bad as it could get, but it kept getting worse. Lunamaria's lungs seemed to consist entirely of searing pain and with every heartbeat echoing in her ears a dark haze crept further into her vision, but at the same time with every second her entire body became more sensitive, every sensation of pleasure from her pussy more intense than the one before

A thick cloud seemed to begin to blanket her mind, and Lunamaria realized she probably didn't have much longer, so she started pounding her pussy even faster, while the other hand moved down to work her clit exclusively, and only a few moments later she could feel her orgasm coming, before pushing herself over the edge.

Lunamaria opened her mouth to what would have been all but a scream of pure ecstasy had she had the air, but instead all she produced was choked rasping sound and a bit of saliva dripping down her chin. Her orgasm pulsed over her, better and longer than any she'd ever had, the pain and pleasure merging into one ultimate sensation that left Lunamaria shuddering uncontrollably, filling her mind with utter bliss, before slowly fading away after several seconds.

Amidst the torrent of pain filling her body, Lunamaria's last flicker of consciousness was only vaguely aware of her bladder emptying and soiling her skirt as her body gave up its struggle, but before the long dark fully closed around her, she had one final thought. Worth it.