[OC; m/f; hanging; con]

“Hey there, big guy.” I greet as I saunter into the room with a sway in my hips and my arms crossed under my chest, wearing only a thin white bra and panties. “So you're gonna execute me for being such a naughty, naughty girl?”

Well, not really, that's not how our justice system works (though I have met a few sluts in my life that by all rights would've deserved to be strung up), it's just a bit of pretence. Though I will be hanged to death for real very soon, finally fulfilling one of my most secret desires.

You'd be surprised – or maybe not – what kind of people one can meet on the internet, and after frequenting boards and forums about all these subjects for some time, I finally found a guy who lived reasonably close to me, willing to help me indulge in this fantasy in real life. I don't know his real name – at least I'm gonna assume it's not, because otherwise Mr. 'Slayer69', first name 'Cunt', would be garnering some interesting reactions whenever he introduced himself –, and he never asked mine, but it's not like it's going to matter in a few minutes anyways.

After talking online for a while, we agreed to meet in some town halfway between us, and after making sure it was him, I took him to a motel room I rented for the night, then went to the bathroom to strip (and make a nice entrance), so now here we are. “I am.” The brown-haired man with a well-maintained beard stubble has already taken off his shirt and is waiting for me in the middle of the room. “Are you prepared to die, slut?”

“Yes.” Even if his tone is still calm and measured, from the visible bulge in the front of his pants, I can see he's just as excited as I am as I pick up the length of sturdy rope I brought with me. “Start by noosing me, cause this little slut just can't wait to feel the rope around her neck.”

He nods and takes the rope, following my instructions to fashion a proper hangman's knot, then, briefly pausing to tie my long blonde hair into a ponytail so it won't get in the way, finally drapes the noose around my neck. “And now pull it nice and tight. Not all the way, but, like, almost.” He does, and I let out a long, quivering breath of excitement as I feel the gentle pressure of the slightly coarse rope all around my neck, my pussy already plenty wet without me even touching myself once yet.

While I take off my bra to reveal my pretty average-sized, but nice and firm, tits, my perky nipples already completely hard too, he climbs on a chair to thread the rope through a metal hook in the ceiling (which we did test beforehand to make sure it would hold my weight), and ties a thick knot in the other end, effectively leashing me, but it's not like I was going anywhere anyways.

As he steps down from the chair, I wrap my arms around him, pressing my breasts against his bare chest, rubbing the bulge in his pants for a few moments, before kneeling down in front of him. “Next you need to give me my last meal, right?” As he nods, I open his zipper and pull down his jeans a bit to reach into his pants and pull out his dick. “And I know just what I'm craving right now.”

I open my lips, closing them around his tip, gently licking and sucking him for a few moments to get him completely hard, then start taking him deeper into my mouth, still somewhat slowly but intensely sucking him off. As I continue, soon his breathing increases, and so do I my speed, and before too long he's audibly gasping and groaning as I go down on him, only pausing the shortest of moments to hastily catch one or two gasping breaths before I continue.

After a little while, as I pull back for a moment, to see his dick entirely covered in my saliva – and some smeared all around my lips and chin as well –, I notice a few strands of hair have escaped from my ponytail and are instead clinging to my face, but it's not like that's of any concern right now, if anything, it probably looks pretty hot.

I take a deep breath, bracing myself as I lean forward again, this time taking his dick as far into my mouth as I can take it, holding back my gag reflex as it reaches deep down my throat. The feeling of his dick stretching my throat from the inside, while the noose is still tight around my neck from the outside, makes for quite the unique – and arousing – sensation as I continue deepthroating him.

I have a decent lung capacity, but even then, with my airway completely blocked by his dick, I can only keep going so long, hopefully he's gonna finish before I have to pause for air. But it looks like my guess was about right, and just as I'm starting to really feel the need for air, he cums, gasping and his hands gripping my shoulders as he shoots a nice big load into my mouth, and I manage to take all of it before I have to pull back, coughing and choking for a few moments, some of his cum dripping down my chin, and a bit even onto my chest.

But I manage to keep most of it in my mouth, tilting my head back for a moment to show off the milky white gathered there, then demonstratively swallowing it. Briefly shivering at how the motion makes the noose bounce over my adam's apple, I slowly lick my lips with a sensual smile as I keep kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily and my face flush.

Taking a few moments to catch myself – and let him recharge a bit – I get up to test the reach of the rope, then grab a few of the pillows form the nearby bed, placing them on the floor. I step out of my – rather damp – panties, then lie down on the pillows, spreading my legs and raising them up to completely spread my totally wet pussy to him. “And now you gotta give the condemned one last fuck. Come on, I'm waiting.”

He fully steps out of his pants and underpants, then places another pillow in front of me for him to kneel on as he reaches for my hips to raise them a little and adjusts his position. With him still covered with my spit – and probably a bit of his cum too – and my pussy super wet and ready, his dick easily slides all the way into me and I draw in a sharp breath as he enters me.

Once he starts thrusting into me, I wrap my legs around his back, moving my hips along to his rhythm as he slowly begins to speed up. Before long, I'm already panting and moaning; even though I didn't touch myself at all, the excitement and anticipation of what's going to happen to me enough to make my pussy super sensitive all on its own.

“You're… pretty tight, slut.” He says inbetween gasps. “Could it be you're… looking forward to this?”

“Y-yes. I'm a – ah! – dirty little bitch who… needs to be put down.”

“You are.” He reaches for my neck with one hand, placing his fingers right on top of the noose to press the rope into my neck just a little, making me reflexively hold my breath. “How do you think it's gonna feel? When that rope… wraps shut around your pretty little neck.”

“It's – ah! – gonna be amazing.” Both of us are still speeding up, clearly turned on by the prospect of what's about to happen after this, and I'm loudly gasping and moaning, barely managing to form sentences. “I – ooh! – I can't wait to- …to be strung up.”

“Me neither.” He tightens his grip around my throat, pushing the rope deeper into the skin of my neck – if still nowhere near as deep as it will in a moment. “I'm going to enjoy every second… of your struggles, as the noose slowly… chokes the life out of you.”

The imagery he invokes, of me kicking and flailing in the noose in just a few short minutes, desperately gasping for air as I slowly lose my strength, doubly so with his hand still wrapped around my neck – not quite tight enough to choke me out, but giving me a good preview of the breathlessness I'll be feeling in a moment –, and of course him still pounding my pussy, is enough to make me cum just a few seconds later.

Loudly moaning, all but screaming, in pleasure, I wrap my legs tight around his back as my pussy clenches around his dick, making him cum too just a moment later, tensing as he shoots his load inside me while I'm riding out what may be the best orgasm I ever had (or at least a close contender).

Eventually we both wind down, and I shudder a little as he pulls out of me, making some of his cum drip from my pussy. Getting up, he lets go of my neck, and I start taking deep, greedy breaths, just lying on my back, my eyes closed, panting heavily and basking in the afterglow – and the anticipation of what's to come next – as he gives me a few more minutes, before finally pulling on the rope until it tugs at my neck just a little, then holding out a hand to help me up. “Get up, whore. It's time for your execution.”

“Okay…” I stand up, replying in a shaky voice. “I'm ready.”

“Put these on again.” He picks up my discarded panties from the floor, handing them to me. “Or do you want to be dripping cum everywhere as you swing? I think you're gonna look better like this.”

I would have been perfectly fine hanging completely naked too, but if he thinks so. I comply, putting on the panties and noting with how damp both they and my pussy are, the thin fabric turns almost transparent, highlighting the contours of my pussy quite well. …I might be seeing where he's coming from.

In the meantime, he has moved the pillows out of the way and returned the chair right under the hook the noose is hanging from. “Get on.” He says, and I obediently step on the chair, as he pulls at the rope until it has practically no slack, then ties it to the side of the bed. …Everything's ready. I'm about to be executed.

“For the crime of being an unrepentant dirty slut, you are hereby sentenced to death. Do you have any last words?”

“No.” I can't help my voice quivering in anticipation and excitement. “Kick that chair away and make me swing.” I manage to barely steady my voice as I drop it to a seductive whisper. “I deserve it.”

I anxiously hold my breath as he places his foot against the chair, giving me a final few seconds of anticipation …before he kicks the chair away and I drop into the noose.

I gasp as the rope catches my fall after just a few centimetres – the super-short drop making sure my death will be as drawn-out as possible – and the noose constricts around my neck, completely cutting off my air. For the first few seconds the pain isn't too bad, and I even manage a (slightly strained) smile, my body only lightly swinging as he quickly pulls the chair out of the way entirely, then takes a step back to watch me.

However just a little later, I can't help my feet stretching and my legs starting to kick, trying to reach for the ground I know full well they won't find. Soon I start reflexively gasping for air, coughing and choking as before too long my whole body is straining and struggling – to absolutely no avail of course, but if anything that makes this utter loss of self-control even sweeter.

As the pain in my neck, head and chest only keeps getting worse, I reach for my neck, my hands clawing at the noose, but I manage to stop them, instead slowly brushing over the rope digging into the sides of my neck. The skin right around it is hot and sensitive to the touch, and the noose is embedded so deep into my skin, my fingers could never find any purchase on it even if I wanted to. Oh my god, this is so hot.

As I continue gasping and struggling, even past the ever-growing, searing pain, I notice a distinct sensation in my pussy as well, and I seem to get even wetter, if that was still possible. …Well, of course I'd be getting off on being executed, duh. I'd probably only have to rub myself a tiny bit to cum again right away, but despite how tempting it is, I'll leave it entirely up to my body if I can get that final orgasm as I hang without touching myself at all; and I guess if not I've already had a pretty great one just before.

The edges of my vision are starting to swim, tears of fear and agony running down my cheeks, but even through the brutal pain blanketing my mind, I can feel the pleasure in my pussy, growing just as my body's panic, the wild flailing and kicking pretty much entirely out of my control by now.

I just barely register my executioner from the corner of my eye, rock hard again and slowly stroking his dick to the sight of my continued struggles. We didn't discuss what he'd do with my body afterwards, because by then I'd be way past caring, but right now I'd like to imagine he's gonna fuck my body once more, make use of all of my holes, maybe even my ass, before leaving me. Turns out the image of him pounding my asshole as I just lie there limp, with my tongue hanging out and my eyes broken and empty, is just the push that I needed for my final orgasm.

What would have been loud moans reduced to wild gasps, my struggles briefly take on an almost rhythmic quality, my body clenching and shuddering as my climax washes over me, all but suppressing the pain, yet my feelings only heightened by my body's ongoing reactions to the lack of oxygen, my pain and fear and pleasure mixing into a completely new, unique sensation, better than anything I could have ever expected, easily making for my best – and longest – orgasm ever.

Losing myself in the ecstasy and pain, I completely forget everything around me, until the feeling of bliss slowly subsides and the reality of my situation returns to me as I resume my desperate struggles in a futile fight against the noose and gravity.

It looks like my final – ultimate – orgasm came just in time, as I feel my strength finally start to wane, my wild thrashing and flailing dying down into weak squirming and shuddering, but by this point I'm completely content with my end, only waiting for my death as the pain and all other sensations in my body slowly fade into a soft, comfortable nothing.

Gathering the last of my strength, I manage to mouth a barely audible 'thank you', yet my body still takes a few more minutes of faint gasps and shudders before giving in, darkness closing over my vision, though not before I feel a warm, wet sensation in my panties and dripping down my thighs, peeing myself in my final moments before I finally go limp, my mind fading into the void