Niki sat on the bench at the side of a park alley, masturbating openly as she watched the flow of people past her. Her nipples sprouted clothespins, and her feet were bare, knocking on the pavement in front of her rhythmically; but there was a ribbon tied just under her little, nearly flat breasts, and that meant that people moving past looked their fill, but didn't touch.

She met the gazes one after another as she slowly moved her vibrator around her open pussy, enjoying the exhibition. Some flushed and moved on, some tsk'd disapprovingly, some smiled.

One middle-aged man in a proper suit and scarf - in all honesty it was a pretty chilly autumn day, Niki's outfit didn't make much sense for the weather - slowed down, and sat next to her.

She slowed down her movements, just for him, making bedroom eyes and flicking the clothespins - delicious, delightful pain blossoming as she gasped… until finally he spoke.

"Take that off, would you?" he asked, looking clearly at her ribbon.

Niki smiled. It was a risque thing to ask, just on the border of taboo… and she'd been sitting around, waiting for someone to ask.

Slowly, sensually, she tugged on it until it finally untied and came off.

Then a strong hand seized her wrist, and the man was on his feet, pulling Niki up.

She kept hold of the vibrator, trying and mostly failing to hold it still between her legs, as the man pulled her towards the nearby tree with a nooze dangling from the branch towards the alley.

The noose was high up at the moment, and he lifted her up, seemingly effortlessly despite Niki's rather generous bulk around her hips and soft round tummy. She obeyed the unspoken command, picking up the noose with both hands - one still holding the vibrator - and pulling it around her neck.

The man pressed her to himself for a moment, releasing one hand - to grab the other dangling end of the rope, she guessed - then roughly released her. Her hands moved on its own - one to roughly jam the vibrator into her clitoris, and the other to her neck to try and hold herself up, alleviate the pain…

He smacked the latter hand down, and she grabbed the vibrator with both instead. Her throat was burning, as was her entire neck, unsuited to holding up the weight of her entire body. She could no longer breathe and she could barely think, only the pain and the exploding pleasure in her nether regions still existing - than, and the stern man in front of her, holding the taut rope with her weight on it seemingly effortlessly.

Her legs buckled, her arms spasmed, and the vibrator fell down. She barely had the presence of mind to notice - another orgasm was wracking her body as her mind was slowly beginning to believe that this was it, she finally scored, she was finally getting snuffed. Surely it would not be too much of a hassle to the wonderful gentleman in front of her to keep holding the rope until she was fully, properly, all the way dead…

(It wasn't, as she'd never consciously find out)