You plow her, each push an encouragement, a promise. You see her face transform—the concentration, the sensation, the internal battle. Her hands tremble on the rope. She looks at the ceiling, then your eyes, seeking a permission, a confirmation.

You adjust your angle. This makes her scream, a sharp and broken sound. Her eyes close with pleasure, then reopen, determined. It’s the moment. She feels it.

With a sob that is half ecstasy, half farewell, she pulls on the ropes with all her strength.

The noose instantly tightens, crushing her trachea. Her scream is cut off sharp, transformed into a choked gurgling. Her eyes widen, not from fear now, but from a stunned realization. *She did it. * She flipped off her own switch. She is going to die, and she does not fear.

You redouble your efforts, your hip strokes becoming frantic, feeling her body contract wildly around yours, as her brain struggles with the lack of oxygen. Her hands, always tightened on the rope, do not release. She continues to pull, actively choking herself, her fingers white of effort, participating in her own destruction with fierce will.

This is the most erotic show you have ever seen. Her face turns purple, her veins protrude from her forehead, but her eyes are riveted to yours, shining with a mad love and gratitude. She offers you every second of her agony, every spasm, every contraction of her dying sex around you. She takes every seconds of pleasure and ecxtasy.

You feel your own orgasm rise, a tsunami nourished by this macabre sovereignty. You growl, your hands sinking into her hips, and you explode in her at the very moment when her hands, finally, release the rope. Her body has one last violent start, then collapses, completely soft, completely empty.

You stay in her, gasping for breath, looking at the rope still tight around her neck, her hands now relaxed on the bed. She kept her word to the end. She was the artist and the work. And you were the audience, the accomplice, and the final beneficiary.

Next? No idea, but we keep seeing woman and girls dying. Why not a man or a couple?