Here is a great new story by Karen.

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"The Cocktail Party"

"Well, tonight's my interview, honey." I unnecessarily reminded my husband. "Are you sure you're OK with what I'm doing?"

Jack hesitated, as I knew he would. "Yes, Karen." he finally said. "You know it'll be difficult for me if you're successful, but after the past five years, its clear to me you need to take this path, wherever it leads."

"I love you so much, Jack! Thank you for giving me the freedom to pursue this!" I kissed him warmly.

It's true that much had changed in the five years of our marriage, and it probably hadn't been easy on Jack. I was 20 when we married, and although I didn't realize it, I was already on the path I was now following. It had been 20 years since the "Full Employment Amendment" to the constitution had passed, and conditions in the workplace had deteriorated significantly, especially for women. The Amendment, a response to the Great Recession, had granted workers the right to waive all workplace protections, and even sign away their constitutional rights in exchange for employment. It was supposed to make it easier for businesses to hire new workers. It was certainly a boon for businesses, but worker's conditions had taken a race to the bottom, and it had other consequences outside traditional workplaces. Shortly after passage, the Supreme Court, under Chief Justice Rand Paul, upheld the legality of prostitution and even sexual slavery contracts, and women began entering slavery contracts in exchange for their room and board. With very limited economic opportunities, that was the only choice some had. I was lucky, Jack had a good job, and I didn't need to work.

At the same time, I began to be obsessed with submission, sex, and being totally controlled. Jack and I certainly played plenty with me as his submissive slave, and I loved him for it, but he was not able to take it as far as I needed. He just didn't have it in him. At age 18, I had by chance seen a Dolcett cartoon, "The Execution of Joanne", which changed my life. It was about a woman who was condemned to hang for a reason she does not even know, raped, hanged, and raped again. It shocked me at first, but I inexplicably found myself drawn to it over and over. I watched her submission, her ordeal, and finally her strangulation at the end of a rope, and I wondered what it would be like to experience her pain and humiliation. I thought it would be just a phase with me, but the feeling never went away. I told Jack, and begged him to hang me, not to death, but to give me some of Joanne's experiences. He agreed, and we did quite a bit of breath play, but it never quite did it for me. The knowledge that Jack would not kill me just took out all the edge. One day, about three years into our marriage, I finally asked him to hang me to death. He just couldn't do it, which I understood, but he promised to try to help me find a way to fulfill my need.

Since slavery contracts had become legal, rumors of quite extreme treatment of slaves had circulated, and there was even talk of some slaves being required to submit to their own executions. Most people didn't think it was true, and no one thought it would be legal, even under the Full Employment Amendment. Mostly it was regarded as just the kind of urban legend that would pop up under those circumstances. But Jack and I decided to find out for sure. After two years of surreptitiously looking, following any lead we could while pretending to be just curious about it, we'd come up dry. I was about to give up, and ask Jack to just make me his slave for the rest of my life, hoping that would be enough for me, when I got an email from an unknown source: "Your search has attracted our attention. We think we can help you, and you can help us." That was it.

I was skeptical at first, I'd seen lots of false leads like this, but I responded. They replied with a phone number, and after several phone exchanges with a woman who described herself as the assistant to a very wealthy man, my interview was set up. When I asked them what they were proposing, they were quite evasive, which made me suspicious, but given the nature of what I was asking for, I understood. They assured me everything would be explained in the interview, and that if I was not happy I would be under no obligation to them.

I'd been told I would be tested on my sexual ability, and that I should dress to impress. I chose a short, slim black skirt, with black stockings (stay-ups) and fuchsia high heel pointed-toe pumps, with a matching low cut top, also fairly slim. The woman told us to drive to a parking lot behind an office building at 3:00 pm on a Saturday and wait there.

We waited nervously, not saying much to each other. The tension and anticipation was making me so horny, I wanted desperately to fuck Jack's brains out. But we dared not. I needed my clothes, hair and makeup to be perfect for the interview. As we sat there in the empty parking lot, a limousine pulled in.

"This must be them." I said, and my phone rang.

"Yes?" I answered, expecting the assistant.

"Mrs. Fitzgerald, please join us in the limo. Your husband too."

The limo pulled up next to our car, and the back door open.

"OK, honey. Here we go. Are you ready?" Jack said to me.

"I think so." We got out and walked over to the limo. Jack got in first. As we sat, a man and a woman were already seated.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald." The woman said. "I'm Miss Greene, the personal assistant to Mr. Walker. This is Mr. Donohue, who is a talent scout for Mr. Walker." Miss Greene was blonde, young, very attractive, of average height, and elegantly dressed in a black cocktail dress and a nice undo. Mr. Donohue was middle aged, and had a distinguished look to him. He was also very well-dressed, in a very nice designer suit.

Jack didn't say anything, so I spoke first, "Please to meet you. Can I ask, who is Mr. Walker?"

"Mr. Walker is a very wealthy man who is interested in possibly acquiring your services. He has certain, uh, tastes, that he buys slaves to satisfy. Based on what we've seen, we think you may be willing to enter into a slavery contract with him."

"What services?"

They gave each other a look that seemed to signify slight annoyance. "We need to proceed to the interview before we discuss details, Mrs. Fitzgerald. Are you ready?" Mr. Donohue said.

"Sure, I guess. What do you want to know about me."

"You can start by giving Miss Greene, and then me, oral sex."

"Oh, really?" I said, surprised. "You want me to do that before telling what you're offering?"

"This is going to take a certain leap of faith on your part, Mrs. Fitzgerald." Miss Greene said. "If you really want what you seem to want, you have to show some commitment to it."

OK, I thought I guess the worst that can happen is I give a couple of free blow jobs.

I shifted over in my seat, to sit next to Miss Greene. I put my arms around her, looked back at my husband and said, "Jack, are you OK with this?"

"Yes, sweetie. Go ahead."

I kissed Miss Greene full on the lips, and started to feel the horniness I had going before rise up in me again. I kissed her passionately, and moved down her body towards her crotch. I let my hands go up her dress and brushed her panties. "Ah!" she said. "Very nice!"

I pulled her panties down and her dress up, so that I could get my face in her muff. She eagerly spread her legs to allow me. "Oh, I love my job!" she said as I started to lick her. I tasted her juices as she caressed my back, "Oh, sweetie!" she said.

I lost myself in her, stoking her clit over and over with my tongue, and totally forgot about my husband watching me. I happened to glance over, and saw him stroking himself through his pants. Of course he's incredibly turned on by this. I again wanted to fuck him so much that I almost let Miss Greene come down. Realizing I was getting distracted, I concentrated on her pussy, and brought her to the edge again. Then I finished her off with two fingers up in her, while I licked furiously. She came hard, and was almost crying as she wound down.

"Oh, sweetheart! That was wonderful! Thank you so much! I told you I love my job!"

I moved on the Mr. Donohue immediately. He was already rock hard after watching the show that had taken place right next to him, so I unzipped his pants and took him in immediately. Jack had never seen me do another man before, and I wondered how he would take it. He'll have to get used to it. what we're contemplating is far more than that!

As I sucked Mr. Donohue, I felt a hand reach up my legs and moved towards my pussy. Jack, or Miss Greene? I glanced over again. It was Miss Greene. Jack was now sitting next to her, and her other hand was on his cock. She leaned over and stated to suck him. Oh, Shit! I guess that's fair! I continued to suck Mr. Donohue, to his moans of delight, shoving his cock as deep as I could. I almost had my chin on his balls, when he suddenly exploded in my mouth. "Mmpph! Mpphh!" I gagged as his cum gushed down my throat. I started to withdraw, but his hand went on the back of my head, holding me down.

"Oh, yeah, baby! Take that cum!" he said. His other hand pinched my nose, so that now I could not breathe. I started to panic. Cum continued to flow down my throat. Oh, my god, please let me up! I thought. He held on until the last few spurts of cum had come out, then he let go.

I gasped as my head came up. "Oh, my god! That was intense!" I looked for my husband, wondering what he'd been up to when I was being choked by the man's cock. He was next to me, on top of Miss Greene, whose dress was now just gather around her midsection. "Oh, God, Jack, Yes!" she cried as he fucked her.

I collapsed on the car seat, exhausted, waiting for Jack to finish with Miss Greene. He eventually pulled out of her, and came all over her stomach, getting quite a bit on her dress.

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After we were done, Miss Greene and Mr. Donohue finally revealed what they were offering.

"Mrs. Fitzgerald, we know you've been looking into slavery contracts, specifically execution contracts." Mr Donohue said. "Yes, you'd be surprised what we can find out about you. In any case, are you interested in being executed?"

This was it. I looked at my husband. "Yes, I am." There, now I'd done it.

"Wonderful! Our employer, Mr. Walker, enjoys executing young, attractive women such as yourself, as do some of his wealthy friends. We occasionally have an opening for a girl to perform at dinner parties, with the pre-dinner entertainment being her death. From what we've seen of your interest in sex, we think you'd do very well. We are prepared to offer $5M, paid to your husband, in exchange for your agreement to a sexual slavery and execution contract. May we count on you?"

Wow. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was real, they really did do executions! And they wanted me!

"So this is real? This is legal?"

"The legality of execution contracts admittedly hasn't been specifically upheld, hence our initial caution. And the $5M payment is to insure that there is no challenge to this contract, if I'm understood?" he looked at Jack. "But yes, its real. We've done this before."

"How would I be killed?"

"Mr. Walker usually likes hanging, although occasionally he beheads his slaves."

Gulp! I'm about to agree to be hanged, or have my head chopped off!

"There is one other stipulation. You must come with us now if you want to take our offer. Your husband will leave without you and you will never see each other again. We need your answer now."

Oh my god, this was now happening so fast! I looked at Jack. "What do you think, honey? Do you want to sell me for five million dollars? What am I worth?" I was teasing him, and he knew it. He knew that I really wanted to be sold, and the amount of money was immaterial.

"I want you to be happy, sweetheart. If this is what you want, we should take it. But I wish I could have one more night with you before they take you."

Miss Greene interjected. "We can't give you until tomorrow, but you're welcome to say goodbye here in the limo before the exchange takes place."

Me and Jack looked at each other. "In that case, we accept." he said. Holy Shit! Jack just sold me!

"Then make love to your wife one last time." Miss Greene said.

Jack was absolutely wonderful. He was surprisingly relaxed and unhurried, given the circumstances. He had just had sex with Miss Greene, so his priority was my pleasure. Mr. Donohue and Miss Greene looked on as he licked my pussy first, then made love to me slowly and gently. As he did so, Miss Greene began softly kissing me and fondling my breasts. I felt very special, having just been sold for a very high price, and now being the recipient of so much loving attention. I slowly built until I had one of the longest, sweetest orgasms I'd ever had.

Then the time had come to make the transfer. Mr. Donohue gave Jack a suitcase, opening it to show that it was full of cash. He then produced a contract, asking us both to sign. I read most of it first. There wasn't anything surprising in it. It was a standard slavery contract, I agreed to perform any duties ordered, and there was the usual clause that absolved my new owners in case of my "death or dismemberment". It didn't specify accidental or intentional. I trembled as I signed, knowing that in this case, that clause actually meant something.

After Jack signed, Mr. Donohue motioned for me to come over a sit next to him, and he handed the suitcase full of cash over to Jack. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Fitzgerald! Now we need to take our property and go."

"Oh, Jack! Thank you so much for letting me do this! I love you!" I got up to kiss him goodbye, but Mr. Donohue held me back.

"You're not his wife anymore, you're Mr. Walker's property now." he said. "Don't forget that."

Jack nodded, blew me a kiss, and left the limo with his money. That was that. I'd been sold into slavery.

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When we arrived at Mr. Walker's estate, Miss Greene led me to a basement room, and ordered me to strip.

"Slaves are not allowed clothes." she explained. I obeyed, knowing I had to now. She weighed me, took all my measurements, filled out a small laminated card with all my stats, and then gave me back my shoes.

"Not hold still." she said, and grabbed my left breast, pushing the nipple out. Before I realized what was happening, she produced a huge needle, and pierced my nipple!

"Owww!" I yelled. "What the hell!"

Miss Greene wordlessly inserted a stud in the piercing she'd just made, and clipped the card with my data to it. Then she gave me a slap across the face. "That's for talking back to me. I'm the least strict one you'll find here. If you mouth off like that to anyone else, you'll surely regret it."

My face reddened from a combination of anger at Miss Greene and the humiliation of how she had treated me. She'd been quite nice to me in the car, her sudden change took me by surprise. But I remembered this was exactly the kind of submission I was looking for. Absolute, and not safe, like it always was with my husband. I looked down ashamedly and said the only thing I could, "Yes, Miss Greene."

"That's better. Just remember, you've been bought and sold. You have no say anymore in anything that you do or that happens to you. Try not to speak, unless spoken to, and you'll probably be fine. Look at your breast tag."

I looked. Along with my weight, date of birth, bust size and other measurements, was a number at the top: "22".

"That's your number. You'll addressed that way from now on. Not as Karen Fitzgerald. You're not her anymore. You're number 22. Do not ever refer to yourself as Karen Fitzgerald again. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Greene. When will I be executed?"

"Don't ask anymore questions, either."

"Yes, Miss Greene." I said, disappointed. Were they going to make me wait?

Miss Greene led me to another room in the basement of the huge, sprawling house. It was a large room, with two rows of five jail cells, one along each wall. Each cell looked to be about 10'x10', and had a small bunk, a toilet and a sink, but no privacy whatsoever. All of them were empty but for one, the one on the end on the right. A tall woman, naked except for high heel sandals, stood holding the bars of her cell. Miss Greene led me to the cell next to hers. Getting closer, I could tell she was quite beautiful, with a statuesque, athletic build, and large, firm breasts, the left one of which had a tag attached like mine. Her blonde hair fell with a slight wave over her shoulders, partly covering her breast tag. She watched us interestedly, but said nothing. Miss Greene opened the door to what I had gathered was my cell, motioned me in, and closed and locked the door behind me. then she left with out a word.

"Hi, new girl." The blonde said to me, showing me her breast tag. "I'm 19. What's your number?"

"Uh, 22." I said absentmindedly. "I'm Kar-"

"No No! Don't tell me your name from before! We're not supposed to!"

"Oh, OK. Then, I guess I'm 22. Please to meet you. Are you here to be executed too?"

"Oh, no! At least, I hope not! I'm a server, maid, and sex worker here. I guess I could be executed if I do something wrong, but I hope to avoid it."

"How did you become a slave?"

"I was broke, it was the only way I could feed myself. I was actually lucky, to get into this house. They're very rich, and except for the discipline from Miss Mean, they treat us pretty good. Did they buy you as a snuff slave, then?"

"Yes, and I hope I get to go soon!"

"Well, don't get too antsy. Things happen according to a schedule we're not told about. They may keep you around a while to get their money's worth before they do you."

The door open again, and four more women, all naked except for shoes and breast tags, entered with another woman who was clothed. She locked them all in their cells and left without a word. After the woman left, they introduced themselves: 21, 18, 12, and 16. They were all maids, except for 21, who also had been bought to be snuffed. She'd already been here two months, and not executed! And of course, she'd been told nothing about when she would be. I started to despair. What if they wanted to keep me for years? They could do whatever they wanted now.

Edited by Higeek2000, 4 month(s) ago

Two months later:

They kept me so busy, cleaning and serving, and providing for the sexual needs of the staff, I barely had time to reflect of how much my life had changed, let alone when I would be executed. Most of the staff were pretty nice to me, asking only for blowjobs or intercourse. Miss Greene could be pretty demanding, though, and she developed a daily habit of fucking me anally with a strap-on dildo. The slaves were permitted to have sex with each other, but with all the demands they put on us, we actually rarely did. I did get a couple of nice lickings through the bars of our cells from 19.

I missed my husband very much, but I realized he probably thought I was dead by now, and was working to move on. The structure provided by my slavery provided some comfort. I knew I would be provided for, and as long as I did as I was told, I would be OK. I still hoped and believed I would eventually be executed, I just didn't know when. I was hopeful when one day, the other snuff slave, 21, didn't come back to her cell after the workday. She just disappeared, and a few days later a new slave, 23, showed up in her place. None of us knew what had happened to 21, and we dared not ask, but we could guess she'd been snuffed. I was hopeful, because maybe this meant I would go soon, but also sad for her. She wasn't willing like me. She'd been sold to Mr. Walker to pay off a gambling debt, and lived in terror of her impending execution. I hoped they gave her a quick one.

One afternoon, I was vacuuming in one of the dining rooms, and Miss Greene came in.

"22, come with me." she ordered.

"Yes, Miss Greene." I said, and followed her, expecting my daily ass-reaming in her office, even though it was little early.

Instead, she led me to one of the large bathrooms on the second floor of the house, near the staff quarters. She ordered me to bathe and be sure my body was fully shaved, especially my pussy. I didn't know what was up, but I relished the opportunity to use this bathroom. I'd cleaned it many times before, but was never permitted to use such a luxurious room. I washed my hair, shaved, and soaked in the huge tub until Miss Greene came back to get me. I felt wonderful! I must have had 45 minutes in there, and didn't have to do any work!

I put my shoes back on, and Miss Greene led me to another part of the house that I'd never been. I knew from the other slaves who had been there longer, and had been in this part to clean, that this was Mr. Walker's suite. We entered through a massive double oak door to an outer parlor, and continued to a second set of double doors. Miss Greene knocked softly, and we entered the inner bedroom. I was finally meeting the man who owned me!

"Thank you, Miss Greene, that will be all." Mr. Walker said, dismissing her. I thought his tone was very similar to the one she used to talk to me.

"Yes, Mr. Walker." she said subserviently, and left me with him.

He walked over to me and examined my breast tag, then felt my other breast. His hand moved down to my pussy. I inhaled slightly as he fingered me unexpectedly. I said nothing.

"Nice." he said. I still said nothing.

"Slave 22, bend over the bed." Oh, here we go.

"Yes, Mr. Walker." I said, and obediently walked over to the bed, bent over and put my hands on the edge of it, and stuck my butt out and up as far as I could.

I heard him behind me, pulling his pants down, and then felt his cock tip against my pussy. Your staff at least pretends to do foreplay I thought to myself. I guess when you own sex slaves you feel no need to.

Mr. Walker lubricated himself on my pussy juices, and then moved up to my asshole. Oh, I guess I'm getting it in the ass after all. He pushed his way in, holding on to my hips. "Uhhhh!" I involuntarily said as his cock tip penetrated past my asshole. He was big, almost as big as Miss Greene's dildo. I hated her daily ass fuckings, but now was glad I'd been primed. Perhaps she knew, and had been secretly doing me a favor?

He took me, not roughly or violently, but in the manner of a man who does not have to ask for anything. With the staff members that I serviced, I still had no choice but to do as they said, but they were somewhat closer to me in status, and they were ever so slightly solicitous of me. Not so with Mr. Walker. He used me like the property that I was. I felt so completely submissive, so controlled, so owned. It was wonderful. I was finally approaching the type of submission I craved.

He pulled out and came all over my lower back, and ordered me to go.

I thought about thanking him for remaking me feel like a slave, but realized that would be stupid. I hurried out, to find Miss Greene waiting for me in the outer parlor. She led me downstairs to the main ball room, where a cocktail party was in full swing. Several well-dressed couples were gathered there, and 12 and 23 were walking around with serving trays full of hors d'oeuvres. One end of the room was obscured by a curtain, which I wondered about, but didn't put too much importance on. I saw 19 bent over a couch, being fucked from behind by one of the men. I watched as her lovely breasts swung back and forth under her, her breast tag swinging slowly. A plate of crab puffs lay next to her on the couch. I watched the scene, mesmerized. Miss Greene snapped me out of it. "Come on, 22. Get to work! Pick up 19's tray while she's busy with our guest!"

I went over, silently mouthed "Hi" to 19 as I picked up her tray. She smiled, holding onto the couch, as the man continued to thrust into her from behind. "I think you might be fulfilling your purpose tonight." she said.

"You mean-?" but then I was taken away from her by another one of the men. He had me put the tray back down, brought me over to another couch, and fucked me there.

The party continued to flow, with the four of us slaves alternating serving food, drinks, and sex to the guests. This was amazing! This was exactly the kind of thing I thought I'd be doing when I became a slave! I reveled in my role as an object of desire, of pleasure. I thoroughly enjoyed being used by these people, and poured my enthusiasm into my job.

I came down from one particularly good fucking, my fourth of the night. My pussy and asshole were sore from the poundings they'd received, my face and body were covered with cum and pussy juices, and I noticed everyone else had stopped having sex, and they were waiting for me.

Mr. Walker had come to the party. He was standing watching me and the last guest, holding two lengths of rope.

"Honored guests!" he said. "I am so happy to have you here! I hope you've had a good opportunity to sample the charms of my slaves. There will be more opportunities after dinner of course, but now I'd like to present you with our evening's entertainment! Slave 22, come here."

Oh, my god, could this be it? Could 19 have been right? I walked over to Mr. Walker. "Yes, Mr. Walker. I'm ready to serve you." Oh, please! Let it be my execution!

"Turn around, and place your hands behind your back." I obeyed. He held my wrists together, with my palms facing in, and began tying them together. Oh, this was so exciting! I had been required to do many things in my two months here, but I had never been tied up. This was something special! I felt sure I was about to be executed!

Mr. Walker tied my wrists and elbows together, forcing my shoulders up and my breasts out. He turned me towards the end of the room that was closed off by the curtain.

"Miss Greene, please reveal to our guests what we have in store for this slave!"

Miss Greene pulled the curtain open, with a flourish, like she was a game show hostess, revealing a gallows with a noose ready and hanging from it. Yes! I'm going to be hanged! From the looks of it, I was in for a short-drop. I would soon strangle slowly at the end of that rope! A chorus of approval rose from the guests at the method of my execution.

"Before we snuff her, has everyone had everything they want from this slave?" Mr. Walker asked the guests. No one spoke up. I'd been quite busy during the cocktail party.

"Approach the gallows." he ordered me. My heart pounded as I walked over to where the noose was suspended. I was so hot at the anticipation of the rope, I felt my wetness begin to flow and drip down my thigh. I stood, facing the guests, with the noose just touching my shoulder, my lip quivering. I saw now that instead of a drop, the gallows had a hoist mechanism that would raise me up by my neck.

"Miss Greene, my compliments on your selection of a snuff slave for tonight!" Mr. Walker said. "This one is so eager for the noose she's wetting herself!" I blushed briefly.

The guests gathered to watch, and Mr. Walker took the noose, opened it up some, and slipped it over my head from behind. I felt a surge of excitement pass through me as the rope brushed my forehead, nose, and chin. A wave of emotion and fear as it settled loosely on my neck and shoulders. I'd wanted, and anticipated this moment for so long, I didn't know what to think. All the desire I'd felt for years was overflowing in me. I felt my lip quivering harder, and tears welled in my eyes. My pussy was so wet, I longed for one last fuck before I strangled. It was ironic. The fact that I was about to be hanged was what made so horny, but also would prevent me my last orgasm. I had not anticipated this problem! My attention returned to the moment at hand as I felt Mr. Walker tighten the noose, and involuntarily took a sharp intake of breath as it encircled my neck. This was it for me!

Miss Greene was at the hoist mechanism, and raised the noose until I felt a slight tension. Not enough to cause pain even, but enough to let me feel the noose pulling up. They were teasing me!

"Slave 22, you are ordered to hang by the neck until dead. Do you understand and obey?" Mr. Walker asked me. I knew I did not have a choice, even if I had not wanted to be here. My fate had been sealed when Jack agreed to take the money in exchange for me. But I knew what Mr. Walker wanted from me, in asking that question.

"Yes, Mr. Walker. I understand, and I will serve you."

Miss Greene raise the noose some more, It now dug into my neck considerably, and my breathing became labored. I felt a burning around my neck as it rubbed its way in. My heels lifted off the floor, leaving only my toes in contact. Oh my god! This is going to hurt! I looked at the guests watching me, determined to give them the show they deserved.

The noose was raised more. Now only the tips of my pointed-toe pumps were on the floor. I was nearly suspended! The rope dug in more, and I heard a rasping as I labored to breathe. I could still get some air, but barely enough to remain conscious.

I went up another 1/2", and finally was suspended! My throat closed completely and I could no longer breathe. My desire to hang and my determination to do it well gave way to panic, and I desperately tried to get my feet back on the floor. It was so close, I could occasionally brush it with the tip of one shoe, but could not find meaningful support. My legs started to kick wildly in panic. I strained against the ropes binding my arms desperately, but Mr. Walker had tied them well. I looked up at the guests enjoying my struggle, then down at my feet again, so frustratingly close to the floor. I tried to quell the rising panic.

OK, Karen. You're going to die. There is no way you can avoid that now, there never was. But you're dying in the way you wanted your whole life. You're achieving your ultimate fantasy, and that's more than most people ever get! I told myself. That made me calmer, and some of the horniness I felt earlier actually began to return. This was actually the hottest, sexiest thing anyone could ever do! That really got me going and I felt the desire rise in me again. As I danced for the crowd, I felt like might even come spontaneously!

"Look at her!" Miss Greene said, pointing at my thighs, and the pussy juices flowing down them. "She's so hot!"

I was in excruciating pain, and my consciousness was beginning to fade, but I still felt incredibly aroused. My legs were no longer kicking so violently, as I'd calmed myself and didn't have the energy anymore anyway. I could barely keep my eyes open. I felt someone lift my legs up and spread them apart. This took some of the weight off my neck, and I was able to just barely squeak in some air. As my consciousness returned, I felt something brush my pussy lips and lit, which sent a surge of energy through me!

I opened my eyes to see Mr. Walker between my legs, holding them on either side of him. His cock, even though it was quite big, easily entered me, with my wetness and all the pounding my pussy had endured during cocktail hour. I couldn't believe my luck! Not only was I going to hang, I would get that last fuck before I died! As he began to move in me, my body spasmed with pleasure, my back arching intensely. I felt both the intense pleasure of his cock pushing into me, simultaneous with the pulsing pain as the rope tightened and loosened around my neck with each push. I wanted to scream with the pain and ecstasy, but could only manage a weak "Ehhh! Uhhh! Uhhhh!" through my mostly closed throat. I strained against the ropes on my arms, arched my back again, and came hard. In the wave of pleasure that flowed throughout my body, I completely forgot about the pain from my neck, the people watching me, and the fact that I was going to die. Even Mr. Walker holding my legs and pumping his cock into me, became distant, and I saw the scene distantly, as through a tunnel.

As I came down from my orgasm, my eyes were blurry from tears of pleasure. Slowly they cleared. I felt Mr. Walker pull out of me, and the tension on my neck increased with the lack of support from his cock. He held my legs, let his cock rest on my groin, just above my pussy, and let several spurts of cum out with a groan.

Mr. Walker let go of my legs, and I was suspended fully by my neck again. His cum dripped down my abdomen, over my pussy, and mixed with my juices. The scorching pain in my neck returned, and my throat closed up completely again. The panic rose in me again, and I fought it by remembering that this was my fantasy. I was experiencing the ultimate submission, as I had dreamed of all my life, and after the hottest flying fuck and most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced! I couldn't imagine my fantasy coming together any better. My consciousness began to fade again. I knew I was now dying, slowly. I relished the feeling of fading away as my vision began to go dark.

Thank you, Mr. Walker. Thank you for everything. was my last thought.

The End

Oooh nice one! Lucky, lucky girl!

VERY WELL TOLD