A Hanging Fantasy (Erotic Asphyx) by Lottie

“Is the bitch ready to hang”

Tears spring to my eyes, the incontestable need to see this process through overwhelms any further rational thought. The fear of you now becomes integrated into the over powering and uncontrollable compulsion released within me. I nod, the terror of the outcome now heightening the already insupportable desire to experience this now flawless fantasy to its ultimate conclusion.

Desperately my eyes search your face, willing you to move quickly. The urgency of what could be a critically treacherous orgasm assaults every fibre of control that I still possess, so devastatingly consuming in its onslaught that even my basic deep rooted need for self-preservation erodes.

In just moments, I shall willingly be lost to the capricious fate of chance if you do not direct this scene as promised. With an almost palpable sense of relief I feel you slowly begin to remove the final obstruction to this definitive experience. Sheer terror and an absolutely devastating need eagerly meet this moment.

The world frees its hold of me. The speed of my almost inhumanly heightened awareness exceeds my bodies physical responses and for a second the sensation is a pure, beautifully felt mental realisation of ecstasy. My burdened physical awareness ferociously drowns me as it finally manages to draw level. The tearing burn of the rope, the inability to breath, the terrible pressure placed on a body not meant to survive such torment finally releases its last shred of control and succumbs to the most incredible orgasm.

Every particle of agony transforms into an inexpressible tide of searing fire that races through my body, every nerve ending registering its climatic passage, my body involuntarily spasms in corresponding response as wave after wave engulfs me. The rope and its torture becomes integrated into my very being, its indescribable agonies embraced and welcomed, no longer separate in my existence I begin to readily release my very life to its demands.

At this moment I feel your arms around me, lifting me free of its cruellest grip. The gag in my mouth prevents me from screaming at you to release me, to leave me where I belong. The bitter truth of my unsolicited need for continuation prompts me to instinctively wrap my legs around your waist to aid in this return to reality.

I gradually become aware of the strength in your protective naked body as it almost cradles me, and even though I can still feel the coarse touch around my neck of the still insistent rope beckoning me, a more urgent need develops and begins to take precedence.

As you lower me I am surprised to feel such obvious evidence of your own arousal. My own desires now focus fully on the man holding me in his arms. I lean back in an attempt to accommodate more easily your insistent need, the still present rope tugs once again reminding me of its past promise, but it no longer draws me and I use its tension almost as a support to enable myself to open for you. My breath quickens once again and my body tenses as its registers the tip of your erection begining to penetrate smoothly, its passage assisted by the evidence of my own arousal.

My legs tighten against you in an effort to balance, I still have no way of supporting myself. As you lower me slowly down to the point of complete penetration I lean in towards you, the passivity of the previous few minutes have left me with an over-riding burning need to actively participate in what is to follow. I have no way of explaining this to you and tears of frustration blur my eyes for a second. As if responding to my unspoken plea you easily hold me in place with one arm and reach behind me with the other to awkwardly unbuckle the now tormenting gag, gently removing it and dropping it to the floor. You lift your hand and gently pull me forward into an intensely passionate kiss. My eyes close and for a few seconds we remain in this powerful embrace, joined so intimately in so many ways.

I pull back a little, the pain from the vicious little clamps sending persistently demanding now unpleasant sensations through my body that detract from my arousal. “Please take them off” I beg.

I lean back slightly and as you remove the first one absolute agony flashes as crushed nerve endings flare back into life. I cry out, and you can feel my reflexive contraction to this pain in the sudden, surprisingly strong, tightening of my internal muscles pulling you even deeper into me.

I relax, then tense again in expectation of the next assault, sure enough the same level of agony provokes a similar reaction. I hear you catch your breath as once again you feel the strength of my vaginal muscles grip around your penetrating shaft.

Your arms tighten around me, aware of your reactions I now take up a purposefully slow rhythm of contraction and release, unable to anything else with my wrists still bound. The potency of this almost internal massage, pulling you deeper then releasing you, sends waves of arousal coursing through your body.

Even such a small burden as myself may be to much for you to bear once you succumb to your desires and the noose still sits tightly around my neck, the images provoked by such knowledge causes an internal contradiction within you. Arousal builds with an unstoppable force and I can feel you begin to take up my rhythm, your strong arms holding me steady providing the resistance you need. I am so immersed in the intimacy and passion of the moment that the risk of the rope still in situ is of no concern to me, its presence forgotten in the shadow of this vibrant man holding me. I lean forward, nestling my face into the side of your neck, my breath catching as the first more gentle wave of a second orgasm breaks over me. My slight change of position places the view of the noose and its coiled knot in a most provocative position where you cannot avoid including it into the rising stimulation of senses you are now experiencing. This addition elicits a spontaneous response in you that overloads your, up until now, tightly controlled reactions to our encounter.

All of the emotions, sensations and witnessed events now combined to make your orgasm inevitable. The sudden bite of my teeth into your shoulder, my muffled moans and the irresistible fierce contractions once again gripping rather than massaging you as I orgasm insist that you surrender to your own.

One small part of you fights to remain hold of the small trusting girl in your arms as the rest of your body focuses on its long awaited release. I feel your orgasm build, and my legs grip tightly as the climax of my own coincides perfectly with your low moan of ecstatic completion. We stay locked together for a few moments, a strange but beautiful tableau, the noose, the girl still bound with her head resting trustingly on her mans shoulder, the man cradling her gently in his arms, his face lowered into the disarray of her unbound hair.