Coeds on Passyunk- new story

Hello, this is my first story post. It was the result of chats between me and someone we will call Steve. If anyone wants to do any co-writing projects drop me a line.

Hope you enjoy, Tlaloc

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Co-eds On Passyunk by steve and tlaloc

Most college co-eds explore their new adulthood by taking risks - they like the thrill. Sometimes they enjoy the consequences from losing just as much as they would have winning. Tonia’s and Vicky’s trip to “The Last Kicks” nightclub is a perfect example. It isn’t really named “The Last Kicks” - in fact, it has no name at all, being just a non-descript grey two-story building beside Passyunk Avenue in the industrial area of Philadelphia. The kind of place folks not to be messed with go so as not to be messed with. My favorite. I - and everyone else - know they don’t really belong in the club the moment they walk in. Both of the late teens are lively and excited, but the chestnut-haired one seems a little quieter. It’s these timid ones the crowd likes the most. It’s only seconds before the regulars split them up. Nick and his girlfriend Mandy quickly walk over to them, fresh beers in hand. Quick introductions - chestnut-hair is Tonia, and her suddenly-leery friend is Vicky. But her wariness isn’t enough to keep Nick from distracting her at the pinball machine (which always miraculously becomes vacant just as he approaches it) while Mandy points out the stage to Little Miss Timid. “Doing the raffle, girlfriend? You could make the pot real big tonight. Step right over here.” And she guides Tonia over to Denise, one of tonight’s three bartenders. The already-crowded bar suddenly gets completely packed with hefty guys, as the other women in the club smirk. A minute later Tom saunters past the table I’m playing poker at and wordlessly drops a raffle ticket by my chips. Guess I’m in too. It’s over an hour before the co-eds get back together - both have had a couple of beers and at least a couple of shots by then. Tonia has come across Alexi and started talking with him in a foreign gibberish that I recognize to be Russian (although my bosses would fire me instantly if they ever caught one of their engineers in a dive like this). Alexi has gotten her to go back to Vicky and is trying to steer them both towards the door - only Tonia isn’t having any of it. “We can’t go yet, Vicky! I signed both our names to raffle tickets!!” As if on cue the club’s lights flash, and the two massive bouncers at the door close it shut and lock it tight. “Sorry, Alexi, you know the rules - no one in or out till after the drawings.” Alexi just looks grim. “TONIA!!! Do you know what you’ve done?” shouts Vicky. Tonia’s face shows only confusion. The nightclub gets very quiet as HarleyMan (no one remember’s Harley’s real name anymore - as the club’s owner he gets called anything he wants) steps up onto the stage carrying the the footstool and the tall barstool. “Shaddup!” he bellows as he places them center-stage. Denise hands the two sacks over to Tom to be passed to Harley. “Twelve hundred bucks prize from the guys’ bag, and six entries in the women’s bag!” Alexi ushers our co-eds over to my table to sit while he stands nearby. “Omigod, Tonia!” says Vicky. Harley reaches into the men’s bag and pulls out a ticket. “Number One - Alexi!” Cheers erupt for our nicest guy. “Number Two - Nick!” More raucous cheers, and a couple of taunts about lucky Slavs. “Executioner - Stan!” Slaps pound my back. Goddamn, I am in! Harley now opens the women’s bag and reaches in. Vicky has a strained look on her face. “First ticket - not you, Clarice!” Loud laughter. “Second, third, fourth - not you Shelly, Ginnie or Denise!” Denise always enters - she knows she can win, but safely because Harley will never let her lose. “Oh, fuck, Tonia!” whispers Vicky. “We’re the only two left!” Harley draws the last two tickets. “The Winner is - Vicky! And that makes the Loser Tonia!” The cheers are deafening in the bare-walled room. Tonia turns to Vicky and excitedly says, “Congratulations!” Vicky looks back at her sadly and says, “Tonia, the Loser here gets hanged!”

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I’m up out of my seat right away. Best to do it quickly, and make her last night a good one. “Hanged,” she says, “Really?” and her eyes glimmer just a bit. Well, well, well, I think…. “Tonia, I’m Stan, the guy who’s going to string you up. Let me take your arm - Vicky, you take her other one - and we’ll all go into the bedroom in back and get ready.” To the cheers of the guys - and jeers of the women - we guide Tonia back behind the stage to the club’s bedroom. As Denise brings in Tonia’s last shot with its beer chaser I slowly explain the rules. “This is what will happen. You take your drinks, and then you’re going to shuck your outer clothes. You pay your Executioner, me - by getting down on your knees and blowing my cock. I watch while the other two men take you. Then Vicky’ll help you clean up and tie you while I get the stage ready. I’ll come back and knock when it’s time. Finally, you’ll dance nude. Now drink up, and start stripping.” Tonia’s face has been getting hotter and hotter as I talked. She takes the shot and slams it down! Then she grabs the beer and eagerly takes a deep chug - but I can see she’s not going to have to be drunk to do this. Vicky leans against the wall despondently as Denise takes the glasses and leaves, closing the door behind her. Tonia stretches her arms high and then reaches down to pull her top up and off. She has a nice corset on, and a silver belly chain with a red pendant. She bends to drop her pants, and as she straightens I admire her curvy figure. “Well?” she says. I step over to her, unzipping my fly, and she drops to her knees in front of me. Her hands pull out my already-stiff cock, and she begins to lick around the head. I hold still, letting her warm to her work. Tonia’s breathing starts to get heavy, and her hands start to stroke my shaft - gently at first, but then firmer and faster. She takes me into her mouth, I can feel her tongue rolling. I try to hold back. The little bitch is clearly enjoying this, so I make it go on for a couple of minutes. But when she looks up at me, I grab her hair and hold her head steady as I begin to thrust into her mouth. She’s gagging each time, but I’m not going to take long now. In only just over a dozen thrusts my fevered body has had enough, and pulling her onto me one last time I erupt into her mouth! Instantly releasing her, she jerks back - half my sperm spewing over her face and shoulders. Coughing for a moment, she then looks up at me and licks her lips as she swallows as much as she can. Damn, it’s a shame to have to waste this woman!

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I reach over and open the door. Nick is right at it. Our big Polack comes in and picks Tonia up off the floor, corset and all. He carries her over to the bed and lays her on it. He doesn’t even remove his shoes, just loosens his belt and drops his pants to his ankles before climbing onto her and pulling her thong aside. Unexpectedly, Tonia is already wet from the blowing she gave me, so when Nick’s cock rams into her cunt the pain isn’t so bad. She still screams, but its trails off to a pleasured “aahhhh”. Then Nick sets to work, thrusting into and out of her, slow and shallow at first. As Tonia’s moans become more pleasured, Nick begins to pummel her slgithly harder and faster. He works his way upwards in intensity. In the third minute of her rape, Nick is ramming Tonia rapidly. He has great control, the lucky bastard, and it isn’t until Tonia spasms and arches her back that he lets his own climax come with hers. They both fall limply onto the bed.

But that isn’t to last. I give him two minutes to enjoy the feeling, then tap Nick on the back. He obediently rolls off of Tonia and stands, re-arranging his pants. Turning to her, he says, “I’ll be enjoying your next dance too!” and then leaves out the door. Alexi is already at it.

He’s a real nice guy, Alexi - but he likes having his women. He comes right in and closes the door. “Don’t get up,” he says to Tonia - then grabs her waist and flips her over. “This is going to hurt - relax as much as possible and help me,” he tells her. Aleix takes a tube of lubricant out of his pocket and spreads it onto the fingers of his right hand and his stiff cock. Then, using his powerful legs to force Tonia’s apart, he places one finger at her asshole. “Push out,” he says, and as she complies he presses in the first finger. It hurts Tonia, but after a couple of moments she loosens up and it isn’t so bad. Alexi massages her insides gently, and then repeats the process inserting a second and then third finger. By this time Tonia’s asshole is spread as wide open as it will ever get in her soon-to-be-shortened life. Alexi now makes the fast switch, pulling his fingers out as his manly rod jams in in their place. Now Tonia has a real cock up her ass, and the pain is much greater! Alexi presses in slowly, but she’s still being stretched inside! She groans loudly, blending into a scream as he fully inserts himself. It’s going to happen, so now he does it fast - sliding in and out, building both her and his excitement as the crowd outside the room laughs at Tonia’s cries of pain. Finally Alexi comes - he pulls out, his sperm dripping from her anus. “Thank you, thank you,” Tonia whispers.

I direct Nick out of the room, and head for the door myself. I’ve got a rope to rig.

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Making the Hangman’s Knot (my fourth time doing this, as Harley lets me win a lot), throwing the rope over the rafter above the barstool, and tying the long end down takes only two minutes. Then I’m back outside the bedroom’s door. I knock loudly, hear an “Omigod! It’s time!” inside, and then the toilet flushes noisily as Tonia’s body, understanding what is to happen, tenses up and empties her bowels. I give them another minute, then knock again. I shout through the door, “Tie her wrists and elbows behind her, and bring her out!” Then I walk back to the stage. It’s another two minutes before the two co-eds come out, to the excited roar of the crowd. Vicky, looking grim, is leading her friend by the arm, but Tonia has a smile on her face - I’ll be wiping it off in just a minute! Having her elbows tied behind her really makes her beautiful breasts stand out over the corset. It’s my turn again. I take Tonia’s elbow from Vicky - and Tonia stretches up and plants a big kiss on my mouth, with lots of tongue. I hold it for a minute as the crowd jeers. I reach my hands back behind her, and loosen her corset. This takes a little time, very tasty time, but finally I push her away - taking her corset off as I do so. Then I tug her towards the footstool. She gives me a wink and goes willingly. But as she puts her left foot on the footstool and finally looks up at the noose awaiting her neck, doubt sets in. I have to give her a push to get her up on the second step, and a harder one to the third top one. I almost have to lift her the last little way up onto the barstool. From behind her as she faces the crowd I see her quivering as I pull the noose down and over her head. There’s a gasp as I cinch the knot down tight below her left ear. I bend a little, and grasping her thong slowly slide it down her legs and off - Tonia is now completely nude except for her belly chain and pendant. Then I step down and hand the footstool to Vicky to carry to the edge of the stage (for her to sit on). Reaching back, I pull on the rope and tighten it so that Tonia up on the barstool just feels it’s pull. I walk around to the side of the barstool opposite the rope’s knot. Looking up at her - she can barely twist her face towards me - I say, “This is it, babe. You’re doing swell.” Tonia winks at me, blows me a last kiss, and then looks resolutely forward at the crowd lusting for her death. And I kick the stool out from under her!

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My victim drops three inches, then the rope yanks her hard to a stop! The Hangman’s Knot jerks down tight too! Tonia’s face instantly shows her agony! She starts kicking immediately, but there’s nothing anywhere near her splaying feet. The crowd loves it as her pussy’s bush wags in front of their faces. The pendant under her navel bounces wildly. Just for fun I reach over and give her a hard slap on the ass to set her swinging and spinning. The crowd is shouting both encouragement and verbal abuse at her - and some of them are betting on how long she’s going to last. The first time she spins around and sees me the pain is still there but she’s excited, perhaps happily! She spins away, still kicking wildly. The second time I swear she looks longingly down at my crotch. But after only thirty seconds her air runs out - the burning in the lungs starts - and the real fear sets in. This time when she spins to face me she looks pleadingly - but I shake my head “No”, ‘cause there’re no reprieves at The Last Kicks. She spins away in despair. Tonia’s struggling is harder now. Vicky wants to rescue her friend, but Alexi is holding her sitting on the footstool. After a minute and a half on the rope Tonia really begins to fight, squirming and writhing mightily in the air, wrenching at the ropes binding her arms. Each twist she makes cinches the Hangman’s Knot tighter to her neck - she’s getting not the slightest bit of breath at all now. The crowd is settling down, relaxing and watching the show in front of them of the girl they suckered into being put to death. After two minutes, Tonia weakens. Her body glistens from the sweat of her exertions, and her face is now a bright red. Her kicks aren’t as frequent, nor as strong. Vicky is crying. Some of the women in the crowd have stopped watching and are blowing their men. Two and a half minutes, and it’s almost all over. Tonia isn’t hardly moving except for her futilely-heaving chest. Her feet twitch spasmodically. The pendant is still. A few more seconds and I come over and slap her ass again, really hard, but she doesn’t react - mercifully unconscious. I reach up, grasp Tonia’s dangling legs, and pull down with all my weight - stretching her neck and setting the Hangman’s Knot as tight as it will ever go. Then I step back and watch. Another few seconds for her brain to go, and Tonia’s pussy lets loose, urine dribbling down her legs. We let her dangle another ten minutes to kill her for good. When I check by pressing my ear to her chest, her heart is dead.

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As Executioner, I get to take Tonia away. It’s dark, so when I strap her into the reclined seat in my car no one can see that the noose still chokes her. We cross the bridge into New Jersey. It’s not a real long drive south to the beach I have in mind. She lies on the sand beside me as I dig her grave in the moonlight. One last kiss, then I lay her down. The old blanket covers her from head to toe. Then the sand does. I keep her thong. The smell of her excitement from that fatal night is still strong on it.

FIN

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