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Brother and Sister at the Snuff Club

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9

Stew had untied my wrists after my little noose demonstration on the bed riding his and Brad’s cock. Now he smiled at me as he took the rope and brought my wrists once more behind my back. “Bet you didn’t think you’d be feeling the noose again this soon; did you, sis?”

I gasped for breath as a surge of excitement hit me. But I didn’t say a word. I had cum leaking out of my cunt and running down my thighs. I was both nervous and excited like you wouldn’t believe.

Mom came up to me as I stood there naked, my nipples painfully erect. “You’re really looking forward to this; aren’t you, honey? You look like you’re all turned on.” I couldn’t speak; I was trembling so much.

Stew brought a stool over from the corner of the room. It was only about a foot high or so. He placed it directly under the noose in the middle of the room. Then he got the controls and slowly lowered it until it came down and framed my face.

Mom looked at me and started touching and caressing me all over. She rubbed my breasts and then pinched my erect nipples, causing me to let out a yelp. Then she fingered my dripping slit.

She gave me a sexy little finger-fuck as I stood there quivering. Stew took the noose and carefully looped it around my neck. I gasped at the feel of the rope around my throat, wondering what it was going to feel like to hang right in front of mother.

He cinched it up as mom continued to finger me. She pulled her fingers out and looked at the cream on them. Then she stuck them into my mouth, telling me to taste Stew and Brad’s deposits.

I moaned as I got a taste from their two salty loads. Stew got me ready, making sure the knot was right behind my left ear. “Up you go, Janelle” and I felt the rope tighten, pulling me up and forcing me to step onto the stool.

He pulled me up onto my toes until I was shuffling around a little. More cream leaked out of my pussy. Mom used a finger to wipe it up before tasting it.

I struggled to catch my breath, my pussy screaming at me from the excitement and anxiety of it all. My nipples were so hard, and I was trying not to tremble so badly. In moments I was going to be dangling from a noose… with Stew, mom and Brad all watching!

Mom got on her knees and started kissing up my legs. She tried to pull them apart so she could get at all that cream leaking out of my twat. A moment later I threw caution to the wind as I lifted my legs up over her shoulders.

Instantly I had more trouble breathing as the noose took much of my weight. Mom just dove in and started licking and sucking. It was clear she was trying to slurp all that cum out of my quivering cunt.

I rasped and gurgled as I humped her face. Mom shoved a couple of fingers up my ass, making me jerk and gurgle. Then she licked an orgasm right out of me.

She murmured… “Gawd, honey; that’s so sexy!” I felt warm all over the way I was turning her on. Then she gasped, “I wanna see you hanging, honey.” And with that she pulled out from under me.

I lost my support as my legs hung down. My feet instinctively fluttered for the floor as I tried to find solid footing. By the time I found the stool it was too late as I accidentally kicked it aside.

I felt an erotic jolt of panic knowing I’d just kicked my footing away. My legs began to kick as I searched for it. Then I began to twist in place as I rasped and gurgled, putting on a little show for Brad, my mom and my brother.

“Gawd; is that what I’m going to look like?” mom panted. “I thought it would be horrible seeing my daughter hanging in the noose! But she looks so incredibly sexy!” She was so turned on she was rubbing her tits and fingering her swollen nub.

“Go give her a flying fuck, Brad,” my brother said with a smile. “Her pussy is red and swollen; she needs it.” Brad needed no further encouragement.

He came right up to me with his cock hard as a rock. I needed the support, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he impaled me. Then I began riding his twitching dick while lifting myself up enough to get a breath or two of air.

It felt so good inside me with all that sexual energy flowing through me. He had this big smile on his face as he fucked me. I was turning him on and it added to my arousal.

Stew came around behind me, reaching around to grope my tits. Then I felt him push his dick up my ass. I gawked as I shuddered from being double stuffed.

“Ohmygawd!” mom gasped as she watched. “They’re both fucking my daughter as she hangs! I can’t believe how hot that is!”

She furiously fingered herself as the guys gave it to me good. Seeing her get off to my hanging was incredible despite the agony of my breathlessness. And strangling in the noose made my body do incredible things to those cocks, milking and squeezing and massaging them. It was though I was trying to get them both to cum inside me.

The pain in my chest hurt like hell. But the rest of my body was awash in a sea of incredible pleasure. Seeing mom watch me was the icing on the cake, especially the way she was getting off on it.

I kept trying to ride Brad’s cock while Stew fucked my ass. Mom stood there naked the whole time, watching and rubbing one out. I was their noose-whore and they were all enjoying my show, especially the way the guys were giving me a flying fuck.

Brad went off first; I guess my clenching cunt was too much for him. I felt his cum pump inside me. I gurgled as I clenched his cock with my spasming snatch.

It wasn’t long before Stew let out a cry as he rammed me hard up my ass. A few seconds later I got another deposit. “Now I want to watch her hang!” mom gasped excitedly.

Brad and Stew slowly pulled out. I lost my grip on Brad, and my legs hung limp. The renewed strain on my neck set me to kicking again.

I hitched and jerked as I struggled for air. The more I fought, the tighter the noose became. What if mom wanted to leave me up here to die for her? I panicked a little, but I decided that wouldn’t be so bad.

Cum slithered down my legs from my cunt and ass. It was getting harder to breathe. Then mom came up to me again, getting down on her knees so she could feast on the cream leaking out of me.

I started cumming again at the feel of her tongue in my twat as exhaustion set in. It occurred to me I might not make the Entertainment stage at this rate. But I wasn’t sad, not when mom, Stew and Brad were enjoying my hanging.

I was conscious long enough to feel mom’s tongue slurping up all that yummy cum. I quivered from another orgasm. Then I think I passed out.

When I woke up I was lying naked on the bed, mom kissing and cuddling right next to me. Brad and Stew were sitting on the corners of the bed smiling at me. “What happened?” I panted tiredly.

“Gawd, honey! That was incredible! I think I understand now why you want to hang. Gawd; you must have cum three or four times at least!”

That was probably true. Hell, it felt like I’d been fucked for 24 hours straight. All three of them looked at me with big smiles on their faces.

Stew told me, “You passed out, so we got you down, Janelle. I told mom it would be ok if we hanged you in here if she wanted. But she said as hot as it was to watch, she prefers to hang first. That way you can hang on the stage in front of everybody if you want.”

“That’s right, honey,” mom said with a smile. “It was sexy and all. But I’m not sure I want to see you go all the way. I think I’d rather you watch me hang first.”

“Thanks, mom,” I replied before I kissed her deeply. She kissed me in reply, thanking me for showing her how a good noose-whore should put on a show. She told me she would try to do just as good a job as I had done.

“Well… no use putting it off,” she finally said. “I suppose we should get this over with before the Club sends someone in here to check on me.” And with that she climbed out of bed, went over and stood underneath the noose.

She had Brad tie her hands behind her back since it was his cum that had condemned her. Then he noosed her up. I saw her gasp when the rope touched her neck, and she started to tremble. I knew exactly what she was feeling.

Stew and I sat on the end of the bed and watched as Brad took the slack out of the rope with the remote. Mom was forced to step up onto the stool. “This is a little scary,” she admitted in a trembling voice.

“Yeah, mom; it is,” I told her. “But it should make the orgasms even bigger. The fear should make you super horny.”

“I th-think it is, honey.”

She began to pant for breath, only to rasp a little as Brad took her up a little more. “F-fuck; I’m getting scared here. B-but it has to be done, right? Ok, Brad! You’d better h-hang me before I ch-change my mind.”

“Can we fuck you in the noose, mom? Or would you like to hang solo?”

“I m-might like a little help here, honey.”

“I’ll start, Stew,” I told him as I got up from the bed. I was a little sad, but I was also so fucking turned on.

I knelt in front of mom and started kissing up her legs. I knew how scary it was and I wanted to make it feel good for her. So I kissed all the way up until I tried to get to her pussy.

She tried to spread her legs to give me better access. But her feet really wanted to keep that stool in place. I just kissed and licked as though determined to get her off. After all, it was her decision and I wasn’t going to force it.

She moaned and rasped as her pussy clenched around my probing tongue. I wanted to do more but her thighs were still clenched together too tight. I think she was having a hard time letting go.

I was dimly aware of Brad and Stew watching us. But my eyes were on mom’s pussy the entire time, making her feel just as good as I could. I kept licking and kissing and moaning into her muff, loving the way she twitched and trembled and humped my face.

She moaned and whimpered, but her feet still clung stubbornly to that stool. I just teased her with my tongue, letting her know I was still there and wanted more. It was entirely up to her.

All of the sudden she let out a grunt as she lifted her legs, giving me better access. She tried to get them up over my shoulders but seemed to be having a little trouble. So I helped her as I lifted them up so she could rest her legs on my shoulders, bracing herself against me. Then I dove into her muff, slurping and moaning hungrily.

She rasped and gurgled, and I could just make out the words “Ohgawd!” She humped my face, even as it must have gotten harder for her to breathe. I was determined to stay there for as long as necessary.

I plunged my tongue deep into her juicy twat, enjoying how it squeezed and clenched. She rasped, moaned and whimpered as she humped my face. Then I finally heard her rasp the words, “Hang me, Janelle!”

I took the stool away as I pulled out from underneath her legs. She wildly swung back and forth, her feet searching for the stool in my hand. I set it aside as we all watched mom dance her life away.

She kicked and gyrated; I don’t think she’d ever ridden a noose before. But as an amateur she put on an incredible show. It was sexy as hell, especially the way she threw out her chest with her nipples all pointed like that.

She thrust her breasts outward as her thighs suddenly came together. Her pussy was red and swollen and really dripping. We all hear a raspy “Cummm….iinnnkkkkk” Then she humped the air like crazy until she dangled limp with exhaustion.

I called out, “Want Stew to fuck you, mom?” She nodded her head… or at least I think she did. Stew went right up to her, stuck his really hard cock inside her and then lifted her legs up around his waist.

I saw some life in her as she clung to him while trying to lift herself up to get a breath. She gurgled as she rode him and I heard a raspy “Fuck….. me….” Then I gave Brad a push in the back, telling him to take mom’s ass so she could feel two cocks inside her at the same time.

Brad went up behind her and reached around to grope her boobs. Then he pushed his way up inside her ass with his dick. She gawked and gurgled as she became a little more animated.

I couldn’t help watching and fingering myself. She looked at me and her eyes flickered as though she liked to see me getting myself off. Then she gurgled again as Stew and Brad really enjoyed fucking her holes.

I called out, “Fuck her hard, Stew! Fuck that noose-slut!” It was no longer mom. Now it was some sexy bitch who was getting a hot, flying double-fuck as she strangled to death in the noose.

Mom gawked as she finally rasped, “Hang… me…” Stew and Bad really gave it to her good. Then they pulled away, leaving her to dangle.

We all watched her for a few minutes as her muscles twitched and jerked while she tried to move her arms and legs. Cum leaked down her inner thighs from her cunt and her ass. Then I stepped forward again.

I got down on my knees and started licking her out once more, grabbing and groping her ass for support. But I let her legs hang limp. She wasn’t being very animated. But I could still feel her pussy clenching around my tongue.

I licked and tongued her juicy twat, enjoying the taste of my brother’s cream leaking out of her. Her pussy twitched and clenched less and less, although I think she had one more orgasm. After a while she didn’t twitch or clench at all.

I stood up and kissed her lips, trying to share Stew’s cum with her. But her mouth did not respond. I caressed her mounds and sucked her nipples as tears filled my eyes. Then I finally stepped back.

Stew saw me and came over to console me. Brad went up and kissed mom on the lips, telling her it was great and she was the best snuff he’d ever seen. That’s when I heard a little dribble of urine stream down her legs to fall off her feet onto the floor. I like to think that was her way of thanking us for enjoying her death.

(Dec 17 '17)
 
(Can you believe it? 140 characters over budget. *sigh* Ok, here is the last chapter. I guess I have to make it a two parter.)

10

Something about Brad’s words changed my perspective. I was feeling sad and was missing mom a little when I heard him tell her she was the best snuff he’d ever seen. Then she’d pissed herself as though thanking him for the compliment.

“She was great, wasn’t she?” I quietly asked Stew.

“She was the best,” he agreed with a nod.

“Did you like it, Stew?”

“Like it? Janelle can’t you feel how hard I am?”

It was true; his cock was nice and erect. Even Brad’s cock was hard again. He was kissing mom’s body all over as though he couldn’t get enough of her.

“She is sexy hanging like that; isn’t she, Stew?”

“She sure is… not that you’ll be any less sexy hanging naked on the Entertainment Stage later. You still want to hang; don’t you, sis? Or has seeing mom hang put you off?”

I walked up to her and started running my hands all over her naked body. She was still warm to the touch. That’s when I felt an erotic shudder as I turned to my brother.

“Stew, do you think she wants you to fuck her one last time?”

“I don’t know, Janelle.”

“I’ll bet she does. You should fuck her one last time.”

He looked over at Brad who motioned for him to come on over and join him as he kept pawing her corpse. Stew walked up to mom and pressed his cock against her cunt. Then he slowly pushed his way inside her.

“How does she feel, Stew?”

“Gawd, Janelle. This feels kind of… wrong somehow… wrong but exciting. Is it wrong for me to like it so much?”

I went over and tried to grab mom’s legs so I could help wrap them around his waist. I knew it would give him deeper access. In response he started thrusting good and hard up her dead pussy.

“Fuck, Janelle! I can’t believe I’m fucking mom after she’s dead!”

Brad went behind her, reaching around to grope and fondle her boobs. “Are you going in her ass?” I asked him with growing excitement. He looked at me and smiled. Then her body moved a little before he said, “I am now.”

I couldn’t believe it! My sadness at losing mom had been replaced with what I can only describe as a grotesque arousal. The way they were fucking her corpse was such a turn-on!

“Stew, will you fuck me like that up on the Entertainment stage after I’m dead?”

“If you want me to. Janelle, if you still want to go through with it, I’ll do anything you want.”

“Gawd!” I gasped with growing excitement, watching them fuck the corpse of my mother. “Stew, that is… that is so fucking hot! Do you think mom would approve?”

“You know, Janelle? I really think she would! I think she’d want us to enjoy her body; right, Brad?”

“I have to agree with you, Stewart,” Brad said, thrusting in and out of mom’s ass from behind as she dangled there. “Your mother didn’t shy away from her hanging once she knew it was inevitable. In fact, she seemed to want us all to enjoy it.”

I looked closely at mom’s face. Her eyes were glazed over and she had this tired expression. But somehow it looked like she was smiling a little… as though she wanted us to enjoy her even after she was dead. Maybe it was just my imagination.

“Gawd, mom; you’re so fucking sexy!” Stew gasped as he thrust hard up her cunt.

“Suck on her tongue, Stew!” I called out while jerking on her legs for him.

He kissed her and then sucked on it. He grunted as I watched him thrust harder up her pussy. Brad gasped, “Fuck; I can feel your cock rubbing in and out of her cunt while I’m fucking her ass! I think your mother would have loved this, Stewart!”

Stew suddenly let out a cry as he pumped her full of his seed. I saw a little of it leak out around his cock. Then he pulled out, grabbed me by a handful of hair, and then made me kneel to lick him clean.

I felt like such a whore being forced to clean his cock. But it was such a turn-on sucking his dick after it had just been in mom’s dead cunt. Then Brad roared his release as he filled her ass with his spunk. That’s when Stew told me to clean his cock too.

Brad pulled out and came around so I could gobble down his meat. He thrust in and out of my mouth until he started to soften a little. Then Stew told me to clean mom’s holes.

I felt all slutty and excited as I propped her legs up on my shoulders. I sucked and slurped, tasting Stew’s cream and mom’s cum. Then I sucked Brad’s creamy load out of her ass until I shuddered from a nice little orgasm of my own.

I stood up and gave mom’s corpse a push. The rope creaked as she swung back and forth. Gawd; that did it! Now I really wanted to hang on the stage! I wanted to put on as good of a show as mom had put on for us in here.

“Stew, I want to do it!” I declared. “I want to hang for you and Brad! I want to hang for everybody! I want every cock out there lusting after my dying body!”

“So mom’s hanging didn’t put you off after all, eh sis?”

“Gawd, Stew; I’m more turned on than ever! Mom acted like she was willing to hang for us. So I want her to be proud of me as I hang on stage for you.”

Her boytoy smiled at me as he said, “I think she’d be proud of you, Janelle.”

“Thanks, Brad.”

“But Janelle, what about dad?”

“Damn! I forgot about him.”

Stew always did have a way of throwing cold water on things without really meaning to. But this time I didn’t care. I was getting so fucking horny wanting to swing in front of the whole damned club.

“C’mon, Stew; let’s do it anyway! You too, Brad! I want you to come watch me hang onstage, ok? Afterwards I want you both to fuck my corpse!”

“Janelle, I don’t know if I want to be out there in case your father shows up.”

“C’mon, Brad! You gotta come! I want you to watch me hang, ok? And I think mom would want you to watch me kick it up for you.”

“Yeah, Janelle; you’re probably right. She would want me to watch you hang just to enjoy myself.”

“You should march me right up to the stage nude, Stew. That way you can parade me in front of the entire club.”

“But what if dad sees you on a monitor, sis? What if he comes out to put a stop to it?”

“Damn! You’re right. What if he sees us going to the stage?”

I liked the idea of being paraded through the club naked to further my humiliation. At the same time I didn’t want daddy to see it and come out to put a stop to it. I wasn’t sure what to do.

“How about we take her out in her robe like it’s no big deal?” Brad suggested. “We’ll take her right up to the stage and get her all noosed up. If your dad shows up, it will be too late because she’ll already be up on the stage.”

“We could always try to get you pregnant, Janelle. Maybe the club has a malfunctioning sensor we can put in you to make it look like you have to be executed.”

“Hunh – unh,” I told them as I shook my head. “I want everyone to know I did this of my own free will. I’ll bet it’s not often they get a volunteer to hang for the whole damned club.”

“Probably not,” Brad replied with a laugh. “What do you say, Stewart?”

“Ok with me,” he replied with a smile. “We can always cuff her hands behind her back and then put the robe on her. When we get there she can ditch the robe and be taken right up onstage.”

“I love it!” I gasped. Then I looked at them excitedly before asking, “Anything else?”

“Yeah, sis. There’s just one thing more. As our snuff-whore we’re entitled to use you one last time, right?” And with that he shoved me down onto the floor on my knees.

Brad smiled as he came over. I took both cocks and started jerking them, working each one into my mouth. Behind them mom dangled limp, her vacant expression looking at me as though approving of the snuff-whore I was about to become.

I excitedly slobbered all over those cocks. Then we ended up on the bed. They double teamed me really good, Brad enjoying my cunt while Stew fucked my ass really hard one last time. With mom’s corpse overseeing everything I had one hell of an O.

When we were done I got up and went over to her one last time. I caressed her all over before kissing her lips. “Bye, mom,” I murmured a little sadly. “You were great. I hope I hang well for everyone just like you did. I want you to be proud of me.”

“She is proud of you, Janelle,” Brad told me with a smile. “She is.” It gave me a warm feeling inside which helped while saying goodbye to her.

My brother cuffed my arms behind my back which got me excited all over again. Brad hung the robe over my shoulders. Then they walked me out of there in their robes with Stew in front and Brad bringing up the rear.
 
(ch 10 continued)

I could feel cum leaking out of both holes as I walked out. I felt all slutty and degraded… and I loved every moment of it. It even felt like mom’s eyes were on me from behind… like she was saying, “There goes my sexy snuff-whore daughter… off to hang like the whore she is.”

I’ll admit I experienced some nervousness as they walked me through the casino. I felt a little apprehension this was really going to happen. Then I remembered the last time I saw mom’s lifeless eyes before we left. It made me feel like she’d looked right at me and then ordered me to go hang for the whole damned club. As a result I experienced an amazing surge of arousal.

We were still a short distance from the Entertainment stage when Brad pulled the robe off my shoulders. “You won’t be needing this anymore, you whore… not where you’re going.” When he smiled at me I thought I was going to cum right then and there.

We reached the roulette wheel where that very same attendant was helping with a handful of gamblers. She smiled when she saw us. “Back again? How can I help you folks this time?”

“It’s time for us to hang this snuff-whore,” Stew told her as though taking charge and being my Master. “She’s ready for her final dance. She’s a whore and she deserves to hang.”

“Is that so?” she asked, looking at me with a wink and a smile.

I nodded excitedly before submissively bowing my head. Immediately there was an excited buzz among the gamblers at the roulette wheel. It gave me another erotic jolt like you wouldn’t believe, knowing they were going to witness my hanging.

“My friend and I would like to fuck her corpse on the stage after she’s dead,” Stew announced. “Would that be ok?”

He motioned at Brad as I gasped excitedly from another erotic jolt. It was such a turn-on the way they were treating me. My pussy was so wet I was dripping cum and arousal like crazy.

“Of course,” she replied with a smile. “You can do anything to her you like. Just let me know and I’ll assist you in any way I can.”

She made sure another attendant was there at the wheel to take over for her. That’s when that familiar red glow suddenly lit up the ceiling, giving me another erotic shudder. Gawd; this was really going to happen!

She took me by the arm and turned me toward the stage. “Snuff-whore is it?” she asked politely.

“Yes, ma’am,” I gasped excitedly as I felt another surge of arousal. “I’m a whore and I deserve to hang.”

“Very well. Come along, honey. Let’s get you all noosed up. I think everyone is going to enjoy your dance.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied submissively. I was trembling so bad she had to grab my arm to assist me.

“Hang well, sis!” Stew called out. “I’m really going to enjoy this!”

“You’d better,” I smiled back with a giggle. “I can only do this once!” My arousal felt like it was off the charts as I gasped and shuddered right there in orgasm.

I was on rubbery legs as she helped me up onto the stage. She walked me over to the control box where she punched in some numbers. I watched with excitement – and a little trepidation – as the noose came down for me.

She smiled at me as she asked, “So you hanged that woman earlier and now you want to ride it for yourself?”

“Oh yes, ma’am. Actually this has been a fantasy of mine for a long time. Besides, I just helped my brother hang my mom. So I kind of deserve this.”

“You hanged your mom, honey?”

“In a private snuff room. Her sensor popped. She took it bravely. It was so exciting and erotic that I hope I dance as well as she did. See those two guys standing down there? The one on the right is my brother, and the one next to him is… was… my mom’s boytoy. I want to hang for them and for everyone else here tonight.”

“Admirable,” she said with a smile. “Are you ready for the noose, honey?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” I was breathing so hard I was hyperventilating.

She brought it down and lovingly looped it around my neck. I inhaled sharply at the tingly sensation of the coil around my throat. “Like it, honey?”

“Gawd, it feels… it feels incredible!” I was panting for breath, my nipples so erect they actually hurt.

“So you’re a snuff-whore now?” she repeated with a pleasant chuckle. “Is that the way you want me to introduce you?”

“Oh yes, ma’am. I fucked my mother and my brother. I deserve to hang.”

“Well you certainly seem…” and she paused as she abruptly snugged the rope tight around my neck, causing me to gasp breathlessly… “…excited about it.”

“Oh yes, ma’am.” My knees almost buckled again.

“You seem to be having a hard time standing. Let me help you with that.”

She went over to the controls and pushed a button. I heard a hum as the slack was taken out of the rope. She stopped the moment it pulled me up off my heels. Now I didn’t have to worry about rubbery legs anymore.

I gasped as I shuddered hard again in orgasm. I was sweating up a storm, trembling like crazy. I hardly noticed the area filling up with customers as she came back over to me.

“Goodness, honey. Did you just cum?” I nodded as the rope tugged deliciously around my neck.

She caressed my boobs, fondling me until I whimpered and groaned. Then she looked down and fingered my pussy. “You’ve recently been fucked, haven’t you?” I nodded again, a knowing smile on my lips.

“Would you like another cum, honey?” Once more I nodded in reply.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a snuff-whore so willing,” she purred as she fingered me. “Oh, I’ve hanged a few willing bitches, mind you. But I don’t think I’ve ever hanged one so eager and as sexy as you are.” Her words sent an erotic tremor rippling through me.

She really fingered me until I clenched around her wriggling digits while moaning and whimpering. Then once more I shuddered hard in orgasm. She smiled as she breathed, “Gawd, honey! You just came again, didn’t you? You’re so fucking sexy… that is, if you don’t mind my saying so.”

I trembled with arousal as I shook my head. No, I didn’t mind at all. It was a real turn-on knowing she found me so sexy.

She brought her fingers up and let me lick them clean. “You can’t wait to hang; can you, honey?” I shook my head no despite the rising anxiety within me. My excitement was driving me wild.

“Who do you want to hold the remote used to hang you, honey?”

“My *gawk* my brother.”

She nodded in understanding. Then she tenderly kissed my lips. “You know, honey?” she purred. “I really think I’m going to enjoy your performance tonight.” Her words nearly set me off again.

I shuffled around on the balls of my feet, watching as she went over and retrieved the remote. Then she took it right to the front of the stage where she stopped to address the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen? Tonight the Club is proud and privileged to hang this snuff-whore for your viewing pleasure!” Then she gestured in my direction.

Everyone cheered loudly, and I felt another surge of erotic excitement. The place looked full, as though every gambler had come to watch me dance. I was going to cum again… probably the moment she hauled me up into the air. Then I saw him, and my heart sank.

Daddy came into the area, and I saw him head right over toward Brad and Stew. He had that woman with him I’d seen on his arm earlier. Damn; was he going to put a stop to all this??

I saw him walk up to Stew and Brad just as that attendant reached them. She started to hand the remote over to Stew, only for daddy to take it from her. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I suspected he was telling her he was my father.

Brad looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die. But daddy seemed to ignore him. He was talking to Stew, and I could only assume it was about me… and maybe about mother too.

Someone in the crowd started chanting, “Hang the whore – hang the whore – hang the whore!” Soon others picked up the chant. I felt conflicting emotions: excitement that everyone wanted to see me hang… and dread that daddy was down there trying to put a stop to it.

I writhed and wriggled, still noosed while standing on the balls of my feet. I could feel Stew and Brad’s cum leaking out of my holes and slithering down my legs. It made me feel all slutty and humiliated, adding to my excitement.

The chants got louder as Stew talked to daddy. I couldn’t hear what they were saying. But it didn’t look like they were mad or anything. Maybe they were talking about why I was up here. Or maybe they were talking about mom.

The chants got louder… “HANG THE WHORE – HANG THE WHORE – HANG THE WHORE!” I felt like I was on the verge of the biggest orgasm of my life. Then I watched incredulously as daddy smiled at me… and then pointed the remote right at me.

I heard a hum as my feet were pulled up off the floor to the cheers of all those spectators. The noose instantly tightened around my neck. That’s when it registered in my brain… “OHMYGAWD; DADDY JUST HANGED ME!”

It went off inside me like a boom of thunder. A moment later I was kicking and humping and thrusting my hips outward as a massive orgasm flushed hotly through my body. My own father had pushed the button that had resulted in my hanging.

I jerked and bucked, fighting that noose as I dry-humped the air in front of me. I swung back and forth as I twisted and hitched on the rope. I swear I went from one orgasm right into another.

I struggled to pull a decent breath of air into my chest as I looked at Stew and daddy. My brother had his hand inside his robe where it looked like he was masturbating furiously. Daddy looked like he was touching himself… until that girl opened his pants, reached inside and began stroking him.

Ohmygawd; that did it again! No sooner was I coming down off the high of my last orgasm when I went right into another one. I furiously thrust my hips outward as though I was trying to fuck daddy from across the room.

My pussy felt hot and swollen as I dripped my cums and all that cream I had inside me. I couldn’t get a decent breath of air down my lungs anymore. It intensified my orgasms as I thrust my hips outward, trying to air-fuck every cock in that room. And by the looks of some of the females I saw, they were enraptured by my dance as well.

I got a look at that attendant who was down off the stage. She was watching me with this huge smile on her face, touching her boobs while reaching down to rub her crotch. That sent another jolt of arousal flowing through me.

I hitched and jerked until the noose snugged even more around my throat. I got to the point where I could hardly breathe at all. That’s when I lost control of my body.

I went crazy as I humped and jerked in growing panic. I really began to fight my noose, my pussy hot and winking at everybody. My mind screamed from the agony I was in. And yet there was a part of me conscious enough to try air-fucking everyone out there watching me.

I saw daddy with that woman stroking his cock. He had this sad smile on his face as he watched me, as though he was resigned to me living out my fantasy. I humped and jerked in his direction, further tightening the rope around my throat.

I kicked and swung as I fought the noose just as hard as I could. I couldn’t get any air down my throat anymore. My heart hammered in my chest. My gawd; this was it!

Maybe it was because I wasn’t getting enough oxygen to my brain. But I thought I saw mom hovering above everybody like a ghostly image. She was naked and was furiously rubbing herself as she called out, “Go for it, honey. That’s the way my snuff-whore hangs. What a good girl.”

I gurgled as I tried to breathe and couldn’t. My hips violently thrust outward as though I could somehow fuck air into my lungs. I air-fucked Stewart and Brad and daddy and that sexy attendant… I air-fucked all of them. Then it’s as though I air-fucked the last of my energy right out of my body.

I hung limp as I gently swung back and forth. I heard a roaring in my ears, and I shivered as I tried to smile. One last flush of warmth flowed through my body. Then I was plunging into the abyss until I was aware of nothing at all.

© 2018 (written Feb 4 ’18 by riwa)
 
'Class' (I think, my Russian is not up to much....)

Mine's not either, Google translates класс as 'grade',
but I think that's rather translating British English into American :)
 
Oh my god riwa!

You didn't hold back on this one; that's for damn sure! Incest, necrophilia, guillotine, hanging, etc., etc. Could it be that anything you might have left out will show up in a future story? That should REALLY be something to look forward to, you graphic detail specialist!
 
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