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A Night to Remember (at the Snuff Club)

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Chastity motioned grandly at the woman standing with the others. The spectators started to cheer. Sarah’s eyes went wide in horror as she shook her head. Then she tried to bolt as she grunted anxiously.

Nadia and Felicity grabbed her by both arms. She was manhandled to the steps and up onto the stage. The poor thing twisted and struggled in pure terror.

“Don’t be shy, honey,” Mistress said loudly to her. She and Monique reached for her to take her from the attendants. “Let’s get you comfortable, shall we? Would you like to take a seat?”

Sarah cried out into her gag as the audience laughed. But she was no match for Mistress and Monique. They dragged her over to the chair.

Mistress called out to the crowd, “Naughty sluts get bigger probes, folks! This is one snuff slut who’s really gonna sizzle!”

There was more laughter as the two forced Sarah down onto the probes sticking up out of the seat of the chair. They were significantly larger than most probes I’d seen. The poor woman screamed into her gag as she was impaled in both holes.

“Let’s get you comfy,” Mistress told her cheerfully, still playing to the crowd.

She and Monique freed her bound arms. Then they strapped them down to the arms of the chair. Sarah struggled as best she could, but it was no use.

Her legs were cruelly spread. Then they were strapped to the front legs of the chair. Everyone could see her wet crotch.

Her head was pushed back and strapped tight. Now she wouldn’t bang her head against the back of the chair. Sarah’s muffled protests ranged from anger to pleading to rage to fear.

Monique finally spoke. “Let’s finish hooking you up, shall we?” Then she presented an electrode for one nipple.

Sarah’s eyes went wide. Then she cried out into her gag. Cries turned to muffled screams as my wife hooked up one nipple while Chastity hooked up the other.

“Now do her clit,” Mistress encouraged my wife. “Make it nice and tight. We don’t want the wire falling off.”

Sarah’s face went pale. I could tell she was trying to shake her head. Monique smiled at her and then went to work.

The ensuing muffled screams told me my wife had made sure it was tightly secured. When it was done Sarah panted heavily through her nose as her chest heaved. Drops of sweat broke out all over her naked, quivering flesh.

“You’re going to be our snuff-whore tonight,” Mistress told her coldly as Monique went to retrieve the remote from one of the attendants. “Anytime I’m in the mood to witness an orgasm, we’ll be focusing on you.”

Monique returned and handed the remote to Chastity. Mistress took it, turned to the audience and held it up. “Does anybody want to see the slut cum?”

There were eager cheers and applause. “So be it!” she announced. Then she turned and pointed it at Sarah.

“Come for us, snuff-whore!” Then she pushed a button as she and Monique stepped aside. They wanted to make sure they were not blocking the view of the spectators.


Sarah stiffened and then started screaming into her gag. Her body ground itself against the probes up her holes. She thrashed about in the chair as though covered with fire ants.

She desperately trying to shake off the electrodes to her nipples. It didn’t take long until her screams morphed into anguished cries. Her torso thrust as though she was violently fucking her probes.

Mistress turned it back down. Sarah slumped in the chair. She whimpered pitifully, her eyes full of tears.

“Very, VERY nice,” Chastity said to her with a cruel smile. “We’ll leave it on low for now. But we’ll be getting back to you shortly, my dear.”

Mistress pocketed the remote in her outfit. Then she turned toward the audience. Monique dutifully stood off to one side.

“Our next girl comes to us all the way from Philadelphia. She won an office contest to be here with her poker player. I guess she never realized she was serving as the biggest chip of all. Let that be a lesson to you out there, ladies.” There was good-natured laughter from the audience.

“I believe this young lady will be just as delicious as her name. What better way to prepare her to roast that to bring her up here to ride the spit for your snuffing pleasure. Ladies and gentlemen, riding the impalement cross I give you… SNUFF SLUT GINGER!”

Chastity motioned at the unfortunate girl. Nadia and Felicity stepped on either side of her. Then they duly escorted her to the steps to the stage.

Ginger looked numb with shock. She didn’t resist as she was helped up onto the stage. Mistress and Monique took it from there.

They took her by the arms and escorted her over to the impalement cross. I noticed Sarah giving the poor thing a look of horror as they walked past her. “I don’t…” Ginger stammered nervously. “I mean… it was just a contest! You’re not really gonna…!”

“Hush, my child,” Mistress said soothingly. “It’ll be all right.” Then she looked at her curiously.

“You’ve never been fucked in the ass before; have you, honey?”

“No, never!” she whimpered anxiously, shaking her head as if that could possibly save her.

“Then this will be a new experience for you, won’t it, baby!”

Mistress chuckled at her as they backed her up against the pieces of the cross. The spectators laughed as well. The fear I saw in her face was intoxicating.

She struggled, but only a little. It wasn’t enough to even slow down the process of strapping her to the cross. She whimpered anxiously in an attempt to be brave, trying hard not to cry.

The slats her arms and legs were strapped to were spread wide. It had the effect of lifting her off the ground. She hung spread-eagled on the wooden X, trembling nervously.

Ginger let out a cry of alarm. Then she started breathing hard. I think that was the moment she realized just how precarious her situation had become.


Monique activated the controls to the pole. It came up out of the floor with a quiet hum. As soon as it touched her, Ginger squirmed as she let out a squeal of fright.

“She seems a little uncomfortable,” Mistress observed loudly. Then she turned to my wife.

“Honey, would you be so kind as to make her feel better?”

Monique nodded with a smile. Then she knelt between Ginger’s spread legs. It wasn’t long before the poor thing was gasping and whimpering, writhing around on the wooden slats she was strapped to as my wife licked her out.

“I think we should have two sluts cum,” Mistress told the audience. “What do you folks think?”

There were cheers and cries of agreement from the spectators. Mistress pulled out her remote and pointed it at the chair. Almost immediately, Sarah started to writhe and moan as though her power had been increased.

Monique looked over at the chair. She understood what was happening to the woman over there. So she adjusted her actions accordingly.

As Sarah’s whimpers intensified, so did Ginger’s. Monique did an amazing job licking in sync to what the chair was doing to Sarah. It was as though my wife wanted to time them to pop off together.

It was arousing as hell watching Monique lick out that poor girl. Women were putty in the hands of my wife’s magnificent tongue. She certainly knew how to use it on both male and female.

It looked like it was a humiliating experience for Ginger. She writhed and squirmed helplessly in front of everyone watching. My wife just moaned lustfully as she kept on licking, thoroughly enjoying herself.

As Sarah’s cries in the chair intensified, I heard Ginger’s whimpers increase in pitch as she wriggled and squirmed. Mistress moaned softly as she watched her executrix lick out the helpless girl. I could see the arousal in Chastity’s body language. It was erotic as hell; my cock was throbbing in my trousers.

“Just let it go, honey,” I heard Mistress pant as she caressed Ginger’s breasts. The poor girl’s nipples were hard as pebbles.

Sarah went off with a muffled cry, her body tensing as she violently fucked those probes in her holes. At almost the same time, Ginger couldn’t take it anymore. She shuddered with mewling sounds as her torso humped my wife’s face.

Chastity gasped before letting out a satisfied sigh. Obviously she’d had a minor orgasm of her own. “That’s much better, don’t you think?” she panted with a big smile on her face.

She pointed the remote at the chair. Sarah seemed to relax, going back to moaning in quiet agony. Mistress pocketed the remote before stepping forward to address the spectators.


“Our snuff-slut here is just about ready, folks. I think she’s going to cook up nice and tender over an open fire. But I’m afraid I’ve gotten myself all hot and bothered watching our snuff sluts cum. That means I need some attention myself. And what better way to get my needs met than to have some delicious young woman lying on the bench over here so I can sit on her face and get myself off while the blade dangles above her?”

Mistress gestured at the guillotine with the red base. “That’s right, ladies and gentlemen. It’s time to introduce the third member of our special ‘snuff sweepstakes’ tonight. She’s a college freshman who just happened to choose the wrong night to get in line outside the building. She was sponsored by one of our poker players who promptly lost her to me. She’s cute as a button, but I’m looking forward to having her head decorate my private suite for many months to come. Ladies and gentlemen, riding the guillotine I give you… SNUFF SLUT BECKY!”

There was enthusiastic applause as Nadia and Felicity escorted Becky over to the steps. She shook her head as she tried to resist. They almost had to drag her over.

By the time she reached the top of the steps where Chastity and Monique were waiting for her, there were tears in her eyes. “Come along, honey,” Mistress cooed excitedly at her. “There’s no need for tears. It’s all in good fun. It’s nothing to lose your head over.”

Poor Becky was horrified. At the same time, there were chuckles from the audience. “Naughty,” Monique commented with a sly grin, shaking her head at Chastity. Mistress just smiled, as she was having way too much fun to take things seriously.

They placed the whimpering college freshman onto her back on the bench. Then they slid her forward, locking her head down in the lunette. They tied her arms to the front legs of the bench while strapping her naked body down.

The lunette was in the way. Becky couldn’t see Ginger or Sarah. But they could definitely see her naked, squirming form.

“Here’s how it’s going to work, honey,” Mistress told the poor girl, talking down to her exposed head. “These folks are anxious to see us snuff a sexy, young woman tonight. So we’re going to get started, ok?”

“First, we’re going to start the spit on our delicious young woman over there.” That’s when she motioned at Ginger. The young woman hanging on the impalement cross gasped in horror.

“While she’s being impaled, you’re going to get me off. It’s going to be so erotic watching her spitted live. But don’t you worry none. We’re going to have Monique lick your pussy. I want her to give you some pleasure so you can go out with a bang. How does that sound?”

Becky whimpered as she squirmed in the guillotine. That’s when Mistress leaned closer. “Here’s the best part sweetie. When the spit emerges out of her mouth? We’re dropping your blade – BANG!” Poor Becky jerked with a start, crying out in terror as Chastity chuckled at her.

“Don’t be frightened, honey. But here’s the really fun part. You won’t be able to see when the spit emerges. So you won’t know its time until we pull your lever. That should make the suspense that much more exciting; wouldn’t you agree?”

Becky whimpered as some of the spectators oohed and aahed. Mistress was thoroughly enjoying herself.

“You’ll be able to guess how close it is when you hear her start to gag and cough. The spit will make it hard for her to breathe. That’s when you’ll know you have very little time left.”

Becky whimpered again with fright. Her chest rose and fell as she panted like crazy. I could only imagine the horror going through her mind as Mistress vividly painted the scenario of her destruction.


“What do you think, folks?” Mistress called out to the crowd, whipping them up even more. “Ready for us to impale that one over there as we take this one’s head?”

There were eager cheers and cries of “DO IT – DO IT!” Mistress motioned for Monique to go over to the impalement cross to get things started. Ginger shook her head in fright while gasping, “No – DON’T!”

“Honey, this is going to be a little messy,” Mistress told Becky as she stood over the woman’s head. Then she parted her garments to reveal her dripping slit.

“My pussy’s quite wet. I’m incredibly horny; so aroused I can barely stand it. But you’re going to be a good girl and get me off, aren’t you?”

Her tone was ominous. Poor Becky whimpered in reply. Then Chastity took out the remote and aimed it at the chair.

“You too, snuff whore!” she called over as she triggered the remote. “You might as well join in on all the fun!”

Sarah gave out a muffled cry, her body stiffening. Monique activated the pole to the X cross. Ginger let out a scream as it pushed itself up into her anus.

Becky heard the distress of her fellow snuff sluts. That’s when she let out a cry of alarm. It was promptly muffled the moment Mistress squatted onto her face and started grinding her wet pussy against her mouth.

Monique came over to the bench of the guillotine. She knelt between the college freshman’s legs. Then she leaned forward and started to feast.

Becky let out a muffled cry of utter humiliation. She started to writhe, her grunts muffled by Chastity’s pussy covering her mouth. That’s when the audience began to raucously cheer the cruel, lewd display.

It was incredible watching all three sluts writhe and cry out up on stage. I wasn’t the only one turned on by what was happening though. Cocks were pulled out as several clients received blowjobs.

One customer went so far as to start fucking his female from behind as they both watched. There were gasps, cries and lustful moans. Chastity had indeed hit the trifecta with her three girls about to be snuffed up on the platform.

Ginger was in the most pain. She started crying out, “IT HURTS – MAKE IT STOP!” as the spit progressed through her insides. Her writhing body was arousing to watch.

I had an attendant come over to me, asking if I needed some relief. I waved her off, telling her, “Maybe later.” I wanted to save myself for Carmen and Sophia. I had a feeling Mistress was going to invite me to witness their suffering.

The attendant gave me a curious look. Then she shrugged before walking away. I think she was disappointed she was not making points with the co-owner of the club. I told myself I would wave her back and surrender to her charms if I became too aroused.

Chastity gasped with pleasure as she sat on poor Becky’s face. She had a clear view of Ginger’s suffering. She couldn’t help taunting the poor girl, “How’s that feel up your ass, honey? Is it everything you hoped it would be? Are you looking forward to roasting for us over an open fire?”

“Make it STOOOP!” the poor thing wailed, struggling against the straps that held her to the cross.


Sarah writhed in the chair as the power slowly increased. Becky wriggled and grunted, whimpering in the guillotine as my wife continued to work her snatch. I could tell the college freshman was approaching an orgasm of her own.

Mistress was getting close to detonation. She kept gasping, “Yes – yes – yes!” But her eyes never left Ginger as the spit make its way through the poor girl from Philadelphia.

There was a belch of sorts from Ginger. She cried out, “MY STOMACH – MY STOMACH!”

“Here that, honey?” Mistress told Becky. “Your special moment is drawing closer.” The college freshman squirmed as though terrified of what was soon to come.

The cheers had been silenced. The spectators around me were astonishingly quiet. Perhaps they wanted to hear the agonized cries coming from the stage.

There were excited grunts and whimpers. I thought I could hear the slurping sounds of nearby cocks being sucked. Comments around me were in hushed tones.

As Sarah’s muffled cries intensified, Ginger started to cough and convulse. It was as though she was trying to vomit the pole right out of her mouth. Her body writhed in agony, her eyes wide with pain as she tried to plead for someone to end her suffering.

“Getting closer, honey,” Mistress gasped excitedly at Becky.

The college freshman started thrashing about on the bench. It was as though she was trying to buck someone off. I heard Monique moan with excitement, her face buried in the woman’s crotch. Then Mistress tipped her head back and cried out as her orgasm shook her.

The spectators got louder, becoming more excited. Sarah let out a muffled scream, rocking side to side in the chair as her eyes rolled. Ginger’s suffering became more pronounced, as she started to choke in earnest.

Monique and Mistress never let up on poor Becky. Both of them continued their humiliating sexual assault on the poor girl. I nearly creamed my pants, and I began to regret my decision not to take advantage of that attendant’s offer.

“Almost time!” Chastity gasped breathlessly. “Honey, you have no idea how much you and your snuff sluts are getting me off. I think I’m gonna cum again! Get ready, baby; it’ll be any moment now!”

She wasn’t the only one. I could hear the sounds of eager sexual activity coming from the gathered spectators all around me. It was shamefully erotic.

Ginger jerked and convulsed as though it was the most painful thing she had ever endured. Her head tipped back until I saw the tip of the spit start to emerge from her open mouth. That’s when Chastity cried out, “Oh, FUCK!”

She tensed as though the orgasm she was having was profound. She cried out, “BYE – BYE, BABY! YOU’RE GONNA DIE WITH MY PUSSY IN YOUR FACE!” Then she reached up for the lever and pulled it.

Becky let out a muffled scream. I thought I saw something squirt into Monique’s face. One moment Becky’s face was buried in Chastity’s crotch. The next, the blade had come down.

Her head dropped away and bounced onto the floor. Blood flowed between Mistress’ parted legs. Becky’s body bucked in the straps as my wife kept her face mashed between the poor girl’s legs.


Chastity looked down in surprise as though noticing the head was no longer between her legs. She tracked it down and picked it up. She acted like she didn’t care about getting blood on her as she frantically jammed it hard into her crotch. Then she humped it like crazy as she let out a lustful cry.

The whole damned scene was surreal. For a moment I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Then I heard the roar of approval from the spectators.

Sarah thrashed about in the chair as though her body was on fire. Ginger gagged on the metal pole as it protruded out of her mouth. Mistress fucked herself with Becky’s head as my wife continued to lick the dying college freshman’s cunt.

Chastity finally gasped as she pulled the head away from her dripping snatch. She held it up by a handful of black hair. She gasped, “Damn, honey; you were great!” Then she showed it off to everyone as she used the remote to casually power down Sarah’s chair.

We all saw the mess of fluid dripping off the poor girl’s face. Her eyes were wide in shock, her mouth open in horror. It looked like she was still conscious.

Mistress excitedly rushed the head over to Ginger’s spasming body. “She’s dying, honey!” she gasped eagerly. “Get her off, baby; get her off!” Then she mashed Becky’s face against the blonde’s exposed cunt.

The Philly girl suddenly seemed to shudder as she grunted and gurgled. Blood leaked down around the pole up her ass. Her eyes blinked as she looked up at the spit sticking out of her mouth.

Her body shuddered again as she blinked once more. Then she seemed to relax with a gurgling sound, sagging tiredly on the cross. Mistress kept the severed head jammed against her crotch until urine dribbled out and coated her face.

Chastity looked up at Ginger and saw there was no activity other than a few stray muscles firing. She pulled the head away as she studied the impaled woman closely. “You gone, honey?” she gasped reverently, reaching out to tenderly caress a breast.

“I hope you went out with a bang, my pretty. I’m looking forward to getting you on to roast.” Then she lifted up Becky’s head, her face coated with fluids

Her expression sagged as eyes stared vacantly. The last thing the college freshman must have seen was the Philly girl’s dying cunt. “You gone too, baby?” Chastity observed with a smile.

She lifted the head up for all to see. “Two sluts down, folks!” she announced proudly. “That was absolutely fantastic!”

As the spectators cheered and applauded, she took the head over to show to Sarah. “What do you think, bitch?” she asked, displaying Becky’s skull as she cranked the juice up.

Sarah looked absolutely horrified. Then she screamed into her gag as her body thrashed about in the chair. She violently fucked those probes up her holes as though she had no choice in the matter.

Mistress powered the chair back down. Sarah sagged weakly, moaning softly. Monique walked up to Chastity a few moments later, her smile dripping from Becky’s last orgasm.

“Take this away for me, ok, baby?” Mistress told her, handing the head over. “Reunite her with her body while I get ready to snuff our next slut.”

Monique nodded and walked it back over. It was still dripping blood as she set it down on Becky’s chest. It faced toward her lifeless legs and the gallows beyond.

As Mistress composed herself, an attendant handed my wife a towel for her to wipe her face. When Mistress saw that Monique was ready, she turned to address the spectators. It was time to bring the last woman up on stage.

2010; 2019 (written Mar 21 ’10; ed. Dec 8 ‘19 by riwa)

Coming soon. chapter 4


A night to remember 4: Snuff slut Heather

“Ladies and gentlemen, now you’re in for a real treat!” Mistress Chastity announced grandly. “My last slut for you is sexy as hell. Her death promises to be quite a show!”

She paused for a moment as though looking around for a particular individual out in the audience. She smiled at someone in recognition. Then she continued…

“I see her husband is in attendance tonight. I know she wants to put on a good performance, not only to please him but to please all of you as well. When I told her how I was going to snuff her, she asked if she could dress properly for the occasion. Now that’s the kind of slut we can all get off on!”

Chastity paused dramatically to catch her breath as the crowd politely applauded. I was just as worked up as everyone else. But I was starting to wish I’d used that attendant’s services.

Heather appeared to be breathing heavily in anticipation of her presentation. Her nipples appeared to be quite hard. “Folks, this is one performance I’m really looking forward to,” Mistress explained eagerly. “I can tell just by looking at her: this slut wants to swing for you. Ladies and gentlemen, dancing on the gallows I give you… SNUFF SLUT HEATHER!”

Mistress gestured grandly as the Club broke out in wild applause. I watched as Nadia and Felicity made a move toward the woman. She lifted her arms up as though indicating she would do it on her own.

Heather was wobbly on her black, fuck-me heels. But she walked to the steps under her own power. The two attendants followed behind her at a respectful distance.

Mistress and Monique were there to meet her at the top of the steps. “There you are, honey,” Chastity said eagerly, reaching out to embrace her. “So nice of you to join us. You look absolutely scrumptious!”

Despite her apprehension, Heather appeared embarrassed at all the attention she was getting. “Just look at those legs!” Mistress gasped in delight as she reached down and caressed the fishnet-covered limbs. “Those are going to kick up so divinely. Baby, I can’t wait to get you up in the air. You look so sexy that it makes me want to touch you all over.”

Chastity couldn’t keep her hands off her. She and Monique carefully moved her into position below the dangling noose. The club co-owner almost seemed overcome with rapture.

“Gawd, honey; just look at you!” Mistress gasped, waving her hand in front of herself as though she was suffering from the vapors. “Just look at those nipples! Gawd; I could eat you up!”

Chastity immediately latched onto the nearest one. She began sucking quietly, moaning like a bitch in heat. Monique looked like she was just as affected.

She ran her hands all over the quivering woman’s flesh. The executrix smiled as she cooed softly at her. Heather closed her eyes and breathed heavily, the results of her arousal dripping from her wet slit.

“Look at this, Mistress,” my wife observed as she slipped a couple of fingers inside. Heather moaned as her legs instinctively came together. When Monique pulled them out, Chastity parted her lips, allowing my wife to slip her fingers into the co-owner’s hungry mouth.

“Pure ambrosia,” Mistress purred. “Gawd, honey; you’ve got me all worked up! Can you imagine how excited your husband must be? Do you realize how many men out there want you at this very moment?”

The comment seemed to embarrass Heather even more despite the knowledge she was about to hang. She actually blushed. “Honey, we want those gorgeous tits of yours to stick out,” Chastity explained to her. “So we’re going to tie your arms behind your back good and hard now. There’s nothing like a helpless female waiting for the noose that really gets my blood boiling.”


My wife roughly pulled Heather’s arms behind her back. Mistress continued caressing the trembling woman’s naked flesh. She paused now and then to give her lingering kisses.

It was as though she was seducing her for the noose. The poor thing whimpered helplessly. Heather appeared extremely nervous. But she didn’t cry out or beg or anything.

Mistress picked up on it rather quickly. She beamed with pride. “I’m so impressed with you!” she gushed. “You’re not protesting or struggling or anything. You’re really going to give us a great show, aren’t you!”

Heather gulped anxiously. She exhaled nervously as though she’d been holding her breath. But once more she didn’t respond.

With a strong tug, Monique strapped her arms behind her back, crisscrossing them wrist to elbow. Heather let out a painful cry, only to have Mistress hungrily envelop her lips. Heather let out a moan as she was kissed hard.

“I love it when it hurts you, baby,” Chastity gasped when she came up for air. “So innocent - so helpless. Yet I can see it in your eyes. You really want this; don’t you, honey!”

Heather’s eyes flashed in alarm. Mistress reached up and pulled down the noose. Heather gasped and whimpered the moment she draped the coil over the trembling woman’s chest.

“Do you like the feel of the rope?” Mistress chuckled as though toying with her. “Would you like to feel it around your neck? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Heather gasped and moaned. It looked like she was having a little trouble staying on her feet. That’s when Chastity seductively dragged the noose back and forth over Heather’s erect nipples.

Monique finished with her arms. Then my wife bent down near one of the supports. She produced a black butt-plug that had been left there out of sight.

Mistress smiled and nodded at her. “Well done, my pretty. We can’t have the slut soiling my stage now, can we? Let her see it!”

Monique brought it around and waved it in front of Heather. It was rather impressive in size. The poor thing gasped in alarm. It must have been quite humiliating knowing she was going to be plugged like a common criminal to keep from soiling herself.

“Stick it in, my dear,” Mistress told my wife. “Don’t be none to gentle either. It’s all a part of our noose slut’s experience… part of her humiliation. We wouldn’t want her to miss out on any of it now, would we?” Monique smiled as though she was looking forward to it.

My wife stepped behind her. We all heard Heather gasp. She stiffened and winced, whimpering in pain and embarrassment. Then her eyes snapped open.

She let out a cry as Monique brutally shoved it home. Heather moaned and whimpered. Now she truly looked humiliated as she stood there shaking like a leaf.

Mistress chuckled at her before she went back to lovingly molesting her. “Baby; I love your pain. Now I’m looking forward to the noose giving you such exquisite agony.”

Heather trembled like crazy. Chastity and Monique caressed her naked, shivering body all over. They cooed seductively at her as they worked at breaking down any remaining barriers.


Heather winced as she squirmed uncomfortably. “That plug hurts, baby?” Mistress asked softly. “But it’s supposed to hurt. It’s going to hurt even more when that noose closes off your windpipe. But I think you really want that sweet asphyxiation, don’t you?”

Heather’s voice was low. But one of our directional microphones picked up every syllable. It was arousing as hell to hear her whisper, “Yes. Gawd, yes; I think I want it.”

Mistress gasped excitedly at having such an exquisite slut to hang. “You had no idea how hot it makes me to hear you say that. You really want to hang for me; don’t you, honey? You want to hang for your husband and for all these nice people out there watching, don’t you!”

Mistress ran a hand down past Heather’s black garter. She lovingly rubbed it back and forth over the woman’s wet slit. Heather moaned softly, whimpering and wincing as though she had to pee again.

Chastity milked it for all it was worth. “Tell me you want me to put this rope around your neck. Tell me how badly you want to feel it around your throat.”

The spectators remained quiet, although a few were murmuring softly. It was as though they all wanted to hear every word of this incredible dialogue coming from up on stage. Every eye was upon the scene taking place at the gallows.

Mistress and my wife fondled and caressed the trembling woman. Heather appeared to weaken for a moment. The two women quickly grabbed her to help hold her up.

“Yes” came the soft, trembling voice through the speaker system, sounding as though she couldn’t help herself. It was almost like she was in a trance or something. “…please… around my neck…”

“You want it, don’t you,” Mistress breathed seductively, nudging her toward the edge of the precipice.

“Yes… please…”

For a minute I thought Chastity was going to orgasm. She had to take a deep breath to calm herself from her highly aroused state.

She slowly and deliberately draped the noose around the trembling woman’s neck. Heather inhaled sharply at feeling the deadly coil caress her skin. Then the poor thing moaned softly

At that point I really had to wonder. Had she and her husband engaged in several previous discussions on the topic of her swinging from a noose for his benefit? She never once protested, nor did she beg for her life.

She seemed to be responding as though the idea of hanging had a certain erotic appeal to her. It was certainly leaving her breathless as hell. I could actually see her slit glistening from her arousal.

Both women were all over her with their hands. Yet they left enough of a frontal view so we could all see what was happening. They pawed her and cooed at her, rubbing her wet slit and leaving the poor thing weak and helpless.

Mistress kept talking to her as though taunting her. “Does that feel good, honey? Do you like feeling that around your neck?”

“Yes… gawd, yes…”

“You’re excited, baby; you’re trembling like a leaf. You like this, don’t you? Would you like it a little tighter?”

“Yes… tighter… oh gawd…”

“Are you sure?” Mistress seemed to be teasing and seducing her at the same time.

“Tighter… please… oh gawd…”

Chastity took hold of the rope. She abruptly pulled it tight around Heather’s neck. The poor thing gasped.

She suddenly started writhing as though she had to pee. She mewled and was left gasping to get her breath back. Sarah was totally ignored, left to writhe quietly in her chair with a low dose of current, her eyes wide at what she was witnessing. Hell, we’d all but forgotten about her!


“You want to hang for us; don’t you, baby?” Chastity was filled with breathless excitement. Heather whimpered, nodding her head as though it was so hard for her to actually admit it.

“Tell me!” Mistress pressed cruelly. “Tell me you want to hang. Tell me you want to strangle to death for me and for your husband.”

“Yes.” A tremor in her voice… tears in her eyes…

“Tell me you want me to take the slack out of the rope…”

“Yes.” Soft… breathless… aroused… embarrassed… appearing unable to resist…

“Tell me!” Cruel… eager… wanting the woman to beg for it…

“Tighter… take the slack out… hang me…” Embarrassed… humiliated… yet a voice filled with longing…

Heather’s breasts were swollen, her nipples hard and pointed. Her labia were fully engorged; her slit dripping copiously. There wasn’t a man watching who didn’t want to take her right then and ravage her. No doubt there were quite a few women who felt the same way.

Mistress reached over toward the controls. With a quiet hum, the slack was taken out of the rope. Chastity stopped just before it started to pull the young woman up onto her toes.

There was enough tension in the noose for Heather to notice. She gasped anxiously, appearing to focus on someone in the audience. I glanced over to see her husband staring back in wide-eyed excitement as an attendant on her knees slowly worked his exposed cock.

“You want to hang for him; don’t you, baby.”

“Yes…” There was a tremor in her voice as her body shook with nervous excitement...

“You want me to hang you, don’t you?”


“Do you know how hot it’s going to make me watching you strangle to death in the noose, honey?”

“Oh gawd…”

“Would you like it tighter?”

“Oh gawd… I… I can’t…”

“Would you?”

“Yes… gawd yes…”


There was a quiet hum. Heather gawked as the noose tightened. This time it pulled her up until her heels shuffled to help keep her balance.

She appeared to start writhing again. It looked as though she had to pee once more. She coughed and gurgled as tears welled up in her eyes.

Mistress lustfully rubbed the woman’s dripping slit. It caused the poor girl to wriggle in response. Chastity brought her wet fingers to her mouth, savoring the flavor.

“Honey; you taste divine. I wonder how you will taste after death.” The response she got was a low moan.

“You really want to hang, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes… gawd I shouldn’t… I can’t… I…”

“Tell me.”

“Gawd, I… I…”

Mistress was as cruel as she was seductive. Obviously she wanted to hear it from Heather’s lips. Actually I think we all did as it was terribly arousing. Where the hell was that damned attendant??

“Tell me, honey. Tell me you want me to hang you. Tell me you want me to snuff you right here and now.”

Heather could take it no longer. “Hang me,” she croaked, tears in her eyes. “Please… oh gawd… I can’t stand it…”

“You really want this, don’t you, honey?”


“You need this, don’t you?”

“I… I… gawd, yes…”

“Tell me again.”

“Please… don’t make me… say it again…”

“Tell me, honey…”

“Gawd, I… I…”

“Go ahead and tell me again, honey. It’s all right. We love hearing you say it…”

“Gawd! I want… I want you to… hang me… please…snuff me now…”

Mistress rubbed her slit harder. “You need it; don’t you, baby?”

“N-need it… p-please… ohgawd…”

“Need what, baby?

“Hang me… please… need it…” Heather seemed to be on the verge of a massive orgasm.

“More tension, baby?” Mistress breathed at her. Then she reached over and activated the controls.


Heather was pulled up a little more until she was balancing on her toes. She gawked as she almost orgasmed. Her heels shifted in an instinctive effort to ease the tension around her neck.

Monique was quiet the entire time, allowing Mistress to take control. But she continued to lovingly caress Heather’s naked flesh. Mistress just kept torturing her with her words…

“How’s that, baby? You like that?”

“Gawd……. more….. want….. to cum……” Heather gasped with delicious choking sounds.

I heard quiet gasps coming from all around me. It felt like the tension was building in the entire room. It was a tension only Heather’s hanging could release.

If anything her nipples seemed even harder. I saw trickles of her fluids glisten as they slithered down her fishnet-covered legs. “You really want to hang for me, baby?” Mistress cooed naughtily.

“Yes…” It was a voice half choked, yet full of desire…

“You want to hang for your husband?”

“Yes… want to… hang for…”

“You want to hang for all these lovely people out there?” Chastity motioned in the direction of the spectators. Heather glurked as she tried to nod…

“Look at them, honey,” Mistress instructed, motioning to the breathless spectators. “See them all lusting after you? Right now every man wants to fuck you. See the look in your husband’s eyes? He wants you to hang, honey. He wants you to suffer like never before. See all those women out there? Do you know how many want to taste the pearls of your dripping arousal right now? Do you know how many of them wish they were in your heels, if only for one painful moment? Honey, you’ve got the best seat in the house!”

Heather rasped and gurgled. She shuffled on her heels, her breasts jutting out proudly. Her erect nipples displayed her great arousal.

“Say the word,” Mistress told her softly. “Tell me what you want; tell me what you need. Tell me, and I’ll send you off to ecstasy; ok, baby? Just say the word and it’s done.”

Chastity’s hand strayed toward the controls. She could hardly stand the suspense. Heather rasped as she tried to catch her breath.

It was deathly quiet. The directional microphones were no longer needed. Everyone could hear the drama as they waited all quiet and breathless.

Would Heather do it? Would she say the words that would condemn her to death by strangulation?

Heather locked eyes on someone in the audience. I was pretty sure it was her husband. She kept them there as she choked out the words in her state of partial asphyxiation…

“Hang me…… please……. I want..… to hang…… I…… I need it….. please….. hang me!”

“Your wish is my pleasure, baby.”

Mistress and Monique both stepped aside. Chastity activated the controls. Heather was abruptly lifted up into the air until her toes wriggled a couple of feet above the floor of the gallows.


Her eyes opened wide in shock at the increased tension around her neck. She began thrusting with her torso as though trying to fuck the air in front of her. Fluid sprayed out of her crotch as she grunted, her naked body twisting and gyrating.

“Gawd; she’s cumming!” Mistress gasped as her hand plunged down to her crotch. I was pretty sure Monique was doing the exact same thing.

Heather’s pussy lips flared as her legs started to kick. Her torso thrust out even harder as she jerked herself in the noose. Her naked body swung back and forth, twisting erotically.

Her bound arms jerked frantically behind her back as though trying to free herself. It made her breasts jut out even more. Chastity’s words proved accurate; I really did want to fuck the hell out of the hanging slut!

Heather’s knees came together as she did something of a bunny hop. It seemed to set the noose even tighter around her neck. Her fishnet-covered legs exploded every which way as she fought the rope.

By now I suspected she was having second thoughts. Her face went crimson as her brain began to starve for blood and oxygen. But there was no way in hell Mistress was going to let her back down, certainly not at this stage of the game.

She swung wildly as her body twisted. Droplets of her arousal fell everywhere underneath her. Then she began humping the air again.

Mistress let out a cry of “Oh, FUCK; THAT’S HOT!” Then she went off in a violent orgasm, furiously jamming her hand into her sloppy cunt. My wife was not that far behind her.

All around me I heard gasps and grunts. Some people were writhing while others grabbed sexual body parts. It was an incredible orgy of unbridled bloodlust.

Heather’s gyrations lessened, although her knees jerked upward a couple of times. That only succeeded in further tightening the noose. Then she stopped struggling.

Her body twisted and swayed back and forth, sweat glistening off her naked flesh. Her face began to turn a nasty shade of bluish purple. I could see her chest heave from her attempts to get air down into her lungs.

There were the faintest of rasps as though she was getting no more than a wisp of air down her throat. She jerked and twitched until her knees came up one more time. They kicked together, bouncing her in the noose in a futile attempt to loosen the coil around her throat.

Once more she hung limp. Her eyes reflected the pain of her strangulation as she swayed back and forth. Then her legs exploded one last time, kicking all around with no discernible purpose.

They went still after a short time until she shuddered as she hung limp. Scattered muscles twitched from various nerve impulses. Signals from her brain were no longer getting through.

There was an internal gurgling sound as the directional microphone picked up the death rattle within her. Her legs spasmed briefly as though wanting to kick and then having second thoughts about it. Then her body hung limp and lifeless, swaying softly as it gently twisted in place.

Somehow her heels remained in place throughout all that dancing. It was probably for the best because the floor was wet underneath her from her dripping cunt. The only thing left was for her to piss herself.

As if on cue, I saw a stream of urine run down her fishnet-covered legs. It splattered in a puddle onto the floor below her dangling feet. “GAWD!” Mistress breathed.

She shuddered hard, experiencing another orgasm. Monique just stared in reverent awe. The spectators around me remained absolutely silent, totally caught up in what was happening up on the stage.


Mistress finally stopped Heather’s swaying body. She lovingly caressed her naked, sweat-dripping form. “Honey; that was fantastic!” she gasped lovingly. “I hope that last one sent you out in a blaze of glory. It sure as hell set me off!”

Monique said nothing. She just continued to stare wondrously as though totally enraptured. I could tell the execution had profoundly affected her.

The sound of Sarah’s moans and whimpers interrupted Chastity’s reverie. She turned to look at her. “We seem to have forgot about you, honey,” she said with a snicker. “You really didn’t think I would, did you?”

Sarah grunted, pleading with her eyes. Mistress turned toward the audience and gestured grandly. “Who’d like to watch me fry the whore?”

For a moment nobody spoke. But I could hear murmurs of agreement all around me. I think everyone desperately needed an outlet from the incredible hanging they’d all just witnessed.

“Fry the whore,” someone murmured, loud enough to be heard. Then it came from another source and then another. Soon I heard a quiet chant of “Fry the whore – fry the whore!” It got louder as more voices joined in.

Mistress turned to look back at Sarah whose eyes had widened in utter horror. She tried to shake her head “No – don’t!”

Chastity teasingly fingered a button. Then Mistress turned back toward the audience. She could not help smiling with wicked amusement.

The chant grew louder… “Fry the whore – fry the whore!” Chastity turned back toward Sarah. She pointed the remote at her, fingering the button again.

Sarah’s eyes got even bigger. She cried out into her gag for Mistress not to do it. But the chant from the audience was getting louder until everyone around me was crying out “FRY THE WHORE – FRY THE WHORE!”

Mistress turned back toward them. I saw a look of extreme cruelty flash in her eyes. Then she turned back toward Sarah, pointing the remote at her.

“THEY WANT YOU DEAD!” she hollered loudly in order to be heard above the chant. “I WANT YOU DEAD TOO, YOU MISERABLE SLUT! SO DIE FOR ME, YOU FUCKING WHORE!” Then she activated the remote.

Sarah screamed into her gag as her body jerked from a massive jolt of current. Her whole body writhed as though she was on fire. She violently ground against the probes impaled inside her as though her muscles had a mind of their own.

There was the sound of crackling electricity. I saw blue arcs dance between Sarah’s tits. The seat of her chair flared a blue fire.

Another muffled scream was torn out of her lungs. It was a good thing her head was strapped down. Otherwise she might have given herself a bad case of whiplash.


The smell of burning flesh filled the air. Smoke drifted up from her crotch and nipples. Sarah’s eyes were open wide in pure horror as though she was staring into the eyes of some vengeful spirit.

Her muffled cries were abruptly cut off as though her vocal chords had been cut. Her body convulsed as a spray of urine spewed off her seat. Electricity crackled until Mistress finally hit a button on the remote again.

Sarah’s body appeared to collapse into the chair. Her horrified eyes stared vacantly. A tendril of smoke came up from her fried cunt.

A cheer erupted from the audience, immediately followed by wild applause. Our customers roared their approval, cheering and laughing and letting go as though it had all been bottled up for far too long. Mistress blushed at the ovation.

She took Monique’s hand. The two of them bowed low in gratitude to the gathered spectators. They were the most popular bitches in the entire facility.

The cheering finally died down. But excited conversation continued to buzz all around me. People started to depart, still talking about what an incredible performance they had just witnessed.

I knew our sex rooms were going to be doing a brisk business in short order. Several clients paused long enough to shake hands with me. They personally thank me as they passed by, even though I had virtually nothing to do with what had happened up on stage.

I caught sight of Carmen and Sophia and saw the shocked looks on their faces. No doubt they knew what they were in for, now that they had witnessed Chastity at her finest. Nadia and Felicity kept them rounded up so they couldn’t run off anywhere.

I had come damned close to creaming my trousers. I decided never again. I needed to fuck someone soon.

I looked expectantly at Mistress while nodding toward Carmen and Sophia. She must have read my mind because she smiled and nodded at me. ‘Good,’ I thought happily. ‘Soon I’ll be taken care of.’

The room was just about empty when Chastity and Monique descended from the stage. “Well, ladies,” she smiled wickedly at the remaining two while eagerly rubbing her hands together. “I think it’s time we adjourn to a more private venue so we can thoroughly enjoy ourselves. What do you think?”

Neither one got the chance to speak, because at that moment attendants Nicole and Tia walked up. Tia had been working for us for several months now. She had been the one who’d gone off with the poker player nicknamed Manhattan after he’d lost his stake in the poker game.

The expression on her face indicated something was amiss. I wondered if he’d become a problem in one of the sex rooms. Chastity saw her expression and was suddenly all business.

“Is something the matter, honey?”

With tears in her eyes, Tia silently lifted up her attendant’s tunic. That act was explanation enough. But it confirmed her pregnancy sensor had popped and was glowing ominously.

“Oh my,” Chastity observed with dismay. “That is most unfortunate.” Then she smiled, her eyes twinkling with lustful excitement as she added, “I think we can fit another execution into my schedule this evening.”

She smiled as though she would certainly enjoy watching Tia die. Then she asked, “So tell me, my dear girl. How would you like to be snuffed?”

The attendant looked right at me and in a trembling voice said, “Mr. Rick. I want Mr. Rick to do it.”

2010; 2020 (written Mar 23 ’10; ed. Jan 10 ‘20 by riwa)

Coming soon. Chapter 5 - Tia's story


A night to remember 5: Tia’s story

I have a bad feeling about tonight…

Monique called me into a card game Mistress Chastity is a part of. But I’m not serving any drinks. I’m just loitering around along with a few other attendants, looking sexy while offering to play gopher should anyone in here need anything. But I suspect that’s not the real reason I’ve been brought in here.

I know Monique. And I can tell by the way the guys are leering at us that she has something else in mind. I think she’s showing me off to the poker players along with the other attendants in case the guys happen to lose their females. If that happens, I’m certain she intends to use us to comp the losers. It means I could quite possibly get snuffed tonight.

You see, I have this massive crush on her husband Mr. Rick the co-owner. But I suspect a lot of attendants do. She’s caught me flirting with her husband on more than one occasion.

I suspect she would love to have me snuffed one day. But you know? I think that’s the one man I might actually risk my pregnancy sensor on. He’s the one man I might risk allowing to snuff me, if only for the chance to fuck him.

I love my husband Stewart. But I’ve often thought about what it would be like to spend just one night with Mr. Rick. I swear, sometimes I think I’d like to let him use and abuse me for his personal pleasure. I’ve even fantasized about allowing him to snuff me. I just might be willing to die so long as it meant he would remember me for a long time to come.

Thinking about my future with Stewart always brings my head back down out of the clouds. I’m not suicidal, you know. Despite my infatuation with him, I try to steer clear of Mr. Rick and his wife as much as I can.

It’s a temptation, of course. But it’s one I’ve been able to handle thus far. But now, being in this room, I can’t help but wonder if Monique has plans to see if one of these card players might be interested in snuffing me before the night is over.


Tonight’s definitely not a very good night for me. Stewart and I are trying to get pregnant. That makes things tricky because I work here at the club. I can’t get pregnant in here or I’m so fucking dead!

I’ve been extra careful, trying to take lighter duties. All I can do is hope I don’t end up in a sex room during my fertile period. I didn’t know about this card game until I was called in. Now I have a very bad feeling about all this, especially with Monique serving as dealer.

This guy from Manhattan makes me nervous. He keeps undressing me with his eyes. It gives me the shivers.

The woman he brought along seems like a stone cold bitch. I get the feeling he’d love nothing better than to discard her, just so he can get me alone and rape my fertile cunt. Gawd; that might pop my sensor for sure!

He’s low on chips, and I’m really worried. He’s looked at me hungrily on more than one occasion. I know it’s not escaped Monique’s notice. If he loses I’m afraid she’s going to give me to him for the rest of my shift just to make up for his losing at the card game.

The woman he’s with really looks worried now. She has every right to be. She doesn’t know Mistress like I do. If she wins tonight I won’t be a bit surprised if she snuffs all of her “winnings” before the night is over.

But that’s not what troubles me. If I end up being used to comp one of them with sex, and my sensor pops? Unless I’m privately snuffed they’ll have one more joining them up on stage.

The thought is rather frightening. But it’s also erotic in its own damned way. It gives me the shivers something fierce. Gawd; what if that bitch Monique really wants me dead tonight??


The door opens and Mr. Rick enters. My breath catches in my throat. I find myself secretly hoping he’ll call me out of here to take me away to a private room.

I think I would risk getting pregnant if he asked for me. But I’m pretty sure that’s not going to happen tonight. So I nervously watch the game while trying to keep my attendant’s smile plastered onto my face.

I’m drawn back to the game. That’s when I see Manhattan being challenged on this one particular hand. The woman he brought along is not happy with his card playing.

It’s obvious he’s going to be the first one out. I’m not surprised when he finally pushes all his chips in. Naturally he loses them all.

His bitch cries out in dismay. That’s when I learn she’s somebody else’s wife. He met her over the Internet.

Mistress has already indicated she’d like to see her fry. I strongly suspect this one will end up sitting on stage in the electric chair before the night is over. The stupid fool!

What the hell was she thinking, tagging along with this guy and coming to a Club that snuffs women? Gawd; she’s such a stupid bimbo! She deserves what’s coming to her.

Monique offers to whore her out to earn him back some of his dough before he leaves. He finds that acceptable. Her protests are in vain as she’s ruthlessly hauled away.

I’m betting she’s in for one hell of a gangbang. I don’t envy her one bit... well, maybe just a little. Then Monique motions for me to come forward.

I feel a lump in my throat as a feeling of dread fills my soul. “Tia, please see that Mr. Manhattan here is taken care of.” I know exactly what she means by that.

My pleasant smile freezes on my face as my stomach churns. “Why thank you, ma’am!” he tells Monique with a happy nod. I see a dangerous glint in his eye.

My duties are clear; I know what I must do. I have to surrender to him in any way he sees fit. If he wants to use me without protection - if he wants to snuff me - then there’s nothing I can do about it.

I look briefly at Mistress. She gives me a look that indicates I must obey. I feel a shiver of horror.

At the same time I experience a disturbing arousal. I fight to keep that submissive smile plastered onto my face. Then I slip my arm through his and willingly escort him out the door as my heart pounds in my chest.

It takes everything I have to force the words out of my mouth. “So how can I serve you, sir?”

“You know what I want,” he growls at me.

Despite my fear, I feel my cunt moisten. This could be deadly. So why does the thought of risky sex make me so fucking horny??

“I know just the place,” I smile coyly. Despite the wild beating of my heart, I take him to one of the sex rooms. I deliberately avoid taking us into a snuff room. But that still might not save me.

We’re barely inside the door when he slams me against a wall. “Slut!” he growls dangerously, his hand wrapping around my throat. “Prancing all around in that room… getting me all worked up. I don’t know whether to blame you or that cold bitch I brought with me. I think in the end I’m going to have much more fun with you.”

My mind screams, “Gawd – not the throat!” It’s as though he can read my mind. Then he mercifully lets me go.

The damage is done. My weakness is my neck, specifically being choked out during sex. It feels as though a dangerous fire has been lit inside me.


I tremble as I fall to my knees. I quickly undo his pants, freeing his hardening fuck-stick. It’s impressive in size.

I begin to lick and suck, shivering uncontrollably as I worship his swollen member. But it’s not enough for him. He grabs the back of my head and jams it down my throat.

“Swallow it, whore!” he demands. I gurgle as it goes past the back of my throat.

I’m dealing with an animal. It has me both aroused and terrified. Rick is dangerous, even deadly in his own way. But an animal is unpredictable. You never know what you’re going to get or what they’ll do to you.

In an instant his cock blocks my windpipe until I can’t breathe. I end up choking again. It fills me with a terrible fire of longing.

When he pulls out of my mouth I feel a warmth blossom within me. It’s a dangerous warmth as my willpower starts to evaporate. This is going to go too far. I’m going to lose myself; I just know it!

“Take it, bitch!” he tells me. Then he starts shoving his cock hard into my mouth. He grasps the back of my head, forcing it deep down my throat.

I grunt submissively as fear and arousal increase exponentially. “Oh, you’re a good whore!” he tells me. “You and I are going to have a lot of fun!”

He fucks my face for several minutes, squeezing my neck and making me so fucking wet. I moan lustfully, trying to get him off quickly. But I also moan because I simply can’t help myself.

It’s one of the reasons I took this job. It’s a hell of a risk when I’m fertile and not using protection. But I must confess to having some incredible sex here at the Club because of it.

His cock finally explodes in my mouth. I taste the salty tang of his seed. It’s all I can do to keep from orgasming.

I do my best to swallow it down. But there’s so much of it that it leaks out around the corners of my mouth. “Clean my cock, whore!” he growls. “Clean it good, and we’ll go again.”

I work my tongue around his shaft, making him nice and clean. Then I rise up, kissing my way up his chest. It’s time to offer him an alternative that hopefully will keep me alive for the rest of the evening. Tonight I simply cannot risk unprotected, vaginal sex.

“Fuck my ass,” I tell him submissively. “It hurts me. But I like it when it hurts.”

It’s true; I like it rough at times. It’s not something I was expecting to give a customer tonight. But it’s a hell of a lot better than having his damned seed popping my sensor.

His hand lashes out, and he grabs my throat. He snarls, “I’ll fuck any damned hole I want, bitch! Don’t pull none of that condom crap on me! I’m riding you bareback like the fucking whore you are! So you’d better get used to it! And if your sensor pops? Well, that’s not my fucking problem, is it?”

He squeezes my throat harder. I shudder in his grasp. My mind screams again... GAWD; NOT THE THROAT!

My willpower is almost gone. I’m so fucking wet! If he does that again, I’m liable to lose control and ask him to squeeze even harder.
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