Summary: This story includes descriptions of a woman being strangled
by her lover while he has sex with her.
Interactive, (semi-)consensual.
"All right, you caught me," she admitted. "I'm a double agent. I've been feeding you whatever mix of truth and lies the Foreign Office wanted you to have, and telling them what lines of inquiry to pursue."
After a pause, she went on, "So, what happens now?"
"It...depends... on what my superior wants me to do."
She smiled coldly. "The ambassador has all double agents terminated. Always." She looked right at me. "She'll expect YOU to terminate me."
I let what she said sink in, and did realize it. I looked at her, recalling the good times and why I had turned what was supposed to be a purely business relationship into a personal one. Her body was nearly perfect. Her legs were long and tapered, her waist trim without the excessive anorexic look that was fashionable. I remembered her conical breasts, even though her gown concealed them at the moment. Her hair was a golden blonde, and her cherubic face had remained young through the eleven years we'd been working together. I'd always been excited by the way her blue eyes looked at me.
"You're right. She'll leave it up to me." I grinned evilly.
She grinned back. "I've been MORE than a contact for you. If I'm going to die by your hands, could I beg a last favor? Could I suggest the method? It's up to you, I know; I'm in your hands.... Please?"
I wasn't sure I wanted to let her take control of the situation, but she'd always been more adventurous than me, and I'd always enjoyed the results. Maybe this would work out to my advantage too.
"Tell me what you have in mind, and I'll think about it," I growled.
She paused, and licked her lips, then started explaining her idea.
"I've often heard that men have an orgasm when they're hanged."
"I've heard that too."
"I've seen double agents from your side caught and hanged, and the way they writhed on the noose made me tend to believe it."
I found the images conjured up by this both disturbing and, somehow, exciting.
"I wonder if a woman can also experience this."
I looked interested. "I suppose she can."
"And do you suppose it would work for a woman if she were strangled instead of hanged?"
"Well... maybe..."
She seemed to have trouble talking for a moment, as if her mouth had gone dry. She drank from the glass of wine in front of her and continued, "What if she were having sex at the same time?"
"I would guess so," I said, "You want to try that?
"Yes. If I have to die, I'd prefer that to anything else."
She sat at the foot of the bed a few moments then slowly lay back. "You cared for me, maybe even loved me and I was deceiving you. I bet now you'd like to kill me... slowly... like that."
"Yes," I said, breathing a little heavily, "with the velour belt from my bathrobe. Remember the time we played with that? It'll feel nice... smooth and soft going around your neck; but once I start really pulling on it it won't feel so soft."
Now she was breathing hard. "Oh... If you do it slowly, you'd have time to fuck me while I die. You could pull gently on the belt and I'd struggle for air while you enjoyed me. Then you'd pull a little harder and make me really feel it. Then when you're almost ready to come you'd pull really hard and cut off my breathing, and soon my heart would be racing, and my eyes would start to dim..."
"Yes. You'll know you're dying, but not be able to do anything to save yourself. You'll feel me moving inside you as you're dying."
She was panting. "You'd enjoy my death struggles, while you come inside me."
I was breathing hard now, thinking about it. I could imagine her struggles as I pull harder and harder. She'd get more and more frantic, then weaker and weaker. Then at last stillness and... the end. "Aha!" I retained just enough sanity to spot the trap. "I WOULD enjoy your 'death struggles'; I'd get totally caught up in them. Then you could escape or even kill me while I'm distracted by my own pleasure."
"I'll be a lot weaker by the time you're really 'distracted'. And you can make sure I won't escape; you've done it before, and we both enjoyed it."
"Yes, that's true," I said with a smile. I got up and opened a drawer and got out two pieces of rope, each tied to a single handcuff. They were next to a short crop I had used on her in the past. I threw the cuffs to her one at a time, and ordered her to attach her hands spreadeagle to the headboard.
Lying there with her arms spread like that she looked even more beautiful. She let herself be made helpless for me.
We just looked at each other for awhile, not sure what to say or do next. I wasn't sure how long I would have to wait or how it would turn out. She seemed much more self-assured somehow, but not inclined to talk unless I started the conversation.
Suddenly the phone rang. It had an old fashioned mechanical bell, and its shrill ring startled me. I looked around quickly; she jerked her head up to look.
I picked up the phone. "Hello..." "Yes..." "I'll take care of it." "Yes, of course." "Right away."
I hung up the phone and turned to look at her; her expression was intent, almost meditative, but I noticed that her color was heightened.
"Your superior told you to kill me, didn't she?" she asked.
"Yes... I'm sorry."
"Oh... I'm not sure I am." She looked at me. "Please, do it like we were discussing."
She was smiling now. I couldn't understand how she could be so calm, knowing what would happen to her. She gave a quick jerk of her head, an invitation I understood. She licked her lips again, running her tongue slowly from one corner to the other.
I approached the bed and she opened her mouth wide for me. I knew what that meant. I undid my pants as I got closer and slid them off when I reached the bed. I got on the bed straddling her head with my knees.
"You'll kill me soon," she murmured, stretching her head out to take me in her mouth.
"Yes."
She licked my cockhead slowly, then continued, "Kill me slowly... while you make love to me."
"Yes!"
She took me into her mouth, sliding her lips slowly onto my shaft, then off again. I was already excited; it was all I could do not to finish right there, fucking her mouth until I came. But I wanted more and pulled out again.
I noticed a faraway look in her eyes, so I shook her, hard, to call her attention back. "What are you thinking of?" I demanded.
"Remember what I said earlier about watching other agents hanged? I was imagining it happening to me."
"Really?" I said, trying hard to sound bored. "Tell me about it. Tell me your fantasies, and maybe I'll let you off some of the other punishments."
"What other punishments? I thought you were just going to kill me."
I looked at her sternly. "I don't think death is enough punishment. You deserve more." She looked up at me; there was no fear in her deep blue eyes. "So you want to punish me? ... Make me suffer? Killing me slowly for your pleasure isn't enough?"
"Those are my orders, and I'm going to enjoy obeying them."
"But..." she protested, then seemed to get smaller somehow. "Very well, I'll tell you my fantasies. I throw myself on your mercy."
I went back to the drawer and pulled the crop out. "I'm waiting," I said, slapping it against my other hand a few times, with a characteristic "smack".
She cringed slightly, but I noticed her color heighten and her nipples start to erect.
"I... Your side isn't content with just having me killed slowly. They want to torture and humiliate me. So you have guards forcing me to make the long walk to your gallows in slow step, in this flimsy robe, with my hands tied behind me. You whip me at every step, and if I pause in my fear you whip me harder."
I swung it hard through the air, producing a whistling noise and a sharp pop. With her hands spread out by the restraints, her upper arms were exposed, so I started using it on them. Smack! "Walk!" Crack! "Move!"
It didn't seem to faze her, she just smiled at me. I smacked the undersides of her breasts a few times, just hard enough to redden the skin a little. "Keep going!" Whack! "Faster!" She panted harder, "Please... No... more..." I motioned for her to spread her legs, and I started whipping her inner thighs, enough to leave little red marks. Whisss...Pop! "Again!"
Without warning I reached up and flicked her left nipple with the lash, then her right one, back and forth a few times. "Move it!" Smack! "Go!" Each time produced a cry of pain, followed by a gasp of pleasure.
She moaned aloud and arched her back. "More..."
She continued her fantasy, "As I get nearer, I can see you don't even have a proper gallows with a trap door and drop to snap my neck. Just a little inverted tub for me to stand on. I realize that you're going to leave me to strangle slowly in the noose, and I freeze."
I noticed that her legs were open even further and her pussy was starting to glisten with wetness; I started whipping her thighs again, yelling "move!" with each stroke, then flicked her pussy lips unexpectedly to surprise her. She screamed. "Please... no more..."
"Then get up on that tub. Get!"
I gave a final flick to her clitoris, and she gave a wordless scream of pain.
I knew she was ready, and I had been ready since before I started whipping her. I tore her gown off to look at her. She was panting with desire now, her body shiny with sweat, and her nipples were even harder than my cock.
"You're also going to be hanged naked, so the peanut gallery can see your gorgeous breasts. They'll see them heave and sway as you struggle in the noose."
I reached over to the open drawer and got out a sleep mask. With her hands bound it would stay on long enough.
"No... Please no..." she pleaded when she saw it, but I slipped it over her eyes and tightened the straps.
"It's traditional for prisoners to be hooded when they're hanged," I told her, "this will do for my purposes,". I grabbed my robe off the floor and pulled the belt free. I climbed over her legs and worked my way into her, enjoying the sensation of her cunt starting to clasp me. Then I wrapped the belt twice around her neck but didn't pull on it yet. "The noose fits nicely around your neck. Not too tight...yet."
"You know that I love you, even when I did what I had to do," she whispered. "This won't stop me loving you. I'll love you with my last breath."
"You may very well," I said with a wicked smile. "And I'll love you as I enjoy your final struggles."
"Yes.... Please...."
I pulled a little, tightening the belt around her throat until I could hear a rasping noise in her breath. "That's right dear... stand on your toes and try to breathe as I take the slack out of the rope." I started moving in her, slowly, making it last so we could both enjoy it.
I took one of her earlobes in my mouth and let it out slowly, running my lips over it. Then I nibbled gently on it, raking my teeth slowly down and off the lobe. She gave a raspy moan, so I blew on her ear and she gasped at the sudden chill. "please...." I kissed the other ear, then blew on it too. She moaned longer, the gasp barely interrupting it.
She thrust her hips up to meet me. "Yesss... I'm ready. If you're going to hang me, do it now... please..."
I pulled harder on the belt, and heard her gasp for breath. She was incredibly tight. I would've stayed like this...but then she rasped, "Do it now! Hang me!" I had been distracted and let the belt slacken slightly. So I pulled harder again... and I watched her chest begin to heave as she struggled for breath. She threw her head back to let me see the belt digging into her neck. I hadn't closed her throat completely yet, but she was panting like she'd just sprinted a mile; she must be getting lightheaded.
Her panting was interrupted by moans of pleasure. The sight of her breasts heaving as she struggled to breathe and the crease the belt was making in her neck made me even more excited. I held her life in my hands, and could snuff it out with a slight increase in the pull whenever I wanted.
Her moaning had a note of frustration now, faster and higher-pitched. I could feel her around me, hot and wet, as I moved slowly in and out of her.
Soon my own pleasure was getting to me, and I started moaning too. I ducked my head down and bit her nipple sharply. She rewarded me with a sudden gasp of pleasure, so I did the same to the other nipple.
She wrapped her legs tightly around me and urged me to a faster rhythm. Her moaning was rising toward a scream; she caught my eye and gave a slight nod.
I pulled hard to cut off her scream, and thrust into her as she thrashed wildly, her hips coming up to meet mine. Her mouth fell open and she made a slight rasping noise.
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