You May .... the Bride

Ginny steps to the edge of the stage and, turning, throws her bouquet. The youngest bridesmaid, less than a month past her eighteenth birthday, catches it. She starts jumping up and down, then calms down.

The bride crosses her wrists behind her so the groom can tie them together. Then she turns to face the groom. He removes her veil so everyone can see her face.

Ginny's mother breaks into loud sobbing, and the father climbs quickly down to comfort her as best he can.

Virginia walks over to stand on the carefully painted X near the edge of the stage.

The groom slips the noose over her head. She gives a startled gasp as the weight of the knot settles against her neck, but she stands straight and proud while he adjusts the knot snugly under her ear.

"Don't forget my legs," she whispers, "I don't want to ruin the effect of my dress."

He quickly kneels down and straps her ankles together. Then he stands up and takes her in his arms. They kiss hungrily. She rubs her body against him, feeling his erection through both their clothes.

At last, panting, she breaks the kiss and looks at him, waiting.

He steps back off the hinged trap to a lever, then motions for her to face the audience. She turns and looks out at the faces watching her, feeling their combined support for her decision, but also knowing that... they are waiting to see her hang.

She stands, waiting, trembling only slightly. The seconds seem to drag on and on. She begins to have doubts... is he going to go through with it? She feels the noose snug around her neck and anticipates it... tightening, squeezing her neck... her dangling by her neck... the pain... the helplessness... strangling... the excitement...

As she thinks about it, she feels herself get excited — but also fear. She knows it will hurt an awful lot. Maybe she should cancel this... She's almost ready to turn her head and tell him she's changed her mind, when...

Thwap! fwap! fwap! The trap door falls from under her and bounces a few times.

She gasps as she starts to fall, but no noise comes out — the rope jerks tight around her neck and the room appears to tilt as the knot pushes her head to one side. She hadn't realized just how much it would hurt, having all her weight on her neck. She should have called it off, but it's too late now. She jerks her legs up and down, feeling for someplace to stand, but the floor is still over a foot away.

The neat rows of chairs turn into chaos. Most of the guests are already paired off and seek a position that allows them to enjoy each other without losing a good view of the bride's struggles.

Every time Ginny tries to kick, the knot jerks tighter and hurts more. She tries to hang quietly and succeeds for a little while...

In the audience, some couples are adopting a modified rear-entry position with the woman leaning on the chair in front. That way she can still watch the hanging.

A few couples are keeping their hands and fingers busy with each other so that both can stay seated and watch the stage.

After perhaps half a minute, Ginny runs out of air. Her chest hurts and she can't hold her breath any more!

She manages to force the stale air in her lungs out past the constriction around her neck, then her chest muscles spasm and manage to pull in a little air. Not enough, and she's still choking. She tries again, but the rope feels like steel around her neck.

Then she remembers that this is what she wanted. This is what she got married for. She chose to hang like this. Her neck hurts and her body is ready to panic from that suffocating feeling in her lungs, but she wants to enjoy every moment of it. She's glad she didn't change her mind at the last moment. She gives in to the struggle and lets her instincts take over.

The groom stares at his young bride's struggles, horrified, but also fascinated. His iron hard-on is painful in his tight tuxedo trousers.

The youngest bridesmaid, her eyes shining, stares for a moment at the bride. Her jaw sags open slightly, then she remembers the instructions the bride whispered to her: keep him warm for me. She strips off her frilly dress with its sewn-in bra. Naked except for her sheer pantyhose, she removes the groom's jacket, tie and shirt and hugs him tightly. She presses her pelvis up against his, her erect nipples against his chest.

The groom turns his head to watch his bride's performance; the bridesmaid grabs his hips and turns his body slightly so she can see too. She rubs herself slowly against him and kisses him greedily.

Virginia tugs at the rope around her wrists, trying to get her hands free and loosen the noose, but it's tied too well. She can't budge it.

Her knees pull up to her chest, then thrust down hard, bouncing her up and letting her get a tiny breath. Again and again... but each time it's a little harder. She's getting tired... weak from lack of air...

Her bouncing movements pull the noose ever tighter around her neck... now she can't breathe at all. Her eyes grow wide and her face turns red. She feels a delicious sensation beginning between her legs... tries to rub her thighs together... frustrated by the bindings at her ankles. She struggles, but weakly now.

The audience's movements become more frantic as they see the bride's struggles slow down. A few have already come and are relaxing in the afterglow, watching as Virginia starts to fade.

The groom moans as the bridesmaid rubs herself against him. He resists the urge to rub faster, saving himself for later.

Ginny hears a high-pitched buzzing and realizes it won't be long now. She is at peace, hanging by her neck, barely aware of the reflexive heaving of her chest muscles. What little awareness remains is concentrated between her legs now. Her face turns purple as she hangs, twitching a little.

She feels a huge explosion between her legs and the everything goes away in a high-pitched red blur. Her muscles relax and she hangs limp.

The groom breaks free and runs to untie the rope. The bridesmaid helps him lower the bride gently to the floor. He loosens the noose and checks to be sure she can breathe.

The bridesmaid feels her own orgasm start as Ginny gasps and groans. She reaches into her panties with one hand to pleasure herself. The best man helps her down from the stage and starts kissing her, then bends down to take a nipple in his mouth and roll it around with his tongue. She cries out in little gasps of pleasure.

The bride comes to as the groom cuts the rope binding her hands. She kisses him again until he nearly runs out of breath. She pulls the rest of his clothes off and wraps her mouth around his straining erection, the noose still around her neck. She teases it slowly with her lips and tongue for perhaps a minute, then takes her own clothes off and pulls him down on top of her.

The best man supports the teenaged bridesmaid as she sinks down to the floor. He pulls her panties off and licks her lower lips and clit until she cries out for more, then works two fingers into her and continues working on her.

"No, no, no!" she cries out in frustration. She reaches for her discarded pantyhose and wraps one leg around her neck. "Choke me!"

The best man takes the pantyhose she hands him and starts pulling.

"Harder!" she says, "Pull har…"

He pulls hard, cutting off her demands, then resumes licking her clit. Soon she is writhing under him, pressing her pelvis against his face and rolling her hips.

Excited by the hanging, it takes less than a minute for the groom to come inside the bride as she gasps and moans from yet another orgasm.

The bridesmaid comes, hard, at almost the same time. Only the stocking around her neck prevents her from stealing the show with loud screams. She pushes the best man away from her crotch and relaxes into a dreamy state.

The best man lets go of the pantyhose and is relieved to hear a loud gasp as she reflexively starts to breathe again.

The bride and groom both collapse, exhausted, on the stage while the best man and the young bridesmaid rest on the floor below.

The audience breathes a collective sigh and starts cleaning themselves up and straightening their clothes.

After a few minutes the bride and groom recover.

"Do you think we got our money's worth?" the bride asks, teasing.

"And then some," the groom pants.

"I know you wanted something more… conventional… she concedes. But admit it… you enjoyed the hell out of this."

"Well, yes..."

They gather their clothes and get dressed again. The keyboardist strikes up the recessional and the bride and groom walk back up the aisle. The wedding attendants follow them.

"When I get married, I want to hang, too," the bridesmaid says to the usher at her side. A quiet lull in the music makes the comment audible to everyone nearby.

The audience follows the wedding party to the huge buffet brunch set up in the pavilion.

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