For the Love of Lisa

I had always liked to watch Lisa, especially in the showers after hockey. Her lithe young body fascinated me and gave me a delicious, hot feeling between my legs. She caught me looking at her once or twice, but she merely winked and gave me a friendly smile. We went to college events together and as I am an orphan, living with my Aunt, she invited me to stay with her at Easter recess. "Afraid it's right out in the country but we'll find something to do."

She gave me one of her winks over her shoulder as I plaited her long blonde hair for her into a single golden rope down her back. I have a mop of wild, red hair and a pale freckled face with pale blue eyes and envied her smooth beauty. We were both 19 at the time. I was made very welcome in her home, a big plantation house in the old ex-French colony. I had a lovely room of my own, which Lisa showed me after we arrived.

"I'll leave you to freshen up, then we can go for a walk, I'll show you the estate," she said, her hand on the door to leave, then she came back towards me. "Joan!" she hesitated.

"Yes?" I smiled.

"Have you ever kissed a girl?"

"Of course I have, it's the French way!" I said, puzzled.

"Ah no," she said. "I mean like this." She took my head in her hands, to stop me turning my cheek and kissed me on the mouth. Soft, slow and deep.

For a second, I stiffened and then I recognized something I had wanted for so long, and my arms came up to embrace her as I let her take my mouth. When she withdrew, I let out a long sigh and we gazed at each other in happy acceptance.

"I just knew," she said softly.

"Yes," I replied.

It was a happy time. We kissed a lot and in the night, she sneaked into my bed and we explored our bodies and our feelings and desires. It was soft, gentle love. No rending and wrestling, no force, as it had always been with boys. We whispered secrets to each other and pledged our love.

One night, she came to my room, clutching a rope, dressed in a short silken night dress, her shoulders bare and a hem above the knees.

"What's this?" I asked, feeling a tingle of excitement.

"It's a role play game," she said. "I always wanted to play a woman condemned to be hanged. I was scared to do it but I am not scared with you."

"Crazy!" I said, "What must I do?"

She grinned and placed a chair under a large hook in the ceiling, which had been made to hand a chandelier.

"You have to hang me darling." She said simply. She used the chair to run the rope through the hook, then discarding the chair, turned and smiled at me.

I was staring at her in some confusion. "But — I don't want to hurt you — I —" I faltered.

"Remember how we learned that hanging could produce a big orgasm, in Biology?" she said.

I was already feeling quite hot and excited. "But — ."

She handed me the rope, which ended in a big noose, and kissed me on the lips. "Do it for me sweet one, just till I pass out, I want to feel that big orgasm for myself. Please! Put it round my neck, please." She put on her little girl eyes for me.

"You are quite mad." I said, laughing and slipped the heavy rope over her head, threading her plait through too. I was suddenly very aroused.

"Lift my feet off the floor darling, and let me down when I stop struggling."

I wanted to do it. Oh god I wanted it! I kissed her on the cheek, then stood back and hauled on the rope.

Lisa made a sort of Ukk sound as her head was pulled up and sideways, her lovely neck, stretching up, and looking thinner. Oh the surge of pleasure, which ran through me, it was like an electric pulse of sheer, sweet, power. I heaved with all my strength and her feet came up off the carpet, doing a little twitching dance in the air. Her hands were rigid by her hips, fingers out stiff. Her face went sort of sulky, with bulging, slit eyes and her mouth drooped open, to show her tongue, dripping saliva.

Lisa's body gave a couple of sharp twitches, then she just hung there with a blank and stupid look on her face, legs slightly apart and toes turned inwards. I let her down, to fall in a weird, twitching, squirming sprawl on the rug.

"Oh my love!" I gasped as I removed the rope from her neck, gently massaging her neck, as she took in huge gulp of air. After a while, as I hugged her and stroked her face and hair, I helped her to her bed, where she avoided my eyes and turned away, asking me to leave her.

Next day, at breakfast, Lisa was not present, only her Father and the chauffeur. When I asked, her Father said she was not feeling very well and would stay in bed.

"Oh. May I see her?" I asked.

"No." he said. "The maid has packed your bags and you will be driven to the station. Please wait outside."

A cold hand closed on my stomach as I saw the grim look on his face. The grip of the chauffeur's hand was like iron on my wrist as he led me out of the house and I was pushed unceremoniously into the back. My bags were already in there.

The ride to the station was not long, but half way there, the car pulled off the road and into a narrow track between dense undergrowth, where it stopped. The driver got out and signaled for me to get out too.

"No!" I said, trembling. "This is not the station, what is happening?"

He grinned a toothy grin. "What's happening, is for what you did to Lisa, I have orders to put you out miss."

He grabbed my arm and yanked me out, banging my head on the car door as he did. I staggered against him and he grabbed me with his arms round my body, his face close to mine, as he heaved me up off my feet, in a vicious bear hug. "Hmm smells good!" he said.

I felt my ribs creak as her crushed the breath from me and I kicked him on the shins in desperation.

"Heh! Cute little bitch aren't you?" he said and hugged me even tighter.

The pain in my ribs got really bad and I couldn't get my arms free. I gave a stifled scream and arched my head back in fear and pain.

"Lovely!" he chuckled and buried his teeth in my bared throat.

"Urrrkk!" I gurgled, my mind frozen by fear and pain. I could feel him tearing and biting at my windpipe, stopping my breath, but my chest was already squashed empty .

"Mmm!" he said in appreciation, as I saw the trees above us go blurred and then the world went black.

The pain in my throat woke me up, to a ripping sound, and I coughed and gasped, trying to focus my eyes again. He was no longer biting me, but the ripping sound was that of his hands, tearing away my panties. I realized the darkness, was due to my skirt being draped over my face. I felt weak and trembling and he was dragging me about in the grass as he ripped at my underclothing. I tried to push him off, only to find my hands tied behind me. Then I felt him enter me.

"Ahhh YES!" he sighed.

I made a pitiful whimpering plea for mercy, as he started to work inside me, slowly at first. Slowly and methodically he pulled the skirt down off my face, as he grinned with sadistic pleasure. "Enjoy your last fuck girl!" he said and ripped open the neck of my dress, then pushed my head back with a hand on my forehead, baring my throat.

"Lovely!" he said, staring at the white arch of my windpipe, marked by his own teeth.

I felt him suddenly grow big inside me as the sight excited him, then I yelped with terror as he closed his teeth over it once more, forcing my head back to get more of my throat in his teeth. My scream was cut short as my windpipe was crushed shut. The only sound was his animal grunts as he plunged himself deep inside me and the scraping of my heels as they dug into the ground.

I opened my mouth wide to scream, but nothing could come. Amid the dull pain and the fear, a throbbing, growing orgasm started to boil in my groin. The pain in my throat, seemed to merge into a strange, numbing mist as I thought of his last words. He was killing me. He had been told by Lisa's Father to dispose of me. The dark mist floated down again as my hips convulsed in a huge and agonizingly sweet explosion. Again and again, it burst through me, then I was sliding down into the velvet depths.

Lisa told me that when she and her friend the gardener found me I was unconscious for another two hours. But by then, they had laid me in the back of her car, as she drove me to a place of her own choice. However, as the Victorians would have said, "Thereby, hangs another tale."

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