Twin Nooses

We come together to commiserate. Judy was found in her apartment hanging by her sweet neck and we (Linda, Cloe and me) intend to drown our sorrow. The authorities and Judy's family agree — it must have been suicide although there was no apparent motive. If only they knew. Judy had a habit of stringing herself up until she came, and she obviously passed out this time. But everybody knows it's only males who engage in this kind of behavior so Judy's death must have been a suicide. However the three of us know the real truth but keep it among ourselves. No sense in adding to the grief. The funeral is over and so is the reception and we are all sad and crying, holding on to each other. We have decided that our next course action should be to come together later in that same day.. It's about four in the afternoon now and Linda and I have just arrived at Cloe's place. She pours us each a brandy almost as soon as we enter...it burns our tender throats.

Drying our tears we gradually loosen up and become more relaxed — the brandy helps and doesn't burn so much after a while. The discussion turns to hanging and what it must feel like, but I am the only one with any real experience. I try describing it but that's somewhat difficult.

"Is it like strangulation?" asks Linda. She does know what that feels like.

"Well, kind of but not really."

"Could you make that a little more clear, Michelle sweetheart? Cloe inquires with an edge of sarcasm and we all giggle.

"Well for one thing, when you're suspended in the air by your neck it places a lot of pressure against the lower jaw and re-distributes rest of your body's weight against that most delicate and beautiful part of a woman's body — her throat. Imagine if you can what that must feel like — to be hanging by your neck, your legs reaching out for the support that's no longer there, the inside of your head beginning to strobe, sending those flashing lights faster and faster throughout your entire body like the flickering flame of a candle in the wind, then dissolving into blackness..."

"Aren't you suppose have an orgasm too?" asks Linda.

"Oh yes, darlings — you will have orgasms too. Ego shattering orgasms; you can count on that."

Cloe moans and gives her cunt a few strokes. "Cloe!" says Linda and we all break up in shrieks of medicinal laughter. It's what we need the most of right now — a large dose of uncontrollable mirth.

We talk about the presumed pleasures of hanging deep into the night and, as intoxication steals our senses, we begin to seriously consider testing it out. I try to warn them away from it, to impress upon them its inherent dangers but they become more attracted to idea as the hours slip by. Despite my own dire words of caution and alarm, I find that my eyes keep returning to their lovely, soft throats. Visions of these two beautiful women hanging by their necks for pleasure, attach and bury themselves under my skin and invade my clitoris. Cloe says that she is definitely going to do it regardless. Linda is not so sure.

"Come on Linda...Michelle will spot for us — right Michelle?"

"I suppose so... Hey listen, I know a girl who knows more about this than I do and she is really into this sort of thing. I'll contact her and see if can give us some pointers...if your minds are made up. Linda? Is your mind made up, honey?"

Cloe stares at her intently, listening for her response to my question but Linda looks away in silence then says "OK, I guess so..." in a tone of resignation while casting a blank gaze to the floor..

I contact Alexis who knows more about the issues of erotic hanging and she comes up with a "twin noose" design. The rope itself is a silk/nylon weave furnished with pads. Any accidents with a padded noose means only one thing and suicide can be ruled out. But Alexis's custom made rope has another feature other than being padded. The rope itself is thicker than most and that is because she has formed not one noose but two, designed for a double hanging, a hanging for lovers. My heart jumps to my throat when I see it.

"Perfect Alexis! You do good work."

"I aim to please, Michelle. Let me know when and where the blessed event will take place and I'll be there to see that everything runs smoothly, if you'd like," she says with a twinkle in her eyes. Her words have been known to carry double meanings, however. She fingers the smooth skin of her long, slender neck...a ringless column if there ever was one. My mind flashes on the fact that my two friends and I each have the necklaces of Venus on our throats — a fact that will not be lost on Alexis — and it troubles me a bit. She has been known to be somewhat excessive in the neckplay department — especially with Venus girls whose decorated necks she loves to squeeze, and a dark premonition blooms like a noxious flower in my mind; but I discount it as a flight of fancy. She only wants to be there to help us out, I tell myself, along with the added bonus of watching two beautiful ladies struggle for a few moments at the end of the twin nooses — her handiwork — I mean what could go wrong? After all, I'll be there too. But I have already become horribly aware of the creases in my throat while discussing the preparations with Alexis; I can feel her icy blue eyes focusing on them every now and then. However, I tell myself once again to get a grip.

"Thank you Alexis. Yes, do come along, dear. I may need your assistance," I tell her, attempting to brush away my suspicions.

"Wouldn't miss it," she quips. Is that a play of light or is there a gleam of something unfathomable in the blue pools of her mysterious eyes?

When the appointed day arrives, Alexis picks us up at my house. Linda and Cloe are all shivery and nervous in the cool evening. It is Autumn again and those warm nights of Summer have vanished. Alexis has arranged everything and we are traveling to a secluded villa at the far side of the bay.

"It's only 30 minutes by freeway," she informs us. "Relax."

Everything is prepared for us upon our arrival. It's so nice and cozy here and we can even hear the gentle surf off in the distance. There are blue lights in the bedroom and I snuggle in between Linda and Cloe while Alexis puts the finishing touches on the evening's festivities. My neck is covered with their moist kisses, while two pairs of feminine hands explore the landscapes of my body. Everything is softened by the blue lights, wrapping us in deep shadows.

"Are you afraid, Linda?" asks Cloe.

"A little," is her barely audible reply.

"OK girls, come into the spare room. I have what you requested laying out on the bed. Let's get them on."

We scramble off the bed and walk in a single file...I take up the rear. Cloe's sweet ass sways in front of me...she has such a fine body. We enter and let out a unified gasp. It's the lingerie that Cloe and Linda asked for — I have no knowledge of this and wonder when they discussed it with Alexis. Cloe wanted hers to be white and silky with lace borders at the bust line and back while Linda desired hers to be nylon, powder blue in color, and very brief and slinky. They quickly put them on while Alexis opens the expensive wine from the wine cellar and pours some into four crystal goblets which we drink quickly. I watch Cloe's and Linda's delicate little Adam's apples bob up and down and the thought of the noose pressing tightly against them makes me delirious. My clitoris moistens and grows hard and my heart beats like a hammer. Alexis and I are really going hang these two lovely, beautiful creatures! I'm so excited!

"Well ladies, it's about time," says Alexis. "Everything's set up...shall we retire to the basement? Don't worry; the heat is on so it's all warm and cozy and your pretty feet won't get cold either because the floor is carpeted. It's a spacious room, just off the wine cellar. Shall we go?"

The stairway that eventually leads to the home-made gallows is narrow and winds like a snake. At the bottom, Alexis directs us to turn left and we walk down the long, forbidding corridor, initially haunted by deep shadows, then becoming more brightly lit, creating a strange starkness that gives our journey a dreamlike quality. At the end of the hall is a door and Alexis opens it.

"I hope you like the way I set it up," she says, her words wrapped in a slight echo.

We enter the room with Alexis leading the way. In the center are two stools placed very close together and above them are two nooses hanging from a single rope attached to the beams of the ceiling, rather high for a basement.

"Far out!" says Cloe but Linda takes a step back.

"Don't worry honey...we have two spotters now...we're safe. This is our chance to experience what it's like. Come on now — be brave." Cloe kisses Linda's neck and touches the faint creases encircling her throat — the same place where the noose will caress her when she hangs.

All evening long Linda has been admiring Alexis's slender, graceful neck — she does have a nice one, all smooth and ringless. Alexis, very well aware of the apparent source of Linda's adoration, bares her throat to her and places her hand upon it, causing Linda to blush. She holds it like the beautiful, delicate object that it is and Alexis leads her to the stool this way.

Seeing that the evening entertainment has commenced I turn to Cloe and say with a smile, "Well, I guess that it's you and me, kid." She takes my arm and I escort her to the other stool. Alexis brings out the leather ties.

"Just their arms, Hon" I tell her with a wink. She smiles in reply. We noose them both before they climb on the stools.

Oh what a wonderful sight! They're standing there in their sexy lingerie, padded nooses encircling their pretty necks...Oh baby! Linda is shaking but Cloe seems eager to get on with it. I look at Alexis and she looks back at me. We nod to one another and slowly remove the stools. Linda tried to stay on as it slides out from under her and her body swings free. She grimaces as the noose draws tight about her lovely neck. And dear, sweet Cloe looks surprised at first and then starts to dance, giving the air vigorous kicks. The noose cinches around her precious neck spinning as she strangles. They are so close to each other that their bodies are touching and each tries to gain support from the other as their bodies bump and grind against each other, their legs tangling together.

I grab at Cloe and hold her up, allowing her to catch her breath and lift up the sexy white lingerie and lick her delicious cunt as she squirms and gasps. Alexis is doing the same thing for Linda who coughs and fights for breath during the procedure. Then we gently send them back, sailing into the empty air so that they continue their dances of death. I back away, watching their vulnerable necks being squeezed by the relentless nooses, eventually backing into Alexis who drapes are arms around me, caressing my breasts. I reach down for my clitoris which is clamoring for attention. After a few swift strokes I decide it's now or never to release our squirming beauties. I take one step and Alexis's arm hooks around my throat and she draws me back in, holding me against her quivering breasts.

What's Alexis doing? Doesn't she realize that I must get those girls down now? I reach out for Cloe but the arm around my throat tightens so much that I must struggle just to catch my own breath. Linda and Cloe see what's happening and panic. They struggle hard against the nooses that calmly strangle them. They watch me and I watch them, all three of us strangling — perhaps to death! Holding me close Alexis whispers in my ear, removing all doubt as to her intentions:

"Watch them die, my dear Michelle and you will see the vision of your own fate. I haven't smelled their orgasms yet...they haven't come. Watch for it, sweetie. I'm waiting on your orgasm too."

Linda climaxes first and, caught off guard, she enters into it blindly with an enormous rush before vanishing into the void. Her body goes limp as Cloe's orgasm commences. Cloe lifts her legs as a storm of passion batters her pussy into oblivion. Meanwhile Alexis' arm has become an iron bar, mashing its way into the delicate structures of my throat. My tongue sticks way out, waving a flag of frantic surrender. Sweet Jesus — she's breaking my neck and I can feel her lips playing there at the same time...being so audaciously gentle.

"Come on, Michelle, lets have it!" she hisses. "Your time has come" and my orgasm does come, seemingly from out of nowhere. It slams against my body and burns a path to my brain where it blooms into a crimson flower reeking of death. Captured by an irresistible sensation of being lifted or maybe pushed, I fall away into a swirling black mist, carried past the portals through which we all must pass — submerged and swallowed up after disappearing into the voracious mouth of infinity.