7   14   21

The Roadshow was the last of the series, with plenty of leads
generated and a very happy big boss. This one had been in a hotel
in the north of England. We all decided to stop the night but it
was too far out of town to do anything other than stay in the
hotel, have a good dinner and a few drinks in the bar.

After dinner there were seven of us left, so we pulled some
chairs round in a circle and started talking about all sorts of
trivia with a bit of gossip thrown in. The seven was made up of
the three marketing girls, their manager and me and another sales
guy. None of us particularly knew the others well except for the
marketing team   the girls always seemed to be together, in and
out of work.

After a time we started talking about drinking games, including 7
  14   21. A pretty simple one normally; a set of poker dice,
everybody takes turns throwing them and then you count the aces.
The person that throws the 7th gets to chose a drink or a
combination of drinks, the one that throws the 14th pays for it
and the thrower of the 21st ace gets to drink it   down in one of
course. At this point Jane from Brand Marketing went to the bar
and came back with a set of dice and a shaker   obviously the
hotel had problems with bored guests on other nights as well.

Rather than going straight into the drinking version, Jane
explained that there was a far more female friendly version  
same base rules with counting of the aces but instead of choosing
and downing drinks, we would play a version of truth or
consequences. The 7th ace equalled choosing a card from a stack
and reading out the subject (holidays, family, bosses and so on).
The 14th got to nominate a specific topic within that subject and
to set a time. Finally, the 21st had to talk for that amount of
time about the subject   if they faltered or the rest of the team
did not believe them, then back to the drinking, with a finger
level of margarita for each minute. If they passed the test then
the nominator got to down the drink. 

The first set of cards was pretty tame, with one SEX and rest as
Jane had suggested. However, after a few drinks each we added
some more cards, most of which decidedly of the sexual nature. I
seemed to have to more of the talking but only after I had thrown
the 14th ace and asked the 21st to tell us who they last had sex
with and what it was like. I know that Annie's story was not true
but it's a little difficult to let everybody know that she was
lying, so I downed the glass. 

I got two 21s; the first was to tell them what fetishes turned me
on (for two minutes) and the other was "had I ever taken part in
a bondage session?" for four. I told the truth for each. For the
first I said that I like boots of all types and pvc clothing. I
am also quite keen about leather but that rubber turns me off.
They believed me and Fiona had to down the margarita. For the
second I said that I had been tied or strapped up many times,
including once for a whole day. My story was made to sound just
like it was just a story and by a majority vote I was declared as
in default, so had to finish another two fingers of drink.

About 2 o'clock there were only five of us left and the jug was
nearly empty. We had all had far too much to drink. "Last go"
declared Jane, who promptly threw both the 7th and 14th aces. I
can not actually remember her actually reading any of the cards
but 7 was "EXTREME SEX" and 14 was "which form of breath control
would turn you on most?". Annie asked what she meant so Jane said
"strangulation during sex, or plastic bags over the head, even
hanging, that sort of thing". Of course it will be no surprise
that I threw the 21st ace.

I have never told anybody about my wildest fantasies but the
drink had loosened my tongue. So I told them that since I was
very young I had dreamt about being hung. That I had tied nooses
and put them around my neck and that I had pulled them tight but
that I had never taken my weight fully on my neck. I said that I
still wanted to try it for real and that I had been tempted to
find somebody on the web to play this sort of games with. 

Fiona asked me why I hadn't, so I said that I was scared to. I
also said that I worked on a rewards basis   I set myself a
personal target and if I made it I tried something on my
fantasies list. One was that if I cleared the mortgage I would
have a real look on one of the contact sites. At this point we
all went headed to bed (separate ones). As we were on the same
corridor, Jane and I walked together. In the lift she said "are
you really that kinky?". I said "that's for you to find out, but
if you can find a white pvc trench coat and a pair of matching
thigh boots, let me know". She asked why, so I said "I promised
myself that I would be wearing them for my hanging", smiled and
went into my room.

The next morning everybody was quiet, very quiet. Everybody had
gone over the top, both with the drinks and with all sorts of
revelations that we shouldn't have come out with. If they were to
be believed, two were regularly unfaithful to their partners, one
was bi-sexual or at least willing to be and two of us were pretty
kinky. We departed to our various different offices with nothing
more said.

~oOo~

At the end of the third quarter I closed the biggest deal of my
life and got the highest amount of commission that the sales plan
would allow. At the Q4 sales meeting I was presented with the
Salesperson of the Quarter Award as well. The presentation was
organised by Jane and it was her that passed the boss the magnum
of champagne. Now I realise that she must have heard my reply to
his "what are you going to do with the money?" question   "be
boring I'm afraid and pay off the last of my mortgage".

About three weeks later I got a phone call from Annie asking I
would like to come to a party at the weekend, or at least I could
come to the party if I dared. I asked what she meant and she said
"you said you were into pvc gear and we are having a Fetish
Party. All you have to do is turn up wearing your most kinky
outfit   we think you've got one". "Is that all, walk up to your
flat in full view fully dressed in pvc" I replied. She said "Oh
no, it is at my weekend place out in the country. It's not
overlooked and we have parking behind a big hedge". I wasn't at
all sure but said that I would come. The next day I received an
email with a map and 'don't wimp out!' in big letters.

I spent the next couple of days deciding if I was going to go and
if so what would I wear? I came to the conclusion that I could
hedge my bets, get there early and see if the other guests were
playing the game. The last thing I wanted was to turn up, covered
head to foot in plastic, only to find a room full of friends and
colleagues in their best party clothes. I parked the car just
short of Annie's place and watched. I couldn't see in the first
car but the next was Fiona, and she was clearly wearing something
that Catwoman would have been very proud of. So I thought "that's
it I'm in" and pulled into the drive. I already decided that if I
was going to go in I was gong to make an impact. I had a pair of
black shiny pvc trousers on and a matching t-shirt. I slipped off
my trainers and pulled on a pair of black patent knee length
boots, ladies style with a 3 inch heel. I added a pair of long
gloves and then a collar. As I got out of the car I slipped on a
red pvc mackintosh and took out a black gimp helmet, some
handcuffs and a pair of ankle shackles. I also added a dog leash
to the collar. At the door, I hung the two keys around my neck,
put on the shackles and one wrist of the handcuffs, keeping the
other hand free, and pulled on the helmet. I then pressed the
doorbell and clicked the other hand into the handcuffs behind my
back. After an agonising half a minute, whilst all I wanted was
to get back in the car and drive away, the door opened. 

Inside the door was Annie, in a short leather skirt, matching
bustier leather top, a pair of leather boots and wearing a
highwayman's mask. She looked me up and down and said nothing,
simply leaning forward and taking the end of the leash. I
followed through to the back of the house, where there were only
two others, Catwoman Fiona and Jane in a very similar get up to
Annie, in pvc rather than leather, including long pvc gloves.
Jane said "hi Rick, would you like a drink?" I responded with "as
long as you can help, I'll have a scotch", not taking time to
work out how she knew it was me.

I've never been fed a scotch through a straw before but Jane
seemed very good at the job. After I had got a good double down
she asked "did you manage to clear your mortgage with the
commission?". I confirmed that I had. Fiona then joined in,
saying "Good,  we have a present for you". She reached forward
and took the end of the leash, leading me into the next door
room.

On the far side of the room on a hanger was a three quarters
length white pvc trench coat, classic design with buttons, wrist
straps, epaulettes and a proper belt. Beneath it was a pair of
very long thigh boots in white patent and about a 5 inch heel. My
mouth instantly went dry, both because here was one of my biggest
turn-ons and because I could remember what I had said I needed
them for   to be hanged. Jane said "we listened and liked what
you said. There's no need to look for contacts on the internet".

I think I just went on to automatic. I held my right boot up,
Jane took the key from around my neck, unlocked the shackle and
then the other one. She firmly sat me on to a nearby chair,
unzipped both boots and removed them Annie and Fiona then each
pulled on a thigh boot   and they were thigh boots, well above
the knee and almost all the way up to the crutch. I always enjoy
the act of pulling up the zip but this as the longest boots that
I had ever had on and I had never had anything zipped on for me,
so I think it was then that I started getting an erection. Jane
then stood me up, turned me round and, just, stopped me from
falling over (5" stilettos are hard to manage for the first
time). She undid the handcuffs and slipped off the red Mac. She
said "arms out" and pulled on the white trench coat, turning me
back round again to button the front and tighten the belt. "I
guess you've worked out that nobody else is coming, and what
happens next". I nodded. "You ok with it?" I nodded again.

Fiona then stepped forward, undid my collar and replaced it with
a wider one with 'd' rings back and front. She then clipped on a
wide belt sized strap to which I could just about see were
attached three other smaller straps and, at the far end, a pair
off lockable cuffs. She fitted on the left cuff tightly, picked
up a small padlock and locked it on. She then did the same with
the right one, leaving my wrists closely bound together. She
adjusted the length of the central belt and then pulled one of
the other straps closed just above my elbows, adjusting the coat
sleeves as she did so. The next strap went below the elbow and
the third quite near the shoulders. Finally she went back to the
first strap and tightened it one extra hole, followed by the
other two. My arms were now pulled back so no movement was
possible at all, with the shoulders also pulled back, pushing my
chest forward. Not the world's most comfortable position but an
absolute turn-on to me.

The pvc trousers are tight fitting and it's not easy to adjust
your cock when you get an erection, particularly when it is a
very hard one, like mine was, and your hands are not available,
as mine weren't. So when Annie came over she put her hand on the
bulge that was showing through the coat. "Good" she said, "we'll
need that", putting her hand under the coat, undoing the zipper
and flicking the cock out. She then gave it a couple quick
strokes and did up the zipper again, with the cock back inside
but standing upwards comfortably and even harder. "However, I
want you to take this as well" and held up a full Viagra pill
"this will extend the experience in more ways than one". When
I've used Viagra, half has been plenty enough, but I simply
opened my mouth so that Annie could place it on top of my tongue.
Another scotch and straw was produced, I took a large mouthful
and swallowed. The rest of the scotch was then held up for me to
finish. Literally as the last drop left the glass she reached
down, picked up a ball gag, pushed the ball into my mouth and
buckled up its strap behind my head. 

All three girls stood in front of me and looked me up and down.
"You look ready to me" Jane said, clipping my leash to the front
of the collar. "From now on you do exactly what we say when we
say it". The other two led the way through the hall, stopping so
that I could look at myself in the full length mirror. I was
absolutely as I had imagined in the couple of thousand mental
run-throughs of my fantasy. White shiny coat and boots, with the
black helmet and black gloves showing and my arms set firmly
behind me with black straps. We then left the front door and
crossed the drive to a large ridged roof garage. Annie unlocked
the back door to it and Jane led me in.

One thing I had been expecting was clearly there. Over one of the
three beams there was an inch wide white rope. And at the end of
the rope was a noose, a proper one with a 13 loop knot. Under the
noose was a stool about 18 inches high. There were also some
other things that I hardly noticed, including a narrow mattress,
a post set in the floor with a chair in front of it, three bar
stools and a number of  rings screwed onto the wall. There was
also a rack with other straps and belts, a couple of riding crops
and a full whip. Next to the rack was a box but that was shut.
However, mostly all I could look at and take in was the noose  
my noose.

For the first time I was frightened. "I want to do this" I told
myself. At this point Jane said "this is your last chance. What
do you want to do? There is one word you can say with the gag in.
What is it?" "Hang" I said. "Again" "Hang" came out, very
clearly. 

"Just so you know, that wasn't the first time we had played 7  
14   21 that way. Over a year ago at a similar event we did
something very similar but it was only when we compared notes
afterwards did we realise that we were all turned on by the same
things. We have tried lots of things, mostly in here, but we
really liked asphyxia   on ourselves as well but mostly we like
doing it to the others and watching. We decided to see if we
could find a willing subject and you turned up" Annie then joined
in "Jane got you to tell us so she gets to hang you and we get to
watch. We have some rules, one is no interference. That's what
the stools are for   we'll get ready now"

Jane took the end of my leash and placed it over a hook. Both
Fiona and Annie went to the box and took out dildos, set in
straps. Annie's also had a biggish butt plug attached. Fiona
unzipped her Catwoman suit and both slipped down their knickers,
next inserting the cock shaped dildo. Annie had a little trouble
pushing in the plug and made a little grimace as it entered. Jane
then went to the box and collected what looked like just chains
but what turned out to be handcuffs as well. At one end of the
chain was a collar, which she put around their necks, and at the
other end a karabiner like clasp, which fitted over the hoops.
She handcuffed their hands behind their backs and sat them onto
the stools. Out of the box then came two smaller versions of my
ball gag which were quickly fitted, leaving them clearly not able
to get anywhere near the hanging rope nor to be able to say
anything. I noticed that Jane also put her hand between the legs
of each in turn, I would guess that from the smiles that
followed, the dildos were vibrators as well.

"Now you", Jane said, looking in my direction. She picked up
three belts, what looked like another plug and selected the
longer of the riding crops. "Annie asked for this", as she undid
my trousers. "Turn". I turned away from her. "Legs apart". I
spread my legs. "Bend". I bent over as far as I dared in the 5
inch heels. I felt her pull up the coat and then something at my
anus then pain, lots of pain, as she rammed in what felt like a
full cock sized butt plug. "Don't  worry, that's for starters.
Some real pain is coming soon" as she smoothed down some gaffer
tape, or something like that, which was clearly meant to stop the
butt coming out. My trousers were pulled up but not the zipper,
leaving my totally hard cock sticking out. She then smoothed down
the coat over the top of it and, taking the three belts and the
crop with her, unhooked the leash and led me across to the
stool.

I was stood behind the stool. I looked up at the noose, just
above my head. "Yes, you are going to hang from that" she said.
She undid the leash and walked behind me. I could see her hand on
the noose, see it pulled back and then the line of rope as it was
passed over my head. I could then feel the rope against my neck
as she pulled down the knot and then slipped around a little
towards my left ear. At this point I think excitement was
replaced by fear. Nobody had ever placed a noose around my neck,
definitely nobody had ever tightened one and I had never been so
totally out of control. My life, however, long it was, was now
hers. As part of my near panic I suddenly realised that they had
never said for how long   we had said I was to hang but for how
long! Nothing in my fantasies had me ending up dead!

From a little distance away I heard "bend your knees". Despite
the panic I did so and felt the rope tighten. "Pull down and
twist your neck". I did so and the slack all went out of the
noose. "Step up". I hesitated and then felt a sharp pain across
my arse. "I said step up or you will get that again" That was
what the crop was for   I put one foot carefully on the stool,
overcame the tightness of the boots and stepped up on to the
stool. As I did so the rope pulled up as well, so the other foot
had to follow. I was now standing on a stool, 18 inches off the
ground and there were no options left. The next command came,
"stretch up", so I straightened my body out and the rope
tightened some more. "Stretch I said, on your toes". I did as
ordered and really felt the affect of the rope for the first
time. There was no movement possible now. I didn't hurt but felt
very, very, tight and between it and the gag, breathing was
starting to be harder. 

I felt a small jerk as she tied off the rope. For a few seconds I
just stood there. I could feel the rope on my neck, my arms
couldn't move and, for the first time for a little while, I could
feel the butt plug. I could also feel my cock, as hard as it had
ever been. I could see Fiona through one eye but not Annie. Then
Jane came into view again. She had put on a hooded black pvc coat
and was carrying the three belts. "This is because if you lose
control, you are not going to soil me". I thought "I have no
intention of pissing on you, I want to do this". I would have
said it but couldn't, but even with the tight noose I could still
say "hang", so I did.

"You will, soon". Jane stepped forward, took the larger of the
belts and fastened my feet and ankles together in a figure of
eight, pulling the buckle tight. The next went below the knees,
equally tight, and the last above the knees. I was now totally
unable to move anything. My head and neck were kept in place by
the noose and rope, my arms were pinned behind me and my legs
were fixed together. Jane then slipped her hand up my coat and
took hold of my cock. First she started squeezing it and then
slowly started sliding her hand up and down. "First we are going
to get rid of the first load. I don't want you coming too quick
but I know you will. Nobody with a cock this hard and this
turned-on will last long enough for what we want." She was right,
as soon as she started moving faster, I came. I came as much as I
have ever come and felt pleasure that I have never felt before. I
jerked and felt the rope and I gasped for breath but then I was
still standing on the stool and still couldn't move. The cum must
have gone down the inside of the coat but I didn't care, I wanted
out. Everything started hurting, all the straps, the rope, but
especially the butt plug.

"Now the Viagra comes into play" Jane said "and you find out the
rest of the rules. I know you would be more than happy to stop
now but we don't want to. We want to really see you hang and we
are going to leave you hanging there until you stop moving" She
put her hand back on my cock and started working it again. "That
leaves you two options, control yourself or die". My cock was
going back to full hardness and the pains were being suppressed
by the pleasure again. She pulled up the hood on her coat, opened
mine and started licking my cock, nibbling it gently with little
sharp teeth as she did so. All I could now feel was my cock,
nothing short of ecstasy   and then my neck. The stool was gone.
I was hanging. I knew my cock was still in her mouth and I still
wanted the sex but I was hanging   and I couldn't breathe. The
noose seemed twice as tight and had slipped behind my neck. I
tried to breathe again, really hard and got some air but not much
and then not any again. I must stay still, I mustn't move but I
was moving because something inside me wanted t work my cock
inside her mouth.

I can only hold my breathe for seconds, not minutes, but I have
no idea how long anything took. I wanted to stop but I wanted
more. I wanted to stay still but I wanted to drive myself into
her mouth. Then it started getting darker and fuzzier and
everything felt good, as I wasn't there anymore. The rope was
biting into my neck and I knew there was pain, but it didn't
matter. "I want to come before I die" I thought. There was no
thought of staying still as I jerked and twitched and thrusted.
Then everything started to slow down and everything started to
close in. There was a final sharp pain around my cock that broke
through, and I came, I know I did. But nothing else, no pleasure,
no nothing, everything just stopped.

~oOo~

I came round; I was surprised to, but I did. It is a totally new
experience coming to when you thought you had died. I came too
slowly and, and very groggily. I was lying on the mattress facing
upwards. The rope was gone but my arms were still tight and my
legs were still fixed. The butt plug was clearly still in and the
ball was still in my mouth. All three girls were in sight and
free, with Jane inspecting my cock. "I bit him hard when I came.
The dildo really worked. And when I bit him he came   and then he
passed out" "He jerked on his own for quite a while longer, that
was when I felt best" said Annie, then "hello, back again" to me.
They all three looked closely at me; at the same time I tried to
move away but couldn't. Annie said "don't worry, you are strapped
down, there is more to come. We didn't tell you the whole truth.
We all want to play. Jane wanted hanging and you chose hanging,
so she went first. Mine will be less painful". They then let me
have a little water using a 'bendy straw' to get past the ball
gag.

I was left lying there for a while and half dozed. I would have
fully gone to sleep but I was back in the painfully tight not
sexually exciting phase. Then Annie came back. She said "Fiona
and Jane are back on the stools, so I get to use you now. You had
better have something left in you because I want to be fucked,
not some blow job for you and a dildo for me" She started firmly
pulling on my cock. It surprised me when it immediately started
to firm up again; "a whole Viagra obviously works" went through
my mind.  She licked it a couple of times and muttered "nasty
teeth marks". From beside the mattress she picked up a condom,
opened the packet and then rolled it on. "Needn't think it's
because I'm being careful" she said "I want your cock clean when
I start fucking". I would have said "I thought that was what we
were going to do" but couldn't. A few seconds later it was clear
what was coming next, jelly having been smeared over the condom
and a similar amount, via a finger, rubbed up Annie's arse.

Annie stood, place one leg either side of me, and lowered herself
slowly down. She positioned my cock next to her sphincter, eased
down further so the hood of the cock was just inside and sat. All
the hardness had returned by now and everything was full size (or
at least as big as I get), so the whole thing drove up inside her
in one movement. "Bastard" she yelled, leaning forward, placing
both hands around my neck and squeezing hard, "you bastard".  I
wondered what I had to do with it and thought "strangulation",
but then she stopped squeezing (at least with her hands). She
rested her hands on my chest and just sat there clenching her
arse muscles. Despite the jelly, everything was really tight,
felt really good and I started to relax into the rhythm. I was
just thinking "if she wants anal sex then I'm....." when she
stopped and stood up. "Thanks, but that was just the warm up. Now
I want you in my cunt and I want to watch you like she did",
looking toward Jane. She then removed the condom, knelt with her
knees placed either sides of me and played with her clit for a
little while. She then pulled my cock vertical and eased herself
on to it. Again she pushed down hard to make sure that I was in
as deep as possible, clearly causing herself some more pain.
"Bastard" she said again, leaning forward like last time. This
time, however, her hands didn't go to my throat but down beside
my head. There were two or three thrusts up and down and then
she, in one movement, pulled a clear plastic bag over my head. 

I had mastered the art of breathing with the ball gag in pretty
well by now, so when I gasped a lot of air went in. And so did
the plastic, covering my mouth and the helmet nose holes. The air
stopped instantly and I panicked, breathing out desperately. The
air out pushed out the bag, so the next breath in got some new
air but not as much. "You bastard" yelled Annie, thrusting up and
down vigorously. I then worked out if I pushed out what air I had
and gasped quickly in I could get enough air in through the
tunnel that formed in the bag. "No, no you fucking bastard, I
want to watch you go" she yelled. The thrusting stopped but I
couldn't see anything because of the condensation in the bag and
I couldn't hear much either.

One thing I could make out though, tape being pulled off a roll,
something like gaffer tape. Round my neck it went and the air
stopped, I had some but when I breathed out it just blew up the
bag a bit. The next breath worked but as it came back out she
clamped her hands on the bag, pushing most of the air out under
the tape, so the breath after just sealed the plastic over my
face. "Die now, die" I heard as she speeded up her thrusts   and
I started doing so. Like had happened whilst I was hanging, I
began to feel detached and nothing seemed real anymore.  There
was no panic any more, simply two more attempts to get air in
then acceptance that this was it. Annie was still working my
cock, hands on my chest and I couldn't do anything. I had my eyes
wide open but the mist from the condensation started to merge
with a darker mist as I lost consciousness. Then as she pushed
down, I moved the one thing I could move, arching my back and
driving my cock up to meet her thrust. I heard half a scream,
then blackness and then the nothing beyond blackness.

~oOo~

Fiona was squeezing some water past the gag when I came round.
"You've really upset Annie. You didn't come. She wanted you to
come like Jane made you come. And you hurt her. She likes that
but she didn't want it then, she's very upset". As my head
cleared I worked out that I had been sat on a chair, a low one so
my legs were angled in front of me. It also had a low back so
that my arms, despite the bindings, were held down behind it. "We
think you have done well so far but you must need a rest and so
do we. Don't try to move because you won't be able to". With that
she blindfolded me and everything went quiet.

I sat still for a while (how long I have no idea, it's very
difficult to judged in the dark) before exploring the straps and
trying to find some way of getting away. No luck, everything was
fixed. Not only were my feet in front of me but they had been
fixed to something, there was a belt around my waist and the
cuffs were linked to the chair in some way (a chain I think).
Even the chair itself wouldn't move.  

I then worked through my aches and pains. Legs not bad, a bit
tight but not painful, but arse really sore. The butt plug hadn't
moved and was well inside of me. Wrists comfortable, elbows not
bad but upper arm strap becoming painful. Then neck, definitely
sore and bruised, but not too bad, seeing that I had been hanged
recently. The gag was actually not bad but my cheek muscles were
suffering. Finally, my cock was very sore. It had been bitten,
rammed up a tight anus and pounded down upon, so not surprising
really. It was also pretty limp feeling, so double Viagara doses
had worn off. Did I regret anything? No, not at all, I has wanted
to do it and now had and the fantasy was still up and running. In
fact, even now I could feel stirrings as I thought about it.

As I have said I had no idea of time. Only one thing happened;
somebody approached, pushed a pill past the ball and squirted in
enough water to make me swallow. Finally I could make out the
sound of high heels on a hard floor, then chains rattling and
handcuff clicks, so I guessed that Jane and Annie were taking
their turns on the stools and that I was about to find out what
Fiona wanted.

Sure enough the blindfold was soon removed. Fiona was no longer
dressed in a cat suit but had changed into a short dress with a
flared skirt. She had also put on a pair of thigh boot, shiny red
to match the dress. She had kept the collar but had removed the
mask. I immediately felt a physical reaction and my cock started
to harden again. "Now you are going to find out about control.
You will come; I will come at the same time. And for me to come I
need to see the light behind your eyes fading, but I shall be
able to make sure that everything coincides. This is how it is
going to work" She picked up a loop of rope. "This goes over your
head and the post behind you" I hadn't realised there was one
there but remembered it from when I came into the room. "This is
the throttle", smiling at the pun, she held up a round metal disk
with what looked like long handle fixed to the middle. "This is
how I control the speed of what we are doing. It came from the
local hardware store. It was designed to store two toilet rolls
but this is a much better use". She put her boot on one end of
the rope loop, held the other and inserted the handle between the
two. A couple of quick twists and the rope started tightening.
She then pulled the handle through until the disk was against the
rope. "Now you can see how I shall control everything" as she
turned the handle again "too fast, a little slack, quicker, half
a twist".

She took the rope and looped it over the post and then my head.
Still standing Fiona put in a few twists, the rope beginning to
tighten. The handle was pulled so the disk was in place. "Good,
ready" she said, leaving it for a moment, "you're going to be
good for me, aren't you?" She leant forward and kissed me (or at
least the helmet) on my forehead, then stroked the side of my
face with her fingers. She undid the bottom button of the coat
and pulled it back, exposing my very hard cock. Then she was
astride me, easing my cock into her cunt. A smile crossed her
face. "Now keep looking into my eyes. I want to watch all your
reactions". With her right hand she pulled the 'throttle' and put
another twist into the rope loop, making it really tight. "Chin
up" she said. I pulled my head backwards slightly and she moved
the rope until it settled between the top of the collar and the
bottom of the helmet, mostly on bare skin. 

Holding on to the handle she started gently moving herself back
and forward on my lap. I looked into her eyes (they were blue)
and started enjoying the situation. She leant her head forward a
little, kissed me in the same place and then firmly pulled down
on the handle. The rope bit into my neck all the way around; I
felt a little pain as it cut into my skin but also could feel the
blood gathering in my lips and behind my eyes. I stopped
focussing on Fiona's eyes and started arching my back as I
presented my cock, a good sign that I am going to come soon. "Oh
no you don't" whispered Fiona, taking some of the pressure  off
from the rope but keeping herself moving back on my lap "not yet
you don't". I refocused and she nodded slightly   "better".

Each time she tightened a little more than the last, each time I
was ready to come and each time she loosen off with a "not yet".
I'm not sure how many times this happened but it was absolutely
superb. She was playing me like a virtuoso plays a violin,
bringing me up then easing me down. I could breathe all the time
but she restricted the blood flow like an expert. Each time she
did my lips felt they were puffing up, my eyes felt like they
were being pushed out and, a she increased the tightness, I got a
noise like the wind in my ears. This was better than the hanging
and much better than the bagging, it was ecstasy. Then I heard
her say it: "this time, I'm ready". 

I felt disappointment that it was going to end. The rhythm of her
movements was the same but her eyes had changed, with her own
ecstasy clearly showing. For the first time a forceful movement:
the handle was pulled hard down and up the other side. All the
blood, and this time the air, stopped. Everything seemed to
explode. I pushed up, she pushed down and we both came. I would
have screamed if I could, but she could and did. I then looked
into her eyes so she could see and went. Literally, went, no
fading, no tunnels, no trying for air, just deadness.

~oOo~

Or so I thought. I came round lying on the mattress. Jane said
"we thought she had done it that time but she must have let go
when she came". I had a roaring headache and most of the straps
felt too tight but they were still there, and the gag was still
in. "What next" I thought. 

I soon found out. I couldn't see the other two. However, another
voice said "whilst you were lying there we made a decision. We
want to try it; we want to see if we can feel what you felt. And
where going to let you watch us die   one at a time. Of course
you might have a problem because we are not going to let you go".
The third added "In fact we are going to leave you so you have a
choice   the choice will be when you die, not if" (Fiona I
think). 

I hadn't realised that the noose was back around my neck. Jane
went over to the wall, grabbed the other end of the rope and
pulled. At the same time Fiona and Annie lifted me by the
shoulders so that I came upright. Next I was pulled across the
floor until I was behind the stool. "You had better help us and
try to jump" said Fiona, as Jane pulled on her end of the rope
again. I flexed as best I could; with the other two lifting I was
soon back in position again. "You know the rules   stretch" and
then I was held upright with the noose keeping from swaying or
falling.

In front of me I could see another noose with two large blocks.
The rope was run over a hook in the ceiling and linked back to a
hoop like mine was. "That's for me" came from Jane as she came
around into sight "we have worked out the order. Fiona will go
first; Annie will strangle her. I will stand here like you and
watch. Annie is the one that wants it the most so she will then
suffocate herself with the bag. When she is gone, I will step
off. When I step off this (holding up a rubber strap) will pull
the blocks out of the way, so there will no way back. When I do
you can watch and then you wait until you are ready". "Don't
think anybody will come" added Annie "nobody knows us here and
nobody likes coming here. The guy who lived here before set all
this stuff up. He was expecting his girlfriend so he got ready
just like you are. The she had a car crash on the way, so didn't
make it. In fact, she didn't come for three weeks as she was
pissed off that he hadn't visited her in hospital. When she did
he was hanging there, with a few added flies. Since then the
locals have kept clear." "According to the girl there was
supposed to be a mechanism that let down a key or something like
that, but nothing was found" said Fiona.

"Now?" said Jane and the other two nodded. Each picked up their
gags and inserted them. Jane picked up her handcuffs, took the
key out and placed it on the floor next to the blocks. She
clicked them on to one wrist, put it behind her back, brought the
other hand round and clicked it in. Annie took the noose, slipped
it over her head and pulled to knot down, leaving it behind
Jane's neck. Jane simply looked down and stepped up onto the
blocks. Annie pulled the rope tight, giving it a little extra tug
at the end. I could make out a slight grunt just before it was
tied off. Annie took the rubber strap, made sure it was stretched
out and tied it off to the bottom of the rack. I looked over and
started getting turned-on once again. Jane, black PVC mini skirt,
tight bustier and a mask, with a noose around her neck and very
taunt rope above.  This time being turned on was not much use as
my cock was zipped back into the trousers and nobody wanted to
use it. As a last action Fiona put her hand up the skirt and Jane
jiggled slightly, so I guessed that vibrators were back in play.

Fiona walked over to me, looked me up and down and tidied the
coat. She stroked the bottom of the coat and then turned and
looked at Annie, nodding. They both walked over to the chair.
Annie picked up some lengths of rope and Fiona turned round. One
length was used to tie her hands and another, her elbows (Annie
pulled them tight together completely, something that I could not
get anywhere near). Fiona sat on the chair like me with her arms
over the back and had her hands tied down. She stretched her
boots forward and Annie tied off her knees and ankles, with the
last rope looping through the ring on the floor as well. This was
just as good, bound, gagged and dressed in red thigh boots and a
red shiny dress, but again, not for me. Annie picked up the rope
loop, slipped it over head on post and put the first few twists
in, pulling the handle through as Fiona had done.

Annie switched on Fiona's vibrator and then walked across to the
mattress. She laid out the straps that had held me down and
placed a bag and tape by the head end. She then put her handcuffs
in the middle. She looked at me, turned to Jane and nodded and
walked over to Fiona. Most of me was still thinking "they won't
do this" but by then Annie had walked alongside Fiona and taken
the handle. She nodded and Fiona nodded back. Still standing
Annie pulled the handle round and even from my position I could
see the rope cut into her neck, The whole of her head went red
and, despite being tied, she shook all over. Annie eased back,
let the redness fade and did the same again. Fiona's eyes looked
like they would burst out until Annie again took some pressure
off. Finally, Annie reached over the far side of the twisted
rope, gained maximum purchase and pulled the handle all the way
round. This was clearly it, the rope was cut right into her neck
and there was no way back. Again despite being tied, she shook
and then very quickly stopped. Annie kept the pressure on for a
minute or so and then let go. As she did, Fiona's head fell
forward and then to one side. 

Annie pulled back Fiona's head, looked closely, nodded as though
she completed a job well and let it fall forward again. I thought
"bitch, she was supposed to enjoy it like I did". Then, for some
reason she turned off the vibrator that Fiona had had inserted.
She looked over at Jane for a couple of seconds and walked over
to the mattress.  It appeared very matter of fact. Sitting on it,
she strapped down her legs. The handcuffs went on her left hand,
followed by lying down and stretching a strap across her waist.
She reached up, collected the bag and the tape. The bag was
immediately pulled over her head and the tape wound around her
head. The balloon effect and steaming up started as she used the
top strap across her neck. Both hands went to the bag and pushed
it down, removing most of the air, then were pushed behind her
back. There was an audible click and a movement of the shoulders
as she checked they were locked. She must have realised at this
point there was no way back as there were some very rapid
movements of the bag as the little air left was moved in and out
("Good" I thought, "panic and hate it"). Soon the inflations,
even the little ones, stopped. Annie twitched violently twice and
then lay still. After a while spent I look at her and Fiona,
clearly both very dead, I looked at Jane. She was staring at me
with a look in her eye which said to me "I want out"   not true
as I was to find out.

I thought "there is no way you can get away from this. You wanted
it and now you have got it". She looked back at her dead friends,
at me once more and lifted her feet. The blocks pulled back two
to three feet and she was left hanging there. She was still for
four or five seconds before the struggling started. The rope had
already pulled tight and the redness above the white line it made
on her neck was growing. She clearly could still breathe a little
but not much. As she started kicking (I liked the way that her
boots caught the light as she swung around), the rope got tighter
and she stopped get air through. The rope was cutting into her
neck was and the knot had pulled to the left side as it
tightened, pushing her head to one side. I thought "this is not
going to be one of those 20 minute hangs in the stories then" but
then noticed that she had got lower. In fact her feet were nearly
touching the floor; she was still hanging and had started
twitching involuntarily but was also coming down. After half a
minute her feet were on the floor and her body had started
falling to one side, still held up by the rope at her neck. I
looked up and the fixed hook turned out not to be fixed at all.
It was actually attached to a strong wire which had appeared
through a small hole in the ceiling. A few seconds later she was
lying on the floor, noose still very tight but with no extra
upwards pressure. 

I looked carefully and could see no movement, then a slight
twitch. Gradually she came round, the noose still stopping all
the air she needed but not preventing her getting her senses
back. After a couple of minutes she rolled on her back and
started trying to find the key. It took a long time but
eventually she got it and found the keyhole in the right cuff -
she was free. The rope also took time to loosen but was
ultimately pulled off, leaving a clear red mark at a slight angle
across her neck. The next steps were to take the rope off the
hook and put it into a black bag she collected from the box by
the rack. The handcuffs, dildo/vibrator and a glass also went in.
She turned to me "silly bitches, I wanted the experience but not
to really die, just like you". Turning to the hook she gave it
sharp tug and the wire retracted into the ceiling, leaving it
looking like a fixed hook again. "Powered by a motor up above.
Doesn't work if the electricity goes off. Girlfriend I suspect,
but the car crash was a bit over the top. I worked it out but
didn't tell those two, looking at the bodies". She then felt her
neck again "I thought it was not going to work for me either, it
didn't move until I started kicking". 

Jane picked up the black bag "everything I have touched is in
here. Gloves on the whole time. You came in my mouth so no juices
anywhere. I'm touring in Western Ireland and this will be gone
(touching the welt on her neck once again) by the time I am found
and told about this tragedy". I looked down at her and thought
"and me?" I had been standing in 5 inch heels for at least an
hour, I was still tightly bound, there was a tight noose round my
neck and on top of everything else, and I wanted it over,
whatever it was going to be. "Almost forgot" said Jane, unhooking
the rubber strap and attaching it to my stool. She then turned
around, checking everywhere, finally unhooking the black coat
from the end of the rack and putting it on. She raised the hood
and walked towards the door. "Bye" she said, "thanks, I enjoyed
it". As she walked past she simply kicked the stool away and
carried on walking. It took a couple of seconds to realise what
had happened. I heard the door open and shut and then the pain
started   without the compensating pleasure. I don't want this
but I know this time it is for really and there is no way, so in
a few seconds I am going to start jerking and twisting because
this needs to be over with.