Short-short stories part 10
Short-short stories (300 words or less) themed around snuff, hanging, and strangling
More short-short stories, with three different themes:
- Glory Hole Executions
- Western-Style Hangings, with Attitude
- Four Clones
These stories are written to a target length of 250 words, but I went a few words over in a couple of cases.
Theme and Variations: Glory Holes
One word on the door: "Terminal." You knew or you didn't.
Webster bought a drink, asked an usher for a tour. The stalls weren't much: 8' square, bare floor or thin carpet, a hole in the wall -- and one more thing. It was that extra that made the wolverine stare, gasp, his cock hardening.
- A trapdoor and noose.
- A guillotine.
- A padded table.
- A chair with straps and a loop of rope. In some rooms just the hole. The wolverine wondered about those...
He bought two more drinks while he thought about options.
Hanging 1
"This one." Palmer went into the stall, took his clothes off, and knelt on the trapdoor, his mouth 2" from the hole. The usher put the noose around his neck.
"Do you want it quick or slow?"
"Quick."
The usher adjusted the noose. "Your executioner will be here soon."
A canine cock came through the hole. Palmer wrapped one hand around it and started sucking. The panther stretched it out, licking the head, running his lips along the bottom, giving the dog as much pleasure as he could.
"Oh, yesssss!" from the other side. Palmer tasted semen. Yum. The panther dropped his hands to his sides but kept sucking, his tail curling up into the air in anticipation. Then he was falling, his mouth full of semen. There was a huge pleasure between Palmer's legs. He heard a sound like a wet stick breaking. His neck hurt. Then nothing.
The executioner turned to look at the TV screen, which showed the view from beneath the floor. The panther's body dangled, turning slowly in the noose, his head tilted left and back at an impossible angle, semen spurting from his cock, and a little globule of white at one corner of his mouth.
Guillotine
The genet got on her hands and knees, her head through the hole. The usher locked the lunette around her neck. Jasmine waited... a long time. At least half an hour, maybe longer.
The door opened behind her. The genet raised her tail. She felt fingers in her twat, then spreading the juices onto her clit. Rubbing it. Yes, so nice. Then she felt something thicker, hotter. Moving inside her. It felt so good. Jasmine pressed back, wanting him deeper. "More...?" she pleaded.
The unseen executioner obliged, sliding deeper into her, deep, fast, faster...
She felt hot liquid squirt inside her and knew what was next. She was cumming, hard, when the sharp pain hit. Then the world seemed to tilt and spin; it made her dizzy. Then blackness.... and nothing.
The squirrel felt the genet's cunt contract around him as her neck was severed. So tight. He kept fucking her, cumming, spurting again and again in the pleasure of her tightness. Harold stopped when he became too flaccid to stay in. He pulled some tissues from the box next to the body and cleaned himself off. Zipped himself up and left. Opening the door signaled the crew to come take the genet's body away and ready the room for the next customer.
Strangling
A hand offered a terrycloth belt through the hole. Russel looped it around his neck, crossed the ends, handed them back. A circumcised penis followed. The Javanese took it into his mouth and started moving. He moved faster as moaning noises came through the hole. The belt tightened; it was harder to suck, but he used his cheeks. Tighter... but he still did his best, enjoying the noises through the hole.
The belt loosened, and Russel remembered... Yes. His hand drifted down to play with his cock. He sucked faster, harder, and the belt tightened slowly. he tasted the first spurt of cum in his mouth. The belt tightened again and Russel couldn't breathe. The cat's tail curled up in anticipation and he rubbed himself as semen filled his mouth. He stayed that way, jacking off, then started squirming.
After a minute, he struggled harder. His hands grabbed at the belt and pulled, trying to loosen it. Nothing worked. The cat's struggles gradually weakened, and at last Russel just sat back on his knees, gazing at the wall. His final orgasm shook his body as he came onto the floor, one last convulsion of pleasure.
A few minutes later the cat's eyes grew empty. His face was a dark blue, almost purple. He sagged and only the belt around his neck kept his body from falling to the floor. The executioner held on another minute, then let go and pushed the button to summon the disposal team.
Impalement
Trent lay on the padded table, his legs bent, ass sticking out. The attendant strapped him in, then wheeled the table so the coyote's butt was against the wall. Trent waited, already half-erect. Time passed...
The coyote felt something pressing against his tailstar, sliding into him, nice. Then the point pressing... sharp pain as it punctured the top of his rectum. He bit his lip, but his erection stiffened. Deep breaths. More pain as the spit slid through his middle. Hurt! The coyote panted hard, suppressing the urge to scream And more pain... almost unbearable... Almost there. Unbearable pain! Trent tried to scream, but couldn't draw breath. Pain, overwhelming, a pulsating pleasure arising from deep inside the coyote's balls and spreading through his body. One final, clamping pain, then...nothing.
Drowning
The hare pulled her clothes off and climbed into the tank. The attendant strapped her in, her bottom tightly against the hole in the wall, then closed the lid.
Soon there was a gurgling noise and the tank started to fill. The water was warm, comfortable, comforting. For now.
Something warm and wet pressed pushed slowly into Bonita's rear opening.
The level in the tank rose while Bonita's executioner fucked her ass. She felt the warm cock thrusting hard and deep and began to hyperventilate in preparation for the inevitable.
Bonita took one last deep breath just before the water reached her mouth. This was it! The hare began to struggle. Her legs kicked, and her hands tried to pull the restraints free. The water kept rising.
Bonita couldn't take it any more. Her mouth opened and the air came bubbling out, then she tried to inhale, getting only a lungful of water for her trouble. Her hands came up and clutched her throat. She was choking on water. A little longer and she would be...
The hare felt the heat as the executioner came inside her. She came, her cunt convulsing with pleaure. She needed air more than ever, but there was only water, choking her, her hands trying to control the flow.
The world faded out and went away. The executioner pulled out, zipped up, and left. Two attendants came in and removed the body, ears now drooping and sopping wet. are
Shooting
Mort looked at the hole in the wall. "Is that for what I think?"
"If you think it's for a rifle, yes."
"Good." The water buffalo undressed, stood against the far wall and let the attendant fasten the straps around him.
"There's no sex in this one, so it'll be a few minutes."
"I'm not going anywhere."
The buffalo stood there for some time. His erection was getting painful, but eventually the muzzle of a 30-06 came through the hole.
"Yes!" Mort hadn't thought he could get any harder, but here he was, his cock straining upward toward the ceiling.
A voice on the other side of the wall said, "Ten seconds...nine...eight..."
Why couldn't they have left me a hand free to jack off with? the water buffalo thought.
"...two...one..."
Pre-cum leaking out of the tip... C'mon!
There was a sharp, loud noise. The bullet tore through the buffalo's ribcage and took a chunk out of the right side of his heart. The pain -- broken bones, torn flesh, heart stuttering -- was unbearable. Mort came, semen spraying out of his cock, arcing up through the air to land on the floor ten feet away.
The pain ended a few seconds later when another bullet went through the victim's head.
"You're welcome," the voice said.
Garrote Chair
The usher strapped Jared to the chair: ankles, thighs, chest, left arm and hand -- but his right hand was free to touch his cock. The usher draped a silken cord around the lemming's neck, with the ends through the hole behind him.
"I'm not really sure..." the lemming told the attendant.
"I'll find you somebody," he promised.
Jared waited nearly an hour, then the cord constricted suddenly, cutting off his breath. He's going to kill me.
But the cord loosened after a few seconds. Jared gasped, took a deep breath.
"Ready for the next?" a voice asked.
"Ye-Yes."
The cord tightened again. Twenty seconds. Again and again, longer each time. Jared started slowly jacking a little after one minute. At nearly two minutes he was almost ready, but everything went grey, then black before he could cum.
Jared woke up, sprawled out on the floor with the cord dangling loose from his neck.
"You're now experienced everything except actually dying. Want to go through with it?
"Yes."
"Four deep breaths, then no more, ever."
Jared took the four breaths, holding the last one. The cord tightened again. The lemming started rubbing right away, slowly. That strangled feeling came over him again, and he rubbed faster.
Seconds went by. Everything was turning red. Jared squeezed himself hard, rubbing as fast as he could; a giant orgasm took the lemming and held him, while his vision darkened and faded away.
Hanging 2
The usher tied Hubert's hands, then stood him with his back to the glory hole. He slipped a noose around the loris's neck.
"Quick or slow?" the bat asked.
"Slow."
"We'll get you somebody right away."
A few seconds later Hubert felt fingers spread something cold on his pucker, then something warm pushing into him. The executioner moved slowly at first, then faster, then hard. It hurt a little, but a good hurt. Then hard, deep thrusts, all the way, and the loris felt hot semen spurting inside him.
The trapdoor opened a few seconds later. The loris dropped a few feet, then felt the pain as the noose pulled tight, squeezing his throat shut.
Hubert dangled quietly, enjoying the pain, the strangling sensation, the tingling sensation in his cock. His tail waved proudly. Until... he needed to breathe. Choking, couldn't get air. His feet began to kick involuntarily. Hubert's hands twisted, trying to get loose, but the usher had tied them well. The loris ran in mid-air, feeling for floor, anything to stand on, but there was no support for him, only the noose squeezing his airway shut... forever.
The tingling grew, spread, into his balls, up to his nipples. Pleasure! Unbearable pleasure all over his skin, whiting out his thoughts. The loris's feet kicked weakly, then gradually stilled. Hubert dangled, tiny tremors in his legs and arms. Then his eyes gradually closed and all movement stopped.
The crew came to prepare the stall for the next volunteer.
Theme and Variations: Western Style Hangings With Attitude
I'll Always Love You
"Gonna hang you, Suzanna Newton."
"Oh Yes! Would you like me to dance naked?"
"Sure!"
The marten turned away, took her blouse off, and slowly turned back. Then her bra, her skirt, her shoes, and at last her panties. She did a slow turn after each one to let him get a good look at her, her tail straight out behind her.
"Wow!" Monty said.
Suzanna put a foot in the stirrup and swung up onto her horse, then crossed her wrists behind her. The bobcat rode up beside her and tied them tightly. The bobcat led her horse under the tree and slipped the noose around her neck.
"Any last words?"
"I'll always love you."
Monty flicked Suzanna's horse with his crop, and it bolted out from under her. The marten dangled quietly a few seconds, then remembered: she was doing this to entertain Monty. She bicycled her feet rapidly, then started kicking, one foot, then the other, tail waving.
After about thirty seconds the marten's need for air became overwhelming. She lost control. Her feet tried to climb an invisible ladder, then frantically moved in all directions.
Suzanna's final orgasm took her; her feet came together and her pelvis rocked back and forth. Her legs began moving again, weaker, slower, then just a few little kicks, then she dangled limp.
The marten's left foot twitched once, then her eyes stared vacantly at the sky.
The bobcat reached out to touch her ass, semen dripping from his cock.
He needed killin'
"Gonna hang you Mike Robey."
"Sure. 'Course y'are. I kilt him daid, thet banker. He needed killin', mind ya. A mean one. And thet judge, he sentenced me to hang by the neck until dead."
"Strip!"
The jaguar sat down on a tree stump. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, then his undershirt. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them off, one leg, then the other. He bent over, untied his shoes and kicked them off, then pulled off his socks. The jaguar looked at the waiting males, and reluctantly pulled his boxers down, then stepped out of them. He got up on the waiting horse. A wolf and an impala pulled his forepaws behind him and tied them tightly. They led the horse under the ash tree where the noose waited. Winton rode up and slipped the noose over the jaguar's head, then snugged it up with the knot behind Mike's neck.
"Any last words?"
"I ain't got no regrets. Jest do it."
Winton gave the horse a flick of his whip. Mike's horse bolted out from under him and he started his dance, his feet kicking back and forth. He kicked faster and faster, then slower, weaker. A flurry of little kicks and he hung still, a small smile on his lips, his eyes on Winton. Then they unfocused, looking blankly at the grassy plain.
The males rode away, except Winton, who stayed for the full hour before riding off to fetch the undertaker.
Off The Palomino
The naked chinchilla walked between two males: a duiker and a weasel. The weasel held him by the elbow, but he acted as if they were an honor guard. He stopped under the old oak tree.
"Gonna hang you, Colin Abney."
"Yep. Thanks for bringing the palomino; at least I can go out riding my favorite mare." He put a foot into the stirrup. "Help me up?"
The weasel put a hand under Colin's ass and boosted him into the saddle. The sheriff led the horse under a solid-looking branch. A deputy handed him a lasso; the springbok twirled it and threw, getting it around the chinchilla's neck the first try. The sheriff threw the free end over the branch; the stag tied it around the trunk.
"Any last words?"
"My neck is too short; Virgil always got a dollar more than I did 'cause of his perfect neck. You be sure to leave me up there until it's at least an inch longer, you hear?" "Sure, Colin."
The springbok slapped the palomino's rump and it ran out from under Colin. He kicked for a while, then his face got that "gonna cum" look and both legs stretched down, feet pointed. His hips thrust a few times, and a small wet spot appeared his trouser leg. His lips parted in a satisfied smile, then his feet kicked a few more times, then went still.
When they took him down that evening, his neck had stretched nearly two inches longer.
Theme and Variations: Four Clones, Four Acts
The curtain rises on a stage divided into a living room and kitchen. A marmot in a bath towel sits on a couch reading a book. The cover has only title and author on a monochrome background -- obviously a porn novel. His hand moves idly, rubbing the bulge in his lap. He puts the book down, goes into the kitchen, and heads for the refrigerator, then stops as he notices a noose dangling in one corner.
The marmot looks at the noose curiously, walks around it, looks through it, looks at it edge-on. Finally he shrugs his shoulders and puts it on. He pulls it snug, and turns his head from side to side, feeling the rough hemp against his neck then reaches to take it off.
The rope suddenly pulls him up several feet into the air. The startled expression on his face is priceless. His towel falls to the floor leaving him naked as his feet kick rapidly. His hands flutter at chest level, as if unsure what to do. Over the next thirty seconds his expression changes to fear, then to resignation, then the "it hurts so good" of orgasm as semen jetted from his cocktip. His kicking gradually slows down.
He dangles quiet, unmoving, for over a minute. Then his legs contract slowly, raising his knees almost to his chest. His feet come down again. This repeats two more times, then his body somehow becomes even more limp.
After another minute, the curtain falls.
Act Two
The curtain rises again. What looks like the same marmot sits reading a slightly different porn novel: this one has a drawing of a noose on the cover. One hand rubs his cock rapidly. After a while he stops, looking disgruntled. Then his face lights up.
He goes into the kitchen, sees the noose, and gives a tiny smile. He opens the freezer, takes out a one-dish meal, and heats it up in the microwave. While it's cooking, he stares at the noose. He sits down and eats the food, savoring each bite. Then he gets up, drops the package in the trash and his fork in the sink.
He drags a chair over to the noose, climbs up, puts the noose around his neck and pulls it snug. His hand reaches down and to grasp his penis, rubbing it gently. He kicks the chair over and dangles in mid-air, his legs kicking frantically, frantically rubbing his cock.
His kicking gradually slows down, but his hand speeds up. He has an almost there expression on his face, then an explosion of joy as white blobs spray high into the air, then fall to the floor.
The marmot's hands drop to his sides. His legs kick weakly a few times, then go still. A minute goes by, his feet kick once, then go still. His face is blue.
Curtain.
Act Three
The curtain rises. He's wearing a bathrobe and reading a book. A panda, a leopard, a polar bear, and a fox run in and grab him. They slap and punch him into submission. Crying, he sheds his bathrobe.
The panda takes him "missionary", pelvis tilted, legs in the air, thrusting into his tailhole again and again, while the leopard half-strangles him with the bathrobe belt. The panda finally finishes, pulling out to cum on the marmot's belly.
The leopard puts the marmot on his hands and knees and takes him from behind, while the fox pushes his erection into the marmot's mouth. He sucks it in and out a few times, looking disgusted, then starts moving his head up and down. After a couple of minutes, the fox grabs his head and moves it faster, then grunts loudly, pulls out, and coats the marmot's face with semen. The leopard cums inside soon after.
The bear grabs the marmot and turns him over, then spreads his cheeks and pushes into his tailstar. The bear thrusts again and again, and finally hilts himself in the marmot, grunting in pleasure.
After the intruders leave, the marmot goes into the kitchen, gets a rope out of a drawer., ties a noose, gets up on a chair and ties the rope to the ceiling fan. He puts the noose around his neck, pauses a moment, then kicks the chair away. Hee kicks for a few minutes, then goes still.
Curtain.
Act Four
Another clone, fully clothed, reading and making notes. Offstage sound something breaking; a koala and a rhino run in. They demand blowjobs. The marmot spits in the koala's face. They grab him; one manages to pull his hands behind him, and the other fastens his wrists with a ziptie.
The rhino unzips and pushes his cock in the marmot's face. The marmot tries to bite it, but the rhino pulls back just in time, then slaps him, hard.
The other one unzips. "Last chance," he says.
The marmot shakes his head No.
The two grab him by the elbows and drag him into the kitchen. The rhino takes a length of rope out of the satchel they brought. He ties a noose. The marmot struggles, but the rhino gets it over the marmot's head and around his neck.
They pull a chair under the ceiling fan. The koala climbs up and runs the rope over the fan blades, then pulls on the rope, forcing the marmot to climb up on the chair or be strangled. He ties the rope to the fan, then jumps down.
"Two blowjobs would have taken less than ten minutes, and you could have lived," says the rhino.
The marmot curses him. The rhino pulls the chair out. The marmot struggles, writhing and kicking for a few minutes, then his movements become random, purposeless. He hangs quietly for maybe thirty seconds, then his feet kick just once. His body dangles, swaying slightly.
Curtain.