Six Short Hanging Stories -- female version
Six short-short stories about hanging and strangling mostly willing victims. I've used a limit of 250 words.
Here are six short-short stories inspired by drawings. They were originally written to a 100 word limit, but I'm raising the limit to 250 so I can furry-ize them.
Making a Difficult Choice
Inspired by the Dolcett drawing, Git85 http://necrobabes.org/dolcett/asphyx_pics/images/git85.gif
Dorcas stood on the tiny platform, naked, hands tied, a noose around her neck. The weasel shifted her weight impatiently from foot to foot, rubbing her thighs together to maintain her excitement.
Miriam climbed up. Simon followed and tied her hands, then fingered her until she was wet.
"I'll jump when you're noosed, you follow when you're ready," Dorcas said.
"Wait," the vixen said, as Simon started to drop the noose over her head. "Hanging's so fast. A minute or less... Maybe... could you bring my spit over and let me try it on for size?"
"Screw this," Dorcas said, "I've got an appointment for dinner. 'Bye." The weaslette jumped. "Gckkk!" She began to kick. Her first orgasm took her before her need for air became desperate. The second arrived just before she lost consciousness.
Simon brought the spit over and positioned it. Miriam bent her knees to feel it enter her tailhole, then farther until she felt the point. The pain was... promising.
"Yes!" The vixen sat down on the spit, which pierced her intestine, her liver, and her diaphragm. She was in agony -- and in ecstasy. Twenty minutes later, both were roasting over the coals.
Hanging Around in the Woods
Inspired by http://www.nyx.net/~anon3a9c/images/HdA-22.jpg
The messenger arrived, his horse nearly dead from exhaustion. When the huns captured a city, they raped and tortured the women. They were only two days away. There had to be a better alternative.
....
About half the femmes in town were already dead when Shannon and Fiona got there. They saw a teenaged mare with a red bow on her dress jump off, struggle violently for maybe half a minute, then sway peacefully.
They dragged two platforms under an unused branch, climbed up, tied their ropes to the branch, and put the nooses around their necks. Fiona clenched her fists as she tensed for the jump.
"Afraid?"
"Y-yes."
"Hold my hand. You can cum from hanging, did you know?"
"Really?"
"Sure. Just pretend Leroy's making love to you."
"Mmmm. Okay, I'm ready."
"On three," the lioness said. "One... Two... Three." Both jumped, their thighs together. The noose pulled tight around the doe's throat. It hurt horribly. She needed air. Then she thought about her boyfriend deep inside her, his hands on her tits. It didn't hurt so much now. It... felt good. An explosion between her legs and... nothing more.
Inspired by a drawing: http://www.nyx.net/~anon3a9c/images/HdA-9.jpg
Hanging Day
Public Hanging Wednesday Dolcett Park Volunteers check in by 9AM
9:30 AM
The first three volunteers were:
- Jenna, a collie bitch
- Rima, a jill-ferret
- Yvette, a ewe
Three trapdoors, three nooses, three volunteers wearing only bustiers and shoes, as tradition demanded.
Jenna climbed the stairs and took her place on the first trap, fitting the noose snug around her neck.
Rima followed, taking the second trap.
Yvette took the third trap, but... was she sure she wanted this?
The jill reached out to give Jen a "goodbye" pat on the cheek. She'd noose herself soon. After Jenna...
Magda and Cari, both pussies, were still undressing. Five more femmes, mostly mustelids, waited for their turns.
For Jenna, her tail wagging excitedly, there was only... anticipation. The hangman's hand was on the lever. In seconds, she would be dangling, dancing.
CLUNK! No breath for Jenna. Never again. Only the noose, tight, so tight around her neck. And the tingling between her legs... an orgasm... then the need to breathe. The collie began struggling for air, but her hands reached down to stroke herself. Everything starting to go gray... and another explosion in her cunt... and...
inspried by http://necrobabes.org/dolcett/asphyx_pics/images/dol_th~1.gif
The Hanging Booth
Rosa went straight to the hanging booth at the County Fair. A gopher girl was bound tightly, a noose around her neck. Rosa watched as several males threw balls at the target, but missed the bulls-eye. Then a bull stepped up to the counter, paid his dollar, and got three balls. Rosa recognized Garth, the pitcher on her high-school softball team.
Garth's first ball hit, "about to shake her booties." The gopher turned around to shake her ass at the bull. Garth smiled at her. She smiled back. "Okay, Vanna, here it comes." He wound up, threw... bulls-eye!
The platform collapsed. Vanna made a choked sound as the noose tightened around her neck. Her eyes watched Garth as she jerked and wriggled in her bonds, then began thrusting her hips at him.
Rosa was sure that the gopher-girl was having an orgasm. She looked at the bull; his eyes were fixed on Vanna's and there was a huge bulge in his pants. After a few minutes, Vanna stopped moving. There was one final convulsion, then her eyes stared fixedly at the horizon. Rosa saw a wet spot spreading on the bull's pants.
Rosa stepped up. "Need someone?"
"Sure do."
"I'd like my legs unbound so I can kick properly."
"No problem."
Victim? or Volunteer?
There was somebody following Lila. He was nearly twenty feet behind when she reached her car, so she dropped her keys. He grabbed her as she stood up. She saw his reflection briefly in the window, a handsome wolf. Figured.
"Please..." begged the sloth, then the garrote silenced her. He ground his erection against her shapely ass as she struggled.
The wire snapped; he ran off, cursing. "Come back," Lila wheezed, pulling off her top and winding her purse's shoulder strap around her neck.
He came back, warily, took the ends of the strap in his hands. The sloth leaned back against the car, her legs spread.
"Please. Kiss me while...?"
The big bad wolf nodded and pulled the strap tight, mashed his lips to hers. Lila hugged him, rubbing her mound against his erection and her erect nipples against his chest. The strangling sensation was overwhelming, but the sloth's desire was stronger. Lila came once before he did, and a second time just before she lost consciousness.
Tom took few pictures of her sightless gaze and bare breasts in various poses for his website. The pretty sloth-girl would get more malefurs off than just him.
Inspired by http://necrobabes.org/dolcett/asphyx_pics/images/dol2002.gif
Box Cars
Demi was already naked when she came into the room. Her fur glowed in the firelight. She climbed up on the chair, put the noose around her neck, then put her hands behind her. Ned tied them tightly.
"Ready?" He asked.
"Yep." The teenaged hamster-girl nodded vigorously.
"Choose your unlucky roll."
"Boxcars."
The lynx pulled the chair away. Demi started kicking almost immediately. Ned watched her kick for a little bit. Then he shook the dice cup and rolled them. "Oh... my!"
Demi looked down: sixes. She knew what that meant: this time she wouldn't be let down.
She struggled desperately, but the decision was made. The fire in her groin grew and grew until it was stronger even than the need to breathe. The hamster came, hard. For a while she was too busy cumming to kick much. Her orgasm lasted the rest of her life.
The lynx stroked her golden fur. "It was good while it lasted. But now I need another slave."