Five More Short-Short Hanging/Snuff Stories
A mix of consensual and non-consensual stories,where the protagonist is hanged or strangled to death. But even in the noncon stories, the victim gets some pleasure out of it.
Each story is between 150 and 250 words long.
Doubt
Bert took off his clothes, one item at a time, a slow strip-tease to entertain his Master. It was making him hot, too: by the time he finished, his fennec-cock was poking out of its sheath.
The jaguar helped Bert up onto a chair, tied his hands, and put a noose around his neck.
"This time, all the way," Master reminded Bert. "Are you ready?"
"I'm not... not sure."
"You have a safeword."
"Yes, I remember it."
"It's use it or lose it time. You have ten seconds... 9...8...
Bert thought. If I don't say it... I'm going to die in this noose
...5...4...
Never breathe again.
...3...
He opened his mouth to say, "chuck," then closed it, firmly. The ultimate experience. I'm not going to miss out on it.
...1...
The fennec's feet slid off the edge of the chair as Master pulled it away.
The rope... so tight... choking him... feet kicking..... Bert struggled in vain for air, for life. But his tail waved in pleasure. He was aware of another need... in his cock... hard, so hard... so.... need to...
Burt spurted, again and again, his semen going out seven feet, eight... his last thoughts feels so good. Yes, oh yes!
By the neck until...
"...hanged by the neck until dead." The judge's gavel banged.
The tiger with a star pinned to his shirt tied Isham's hands together and helped the fox climb onto a small stool. It was happening so frighteningly fast... but also exciting, somehow.
The sheriff dropped a noose around Isham's neck. A short pause, and a push... Bam! the stool fell from under the fox.
Isham fell a foot, before the noose jerked him to a stop. Crushing his neck... hurt so much. No air... The fox started kicking, struggling for breath. There was none. He needed to breathe, so much... It seemed to last forever... His cock started to tingle, getting hard. Roaring in his ears. So hot... Cumming hard.... A monster orgasm was the last thing Isham felt as his world went black.
Calculus Test
Cheyne just didn't "get" Calculus, but the university required it. Finally, in desperation, he sat down next to an orca who was a whiz at math. But a proctor caught him copying Jim's answers.
A quick phone call and the Dean came in, took Cheyne by the arm, and led him downstairs. The rabbit knew what that meant.
Two males, a horse and a dragon, were already dangling, twitching a little. Cheyne knew the rules: he would hang naked. He started removing his clothing. When he got to his briefs, he pushed them down slowly, putting it off as long as he could. But at last, they were down around his ankles and he stepped out of them.
Prof. Lenders took Cheyne's hand, In one smooth motion, he turned the rabbit around, tied his hands, then slipped a noose around his neck.
"Here you go." The Dean and Prof. Lenders pulled on the other end of the rope, lifting Cheyne into the air. The rabbit kicked, struggling for air. But there was no air, never would be again. The noose was strangling Cheyne to death, and there was nothing he could do about it. There was only one final consolation: as he ran out of air, his cock got hard. His deathcum, a last few pulses of almost unendurable pleasure, and... nothing.
Vacation Ruined
When Martin agreed to go on vacation with Ken, the housecat was expecting someplace nice. Maybe New York and the Met. Maybe the grand scenery of Yosemite.
Some vacation. Two-block town in Arizona. Main entertainment: hangings. But -- okay -- lots of sex and bondage.
Then the bear "volunteered" Martin to be hanged.
"Wait..."
Next thing Martin knew, he was in the town square, watching some visitor get fucked while he hanged.
The poor ferret finally died. And Ken was pulling his arm. "C'mon, Martin." Leading him up the steps to the gallows platform. "This is going to ruin my whole weekend," Martin thought.
The hangman, a dragon, slipped a noose around Martin's neck. Click... Thwack! Martin was falling. A sudden stop. The noose pulled tight, so tight. Martin was strangling, struggling.. kicking... Running out of air... lightheaded... funny feeling in his cock... kind of nice... nicer... Maybe the vacation wasn't a total loss after all... Oh Yes!
Snuff Slave
The tiger pulled out a Platinum American Express card.
"What level," Bryan asked.
"Unlimited."
Bryan ran the charge. Approved. "I'm all yours. No limit. No safeword."
"Strip," the tiger told him. "On the bed. Face down. Spread eagle."
Bryan took off his clothes and lay down. The tiger tied his hands and feet to the corners of the bed.
Something cold on the mongoose's tailhole. "Lube? Oh, thank you." The customer put a cord around Bryan's neck. "Ahhh...yes."
He pushed into Bryan, hard. Sudden pain, then pleasure. Bryan felt the tiger's cock rubbing against his prostate, and arched his back as far as he could to match the tiger's movements.
The tiger tightened the cord. Bryan tried to get air, but nothing got past the garrote around his neck. The mongoose twisted beneath tiger, struggling, but he knew... This was it. No more air, never again. His last sensations... the cord tight around his neck.. the need, oh the need for air... the tiger's cock moving in his tailhole, yes. The pleasure in his own cock... his last orgasm, spurting out onto the sheets... ringing in his ears... everything going gray... hot cum flowing inside him... and...