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The Bride
by Damien (address withheld)
***
The groom slips the noose over his bride's head. She
gives a startled gasp as the weight of the knot settles
against her neck, but she stands straight and proud
while he adjusts the knot snugly under her ear. (MF,
cons-sn, hanging, bride)
***
Author's Note: Just so you know, this is a snuff story.
This story includes descriptions of a woman being hanged
to death, while others watch and have an orgy. Lethal,
consensual. I didn't *make* you read this story. If you
think it's badly written, that's one thing. But if you
don't like stories about people getting strangled to
death while having sex, don't blame anybody but
yourself.
***
Picture this, if you will:
An outdoor wedding. Folding chairs set up, the groom's
friends and relatives on one side of the aisle, the
bride's on the other. As often happens, about 20% of the
guests consider themselves friends of both and choose a
side at random, or based on where their other friends
are sitting. Most of the male guests are in the standard
suit and tie, and the female guests are in formal
dresses.
Music is provided by a keyboard and amp, while the
groom's closest friends act as ushers to help seat the
other guests. The groom and best man climb onto the
stage and stand on one side of the judge. The groom
wears a powder blue tuxedo. The best man and ushers are
in slightly darker blue tuxes, the judge of course in a
black robe.
The music changes to a more formal theme as the flower
girl walks down the aisle, followed by the bridesmaids
in their frilly, pale rose outfits. A short pause, then
the matron of honor walks down the aisle in a slightly
fancier version. The tension rises, but the guests
chatter on.
A couple of loud chords warn the guests to quiet down,
then the music changes to the traditional processional
from "Lohengrin". The bride walks slowly down the aisle
on her father's arm. She is dressed in the traditional
white gown, veil, train, heels, everything the well-
dressed bride will wear.
"Ginny, honey, are you sure you want to go through with
this?" Her father whispers. "Your mother and I will
stick by you if you change your mind."
"Yes Father. I've decided. But thank you very much for
your support. It's a difficult choice, but I've made it.
This is what I want."
At last they reach the bottom of the aisle and climb the
steps to the stage, about three feet off the ground. The
bride's mother is weeping openly now as her husband and
daughter take up their position on the other side of the
judge. The music stops. The guests sit hushed trying to
keep their attention on the bridal party, but constantly
distracted by the noose that dangles near the front edge
of the makeshift stage.
The judge begins. "My friends, we are gathered together
to join together a man and a woman under the laws of
this state. If any here present know of any legal block
to this marriage, let them speak now or forever hold
their peace." He pauses a short time, then proceeds.
"Do you, Frank, take this woman Virginia to be your
lawful wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this
moment forward, until death do you part?"
"I do."
"Do you, Virginia, take this man Frank to be your lawful
wedded hangman, to have and to hold, from this moment
forward, until death do you part?"
(Gulp) "I do."
"The ring..."
The best man gives the ring to the groom. He looks into
the bride's eyes and takes her hand, then puts the ring
on her finger. They continue holding hands for a few
moments before turning back to the judge, who pulls a
black cap on over his wig.
"By the authority vested in me by this state and county,
I now pronounce you hangman and wife. You may hang the
bride."
The groom whispers to the bride "Are you really sure you
want to do this? I can still take you home and pretend
this is a normal wedding. I can make you happy, I
promise you."
"Frank, no. This is what I want. You're a dear to offer
me an out, but I wouldn't have married you if you hadn't
agreed to this. Besides, I know you're really looking
forward to it too."
"Well, yes, I am, actually, but still..."
"It's what I came here for."
"OK, sugar bun, I guess... it's your neck..."
Ginny steps to the edge of the stage and, turning,
throws her bouquet. The youngest bridesmaid, less than a
month past her eighteenth birthday, catches it. She
gives the groom a look that says, as clearly as words,
"You're mine next."
The bride crosses her wrists behind her so he can tie
them together. Then she turns to face the groom. He
removes her veil so everyone can see her face.
Ginny's mother breaks into loud sobbing, and the father
climbs quickly down to comfort her as best he can.
Virginia walks over to stand on the carefully painted X
near the edge of the stage.
The groom slips the noose over her head. She gives a
startled gasp as the weight of the knot settles against
her neck, but she stands straight and proud while he
adjusts the knot snugly under her ear.
"Don't forget my legs," she whispers, "I don't want to
ruin the effect of my dress."
He quickly kneels down and straps her ankles together.
Then he stands up and takes her in his arms. They kiss
hungrily. She rubs her body against him, feeling his
erection through both their clothes.
At last, panting, she breaks the kiss and looks at him,
waiting.
He steps back off the hinged trap to a lever, then
motions for her to face the audience. She turns and
looks out at the faces watching her, feeling their
combined support for her decision, but also knowing
that... they are waiting to see her hang.
She stands, waiting, trembling only slightly. The
seconds seem to drag on and on. She begins to have
doubts... is he going to go through with it? She feels
the noose snug around her neck and anticipates it...
tightening, squeezing the life out of her... her
dangling by her neck... the pain... the helplessness...
strangling... forever...
As she thinks about it, she feels herself get excited -
but also fear.
She knows it will hurt an awful lot. Maybe she should
cancel this... She's almost ready to turn her head and
tell him she's changed her mind, when...
Thwap! fwap! fwap! The trap door falls from under her
and bounces a few times.
She gasps as she starts to fall, but no noise comes out
- the rope jerks tight around her neck and the room
appears to tilt as the knot pushes her head to one side.
She hadn't realized just how much it would hurt, having
all her weight on her neck. She should have called it
off, but it's too late now. She jerks her legs up and
down, feeling for someplace to stand, but the floor is
still over a foot away.
The neat rows of chairs turn into chaos. Most of the
guests are already paired off and seek a position that
allows them to enjoy each other without losing a good
view of the bride's struggles.
Every time Ginny tries to kick, the knot jerks tighter
and hurts more.
She tries to hang quietly and succeeds for a little
while...
In the audience, some couples are adopting a modified
rear-entry position with the woman leaning on the chair
in front. That way she can still watch the hanging.
A few couples are keeping their hands and fingers busy
with each other so that both can stay seated and watch
the stage.
After perhaps half a minute, Ginny runs out of air. Her
chest hurts and she can't hold her breath anymore!
She manages to force the stale air in her lungs out past
the constriction around her neck, then her chest muscles
spasm and manage to pull in a little air. Not enough,
and she's still choking. She tries again, but the rope
feels like steel around her neck.
Then she realizes that this is what she chose. This is
what she got married for. She _chose_ to die like this,
hanging by a rope around her neck. Her neck hurts and
her body is ready to panic from that suffocating feeling
in her lungs, but she wants to enjoy every moment of it.
She gives in to the struggle and lets her instincts take
over.
The groom stares at his young bride's death struggles,
horrified, but also fascinated. His iron hard-on is
painful in his tight tuxedo trousers. He unzips his
pants and starts to jack off, but the youngest
bridesmaid comes over and grabs it. She leads him
gently to the edge of the stage, then jumps lightly to
the floor. He glances at her and notices the same "your
mine" look, just before she takes him in her mouth. He
turns his head to watch his bride's performance; the
bridesmaid grabs his hips and turns his body slightly so
she can see too.
Virginia tugs at the rope around her wrists, trying to
get her hands free and loosen the noose, but it's tied
too well. She can't budge it.
Her knees pull up to her chest, then thrust down hard,
bouncing her up and letting her get a tiny breath. Again
and again... but each time it's a little harder. She's
getting tired... weak from lack of air...
Her bouncing movements pull the noose ever tighter
around her neck... now she can't breathe at all. Her
eyes grow wide and her face turns red. She feels a
delicious sensation beginning between her legs... tries
to rub her thighs together... frustrated by the bindings
at her ankles. She struggles, but weakly now.
The audience's movements become more frantic as they see
the bride's struggles slow down. A few have already come
and are relaxing in the afterglow, watching as Virginia
starts to fade.
The groom moans as the bridesmaid slides her lips
rapidly up and down his erect cock, her tongue flicking
over the sensitive area right under the head.
Ginny hears a high-pitched buzzing and realizes it won't
be long now. She is at peace, hanging by her neck,
barely aware of the reflexive heaving of her chest
muscles. What little awareness remains is concentrated
between her legs now.
The groom groans as he erupts in the bridesmaid's eager
mouth. She swallows eagerly without stopping her rapid
motion, and he screams as the pleasure whites out his
consciousness.
Ginny's face turns purple as she hangs, twitching a
little. She feels a huge explosion between her legs and
the everything goes away in a high-pitched red blur.
At last her face is a deep purple and even the twitching
of her legs and chest slow down and stop. Her muscles
relax and her body hangs limply.
The bridesmaid feels her own orgasm start as she watches
Ginny's movements stop. Her free hand steals down
between her legs to add pleasure. A little bit of semen
that she hadn't managed to swallow dribbles from her
relaxed mouth.
The audience breathes a collective sigh and starts
cleaning themselves up and straightening their clothes.
The groom regains control of himself to find himself
being partly supported by the bridesmaid, his bride now
hanging limp in the noose.
The teenager helps him rearrange his tuxedo, then looks
up at him and jumps up and down eagerly. "Me next! Me
next!"
"Hey, don't I ever get to marry somebody and keep her
for awhile?"
"I'm sure you can find somebody if that's what you
really want. But admit it... you enjoyed the hell out of
this."
"Well, yes..."
The keyboardist strikes up the recessional and the groom
and bridesmaid walk back up the aisle. The audience
follows them to the huge buffet brunch set up in the
pavilion.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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