Sarah's Suicide Part 2 : Marvelous Dani

Location: Remote mountain cabin buried under heavy snow.

The fire burned low in the hearth, casting flickering amber glows and elongated shadows that danced across the rough log walls like silent accomplices. Outside, the wind howled softly through the pines, piling fresh drifts against the windows, sealing the world in a blanket of white isolation. Mark had orchestrated the space with meticulous care, turning it into a stage for their twisted ritual. The sturdy ceiling beam overhead bore discreet heavy rigging. From it hung a velvet lined noose attached to an electric winch mounted high and concealed. The winch responded to a small handheld remote with simple buttons, up, down, stop, tethered by a thin cord so it could never slip away. He had presented it to Dani as the pinnacle of their breath play obsession. She would hold the remote. She would decide how tight the rope became, and if she would truly hang. She would control every moment while he focused solely on driving her pleasure to the edge. Total power in her hands. Exactly the way she had once held total power over Sarah.

Dani arrived flushed and eager, her body already humming with need, eyes alight with that same predatory hunger she had worn the day Sarah begged for mercy. Sarah had whimpered and pleaded. I am going to own this. I am going to choose exactly how far it goes.

They took their time with the setup, drawing out every step like exquisite foreplay. Mark bound her in a classic box tie, folding her arms tightly behind her back, pulling her wrists between her shoulder blades. The ropes pressed into her smooth dark skin, carving intricate diamond patterns and leaving deep red impressions where the fibers dug in. Heavy weighted clamps seized her nipples and swollen labia, metal teeth pinching fiercely enough to make her gasp, sending sharp electric pulses through her with every breath. A powerful Hitachi wand vibrator was strapped tightly against her slit with a sturdy leather harness, pressed firmly over her clit and labia, humming low and relentless on its lowest setting, teasing without penetration. Her eyes remained open, wide and dark, drinking in the firelight and the sight of her own body on display.

Before guiding her onto the box, Mark slipped off her drenched black lace thong, the very pair she had worn through the evening, still hot and saturated with her musky essence. Without a word he balled the damp fabric and pressed it to her lips.

Dani's eyes widened, her mouth shut tight. She gave a faint shake of her head, a soft muffled protest, mmph, more surprise than refusal. Mark did not hesitate. He forced the wet lace against her lips and she finally gave way. Mark stuffed her mouth with them and the pungent intimate flavor of her own pussy flooded her tongue.

She let out a small whine, half objection half arousal, body tensing for a moment, yet she did not truly fight. Some part of her craved the suddenness, the degradation. He is just doing this. We did not plan it. Fuck, that is hot.

Then he brought out the wide roll of clear packing tape. He wrapped it slowly and carefully, starting beneath her chin and layering it again and again around her head, over her mouth, across the bridge of her nose, all the way around the back of her skull, sealing the soaked panties inside. The tape was transparent enough to show her swollen lips pressed together, the dark lace tucked within without noticeable bulge, only a faint shadow beneath the smooth glossy surface. She could breathe through her nostrils, barely, but every inhale carried her own cunt's overpowering aroma mixed with the sharp sting of adhesive.

She deeply wished she had told him how lustfull she was before the gag was in. Wishing she had the opportunity to kiss him again. But she flexed her jaw, and the gag was tight. Perhaps a bit too tight. Mark had been a bit more rough with her than she was used to. And it made her melt inside and her pussy throb.

It was not lost on Dani that this is exactly what I did to Sarah. I balled up my own panties, still hot and wet from fucking Mark, and smashed them right against her nose and mouth. Then I wrapped duct tape around and around her head until she was sealed in with my scent, gurgling, choking on the smell of me while she died.

Sarah had hated it, panicked, eyes wide with betrayal, and I laughed right in her face.

Now it is me. My own filthy thong stuffed in my mouth. My own taste and smell consuming me.

Dani remembered how Sarah had died breathing in her scent, ducking helplessly on the perfect duct tape seal. Her frantic panicked eyes darting left and right. Sarah watched as Dani sucked and slurped on Mark's cock, right until she folded into oblivion.

Dani wasn't sure she could get any wetter. She could feel her fussy dripping down her thighs and she squeezed them together.

After the gag was secured, Mark kept going. He retrieved a large black buttplug from the duffle bag, thick and ridged, slicked generously with lube. He bent her forward slightly, parted her cheeks with steady hands, and pushed it in with firm deliberate pressure. Dani breathed deep as best she could through her nose and struggled as the invader was continuously pushed inside of her. Dani gurgled in shock, the initial stretch burning before it settled into heavy overwhelming fullness that made her clench and grind against the Hitachi pressed to her slit. It filled her ass completely, turning every shift into something stuffed and exposed. She loved anal play, but mark typically avoided this. He's really going above and beyond for me. She adjusted in the heels, feeling it move inside her, layering yet more vulnerability and humiliation.

Mark guided her to the box and she struggled to stand up on it. Now on the box beneath the beam, teetering precariously in those glossy black fuck me heels, open toed sky high stilettos that make every shift feel like the edge of a fall. Her flawless white pedicure gleams each time her toes curl dedesperatelthrough the openings in her heels. The noose hangs at chest height, velvet soft and almost inviting. Dani feels like a bitch in heat and smoking hot. She took stock of herself... bound and gagged like this, tall and voluptuous, dark skin shimmering in the firelight, generous breasts heaving with labored breaths, nipples clamped and straining forward, ass perfectly rounded and taut around the plug, thighs slick and trembling. Gawd damn mark must be loving this.

Mark leans in and kisses the side of her taped face, slow and mocking.

"Remember. You are in charge of everything. Hold the remote. Up to tighten. Down to loosen. When you want the big finish just hold the up button and your feet will lift off the box. I will be there before it goes too far.

Dani's heart pounds with dark excitement. Even gagged like this, even tasting and smelling myself the way Sarah did, I still own it.

She nods, tape crinkling damply, and Mark guides her bound hands forward as much as the ropes allow. Her fingers wrap around the controller, cord running up to the winch like a thin lifeline.

As mark turned around to grab something she began to teeter and her mind panicked. But he was back and steadying her hips. "Go ahead and put the noose on yourself" mark said. Excited Dani wasted no time and she leans forward a little and slips the noose over her own head. Swinging her head to clear her hair from the velvetVelvet settles against the clear tape, pressing the gag even tighter against her teeth.

She hits the up bbuttoe. The soft hum coming from above her. She hold it till the ropes slack is gonem.then carefully clicking small ups untill the Rope tightens, snug, perfect. Air thins just enough to make her head swim. The Hitachi pressed to her clit vibrates harder as Mark ramps it up, sending jolts through her core. Wobbly and already close to her first orgasm, these heels are fucking up my balance so bad, perfect.

Mark drags over a matching wooden box and steps up behind her. He presses his body against hers, cock hard and sliding deep into her slick heat in one smooth thrust. Dani gurgles into the gag, tape and panties muffling everything into wet obscene bubbling noises. pumping deep and fast his balls slap against her inner thighs with every thrust, wet heavy smacks filling the quiet cabin, louder than the crackling fire.

He starts slow, long deep strokes, while she teeters in the heels, toes curling, white pedicure flashing. The box is narrow. Every thrust makes her sway. She gurgles louder, spit bubbling out around the tape edges, dripping down her chin onto her clamped tits.

First orgasm hits fast, huge waves crashing through her as Mark's cock fills her, Hitachi buzzing like crazy against her clit. She presses up again mid thrust, click, hum. Noose tightens more. Breath catches through her nose. Tighter, yes, cumming.

She breaks apart, cunt spasming hard around him, walls gripping like a fist, milking him while her body shakes in the heels. Mark groans but keeps going, pounding deeper, balls slapping even louder.

Again, need more.

Gasping through her nose, she presses up once more, rope biting now, air just shallow little sips. Everything feels bigger, his cock stretching her, clamps pinching relentlessly, Hitachi humming, buttplug shifting with every thrust. Second orgasm crashes in right after, harder and meaner, her walls clamping down so tight Mark hisses. So good, dying for this high, but I still control it, just like I controlled her.

Mark's thrusts get rougher. "Look at you, Dani. Gagged with your own piss wet panties, clamped and trembling, hanging yourself for me. Pathetic little copy of Sarah. Thought you were better? You are just wetter. You pissed on her face while she died breathing you in. Now you are the one drooling your own cunt juice down your chin, breathing yourself in."

The words shook Dani and her third orgasm chains right on, brutal and humiliating, cunt squeezing so hard Mark hisses again. She gurgles louder into the gag, spit bubbling around the tape, thick strands trickling down her chin onto her heaving chest. The sound is soggy frantic, exactly like Sarah's last muffled screams.

Mark leans close, voice low and mean against her ear. "Hear that gurgling? That is how she sounded too... remember? Now it is you. Cum again, whore. Show me how much you love dying with your own taste in your mouth"

Fourth orgasm slams into her like lightning, body jerking, heels scraping the box, white pedicure a wild blur. She keeps hitting up, hum, hum, hum, chasing the edge. Marks words buzzing in her head. Dying, she thought to herself. A sliver of doubt in the back of her brain. Had he said dying?

With a muffled scream into the packed panties, she began to try and figure out how to slow things down. She moved the controller in her hands and found the down button, she tapped it once and that's when it all changed.

Mark aggressively stole the controller. Then she heard the hum above her head. Dani reeled in shock.

A loud muffled scream came from behind her taped mouth. A pathetic squeal really.

Her neck stretched and she felt the pressure in her feet lessen ominously. Her head tilted down and to the side and then it was the moment her heels no longer felt the purchase of the box.

The noose squeezed tight instantly, her full weight pulling it tighter. She froze for a moment, not moving a muscle, dangling limp. Marks thrusting the only movement in her.

Panic hits. Breath gone. Her arms and fingers failed behind her back. But Mark was still buried deep inside her, balls smacking against her clit.

Her thoughts break apart.

No, he took it...

Can not breathe, his cock still inside me....

This is exactly how Sarah went, gagged with my panties, taped shut, gurgling, dying while someone fucked above her, breathing in me.

I did that to her. Laughed at her. Now it is me. My own thong choking me. My own cunt taste and smell drowning me.

Sarah died smelling Dani.

Now Dani was dying smsmelling herself. Betrayed, just like I betrayed her, stupid, so fucking stupid. Cumming again, useless to fight it back.

The fifth orgasm rips through her while she hangs, violent shameful, cunt clamping impossibly hard around Mark's cock, walls squeezing in long desperate pulses that pull at him like she is trying to drag him deeper even as her body fights for air, every clench a tight wet grip that makes him swell inside her. Body convulses wildly, heels kicking empty air, white pedicure flashing. She gurgles wetly into the gag, spit bubbling around the tape, thick strings dripping down her chin and onto her heaving tits. She struggles hard in the noose, legs thrashing as if sprinting midair, toes pointed and flexing in the heels, body twisting side to side, bound arms straining against the ropes until the skin burns red, every desperate buck making the buttplug grind deeper and the clamps bite harder. Pain explodes in her head and neck, crushing pressure like her skull is being squeezed in a vice, veins throbbing, neck muscles burning as the velvet digs in, cartilage creaking under the relentless strain.

Mark keeps thrusting slowly now, deliberate, staying buried deep inside her, hips grinding in small circles that keep the Hitachi pressed tight to her clit, prolonging every sensation. As the sixth orgasm begins to build, weak and fading, he leans forward over her shoulder, bringing his face as close as he can to the side of hers, staring into her wide open eyes that are bloodshot and furious.

"Shhh," he whispers, voice soft and almost tender, like soothing a frightened child. "It is almost over, baby. Just let it happen. Almost over now."

The words ignite pure fury in her. Rage explodes through the dying haze, hot and blinding. No. No. No. She does not want this. She does not want to die. How could I be so fucking stupid? I thought I was smarter than her. I thought I was untouchable. I thought he would never turn on me the way I turned on her. I thought I was the one holding the leash. Stupid. So fucking stupid. I mocked her for begging, for panicking, for cumming while she drowned in my scent. And here I am, doing the exact same thing. Clenching around him, dripping for him, hating every second and still unable to stop. Did Sarah feel this too? This furious helpless heat? This body that would not stop cumming even when the mind begged it to stop? Did she rage like this, trapped in her own betrayal, hating every second of the unwanted ecstasy? The thought makes me want to scream. I should have seen it. I should have known. I am not special. I am just another stupid whore who thought she could play his game and win. I hate myself for this. I hate myself for letting it feel good. I hate myself for still cumming while I die. I hate you, Mark. I hate you. I hate you.

The sixth orgasm drags out, slow and agonizing, building against her will, walls fluttering uselessly, body jerking in prolonged aftershocks that refuse to end. Vision tunnels. Terminal aromas assault her, her own musky cunt dominating from the soiled panties sealed in her mouth, blended with the faint metallic tang of sweat soaked skin, perspiration drenching her form, the subtle woodsmoke from the fire. Terminal sounds reverberate in her ears, her own sodden gurgling surging, the incessant drone of the Hitachi pressed to her clit, Mark's soothing mocking voice fading, his balls pressing tight one final time as he groans and fills her, hot cum flooding deep inside. Terminal thoughts whirl, the acrid saline flavor of her filthy panties saturating her tongue, choking her with every abortive gulp. The pressure in my head is splitting me apart, everything pounding, neck on fire, forcing my head down, down, and oh god I can see my feet now, my sexy heels dangling so hot, white toes peeking out through the open toes, legs looking so long and perfect just inches above the crate. My tits thrust out and jiggling erotically, full and heavy, nipples still clamped and straining, so fucking sexy even now. I try to will my legs to kick, to move, to fight, but they refuse, heavy and useless, only a tiny flutter of my toes in the open toes of the heels, a final pathetic twitch. I do not want to die. I hate you. My body is still cumming. I hate that it feels good. I hate that you are inside me. I hate that I can feel you getting close. I do not want to go. I do not want to go. I do not want to go. I can feel the darkness rushing in, cold and heavy, swallowing the firelight, swallowing everything. No, please, not yet. I am not ready. I hate you. I hate this. I hate that it feels like this. Everything fading, fading. The buzzing in my pussy...

god my panties taste terrible is the last fleeting thought Dani has as her own dark oblivion settles in and takes her.

Mark Can feel her give up but he stays buried inside her a moment longer, feeling the final weak clenches around him, then slowly pulls out, his seed leaking from her in thick glistening trails mixed with her own slick, dripping down her thighs to join the floor below. He watches her fingers flexing weakly behind her back, a last futile twitch against the ropes, then still.

As her form stills utterly, a tepid urine stream dribbles down her inner thighs, accumulating on the floor below, the final relinquishment of dominion ebbing in a hushed mortifying pool.

He believes she is departed, but to confirm, he reaches out and savagely yanks the nipple clamps away in a single ferocious tug, the metal ripping free with a sharp snap, sending fresh waves of pain through her lifeless nerves. Surprise, her body yields a faint reflexive shudder, a concluding gasp of muscular recollection, but nothing further, affirming she is irrevocably gone.

He lowers her down tenderly, arranges her on the rug, still exquisite, marked, noose slack around the profound violet band like adornment she selected herself.

Outside the snow persists in descending heavily, obscuring all.

Mark settles down into a chair, his erection softening. He reaches for the glass of wine he decanted for her that she will never sip.

Lifts It to his lips.

Marvelous, he utters softly.