The Many Perils of Annie: Social Media Live Snuff Hanging

Alone in the house, Annie locked all the doors, turned off the lights, and went into the bedroom. She dropped all her clothes on the floor and examined herself in the mirror. She was hot and she knew it. Then she went into the bathroom and got in the shower......... a long, hot soapy shower. Shampoo and conditioner, and body wash. She had to use the blow dryer to clear the steam from the mirror, and then blew dry her curly blonde hair and brushed it thoroughly. Wrapped in a towel, she opened the bathroom door and went into the bedroom. She stopped and stared at the bed, something was wrong. The covers on the bed were messed up, it had been neatly made.

Somebody grabbed her from behind, one hand over her mouth, and the other hand holding a very long knife near her throat. He pushed her onto the bed, across the bed, face down. He wrapped a twisted pillow case across her mouth and tied it behind her neck, effectively silencing her. Then he pulled her right arm up to the far bedpost, and snared her wrist in a rope he had already placed there. Then he slowly pulled her left arm over to the other bedpost and secured it there. This forced Annie onto her back. She caught a glimpse of his nude body, his cock hard and bigger than any she had ever seen.

Annie pressed her legs together while he threw a snare around her right ankle. The rope was over the side of the bed. Then he snared her left ankle with a rope from this side of the bed. She started to try to scream through the gag. He put the long knife to her throat and shook his head, his long blonde hair hanging down on both sides of his face. Annie became silent. He slowly pulled the rope from under the bed, forcing her right leg to the edge of the bed. Then he pulled another rope, cleverly rigged to her left leg, and pulled her legs apart spread eagle.

He knelt between her legs and pulled the towel away from her body. 'damn' he whispered in admiration. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her away from the headboard, stretching her arms straight and making her breasts slosh back and forth with the movement. He bent forward, and Annie turned her head to one side. She could feel the heat from his cock just an inch away from her exposed and helpless pussy. She was scared ............ was he going to rape her and leave? knife her? strangle her? That cock alone looked big enough to kill her. She moaned into the gag.

He leaned over and took her left breast in his mouth, and started to move his tongue in a circle around her hard nipple. Slowly. About the same speed as the second hand goes around a clock. A full minute to make one circle. Then another. And another. Ten times, ten minutes. His mouth the only thing touching her body, but the heat of his body and his cock was just an inch above her all the while. Then he slowly dragged his tongue down the side of her breast, across her chest, and up the other breast. Took her right breast into his mouth and started the same slow circle...... one minute, 5 minutes, 10 minutes. Annie was scared of him, and she was scared of her own body right now.......... her body was responding with sexual pleasure and desire. She tried to control her breathing because the gag didn't let her get enough air to breath hard.

He pulled himself back to his knees, his hard cock sticking straight out over her body. He took her by the hips again and pulled her back and forth, watching her breasts as they jigged and bounced back and forth, her erect nipples dancing on top. He leaned back down, put his tongue between her breasts, and started to slowly drag it down. His long hair dragged down her body too. Down her chest, down to her belly, His tongue found her navel and explored it thoroughly. Annie tried not to tremble but still did. Than his tongue started moving lower..........

His tongue went lower and lower, so slow. He stretched himself out flat on the mattress, his tongue just above her pussy. His hands moved up the outside of Annie's hips and grasped her waist. He licked down the left side of her vulva, then back up and down the right side. Then he placed his tongue right in the middle, barely touching her, and started to lick up and down. Anne caught her self tensing up and almost lifting her hips to help, and fought down the urge. But she couldn't stop trembling. His tongue moved slowly up and down, increasing pressure, parting her lips and gradually going further down into her pussy, until he was tonguing all the way in. He slipped his tongue down past 'the corner' and pressed inside he as far as it would go. Then he slid up to her clit and started to undulate, slowly, without stopping. Annie's body tensed, she tried to pull her knees up but he had his hands around her waist and his arms across her legs and she could only strain against them. The ropes around her wrists pulled tighter as she pulled and she bit her teeth into the gag hard. Then she was convulsing with the 'forcegasm' she didn't want but couldn't help. He kept his tongue on her, extending her cum to an unbelievable time.

He got back to his knees, his cock once again straight out over her. He put his hands to Annie's breasts and started to knead them and caress them. He rubbed slowly across them, letting her nipples flick up between each of his fingers. Slowly he lowered his body closer to hers, and she could feel that heat again. There was a brief contact from his cock and Annie squeezed her eyes shut. Then his cock pressed harder on her, parting her lips and sliding up the slick wet path to her clit. He took his hands from her breasts and took his weight on his elbows, and started to gently rub his cock back and forth over her clit, slowly increasing the length of his thrust, slowly getting closer to the edge that would slide his cock inside of her. Annie started to thrash, pulling at the ropes on her wrists, trying to squirm her hips out from under him. He moved his hands up to her neck, circled her throat with his hands and squeezed. Shocked, Annie raised her knees to try to push him away. But the move she made with her hips let him inside. Just a little. He let go of her throat and waved his finger in her face like he was scolding her. Then he pushed in another inch. Slid out and in just that inch. Then, another inch. And another.

Annie could not believe the betrayal of her body....... she did not want this, but her body had another agenda. She was fully sexually aroused. He kept stroking inside of her, deeper and deeper until she could feel it rearranging parts that had never been touched. She was breathing as hard as the gag would allow, but not getting near enough air. The force, the fear, the asphyxiation, the thrusting of his cock that was getting more and more forceful..... her body exploded with orgasm again. And again. He went on and on.

He set up a rhythm of thrusts that again made her breasts move. He picked up the knife and held it above her left breast, slowly lowered it until her hard nipple was flicking the blade of the knife with each bounce. Annie pictured the length of the blade plunged through her breast and shuddered........ and cummed.

He pressed his cock hard and deep inside her, and pressed the knife blade to the front of Annie's throat. She tensed and without meaning to clamped her pussy tighter on his cock. She could feel his cock throb and snap, and a hot crawly flood of semen filled her. She groaned through the gag, her teeth clamped tight on the fabric.

He pulled the knife away. Annie took a quick mental inventory of herself, realized she had not been cut. He pulled slowly out of her, back to his knees again. His cock was still hard. A string of cum started to grow, dripped off onto her sweat covered belly. She could only watch him. She hoped he would leave now. Untie her and leave. But his cock was still hard, and the look on his face told Annie he was not done with her.

He slid his hands across Annie's belly, up across her breasts, and up to her neck. Annie realized that everything he had done had been to bring about a change in her......... he took away her choice, he forced orgasms, he filled her with cum. And the biggest change he could do to her, she realized, was to kill her. So this was it. His hands clamped around her neck and squeezed. Hard. Annie saw spots in front of her eyes, and darkness flowed over her. And then there was nothing.

Until she woke up. It came slowly at first, and then fast. She took mental inventory of herself again. OK...... not dead..... still gagged. But now her arms were tied behind her back, her wrists tied tied together, her elbows tied together. And her legs were tied together now. A rope above her knees, another below her knees, a rope at her ankles. And a piece of twine bound her big toes together. At another time Annie would have approved of the symmetry of this. She rolled to her side........... ok, not tied to the bed anymore, just tied to herself. She saw what he had prepared, and a shock of tingles started in her scalp and went down her neck and down her back all the way to her toes. There was an office desk chair on the carpet. And a noose above it. And he was tying a rope from the bottom of the chair that led to a 5 gallon bucket. And he lifted the empty bucket over the glass shower door in the bathroom.

Now he came to her and picked her up. She was just a waif, just over 100 pounds, and he picked her up like nothing. And stood her on the chair. He reached up and put the noose around her neck, and carefully pulled all her blonde curls out from under the rope. Annie secretly orgasmed at that moment. Now she saw her end...... he could strangle her and let go at the last second. The noose would not let go.

With her arms pinioned behind her, she could only stand with her chest stuck out, and her breasts balanced on top of her ribs moved with every breath she took, and every move she made. She was hyperventilating through the gag again, trembling.

He opened the shower door and turned on the shower, and directed the shower head into the bucket. Annie saw his plan............. the bucket would slowly fill with water, and eventually pull the office chair out from under her feet. And she would hang.

He came to her, his impossible cock still hard, and with one hand on her hip and the other hand on the chair, he pivoted the chair so her back was to the shower. Annie froze at what she saw, and never noticed he walked out of the room and closed the door.

Annie was looking at the big screen tv on the wall. And it was a live cam view of herself, standing on the chair helplessly bound. But it was more than a live cam, it was some kind of social media. Annie saw there were 100 watchers. A stream of hearts floated up on the side with each 'like'. And there were comments going across the bottom. "String her up"....... "Hang the girl" ... things like that. Annie could hear the shower running behind her. She tried to move her arms and it only made her breasts jiggle. A flurry of hearts floated up. She realized the way she was tied was designed to make her breasts the star of the show, moving and bouncing at every effort she made.

The chair shifted under her and started to move back. She tried to hold it with her toes, but it kept moving. And her effort made her breasts bounce. She looked again at the big screen tv and saw a cloud of hearts floating up. And the last comment she was able to focus on......" Please be a sweetheart and make your tits bounce while you die" it said. And then the chair was gone and she was hanging by her neck, struggling and squirming while her breasts were forced to bounce and move, And the thought came to her that there were 100 hard cocks spurting 100 loads of hot sperm while these perverts watched her die, and that was enough to make her cum. And she thrashed and bounced, while all those guys who didn't know or care anything about her life, loved her for her death.