u/quirkylonk

Under a fat old oak tree surrounded by thick prickly bushes, a young woman was sitting in the lap of a young man. They had found this little hidden gem as teenagers in high school, and now in their college years they loved coming back here after school and on weekends for a quick naughty thrill. Sex, outside, in the park where anyone could find them!

He'd popped his cock through his fly and pulled her thong aside to sink his fingers in. She rode him, seated deep inside, it was their game to keep her quiet. The spaghetti straps of her sundress had been slid down and his hands were hot on her bare breasts. The sun splashed across her tilted face through the leaves above, his teeth nibbled her throat.

He twisted a nipple as he lifted a knee under her, and she gasped into her hand. A lick along her pulse point.

“Don't let anyone know we're here, angel.” He crooned, a hand snaked from its hold to push on her lower back, an audible squelch from her drenched pussy as she moaned into her palm. Only for her to jolt and suddenly recoil!

“Ow! Shit!” She slapped the back of her neck, and came back around with a small fuzzy yellow body. He felt her go tense around him.

“Fuck. We gotta go home. Now.”

“What? Why?”

“I got stung by a bee! I'm allergic to bees!”

“Can you just take some histamine stuff later?”

“No! I need my epi-pen, I wasn't thinking, I left it at home! We have to hurry!”

Epi-pen? Oh! She was THAT kind of allergic!

“How long? Should we just go to the hospital?” He asked, not really hurrying. She was already wheezing. Hands clumsily trying to pull her clothing back into place and stand. His hands on her thighs kept her from rising.

“Yes! Even better! It hits me fast, we gotta go come on!” She tugged at his wrist.

He didn't let go.

Instead, he rolled forward, still rock hard inside her, and pinned her to the dry packed dirt. He didn't say anything, but held her down and continued to thrust into her as he stared down at her panicking, pale face. Then he pulled out of her, and she would have sighed in relief of she could breathe.

Until she noticed he had moved to kneel by her head. His hands hooked behind her neck, and tilted her head back. Was he going to rescue breathe her? That wouldn't work, her throat was closing, she-

The head of his dick pressed to her tongue through her open gasping mouth. And then pushed with some force to the back of her throat!

She gagged, but it didn't stop him. Deeper, using his grip on her head as leverage, into the quickly swelling passage. There was a bulge near her voice box. He pressed a thumb against the tip of his own penis through her skin.

“Fuck, and it's just gonna get tighter too.” He sighed. And began to roll his hips. She squirmed and beat against his knees, thrashed and kicked the tree! No! Get out! Call for help, get the pen, something! This wasn't helpful!!

He had sunken himself so deep into her throat his balls blocked her nostrils. Her tongue was swollen outside her mouth, and her throat itself was painfully tight and getting tighter around the solid dick inside it.

He ignored the rake of her nails on his arms to wedge her head in place with his knees. He grabbed one fistful of breast, bodily lay on her to pin her thrashing to the earth, and sank his middle and ring finger into her spasming plush cunt. Like a babe at a tit, he latched his lips and tongue around her clit, and began to suckle like it would give him milk if he tried hard enough.

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck-

Her eyes were rolled to the back of her head, gagging and choking on her boyfriend's cock, her own bile and spit, and the hot rush of blood to her face and throat from the bee's toxin in her skin. She couldn't see anything, eyes swollen shut even as they bulged and shot through with blood. Her face puffed and colored to red before it dipped into a bruised purple the more she suffocated.

Her body slowed its fight. Her brain flooded itself with euphoria to hide the pain of her lungs burning and her heart pounding.

The fingers in her pussy were stroking and spreading her open. Wet and sticky. A mouth sucked her clit like a god. And her throat was so so full. He was so hard. His musk sat heavy in her nose and salty goo coated the back of her fat black tongue. Fingers pinched a nipple and pulled her heaving chest like it would somehow put air back in her lungs.

She was dying, she realized faintly. Detached.

He released her clit with a slurp, a string of spit from his lip to her swollen button hung like a spiderweb in their public park fuckspot.

“Good girl, goooooood girl. Just like that.” He coaxed her through her orgasm, fingers still stroking that quivering spot inside her even as deep within her swollen throat, he felt when her heart came to a stop.

He had to silence his groan by replacing his fingers with his tongue. He drank her juices that flooded his willing mouth as he filled her with his cum. His cock throbbed in the tight prison of flesh, spreading back around him from the force and lubing him so wonderfully he couldn't stop his oversensitive cock from thrusting inside her throat again anyway. Not until he was able to shoot another two gulps of seed down her gullet.

Chin and nose glistening with evidence of her pleasure, it took him several minutes to wiggle his way out of her throat. As he went soft her swollen flesh gripped him tighter and by being so hypersensitive already, it was a painful amount of time before he was free. He sat back against the tree to catch his breath, and looked at his girlfriend.

Well. Ex. Late? Ex. Ex was fine.

Her sundress was bunched around her middle, having been off both her shoulders by the time he was done. Her breasts spread awkwardly to the sides of her chest without a bra to contain them. Her chest that no longer moved. Her knees were bent and spread, pussy wide open and glistening in the sun.

Her face, though, was a bit like a cheeseball. Puffed up so bad her eyes were hidden and her lips and tongue sealed her mouth shut. Even her ears were swollen!

He couldn't help the twitch his dick gave at the memory of being between those lips.

He redressed her, put his coat around her to hide the worst of it. Then carried her home like she'd fallen asleep at the park.

The crime rate was too high. The suicide rate was too high. The government had a better idea. 

LocalSnuff, a free app for both Apple and Android, state sponsored. GPS locator so accurate it could find bodies in basements; all those satellites that became Eminent Domain with a few signatures on some international laws. The Gooberment could follow her phone down to the inch. All her worldly goods would be surrendered to the feds at the tap of a button. Her remains, if any were left, would be composted in accordance with whatever company had contracted her city. Her partner cleared by his use of the app. 

Neat, and tidy, and a profitable business controlled by a three letter agency. Those who were snuffed sometimes had a good bit of money that suddenly came into federal hands. 

A coworker had shown it to her months ago. Had swiped left and right and laughed at various advertisements in the break room at lunch. He'd pinged a match, and had been butchered and put into sausage later that afternoon. Lucky bitch. 

She was bored. Scrolling through the app was a good way to waste time. See what kind of freaks lived in her area. One guy kept trying to match with her, was into leather tanning. Ugh, as if. Another wanted to watch. Hmm, a consideration, but she hadn't settled on if or how she'd kill herself yet. So she gave him a wait list message. He seemed okay being backup. 

She never really considered actually going through with it. Sure, she rubbed herself and rode her fingers as she scrolled through the recently snuffed tab. Imagining herself in their position as corpses. But it was just a fantasy. Just a kink. She wouldn't really… She wouldn't actually-

On the searching for a partner tab, one caught her eye. A dick-pick and mirror selfie combo. Standing nude in front of a wall mirror, full cock a handful and then some, and the phone taking the photo through a noose. 

He accepted her DM. 

He liked when they weren't sure yet. They wanted, but were afraid. He gave them the chance to try it. To see if he's their last fuck or not. Oh sure the absolutely sure girls are great! The ones who are so ready to die they'd be dead before they arrived if they could be! A quick necro isn't so bad. But be liked when they aren't totally ready to take the plunge yet. 

When they began to kick and struggle and he gave them the chance to get out. If they wanted out, he would. If they didn't, well. That final lustful realization in their face as their lives end always gets the hardest nut out of him. 

She was luscious. Perky tits, shapely ass, and curious as she entered his apartment. Looked around, smiled at the cat pictures on the entertainment center. Shifted foot to foot. Asked if she could give a test blow, here on the couch, before they headed to the back. Oh how he loved these kinds of girls. 

The kind that swallowed him whole with great enthusiasm, but panicked when they started to choke on him. A taste of what they were to expect. She didn't pull back, though, and pushed her face deeper into his groin even as her throat closed and her legs jolted. 

Her nipples were hard little nibs he rolled between his fingers. Her tight throat was hot and slick with spit as she gagged. He left a line of pre on her tongue when she slowly slid off him, all on her own. 

She hadn't taken much convincing it seemed. 

He led her to the mirrored room, clean tile and easy lighting, nothing to distract from the intended view. A rope, nothing fancy, about two feet from the mirror and secured to several bolts in the ceiling. Her clothes dropped into a pile by the door, and her hair was tied up out of her face. 

She pulled the rope around her neck to test the fit and the look. Bent forward with feet flat on the floor, he adjusted the knots until the loop was tight against her skin. Any of her weight would start to strangle her. 

He spread her knees wide and slotted himself inside her. He slipped deep immediately, her pussy wet and wanting from her performance earlier. With a groan he adjusted her hips and himself, until he was seated just right. She had an easy view of his cock pounding into her. She'd have a perfect view of her breasts bouncing from his thrusts when she let the rope be her only support, when he swung her dying body in her final seconds. 

And she'd be face to face with herself as she choked to death. 

He started to move. It didn't matter to him what she did, this was at her pace but he was here for sex. If she decided to live after all it wasn't any skin off his teeth. He'd get a fuck and she'd learn something about herself. 

But if she did? No time to start like now. 

She watched his balls swing between her legs. Watched his hard length appear soaked and slick, and felt it push back inside like it always belonged there. As a test, she leaned forward and let the rope take some of her weight. Not much, but enough to feel it bite her skin. 

Plap. Plap. Plap. His cock scraped along her front wall, his sack teased her clit when she rolled her hips back and-

A deep breath. Fall a little limp. 

The rope sank its teeth into the soft flesh of her throat. Just under her chin, to keep her head up so she could watch. Could take her own weight back if she changed her mind. Held in place by the rope, his hands on her hips, and her feet on the floor, she let herself fall into the pleasure. 

She pinched and twisted her own nipples, and ground back against him. Her heart quickened in excitement! She was hanging, not yet asphyxiating but it'll happen soon! Hanging, a man with no name inside her cunt. A man who was going to fuck her dead or alive. 

She was going to die. 

A little more dead weight on her neck, and she could feel her lungs begin to burn. It felt good. Oh it felt so good, the slap of skin, the drag of-

She lifted herself, and blinked the dots from her vision for a moment as she caught her breath. Not yet. Not yet. One second. 

“Can you do me a favor?” She asked, voice horse. Tip smashed against her cervix, he paused. 

“Uh, sure?” 

“Fuck me really hard. Like, really hard. I want my bouncing tits to be the last thing I see. Move me on your dick like a fuck toy.”

“You want bells? I've got clips with bells.”

“Oh fuck yeah, jingle the jiggle.”

It's not the first time this gag gift has come in useful. Bright silver bells clipped to her nipples and clit, her breasts puffed proud as she took a lung-filling final breath, and let the rope take her entire weight. 

The room was quiet for a moment but for the merry tinkle of the bells on her body. Their rhythm matched the slick slap of his dick ploughing her cunt. His hands had gone from her hips down to between her thighs where he'd hitched her up and spread her legs wide. She rolled her hips to fit more of him in, and flicked the bells on her nipples and clit. 

Oh they were so swollen. All three stood red and hard and sent jolts of pleasure with each sharp movement. Her hungry pussy drooled around the cock that plunged in and out of her. Her heart thundered heavy and loud in her ears as her lust grew right along with her need to breathe. 

Her fast open-mouthed gasp came with no new air, and the panic from the couch before kicked her brain again. She jerked, and clenched in a blind fear. He stopped, held her in place, but stopped. 

“Last chance to tap out. I can let you down, or we can finish it.”

She choked and thrashed a little, but squeezed both his cock and her boobs. She got a grin in the mirror. He understood the message. 

Her toes were no longer on the floor as he stepped back to take her legs around his hips. She was being bounced in earnest now, too hard to keep her boobs in her hands. She watched them swing free, listened to their happy chimes mixed with her gagging, her choking, the obscene wet slap of good pussy, his grunts and groans and pants for his own free air. 

Her face in the mirror was going purple. Her tongue, too, as it lolled from between her foaming salivating lips. Swollen and protruding from her face as her eyes did the same; bulged and bloodshot and streaming tears down her face. Her body twisted, and failed, and fought to live. 

Her heart thudded and struggled, even as her body began to slow. Dark edges and spots filled her vision, narrowing to her face and the drag of his penis inside her. Body going softer. 

She was dying. She was going to die, to never wake up ever again. She was going to die with this man fucking her, with his seed inside her, and she didn't even know his name.

He didn't know hers either.

She was dying.

He suddenly stopped, hot cum shot inside her, filled her, was thrust deeper into her as he spurt a second time. The gap between one heartbeat and the next was too long. Her lungs were on fire. Her vision was nearly black. 

The wave of euphoria that crashed over her squeezed her cunt like a vice around him. Another pump of seed into her, and another two milked out of him by the orgasm that rocked her loins. 

She lay still in the rope. Eyes wide and sightless at themselves. Tongue loose out of her mouth. Heart no longer beating. Her sex still fluttered and sucked the dick within their folds as the final chemical reactions petered out to match their owner. 

He pulled out with a sucking pop, her body so wet and sealed around him his cum mixed with her own poured from her snatch and down her thighs to puddle on the tile. A twitch, another spasm of her chest, but they were nothing more than dying neurons firing for the last time. 

He used her shirt to clean himself up enough to get some cleaning supplies. He'd leave her to hang for the next twenty minutes while he cleaned up both her body and the floor around her. Twenty minutes made sure she was really really dead. 

Then he'd be ready for round two.