Not many snuff stories are written in second person. Thought I’d try my hand at it.
The cold breeze sent a shiver down your spine. As you walked down the empty street, the only things keeping you company were the darkness of the night and the rhythmic clacking of your heels on the sidewalk. You couldn’t help but gaze at your reflection in a passing storefront window.
Your piercing green eyes. Your curly red hair cascading down to the small of your back. Your pale, blemishless skin. Your perky ass and C-cup breasts. Your slightly shorter stature. Your 21 year old virgin body. All of it wrapped up in a small, tight-fitting, black cloth dress and a pair of black heels.
And while your attire did indeed look quite alluring, it did little to shelter you from the wind that cold fall night. You looked at your phone. It flashed 1:00am before the battery gave out. Dam! If only you had charged you phone at Sheryl’s house, you might have been able to get a nice warm cab. Instead you were left walking home from the housewarming party alone.
Luckily, you were almost home. You turned the corner off the Main Street and walked down the side alley where your apartment’s entrance was located. When you were halfway down the alley, a man lunged at you from the shadows. He slammed his body into yours, sending you flying into the brick wall. With your head spinning and the wind nocked out of you, you could do little to resist as the intimidating man grabbed your wrists and pinned you against the wall.
With this shadowy, intimidating figure looming over you, a sense of utter helplessness completely overwhelmed you. This man was strong. He was violent. He was going to take what he wanted when he wanted it. You felt a moistness growing between your legs at the thought of this dominant stranger ravishing you, a beautiful, helpless damsel.
I’m one swift motion the man ripped off your panties. You let out a brief yelp of fear before you were silenced, as your attacker shoved your panties into your mouth. Then, you felt him enter you. You were a virgin, and had planned on remaining so until you were married. But the feeling of his member forcing itself inside your tight cunt sent waves of ecstasy rippling through your body. You moaned at the top of your voice like some wonton whore. You clenched down with every thrust, savoring the feeling of his veiny cock inside you.
For a blissful 20 minutes this continued, until at last the man buried himself as deep inside you as he could go and blew his massive load into your unprotected womb. So completely overwhelmed with emotion, you fainted. When you awoke, you were lying on the ground beneath a streetlight on the Main Street. You felt an itchy feeling around your neck. You attempted to scratch it, only to find that the cause was a hemp rope wrapped around your neck. You looked up and saw that the rope was draped up and over the outstretched arm of the street light. Looking down, you appeared to still be dress in your clothes, though you could feel the warm cum of your rapist still buried deep inside you.
Suddenly, the rope around your neck tightened and you were hoisted off the ground and into the air. Your hands scratched at the rope around your neck, but it did little to sliver your suffering. Your heeled feet liked out in every direction, desperately searching for a nonexistent perch. Your eyes darted around, searching for whoever or whatever was doing this to you. From the very edge of your vision, you saw him. The same shadowy figure who had raped you in the ally was standing next to the streetlight, pulling down on the other end of the rope.
Your chest began to heave as what little oxygen you one possessed was finally expended. Your face felt as though it were on fire as blood flushed your cheeks. You lost feeling in your legs and hands. Your body began to shake and spasm, desperately trying to force oxygen into your stinging lungs. To an onlooker in must have looked as though you were violently humping the air. Slowly, the lack of feeling crept up your body. Soon, you barely felt anything at all. It took the sound of liquid splashing against stone for you to realize you had begun to pee. As the darkness creeped in around the edges of your vision, your body gave one last spasm before you felt everything go limp and the darkness consumed you.
However, to your great shock, not a moment later your vision had returned. You had never experienced anything like it before. You could still feel everything, the cool night air, the stream of urine gushing from your crotch, the thick rope squeezing your neck. However, you possessed no control of your body. You couldn’t move, breath, or even blink! You wondered if this was what death was like, an eternity trapped in your own body, forever an observer. What would happen now?
Through the whole night, you remained dangling from that lamppost. As the sun began to rise over the horizon, people finally took notice of you. The police arrived a cordoned off the area, however a growing crowd gazed curiously at your dangling body. Eventually, you were cut down and driven off to the morgue…