"da R-18G" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/vM93FU3N Created on: Wednesday 1st of May 2019 08:32:16 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:10:42 AM UTC Disciplinary action [OC; f/f, f-self, molestation; hanging; non-con, con] “No way, she really said that?” “Yeah, I know, what-” “I am well aware that history is not everyone's favourite subject,” Karen couldn't help a brief smirk as her voice made the two girls flinch, hastily sitting up straight for her to glare at them with a stern expression. “But I would appreciate if you at least kept quiet in class.” “But Miss Myers,” Brown-haired Alexa protested, “We-” “Save it. Both of you, see me after class.” “…Yes, Miss Myers.” With sheepish expressions both girls returned their attention to their textbooks – or probably the phones they were hiding behind them – and Karen continued. “As I was saying, around 750 AD… … After class was over and everyone else had left, Misha and Alexa were patiently waiting at their desks, but she took her sweet time, leisurely cleaning the whiteboard and packing her bag before walking up to them. “Come with me. Leave you bags here, you can get them on the way back.” Alexa looked like she was about to protest again, but ultimately didn't, and both girls obediently followed Karen down the hallway and into another smaller, windowless classroom, furnished with a couple of desks and an old blackboard. “Seriously, are all the lights in this room broken?” Karen complained as the majority of the lights in the ceiling failed to turn on altogether as she flicked the switch, leaving the room rather poorly-lit. “Whatever, it will do. Over here.” She gestured for Misha and Alexa to stand in front of the blackboard, quietly closing and locking the door behind her, before briefly searching through a cupboard next to the blackboard. “As you're surely aware, the school rules have been …updated recently, with harsher disciplinary action after three infractions.” “Please, Miss Myers, all we did was talk a bit. Misha was away all weekend so we just wanted to catch up a little.” “I know, I know, catching up with your friends is important. Just please not in my class. But not to worry. This will only take a few minutes. Misha, your hands, if you would?” “Hm? Okay.” With a slightly confused expression Misha held out both her hands – only for Karen to swiftly place a pair of handcuffs around her wrists, then before either of the girls had much time to react, hit the button on the wall to lower a pair of already prepared nooses, placed one around Alexa's neck and pushed the other button to raise that one again, the rope biting deep into her throat as it lifted the surprised girl off her feet within seconds. “Alexa!” Misha screamed, but Karen easily held her in place as Alexa started gasping and kicking, her incredulous expression quickly shifting into one of pain. “Miss Myers, what are you doing?!” “As I said.” Karen continued impassively, barely containing her pleasure from watching Alexa struggle, the rope continuing to dig deeper into her slender neck, the girl's fingers desperately clawing at the noose achieving nothing but leave bloody marks on her skin. “Disciplinary action. Instead of this boring stuff like meeting with parents or expulsion, we now just execute disruptive students as a lesson to the rest.” “What? That's insane! You can't do that! Let Alexa down!” Misha frantically pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes. “I can, and I won't.” Karen countered, stepping a little closer to Alexa to get a good, close view of her neck, the rather thin rope leaving a deep indentation in her skin, deeply reddened above the noose by this point, as was Alexa's face, as the girl continued struggling and ineffectually gasping for air, and as Karen reached up, trailing her finger along Alexa's neck, feeling the resistance of the plastic rope amidst the soft skin it was noticeably hot as well. By this point Misha wasn't even trying to fight, seeming frozen in fear and looking to the ground, weakly sobbing, so Karen grabbed her chin to force her to look at Alexa's swinging form. “Look at her. You're going to share her fate soon enough.” As Misha didn't answer save for continued sobbing, instead Karen opened the blouse of the girl's uniform then pulled down her skirt as well to reveal her bra and panties. Pushing up behind her uncomfortably close, Karen reached into Misha's open blouse to squeeze her breast for a few moments before leaning closer so the girl could feel her hot breath against her neck as Karen moved her other hand up, lightly wrapping her fingers around Misha's throat. “Look at your friend. She's bound to be in so much pain right now.” By this point Karen couldn't keep the arousal out of her voice anymore, but she didn't even care. “Imagine how it's going to feel when the rope digs into your beautiful neck in a few minutes.” She tightened her hand just enough to make Misha gasp and shudder, sobbing even harder. One hand continuing to play over Misha's breasts, stomach and briefly even reaching down to her crotch, Karen kept caressing the girl's neck with the other, softly kissing it a few times, while still forcing her to look into Alexa's direction. The other girl continued to kick and struggle against the rope, even if she should've realised by now it was futile, but she refused to give in, only prolonging her suffering – and the show she gave, so Karen certainly wouldn't complain. Ultimately Alexa lasted for multiple more minutes, pointlessly gasping and flailing, before her strength finally started to fade, her struggles slowly weakening and her gasps growing faint as she only kept lightly twitching and shuddering. Before long she went completely limp with one final long rattle and soiling herself, as evidenced by the dark wet spot forming in the front of her skirt. As she realised what had happened, Misha let out a loud wail, trying to break free from Karen's grip, but the woman rather easily held her in place, and after a couple of seconds of straining against her, all of a sudden Misha just stopped altogether, only faintly sobbing as she looked to the ground, seemingly resigned to her fate. Karen let go of her, stepping closer to inspect Alexa's body instead, her face and lips close to a dark purple, covered in tears and bits of drool, and her tongue hanging out; as well as the scratch marks on her neck and the thin rope embedded deep into her skin, the dark bruising around it slightly visible on the sides. The view was enough to make Karen shiver in anticipation and pleasure, blatantly rubbing herself through her skirt with one had as she grabbed Misha's shoulder with the other, pulling her to the other noose next to Alexa's body, eliciting another wave of sobs and tears. Taking a little longer with the noose this time, Karen slipped it over Misha's head, leaning forward to caress and kiss the skin right next to the plastic rope before whispering into the girl's ear as she pulled it backwards to slightly press against Misha's throat. “I wonder how this is going to feel when it bites into your neck with all your weight. Just a few more seconds until you find out…” Roughly groping and squeezing Misha's breast, Karen pressed her lips onto the girl's, forcing her into a brief kiss, her tongue pushing into Misha's mouth for a couple of seconds before pulling back, the sudden assault leaving the girl dumbfounded. Opening the handcuffs to free Misha's hands, Karen placed one final kiss right on the front of the girl's throat, before stepping to the side to activate the button, lifting the noose. “I'm going to enjoy watching you hang.” Just like Alexa, Misha took a few split seconds to fully register her situation before she started wildly struggling, her sudden energy belying her earlier compliance as she ineffectually tried to grasp the rope but failed to find any purchase against the thin plastic. Misha's desperate choking gasps now the only sound filling the room, Karen stepped back with a content smile, sitting on a desk in front of Misha before spreading her legs and very blatantly reaching under her skirt to start rubbing herself through her panties, hoping the girl would fully realise how her and her friend's slow, painful deaths were turning Karen on. Regardless if she did or not, Misha wasn't really in any position to do or say anything about it, only continuing to struggle, kick and flail as the rope kept digging deeper into her throat, her face contorted in pain and disbelief. A few moments later, Misha's open blouse slipped over one arm before completely dropping to the ground, leaving her only in her underwear, and the view of the slender girl's fair skin – save for her reddening face and neck – made Karen briefly wish she'd taken the time to fully strip her, but that might have been too much of a hassle, she could still take a closer look afterwards. Panting and lightly biting her lower lip, Karen's panties were completely wet by this point as she continued intently observing Misha's struggles, idly wrapping a hand around her own throat and squeezing just a little, wondering just how it would feel to have a nice and solid rope wrapped around her own neck… Getting up, she stepped closer to Misha, whose struggles already seemed to be slowly weakening, standing on her tiptoes to place a kiss on her neck, right above the rope cutting deep into her skin. “Hmm, it hurts, doesn't it? You want nothing more than to breathe. To live.” Karen reached down to slowly trail a finger along the contours of Misha's pussy through her panties, before opening her bra and dropping it to the ground, freeing the girl's somewhat small but firm breasts. “But you won't. You're going to die, just like your friend Alexa. And I'm going to enjoy every last second of it.” Misha's face seemed to show some defiance still remaining as she let out a rasping cough and tried to kick Karen, but the woman easily sidestepped her with a cruel grin. “Good, keep that spirit. I want to see you last as long as you can.” Returning to the desk and continuing to rub herself, a small part of Karen kept picturing herself swinging next to the two girls, a noose constricting around her throat as she'd desperately gasp for air, but mostly she was just absorbed in Misha's continued suffering, the girl still hanging on even though her movements were visibly slowing by this point, yet she kept weakly kicking and flailing with everything she had left. But ultimately it was futile and as Karen was approaching her orgasm, Misha's strength finally waned, and it only took a little longer for her to die, going limp with one last sigh, her final twitches shortly subsiding as she too peed herself, staining her panties wet and a trickle of urine running down her legs and dripping to the floor. And just moments later Karen came, her hand still wrapped around her own neck, cutting off her shameless moans just slightly as she tensed and shivered in her orgasm for several seconds, closing her eyes and arching her back in pleasure, before finally winding down. After cooling down for a little longer, Karen got up, wiping her hand on her skirt before moving closer to Misha, admiring her beautiful lifeless body and especially the dark strangulation marks on her neck, a small trickle of blood visible to on side where the thin rope had managed to break the skin. With a content sigh Karen took a step back to admire her handiwork, the two girls' motionless bodies swaying slightly at the end of their ropes. Well, that had been rather delightful for a disciplinary action. Now just to get the proper paperwork filled out, and grab the tape from the surveillance camera for …later use. … After quickly finishing the forms for the punishment of Alexa and Misha, Karen decided to stay a bit longer, seeing as she had this lovely backdrop right now, and get to grading some exams. Starting by throwing out the two that wouldn't be needed anymore, even though a cursory glance showed that despite barely ever paying attention in class, both girls would have scored passable to good, somehow. But after just a few minutes of trying to focus, Karen realised it was no good. The thought she'd just entertained for a few moments, of being hanged next to the girls and sharing in their agony, kept returning to her, more vividly than it should, instead of focusing on the exams she found her own hand closing around her throat until the pressure made her gasp, and even though she'd had an orgasm barely ten minutes ago, her pussy was well wet again already. And of course as with any bad idea, once thought, one couldn't un-think it either, and the girls' deaths had just been so fucking hot, so just a few minutes later Karen wasn't even bothering with the exams, leaning back in the chair as she kept rubbing and choking herself to the image of her strung up next to the two, mirroring their desperate, pointless dance in the air. But after a little while Karen managed to get a hold of herself, forcing both her hands to rest on her legs with a frustrated sigh. She should either do this properly or not at all, not wasting her time on fantasy. Karen wasn't stupid, she knew exactly what following the girls would mean, and there was no way out of the noose on her own; in fact she probably knew a lot more about the actual biological mechanisms of a hanging than she cared to admit. But at the same time the mere thought of actually going along with it sent shivers of pleasure down her spine, and she was all but certain that while hanging she'd be able to get the best orgasm ever. After several more seconds of indecisiveness, Karen's carnal side finally won out, the inevitable consequences be damned. Standing right in full view of the surveillance camera as a little favour to whoever had to review the footage – though odds were featuring a display like this, it'd end up on the internet in short order too – she stepped out of her heels, dropped her skirt and opened her blouse, before taking off her bra as well to reveal her firm, perky breasts, then finally dropped her still-wet panties, before walking over to the control panel and pushing the button to drop another noose. Her fingers a little shaky in excitement, Karen held her hair out of the way to slip the noose over her head, swallowing as she felt the slightly cool plastic against her throat. Instead of a hangman's knot, for ease of use the noose consisted of a metal ring on the end of the rope threaded around the rope to form a simple loop, so there was nothing else to prepare, this was her final chance to back out… But Karen hadn't gone this far to quit now, so stretching a little to reach the control panel, she unnecessarily held her breath, counting down from three before pushing the button. Karen could actually feel the vibrations of the mechanism through the noose as it began lifting her, quickly forcing her onto her tiptoes before lifting her off the ground for good. Her own weight making the noose close around her neck almost completely, for the first few moments the pain wasn't so bad, no worse than how she'd choked herself before, so Karen could actually try and place the sensations according to her anatomical knowledge; obviously the sting in her skin from the thin rope pressing deep into her flesh, then the pressure on her trachea but not enough to close it, and lastly the pressure to both sides was the jugular, which would also be what soon killed her, her head already starting to pound, and her heartbeat overly loud in her ears. Before long the pain grew too intense for any such idle observations, and Karen could just barely stop herself from reflexively clawing at the noose the way Alexa and Misha had, instead slowly running her finger up her neck, feeling the contrast between the hard rope and her soft skin, unusually hot above the noose as well. Karen soon couldn't hold back her body's reflexes entirely, starting to futilely gasp and kick, her legs probably flashing quite the good view of her pussy to the camera too. But she gathered herself enough to do what she'd originally set out to do, one hand reaching down to her pussy to push two fingers inside her, her loud moan reduced to a gasp as her body's panic and lack of oxygen seemed to far amplify the sensation. Her other hand playing with her equally sensitive breasts, Karen had to struggle to keep her body under control, the pain quickly growing far worse than she'd anticipated, her head hammering and her lungs burning for air, but she continued pleasuring herself, the ball of her thumb rubbing over her clit as she kept fucking herself with two fingers, rapidly approaching her orgasm. And soon enough Karen came, wildly gasping, closing her eyes and shuddering in ecstasy as the pleasure briefly made her forget the pain and impending death, the noose briefly only seeming to serve to leave her weightless, every sensation far more intense than usual. But as with all good things her climax ended way too soon, leaving Karen to fully feel the embrace of the rope once more. However by this point, most of her remaining strength burnt on her orgasm, Karen thankfully didn't have too much time left to really panic or regret her decision, as she only continued her futile struggles, flailing and gasping for another minute or so before finally feeling her strength fade and her body go limp, a stream of urine running down her legs as the darkness closed in on her mind, finding the strength for one final thought. Worth it.