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Eros' End: Rebecca's Choice
by Tantaluseros (tantaluseros@yahoo.com)

***

At the "Final Bed and Breakfast" Rebecca chooses to 
leave life in high orgasm, at the end of a rope...the 
ultimate "swing." (MF, v, sn, fantasy)

***

As we ended dinner and the final bottle of claret was 
consumed, it was time for the most important questions.

"Have you made the required arrangements?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied softly, "I've told my sister I'll be 
hiking in Asia for several months. She'll look after 
the cat and has my power of attorney, both legal and 
medical."

The olive-skinned shapely brunette with grey eyes was 
most relaxed after the meal of tournedos Rossini, an 
interesting risotto and an exquisite parfait topped off 
by the finest of Rothschild Bordeaux. Clearly, she was 
physically relaxed and welcoming to whatever the 
evening had to offer.

After all, it would be her last evening alive for 
tomorrow she would be taking advantage of the unique 
services found here at Eros' End, the "Final Bed and 
Breakfast."

The client, who we shall call Rebecca, had first 
contacted me more than a year ago, enquiring as to our 
homestead nestled in the mountains of Pennsylvania. 
This was followed by a private dinner with me in a 
superb Baltimore restaurant where I let her view the 
photo album of Eros' End and described to her, in the 
most delicate detail possible, the services we provide.

Rebecca had learned of us through the very close 
network of individuals who have visited the farm as 
witnesses or friends of other clients who chose to use 
the services of Eros' End for their final exit. The 
very narrowness of that circle of individuals ensures 
the privacy and continuation of our very special 
mission: to provide the most erotic death experience 
possible, severing the very cord of existence at the 
height of sexual pleasure.

The claret consumed, it was time to open her file and 
discuss her requests and the plans we had made. Rebecca 
was 33, slightly over five feet, six inches, 138 lbs, 
no deformities, very shapely and attractive, no 
sexually transmitted diseases; holds a Ph.D. in 
Psychology, is well traveled and twice divorced. She is 
bisexual without any overriding preference.

Sitting in one of the Eros' End trademark soft blue 
robes, slightly open to display the soft curve of ample 
breasts and shaved genital areas, she provided a 
pleasant dinner companion both in view and 
conversation.

Such dinner attire has proven to be the most suitable 
for clients who, whilst discussing what will occur on 
the morrow, usually want to manipulate themselves or 
other dining guests, sexually.


I opened the leather-bound file and began:

"As we have discussed, Rebecca, all the information in 
this file will be destroyed after our services to you 
are complete. They will be shredded and destroyed in 
the same burn pit where your remains will be burned, 
rendered to ash and scattered.

"As such, no trace of your visit will remain.

"Your execution is scheduled at 8 a.m. tomorrow 
morning. You will be wakened at 6, stripped of all 
belongings and clothes – which will be destroyed --; 
you will be showered and offered a light meal or 
beverage, then given an enema so as not to soil the 
execution chamber too much.

"Precisely at 8 a.m. you will be short-dropped, naked, 
your hands bound behind you, vibrators active inside 
your anus and vagina, as you begin your final dance for 
the witnesses you have chosen, in this case, myself.

"After you have breathed your last and the presence of 
your urine and remaining feces indicate you are dead, 
your body will hang for at least a half hour before I 
cut you down and transport your corpse to the burn pit 
where it will be immediately consumed.

"Do we understand each other, Rebecca?"

"Oh my God, yes, yes," she moaned softly, eyes closed 
and a half smile across her lips as with two fingers 
she brought herself to a violent organic spasm, her 
juices flowing over the sheet-covered chair.

And so I carried her to her room, her body gone limp 
from the combination of wine and orgasm. After placing 
her on the bed, her lovely tanned body an erotic sprawl 
of limbs on silken sheets, I had turned to leave her 
for her last sleep when she asked: "Please, oh please, 
let me sleep with your cum draining from my ass, 
please."

Eagerly, I filled her last night's request, using her 
copious vaginal juices to lubricate her smaller 
opening. Inside, I quickly reached my climax over her 
squirming body to her screams of "Yes, yes, Oh God, 
yes!"

I wakened her at 6 a.m. precisely, having made the 
arrangements in the execution shed the previous 
evening. At first she seemed groggy from the night's 
wine but gathered her wits quickly knowing what was to 
come.

She asked that I shower with her; a request to which I 
readily agreed, more than willing to soap down and 
probe her receptive body for the last time. She did the 
same for me, dropping to her knees quickly to take me 
in her mouth, squeezing my buttocks and begging me 
drain my seed into her mouth and down her throat.

Eagerly I filled her with a week's worth of pent-up 
semen and she squealed in delight as it poured into 
her. That was sufficient for her last meal, she said as 
I wiped her dry and bound her hands with a silken cord.

She was silent and downcast as I led her across the 
secluded yard to the brick shed where the trap awaited. 
As I bolted the door behind us, I gave her one last 
opportunity to avoid her chosen fate.

"It's time, Rebecca," I said. "If you have any regrets 
or wish to reconsider, tell me now, else we proceed."

Her grey eyes widened and a slight grin crept across 
her face as she whispered: "Now, please hang me now."

I hurried her up the scaffold and stood her over the 
trap. She moaned softly as I fingered her cunt into 
weeping and used her juices to ready both holes for the 
steel vibrators which I quickly secured inside her with 
straps around her waist.

Her body arched ecstatically as I threw the switch 
activating the humming insertions. Her eyes opened wide 
and she looked at she hesitantly awaited my final 
words. Her legs spread as far as standing on her toes 
would allow and the juices from her cunt began visibly 
running down her leg as she arched again and again in 
orgasm.

"Ready, Rebecca?" I asked sharply, standing naked 
before her, fondling myself to the joy of her last 
moments.

She nodded once and I powered the vibrators to high, as 
I pulled the trap, dropping her six inches to a 
screeching gasp. Her legs began the violent kicking for 
ground she never again would feel as the vibrators 
prodded her into orgasmic intensity never experienced.

Two more gasps for the fleeting oxygen and her legs 
began to straighten and shake spasmodically. As I 
ejaculated over her dying limbs her eyes rolled up into 
her head as a squeaking noise accompanied the 
protruding of her tongue.

The blush of death spread over her tortured grimace as 
she began to swing slowly to and fro, a pendulum of 
perfect dead beauty. Within several minutes her bladder 
and bowels gave way and Rebecca was no more. I let her 
swing for another 30 minutes before cutting her down, 
allowing her body to fall into a container waiting 
below.

Thus did Rebecca go to her chosen reward. As stipulated 
in our agreement, her body and belongings were burned 
and reduced to ash on premises, later to be scattered 
to the four winds.

It's typical of the services we provide here at Eros' 
End.

How may we best serve you?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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