"Extracurricular Activities [f/f; strangling; non-con]" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/Mz3QXAu3 Created on: Thursday 17th of October 2019 10:20:16 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:05:21 AM UTC Extracurricular Activities [f/f; strangling; non-con] “Um... Miss Myers?” “Alexa.” The blonde looked up from her notes from the previous lesson. “I've told you, after lessons are over, 'Karen' will suffice. What is it?” “Well, you're not only teacher, but counselor too, so maybe you can help me. You see... There's this other girl in my class, and... I think, I might be... attracted to her.” The brunette blushed, stammering the last few words, as Karen just smiled. “I see, I see. For girls your age, at a school like this, it's perfectly natural, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. In my experience, the best and easiest way is to be upfront with her about your feelings.” “Maybe, but... It's a bit strange. I- I want to have sex with her, but, but more than that, I keep fantasizing about how it would be to have her and- and... At one point I even dreamed about it. We were in a classroom, and she was sitting in front of me, and I had a rope that I put around her neck and then pulled tight... and when I woke up I was all wet. ...You probably think I'm crazy right now, don't you?” “Not at all. I understand exactly how you feel. Watching a cord dig into a girl's slender throat as she fights and gasps for air...” Karen shuddered a little “It's nothing short of heavenly. A good move coming to me with this; I think most others wouldn't have been able to relate. But I do, and what's more, I can help you. If you'll just tell me who your secret crush is, we can set something up to fulfill that fantasy of yours.” “Really?” Alexa's face positively lit up “That's so nice of you Miss My- Karen, thank you! It's Misha. Light brown hair, green eyes, kinda small but with a very cute face.” “Ah, I know who. You have a good eye. Now, here's what we're gonna do...” … “Come on, Miss Myers, that's not fair!” Misha protested. “Alexa started it!” “And that's why she's in detention with you. But it takes two to have an argument, so now sit down, young lady.” Misha shot an icy glare at Alexa who was rummaging through the shelf next to the door, when Karen tapped a finger on her desk to get her attention – and distract her long enough for Alexa to quietly walk up behind her, wrapping a thin rope around her neck and abruptly pulling taut. Gasping in surprise, Misha reflexively reached for the cord digging in her neck, still trying to comprehend what was just happening as Karen leisurely walked up to her, pushing the table in front of her out of the way. “H-help...” Misha could barely sound out through the crushing pressure on her throat, but Karen didn't make any move to help, instead just gazing at her already reddened face and the rope cutting a deep groove into her skin for a few moments, before groping Misha's comparatively small, but firm breasts, then reaching under her skirt as the girl started struggling both for lack of air and to avoid this violation, but to no avail. Alexa intently peered over Misha's shoulder, the look of the rope constricting her victim's throat like this alone enough to make her panties all wet, but what Karen was doing was even better, the teacher clearly rubbing Misha's pussy with one hand while fondling her own breasts with the other, panting just short of moaning while Misha continued to produce desperate hacking noises. Her fingers once more failed to find purchase, and the searing pain in Misha's head, and the throbbing in her head, only continued as she gazed at what should have been a person of trust raping her, her eyes pleading for this to stop. “Oh, I'm sorry.” Karen grinned sadistically. “You're not getting any air any time soon.” Misha intensified her struggles, but she was still powerless to break free, and in fact her strength was already fading, the rope crushing her throat sapping the very life from her body. “It was Alexa's idea. You know, she has quite the crush on you. Or more like, she really wants to strangle you to death. I'm just helping her out.” Misha turned to the side and through the tears filling her eyes saw Alexa's face, her classmate slightly flush and panting as she was strangling her. “Aaw, does it hurt?” Karen leaned closer to Misha's face and she shied away. “Do you want to breathe? I bet you do. But you won't. Instead...” She leaned down a little and kissed Misha's neck just where the rope was digging into her skin, the woman's lips feeling much hotter than they should against her throat. “You're going to die here.” With another desperate gasp, Misha tried to break free once more, but all she achieved was the rope cutting into her neck even deeper as Alexa held her back, then increased her grip once more. Yet the ring of pain the rope was burning into her neck was slowly starting to go numb, dark spots flickering over her vision and blackness creeping in from the sides. Observing Misha's struggles, Karen reached the same conclusion. “I think she's just about done. Should I take over for a moment so you can see her last breath from up front?” “That'd be great.” Stepping behind Misha, Karen quickly took the rope from Alexa, not letting the pressure around her neck weaken for even a moment, as the brunette stepped in front of her. “Wow, this is so sexy.” Running a finger along the length of the rope, feeling the contrast of the rough hemp against the tender skin of Misha's neck, Alexa couldn't resist, and reached under her skirt with the other hand, rubbing herself as she watched her classmate's final struggles, when the girl yet managed to find her voice. “W...why?” “No real reason. You have a cute face. I kept dreaming of this. It's around this time I always wake up, though. So, is reality gonna step up to the dream? Why don't you show me?” Her entire body was slowly going numb, yet Misha still had energy left to weakly fight and gasp for another half minute before the light finally left her eyes and she went limp with one last rattle, a small dark spot forming at the front of her skirt as a bit of urine dripped from her chair. Keeping the rope around her neck for a little longer, Karen finally let go of Misha, lifting her body and placing it on a desk, then gestured Alexa closer, showing the thin dark purple, almost black strangulation marks the rope had left in the girl's otherwise fair skin. One hand still absent-mindedly rubbing herself, Alexa kissed Misha's barely noticeable adam's apple, then after a moment of deliberation, opened up her blouse to reveal the girl's plain white bra and pulled down her skirt to show matching white panties, except stained by urine. The sight, most of all the beautiful line around her neck turned Alexa on like nothing else. “Um, Karen... Maybe this is too much to ask, but what- what we just did made me really horny, so, um, would you...” “Help you relieve that tension? Of course. I can take the lead if you want to.” “Yeah, please do. But, um... I'm wondering, does it still count as a threesome when one of the girls involved is already dead?” “I wouldn't know. But either way, let me show you a good time.”