"The Dance of Roses - (Consensual double hanging)" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/f6TiuKe8 Created on: Monday 18th of June 2018 06:16:51 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:12:47 AM UTC AnnieSissimus Full Member *** Posts: 152 Gender: Male Wrapped in silk, waiting for the noose... View Profile The Dance of Roses - (Consensual double hanging) « on: Today at 04:19:36 pm » Quote Usual obligatory disclaimer: Don't attempt anything like this in real life, it's a terrible idea, don't do it, I'm not responsible if you're THAT stupid. We all agree this is just fantasy? Good, enjoy. -- This was done as part of a request that someone on The Darkspot asked for. The original prompt was I had this idea a while ago that I've had trouble fully developing, maybe you can do something with it. A family has a long standing tradition that the mother and youngest daughter hang together in front of friends and family when the daughter turns either 18 or 21. The mother is really excited as the ceremony approaches. The daughter is really nervous, but goes along with it to avoid disappointing her family and violating their traditions. --- The Dance of Roses I stepped into the living room "You called, mother?". I immediately paused. Mother and father were sitting there, looking a little stiff. I immediately wondered if I had done something to offend them. Mother put down her teacup. "Dearest Lisbeth, we need to talk. Do you remember the tradition of the Hawthorne family? The dance of the roses?" I nodded, shuddering a little. Other branches of the family still did that awful sounding tradition, where once the youngest daughter grew to 21, she and her mother would hang for the family, to bring about greater fortune. I had never been to one, and I hoped I would never have to. It sounded so horrible... Mother clasped her hands "You will be 21 in about 2 days..." I felt what seemed like an electric shock surge through me. I looked at mother's face, serious...I turned to look at father and saw how stern it was. Mother leaned forward "Yes, we will be performing the ceremony on your birthday this year." I opened my mouth to protest. Surely they weren't serious! Then father interrupted. "It has been family tradition since the 1800's, young lady. Not once has the tradition been broken, and I will not see us become the shame of the family because you don't want to! We are all making sacrifices to follow it!" I stared ahead, stunned and horrified...Suddenly, so much of my life made sense. The homeschooling, not being given much chance to make friends other than mother, the dance lessons...They had raised me from the beginning to die! I began to shudder and fight back tears. Mother got up, and held me close. "Come now, dear. It will be fun! You will look so pretty with me as we perform! I'm just sad you weren't old enough to attend dear cousin Violet's and auntie Caroline's dance, so you'd know what to expect. It was beautiful!". She looked me in the eyes "Now, I need you to promise not to ruin the tradition, young lady. After all, we Hawthornes are meant to hang!" I looked past her, at father, and saw only his stern nod. I gulped, seeing no way out. "I...I promise, mother..." -- I woke up late the next day to a note on the kitchen table telling me that mother was out shopping and giving me some chores to take care of. I went through the day in a daze, wondering if last night had just been a dream... By afternoon, mother came home with a pair of short wooden stools, only a foot tall and they seemed a little unsteady with just a single support in the middle. "What use are those?" I asked. Mother winked "Well, it's traditional for us to hang ourselves, dear! And of course you need some way to get up into the air! These will do perfectly! They'll topple over very nicely!" I stifled back a sob. She chuckled "Don't be so nervous dear, I got you a birthday gift too!" She held out a pretty little party dress. "Oh...Oh it's very nice" I said, confused...Wasn't I going to...hang? She smiled "I do hope you'll wear it for the ceremony, dear". I began to tremble...This would be what I wore to the gallows! Mother chuckled "I myself plan to wear something appropriate for the 1800s, when the tradition began, but I thought you'd appreciate something modern and sexy! Now come, we have some dancing practice to do!" --- Mother flipped to the next page in the photo album happily pointing at two of our relatives from the early 1960's, dangling from a tree, talking about how pretty they looked. Then, she stopped, noting that my eyes stared almost right through the album, and closed it. "It's a pity you're not interested, dear. Well, it is getting late, and we have an important day tomorrow... Oh, that reminds me!" She got up and fetched a box from another room. "Now, then...Silk, or regular rope, dear?" Mother said. I blinked in confusion, my stomach churning "F-for what?". Mother smiled sweetly at me "For the noose, of course!" I stared into nothingness, my mind full of despair and fear, imagining a noose tight around my neck...I didn't even process the words mother was saying... "-a little coarse, but it slides closed much more smoothly, for a shorter hanging. But if you want silk, that's very understandable. It's much smoother on the neck and pretty to boot! Auntie Caroline chose silk and it was a lovely performance! Hmm? Well?" I blinked. "I...uh...S-silk please" I said with barely a whisper. Silk would...Probably hurt less... Mother smiled "How lovely! I've chosen a proper hemp rope, myself. Now, watch, this is how you tie it..." I watched in mounting horror as she removed a length of rope from the box and tied a noose for herself out of the rope. "See? it slides in and out nice and smoothly! Your turn, dear!" She said, holding out a long string of braided silk. I stared at it. "Y-you want me t-to tie my own..." Mother nodded. "It's tradition! Now, just like I showed you!" I took the silk cord in my shaking hands and tried to do the complicated looping motion mother had done. Mother tutted at me. "No dear, not like that!" I tried again, and failed again, then broke into sobs. "I'm...I'm so nervous mother, I don't...I don't know if I can..." I felt her embrace me and stroke my hair "Don't worry dear...Everyone I saw perform the ceremony was nervous too. It's alright dear..." I choked back my tears. "W-will it...hurt?" Mother smiled at me "Don't fret, dear, hanging doesn't hurt at all! It's just a little pressure around your neck, like you're holding your breath and then you dance a little bit and then it's just like going to sleep! It's beautiful and very gentle!" I nodded slowly "A-alright..." I picked up the silk cord again, and mother coached me through the process. On the third try I held up my own noose. She took it in her hands and tested it. "Very good, dear! It's a lovely noose! And you'll look even lovelier dangling from it! What is it we always say?" I stifled back a sob and nodded "H-hawthornes are meant to hang..." Report to moderator Logged *curtsey* I am a young man who loves the thought of being hanged in pretty dresses. Shall I dance for you? AnnieSissimus Full Member *** Posts: 152 Gender: Male Wrapped in silk, waiting for the noose... View Profile Re: The Dance of Roses - (Consensual double hanging) « Reply #1 on: Today at 04:19:47 pm » Quote I woke to mother stroking my face. "Happy birthday, dear! It's the big day!". I gulped slightly, knowing this would be my last day...Mother smiled at me. "Come! The guests will be here in just a few hours! We need to get you ready!" Mother took me to her room and began setting my hair and applying my makeup. I sat stock still, not just to make her job easier, but out of sheer nerves. I looked so pale in the mirror, as she worked and made me up. Then, I put on the dress she'd bought me. Mother clapped happily "MY, you look absolutely gorgeous, dear Lisbeth!". I nodded slowly. Yes, I did look beautiful...But at what price? We descended to the living room, and I looked out the back window. My heart stopped for a moment as I saw Father wearing a tuxedo with white gloves, adjusting the two nooses dangling from the flower arch in the garden...Those two small stools just below, with nearly twenty seats turned facing them... Mother jumped a little beside me "Oh my, your older sisters are here already! Keep them company, dear, I need to finish getting ready!" The guests began to stream in...My eldest sister Victoria and her husband...Auntie Annabelle and her son and daughter, my middle sister Megan and her fiance, and more...All wishing me to dance well. Suddenly, I was startled as Victoria took my arm and pulled me aside to my room, with Megan in tow, and shut the door. Megan grinned at me. "Wow, the big day! How do you feel, sis?" I shuddered. "Scared, Megan...I...I don't know if I can go through with it...". I shriviled back and as Victoria looked down at me scornfully. "You know your duty. Your feelings on the matter are irrelevant. My husband and I have already agreed to go through with the ceremony as well once our second daughter turns 21." Megan gave Victoria's hand a little slap "Talk like that won't make her any happier, sis!" She gave me a hug. "I know it seems scary...But the noose is so, so sexy! My boyfrie-, actually, my fiance now, he plays hanging games with me already! He's too scared to lift me off the ground yet, but I can tell he enjoys it. I'm sure seeing you perform is going to make him excited for our own ceremony someday!" Megan whispered loudly in my ear "I'll let you in on a secret, Lisbeth! The more you want to hang, the more pleasurable it is! I cum all the time when my love pulls a noose tight around my neck!" I blinked in shock. "R-really?" Megan winked at me. "Of course, sis! Why would I lie to you?" I felt my cheeks redden...It would be...pleasurable? I gulped and asked the fateful question again "Will it...hurt?" Megan put her hands around my neck and squeezed gently "shhhh...It's kind of like this..." I closed my eyes and gasped softly...It...Didn't hurt so much..."See? The noose isn't much tighter than this! You'll dance and cum and then have a nice sweet beauty sleep! Isn't that right, Victoria?" Megan said. Victoria nodded curtly. "My husband strung me up on our wedding night, so I might give him a taste of what to expect. I gladly did my duty to him then, and will do so when the time comes again." There was a knock at the door. "Girls, we need you out at the table!" Mother strode in and after exchanging pleasantries, my sisters left, leaving me alone with her. Mother looked positively beautiful, if a little out of place in her large period gown. "Now, just so you remember what you need to do...After the toasts of wine, we're going to walk down the aisle to the arch, we'll slip that lovely silk necklace you made around your neck, tie your hands and help you onto your stool, you'll make a little speech if you want, then all you have to do is step right off, and concentrate on your dancing, dear!" I blinked "Why must my hands be tied?" Mother's smile seemed a little unnatural. "Because dear, it looks nicer! You'll be a picture perfect vision of vulnerable feminine beauty! Now come along!" She took me by the arm to the dining room, packed with relatives. They cheered and applauded us as we walked in...Mother handed me a glass of champagne and gestured to the family. "Well, it's your big day too, dear! Anything you wish to say to your family?" I lifted my glass "Th-thank you for coming" I said, then sat down. There were chuckles around the table. Mother laughed "Poor dear is just nervous, is all. Now then, I too would like to thank you all for coming! It was an honor to marry into this family, and I do hope that our ceremony will please you all and remind you of your own duty to tradition. Today is a beautiful day, and will be our beautiful end. It is our pleasure and honor to perform the Dance of Roses for you, till death do take us!" She turned to father, who raised his glass "To the mother and daugther of the hour, may their dance be long, and bring us much prosperity!". The next hour was a blur of wine, chit chat and nervousness...And then all too soon, the family made their way to the chairs in the garden...And I was left alone with mother, waiting for the cue... She gave me a peck on the cheek "I love you and am so proud of you, Lisbeth! Ready?" I opened my mouth to respond, and at that moment, the door was opened, and soft music began to play. Mother took me by the arm and turned me towards the door "That's our cue, dear! Come!" She led me gently by the arm out into the backyard as the soft music played. Towards the arch decorated with roses...two nooses dangling! We walked down the aisle between the chairs, towards the nooses and father in his tuxedo, watching us approach sternly. Mother and I soon stood under the arch, and turned to face the audience and we both curtsied to them. Father stepped forward "Dear Hawthornes, since the 17th century, it has been our tradition that when the final daughter of our family turns 21, she and her mother must perform the Dance of Roses, performed at the end of a hanging rope. What began as a tragedy, as mother and daughter were hanged for their debts, is now a revered tradition that has brought our family much prosperity! I therefore consign these two to the gallows, that their final dance may continue our legacy of fortune ...Now, as tradition dictates, the younger Hawthorne first." I gulped as he approached me, and brought the silk noose down to my face.. I closed my eyes as he passed the loop over my head and shivered as he pulled it snugly around my neck. "Hands behind your back, Lisbeth" I placed them, and felt father tie them tightly with cord. He stood at my shoulder and waited for pictures to be taken. Mother took my elbow and lifted it "Up you go, dear!". Trembling, I put a foot up on the stool, my high heels clicking. "Very good dear, up one more..." My other high heel clicked at it stepped up to match the other. This was it! I was up on a stool, and I'd never come back down! My legs shook with nervousness. I was acutely aware of father pulling the slack out of the noose...My head tilted ever so slightly... Mother patted my arm. "Now...Do you have any last words, dearie? It's alright if you're too nervous". I opened my mouth, then shook my head. I had to do this. It was tradition. I couldn't cry for help or ruin the ceremony..."Are you ready dear?" I gulped and nodded. She...She did say it wouldn't hurt...My sisters had told me it was even pleasurable... She held my hand. "Very good. Come, now, dear...One little step...That's all you need..." My left foot lifted and hovered off the stool. "Very good, dear...Now just step right off, that's all you need to do...Just one last step..." I squeezed her hand, and with a soft sob, I pulled my right foot forward. "GGGGKKKKK!!" My foot swung back and kicked away the stool, and I began to kick and buck. I saw the family applaud...Gkkk...The noose, it hurt...It hurt and was so tight! They all lied to me! Mother squeezed my hand and let go "I'm so proud of you, dear! Now, longer kicks...Yes, like so! Doesn't she look lovely, dancing like that?" The silk slipknot didn't cut of my air entirely. My hands pulled at their bonds, to try to pull away to grasp at the noose at my throat, but they were bound too tight. I tried to scream, but all that came out was a whined gurgle. "Hllp...hlpp! Ltt...MMM...Dnn!" I gasped. But no one heard me. The music drowned out my pleas for help. Mother patted my arm "Shhhh, dear, just dance. That's all you have to do now, be proud!" I kicked desperately, my vision swinging around, seeing my family watch me with baited breath...I wriggled and struggled desperately, fighting the noose in vain. I turned and saw mother standing ready on her stool "Are you sure you want your hands bound, dear?" father said. Mother chuckled "Yes, love! It wouldn't do to have the mother start clutching at her noose, now would it?" She did a little curtsy, trying to maintain her balance with her hands tied on such a tiny stool. "Dearly beloved, the time has come for me to bid you all farewell. To those of you who are to perform this dance someday, I implore you to do your duty, as do I. And to the rest...I hope you enjoy my parting dance. And now...I HANG!" She dramatically kicked the stool away...Her head tiled sharply, and the family applauded once more. She turned towards me as she danced, beaming with pride. Her mouth formed the words "So proud". Mine mouthed "Help me! Save me!" She frowned at me and shook her head "Dance, dear." she mouthed, before my struggles spun me away. Father stood there, stern and immovable as always...Oh no, I could see his pants bulging! He was enjoying this! I turned and saw the family. Some watched in awe, others looked away...But so many watched with serious faces, or even smiles...Megan...She was rubbing between her legs, I was sure of it! I sobbed as I gasped, and clenched my fists. If I had to die like this... then I must die properly! I tried to better dance and kick, not thrash so desperately...My years of dancing practice kicked in and I began to sway my hips as I strangled, extending my legs long as I kicked...Father nodded in approval... I spun to face mother, her eyes lightly shut as her heavy gown flowed elegantly over her kicking legs, her high heels barely poking out from the hem. She opened her eyes to see me, and smiled softly again before closing them again...My struggles turned me to face the family again...Megan was purring in her shocked fiance's ear, eyeing me lustily. Victoria watched me with pride, her husband smiling, enjoying my death...Auntie Annabelle speaking softly to her daughter, who stared in awe, knowing she would be doing the very same dance next year... And still I kicked and danced, my heels flicking back and forth, my hands squirming to be free, my chest pushed forward seductively, my lips parted in a silent gasp, my throat gurgling as that wretched noose grew ever tighter, depriving me of air...My legs and arms shone with sweat from my desperate struggles. My body shuddered as it slowly began to shut down. My eyelids began to droop and my kicks were weak and erratic. My mouth hung open, lips trembling, wishing they could do anything for one more breath...I continued to turn...Father standing sternly, watching...I spun to face the family once more, watching...waiting for me to die...They applauded...Mother must have passed... I turned to face her...Mother, dangling...Eyes shut, her face locked in a small frown, her feet poking just out of her hem, the tips jiggling slightly as the noose squeezed out the last inch of her life...How could she have finished before me? Her rope was thicker and stronger, She weighed more, She was older and weaker, She wanted to die, Whatever the reason, my misery and despair would outlast hers... I swung from my noose, my hips thrusting and legs swinging softly, too tired to resist...I felt a warmth grow between my legs and I thrusted my hips harder, chasing it...Chasing...My back arched and I clenched my fists as pleasure shot through me...In the wild burst of pleasure from between my legs, all was meaningless to me, even the cruel rope at my throat... Finally, the afterglow faded...I saw Father watch me coldly, waiting...Mother, peacefully swinging...Megan basking in her own afterglow...My head drooped down. I stared down at my toes, shivering and jiggling...I...I heard applause...Finally, I gave up, and closed my eyes. With one last tear, I waited for death to finally come, waiting for the noose to finally, mercifully end my life...I hung in darkness, dying... - Megan smiled and turned her fiance's face away from the show. "So, glad you're marrying into the family? I'm gonna dance for you like that too when the time comes". He stared in surprise "You really would? Until you're dead?" Megan smiled "All the way until I'm dead with a smile on my face. Do you want to see that, sweet pie?" He stared at her and whispered "I...I do". She kissed him passionately, not paying attention to her younger sister's last dying spasms as her noose slowly put her out of her misery, her face a mask of despair and pain. She paid no attention to her mother's corpse, swaying peacefully from the arch, nor any attention to her father ending the ceremony as he said "At last, mother and daughter hang dead by their own hand, for the benefit of all. Let us all remember the ties that bind us, and never forget, Hawthornes are meant to hang! May you all do your duty as well when the time comes!"