For those of you who enjoy our darker stories and pics, well, these are for you. They were an Idea from Mikey, the Major of Stepford and an alternative ending to the “Sister’s Xmas” story. Thanks for the idea Mikey, hope you like them!
To read and enjoy the original story, you’ll find it within our previous posts but here is the direct link!
Joey & Wendy – The Sisters’ Xmas
After the two girls had been given their ‘gifts’ by Black Santa it was time for their main present. Santa reached into his sack of goodies and pulled out two strong looking nooses! He held them up with a mischievous grin to show the two sluts. “Time for the big present” he chuckled. Both Joey and Wendy looked at each other with surprised excitement and Santa tossed the ends of the nooses over the rafters of the cabin, tying the ends off on some hooks on the wall. He pulled up a couple of stools from the kitchen and placed them under each empty noose. He tapped the tops of the stools and grinned at the girls. “Ok sluts, hop up!”
Wendy skipped up to her stool and clambered onto it. She eagerly slipped her own chin through the noose as Santa tied her ankles together with rope. While we did the same to her wrists, Joey sauntered up to her rope and eyed it, hanging limply from the rafters. “You just know how to treat a couple of eager sluts don’t you Santa” she cooed softly as she mounted her own stool and reached up to pull the noose over her own neck.
“I know exactly what to get you for Christmas, if that is what you mean.” He chuckled as he finished tying Wendy’s wrists. He took a step back and without warning, kicked the stool out from under the blonde’s feet.
Wendy let out a gasp and squeal of surprise as she swung up into the air. Her feet now dancing against thin air, her body connected to the rope only by her slender, pale neck.
Joey gasped as Santa unceremoniously kicked out the stool and let Wendy start her swing. He chuckled, watching the pretty Wendy dangle on the rope before remembering, he had two to dispatch.
While Wendy’s swing slowly subsided and she swung helplessly in the air, he tied Joey’s ankles and then reached out to tie her wrists behind her back too. Joey took deep, heavy breaths as she knew, in the next few moments, she’d be enjoying the swing as much as Wendy was.
Wendy was lightly kicking her tied legs and wriggling her hips as her full weight was being taken by the nook between her neck and her jaw. Her windpipe crushed closed as her jaw gasped for air but none came.
Santa pulled the rope tight onto Joey’s wrists and stepped back “Merry Christmas Girls!”
He then kicked out the stool from under Joey’s toes. Her feet, once stood on tip toes to reach the rope, were now free and clear in thin air. She let out a meep of surprise and enjoyment and then a grunt as she swung back down and the rope tightened around her throat. Her air supply cut off in a split second as the rope crushed her throat and she too started to wriggle on the rope.
Wendy was lightly swinging back and forth as the momentum of her swing had all but dissipated. Her shapely hips wriggled and her legs instinctively kicked lightly against her bindings. Obviously there was no escape and she smiled brightly as the rope cut into her throat. Her chest burned like fire as her lungs were desperately seeking just one single gasp of air and her body started to twitch.
Wendy could see her older sister, Joey, now swinging on her own rope and occasionally their eyes met as they dangled. It wont be too long before they both expire and they were going to enjoy the sensations for as long as they possibly could.
Santa walked over and leant against the mantel piece of the fire, warming himself by the flames as he watched his handy work.
Wendy was now moving much less than she was before. Those pale, rounded hips still wriggling but much slower than before. Her jaw opened and closed as it tried to grab any air it could but the rope crushing her windpipe prevented even a sniff of life saving air to enter her lungs. She blinked rapidly as she hung there, helpless in the firelight watching her sister do the same.
Joey was a little more active; she still had oxygen in her blood and was managing to kick her knees in tandem a little higher. She wasn’t trying to escape of course but it was just a natural response to the restrictive predicament she was in. Her body was trying to fight death but her mind was welcoming it. That was the inner battle these snuff sluts craved.
Both girls’ faces started to turn blue and their twitching slowly began to subside. With one final gasp from Wendy, she expired and her long tongue rolled from her mouth and hung limply as her head lolled to one side. Her movements stopped entirely shortly after, the residual motions of paniced muscles soon ended and she hung from the rope still, just slowly rotating around the rope’s axis.
Joey was close but not quite there yet but soon her muscles also gave out the final twitches and her eyes rolled up into her eye lids. Her tongue slowly hung from her lips like a wet towel and the colour drained from her cheeks too.
Santa stayed and watched to make sure both girls were dead and he admired the soft slow, gentle rotations of the snuff sluts hanging from their ropes.
He left the girls where they hung, knowing they would make a wonderful Christmas roast for the next people to come across them in the morning and he couldn’t help but lick his lips at the thought of these two, golden brown and steaming on a carving platter.
He was tempted to take one home with him so Mrs Clause could make a wonderful roast but he knew she already had one in the oven by now.
Santa closed the door behind him, he was already behind on time but luckily he was ‘magic’ and could fix that pretty easily. He had an entire list of girls to get through tonight and as he unrolled his scroll, he checked his list. It was still early and by the morning, there would be plenty more girls left hanging like Wendy and Joey, like Christmas Baubles.
Happy Christmas and let’s hope you are all on Santa’s list!
xoxoxox