**This is an unfinished work; 95% complete but lacking a finished end and still needs edited for spelling/grammar/final polishing.**
**Disclaimer: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. Read it, don’t do it!**
I wasn’t sure what to expect from a title like that, but I clicked anyway. I was surprised to find myself directed to a livefeed, one of those with the live chats on the side. The video was black at first, with a simple countdown in the center of the screen. Apparently whatever I had clicked on was due to start in 6 minutes and change. I went back to the reddit tab; this message had only been posted 4 minutes ago.
*Here’s how this will work, Reddit! began the message, held steadily in front of the camera.*
The card was pulled aside and standing there, head bowed, was a woman. Slight of body with long, curly chestnut hair falling loosely over her shoulders, it was hard to tell her age. Her posture was demure, her hands clasped in front of her, feet together with toes pointed foreward. She wore a shin-length floral print skirt, loose and fluttering lightly in what might have been a breeze or might have been barely contained shivers of…what? Anticipation? Nervousness? Excitement?
She wore a delicate button-up blouse with lacy sleeves that flared slightly and ended just past the elbows. A single white flower, possibly on a clip, was nestled in the curls above and behind her right ear. Underneath her skirt, black strappy high heels clad her feet.
*This is my submissive, Lily. She has a number of fetishes and fantasies and kinks, including public play, humiliation, degradation, voyeurism and exhibitionism, and a few others I’m sure you’ll notice as time goes on…*
The card is lifted away, revealing another line of neatly-handwritten text.
*Like many of you, she adores indulging in her submissive nature, in serving and caring for her dominant, in having her power taken from her, not as an act of malice, but for its safekeeping. But deep inside her, as in all of us, she is aroused by terror. By true helplessness; not just being tied down, but in having no control over any aspect of the situations in which she finds herself.*
Several seconds went by for this card, perhaps to ensure even the slowest readers got a chance to take it all in or perhaps to build the tension; either way I read anxiously as this card too was moved aside.
*Lily wants more than bondage, more than a roomful of strangers watching as she is tied and beaten. She craves more than a hand around her throat, holding her in place by one of the tenderest (and cutest) of her features. Lily’s greatest fantasy bar none is to be publicly hanged. When her hands run over her thighs, her stomach, when she bucks in the throes of pleasure, she is imagining herself dangling in a noose, in front of a jeering crowd, completely helpless, completely powerless, completely objectified. Dangled and put on display for her suffering and pain and terror to serve as entertainment to a crowd of strangers.*
This time I was grateful for the length of time the card remained, as I had to read the message twice, three times, just to come to grips with what I had read. Confusion and curiosity mingled in my head. How could someone want such a horrific act to be visited upon them? I’d known plenty of masochists but none had ever come close to taking their desire for suffering this far. This card dropped, revealing the woman standing as silent and still as before. The camera jerked suddenly, and began to move, apparently being carried by whoever had flashed the cards. To the side of the woman, on a simple table, was a laptop hooked into some kind of mechanical contraption, firmly bolted to the wall. A strand of heavy duty metal wire. Visible on the screen was the website I had clicked mere minutes ago. The phrase “Voting locked” was visible in red letters. The camera settled and a new card was held up.
*Once Lily’s ordeal begins, this program will being tracking the up and down votes you cast on this website. These are not the same as on Reddit, so don’t vote there! There will be two phases to this game.
Every time the number of up votes exceeds the number of down votes by 10, the counter will reset and the machine will reel in one inch of cable. The cable, in turn, is connected to this:*
The camera shook again and the frame traced the wire, rised up at an angle, feeding through a heavily mounted pulley at the ceiling, and then- attached to the end of the wire was a thick rope, ending in a coiled noose. The camera backed away slowly until the noose, the floor beneath it, and the computer/wench contraption was all visible in the screen.
*As the number of up votes increase, Lily will be hoisted into the air, an inch at a time. This will continue until a preset number of up votes have been successfully cast, leaving my lovely little dancing girl dangling fully in the air…helpless and objectified, her pain and suffering put on display for people she has never even met…Just like her fantasy.*
The card lowered and two men entered from the side, guiding Lily to stand beneath the noose. Both wore bandannas over their lower faces and stocking caps to hide their hair. I didn’t blame them; while this wasn’t exactly illegal, my mind was racing with all the ways this could go horribly wrong, and the included an outraged moral minority going vigilante and doing their best to prosecute or punish the people involved…
The cards held off as the men prepared the woman. They turned her to face away from the camera as one used thin coils of rope to bind her wrists together behind her. I had enough experience with bondage to realize that these were expert players, and that the knots would hold tight but would go no tighter if the woman struggled- rather, as the woman struggled. It was impossible to conceive the woman remaining completely still as she was hanged- at least at first.
After her wrists were secured, the man placed his hands on the girl’s shoulders and turned her to face the camera. He knelt, running his hands slowly down her shoulders, arms, over her hips, her thighs, smoothing out the skirt over her legs…and down her calves to her ankles. It was a highly erotic moment, and also demonstrated an almost perverse sense of intimacy between the two.
As the first man began to bind the girls ankles together, taking care to prevent the ropes from wrapping over the thin strap of the high heels the woman wore, the second man who had guided the girl moved over to the computer and was running some unseen commands in the program. The wench let out enough slack that the noose fell nearly a foot. The word “Pos: PREP” appeared on the screen. This man moved next to Lily and said something; for the first time since the video started she looked up. She had a smile on her face, though the edge of nervousness was apparent in her eyes and the quiver of her lips, a tension in her cheeks that belied the fact a part of her was rightly terrified of what was about to happen to her. She gave a breathy exhalation, perhaps a laugh, before the second man kissed her cheek and took the noose in his hands.
She closed her eyes and tensed as the rope loop was passed over her head, and the man, no longer smiling at her, tightened the noose with a startling jerk. The girl spasmed once at the harsh closure, and her breathing visibly hitched, but after a moment her grimace loosened and she opened her eyes.
With Lily now bound and noosed, one of the men went off camera; the other moved back to the laptop. He entered a few more commands and the visible words changed to “Pos: READY” as the wench activated, drawing in several inches of the rope. Lily’s head was slowly forced to the side as the noose’s coils rose into the air and her face grew slightly darker; her parted lips made it clear she was already finding it a challenge to breathe normally. After several moments of this, another card appeared.
*After Lily has reached the predetermined height, the computer will automatically switch to phase two; At this point every ten down votes will release 2.5 inches of cable from the wench, lowering Lily back to the ground. Lily’s fate, however, is not just in one person’s hands alone; each viewer only gets one up vote and one down vote; some among you may seek to preserve her suffering by utilizing your down vote in phase one, leaving Lily’s ultimate fate in the hands of others when the time comes to lower her.*
The cards were coming faster now, and I felt a sense of dark dread as I wondered if everyone watching had enough time to understand that card fully. Another appeared.
*The implications of the one-vote system also means that to see this session through to a successful end, we need enough people playing the game to ensure that Lily gets the needed number of both up and down votes to complete both phases. If you insist on playing, make sure that you use your votes well; Lily is well loved and as excited as she is about this experience, she wants to remember it for a long, long time afterward.*
A final card was displayed-
*Voting will begin…
…Now.*
The card flashed away. The computer had changed again; underneath “Pos: P1” a large, black “0.” For several moments I held my breath, certain that what I was told was going on couldn’t be real, that this was just some kind of reality prank or darkly disturbing viral…something. An ad campaign, maybe.
But then, the 0 changed to a 1. Someone had cast a vote. And then there was a 2- a 3…seconds later, it went to 5, then back to 3. I realized with horror two people had already used their ability to save this girl from her insane stunt.
From then, the number began jumping erratically. It jumped from 3 to 10, and the automatic wench turned; an inch of cable, an inch of that girl’s lifeline, disappearing under the command of who-knows-how many anonymous viewers.
I watched the counter change for several more cycles; the votes were being tallied faster now, and I had counted three completed 10s. Lily was visibly gasping now, her lips opening and closing like a fish out of water, her eyes closed. The camera resolution was such that I could see the corners of her closed eyes begin to twinkle with moisture; her cheeks and nose were visibly darkened.
Another 10 flashed by on the screen, and another almost immediately after. Lily’s heels rose into the air, her toes barely holding the floor. How much of the girl’s weight was crushing into her throat?
I watched with appropriately breathless shock and horror as another ten flashed on the screen, and then Lily’s toes, pointed in their heels like a ballet dancer, were swinging gently, brushing the floor. How torturous must it have been for the girl, feeling the floor but not being able to rest her weight on it, as a cruel noose squeezed her delicate throat tighter and tighter?
And in that moment, I realized my up vote button was green. I hadn’t even realized I was doing it, but I was one of hundreds, maybe thousands of people who had helped hang this woman. As the full weight of what I had done hit me, I began to panic. I tried to focus on the number on the computer, willing it to cycle over again and again, but by now Lily’s pointed toes were five or six inches above the ground, her body jerking as she struggled in the rope, her bound legs bending at the knees like a mermaid, twisting at the hips, both legs, then one, then the other, stretching out, struggling to find purchase, support, anything to take her weight off this deadly noose even for just a second.
But every cycle hoisted her further into the air, she was a full 10 inches off the floor now. I had lost track of how much time had passed, but Lily’s struggles were no longer constant; there were lapses, a half-second or so long, where she was simply still. Focusing her strength for her next attempt to escape this miserable situation, or was she already losing control of her body?
“Stop it!” I shouted, leaning forward and grabbing my computer monitor. “Just stop!” I was consumed at the horror of what I was watching, but I couldn’t tear myself away. I was a part of this now, as helpless as if I was the one bound and hanging to death at the whims of the internet.
Lily was still now, her struggles becoming random, short jerks. Although her face still contorted in grimaces of pain as she turned slowly side to side, her body no longer appeared to be fighting of its own volition. The number cycled again and…
and the winch reversed its rotation. Without even a conscious though, I hammered on the down vote button. Within ten seconds, Lily had dropped back nearly to the floor. Her swinging toes, now as still as death, were two inches away from the floor. But I realized with horror that the cycle counter was jumping numbers again; this woman was frozen in place, hanging by her neck two inches in the air, and people were fighting to prevent her salvation.
I shouted again, a snarl of fury at the kind of person that would intentionally prolong the suffering of a stranger just because they could. Lily was no longer moving when the counter finally cycles over once more; and her toes dropped to the ground again. Several seconds later, another cycle completed and her heels dropped to the concrete as well.
But something was wrong- even though the ground was within reach, the girl continued to hang, her knees bending slightly, her weight still fully encompassed in the noose. Over the next few agonizing seconds, the counter began to gain ground again, and moments later just as the unconscious (Oh please let her be unconscious, please oh god please let her be ok) girl’s knees hit the concrete, the camera cut to black…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/emyr74/the_voting_game_cautionperilno_sexbreathplay