The Pact

Michelle leaned back against the pillows of her bed, her body still savouring the warmth of her last orgasm. Her hand stoked the soft hair of her young lover, nestled against her, head resting on her shoulder, with a slender hand lightly resting on one of her small, firm breasts. She had stopped crying, and now looked up at Michelle, her eyes red from her tears.

“It’s not fair!” she said suddenly. “I love you and I can’t see why my parents won’t understand.” She sat up, straddling Michelle, so they were face to face. Gently cupping her face, Michelle kissed her lightly on the tip of her upturned nose before answering. “Darling Tracy, I love you too. You’re the girl I want to spend to my life with. Many people don’t understand that. I think your folks are more upset about the age thing than anything. If you were older, they might accept it, or at least you’d be in position where you’d be out on your own and they would have to accept your decision. But they still see you as a child and me as a deviant old woman corrupting their baby. That’s why they want to stop it.”

“But it’s nothing to do with them!” Tracy said angrily. “You’re not that much older and I’m of legal age to have sex anyway. I would have thought they’d be happy I wasn’t fucking some guy and getting pregnant.” She paused for a moment, thinking, “maybe I should, just to get them back.”

Michelle, looking younger than her 26 years, ran her eyes up and down the slender body of the girl sitting astride her. Only 16, Tracy had already bloomed into womanhood; her slender body, with its smooth, pale skin, round hips and ass and tiny breasts, tipped by dark brown nipples, already turning heads wherever she went. They had met at a mutual friend’s party and - partly to Michelle’s shame and pride - she had seduced the girl, starting from almost the first moment they met. Although still a virgin, Tracy had responded quickly and within an hour had left the party with Michelle, returning to her apartment where they spent an amazing few hours exploring each others’ bodies. It had been a revelation for the younger girl. It had been her first experience of sex in any form and it was a whirlwind that she wanted more of. They had been together ever since, culminating in her offering her more experienced lover her virginity, which Michelle, with the assistance of a strap-on, had gratefully accepted.

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However, Tracy’s parents had become suspicious of their daughter’s relationship with the college girl and although they did not - or chose not to - realise the full extent of their friendship, had issued instructions to Tracy that she was no longer to see her. That afternoon, she had arrived at Michelle’s flat in tears, and poured out her heart. After her sobs had quietened, she sat curled up against her lover, their arms around each other. She lifted her head off Michelle’s chest and in a small voice said, “Make love to me, make me feel good and make this all go away.”

Looking down at her small, elfin face, tears streaking her cheeks, Michelle - a plan already forming in her mind - leant down and kissed her. Still locked in their tight embrace, tongues exploring each other’s mouth, they had stood and shuffled through to the bedroom. She deftly undressed the younger girl, before laying her on the bed and undressing herself. Tracy loved watching her strip. Her eyes watched avidly, her breathing speeding up, as she gently fondled her breasts. Her body, toned from hours in the gym, rivalled her young lover’s - also slender, her hips and breasts slightly fuller, but other than that, they were almost identical. They even shared the same hair colour - a rich auburn, although Michelle’s shaved pussy did not have the same light covering of soft, red pubic hair that Tracy had, and that she loved to run her hands and tongue through. Although Tracy had wanted to shave too, Michelle had cautioned against it, as it could cause problems at school, if it was - and certainly would be - noticed in the locker room.

She lay next to Tracy, placing her mouth over hers, tongue probing her lips and teeth and as she responded, darting against her tongue. At the same time, her hand gently stroked her thigh, slowly moving up and down, gradually moving towards the soft, pink folds of her pussy. Tracy moaned deeply, as she felt her fingers slide between her lips, already moist enough to allow their easy entrance. She parted her legs, moaning again as Michelle knitted two fingers together, moving them slowly in and out of her. Moving, so she knelt above Tracy, she started to work her tongue down her body, from her mouth, to her ears, neck, then circling each pert breast, as her spare fingers lightly tweaked a nipple, till it became a hard little button. She fastened her lips over this, sucking, licking, lightly biting it, her fingers starting to move faster, and Tracy’s moans became louder.

Then, running her tongue down her flat belly, deftly ducking around the soft patch of hair and running up her thighs, Michelle slid her hand out of the girl’s sodden pussy. At once, Tracy reached for her hand, raising it to her lips, and sucking them, savouring the taste of her own pussy on them. Michelle blew gently on the lips in front of her, passion having swelled them, revealing a glimpse of her moist, pink lips beneath. She lowered her head, and darted her tongue between them. Tracy stiffened, crying out in pleasure, her hips lifting against her lover’s face. Alternating between a pointed tongue, darting into her, to slow languid lick along the length of her tight pussy, to spreading her lips and closing her mouth on Tracy’s clit, she bought the girl to two shuddering orgasms.

She moved up the panting girl’s body, kissing her fiercely, letting her taste herself again, then whispered in her ear “I have something special for us. Do you want to try it?” Bright eyed, Tracy nodded, eager to do anything to prolong the pleasure. Michelle opened her box of tricks as she liked to call it and removed the object. In total length it was about 14 inches long, made of firm, but flexible rubber. Divided in two, it consisted of two 7 inch dildo’s, joined at the middle, enabling the girls to fuck each other. Tracy looked at it, breathing hard, running a hand over one of the curved shafts. Michelle placed one half in her mouth, sucking on it gently, and watched as Tracy followed suit with the other half. Tracy’s hands roamed over Michelle’s body, stroking her breasts, teasing her nipples till they both stood erect, then sliding a hand down to stroke her own shaved pussy. Her touch was still unsure of itself, but she was getting better under her older lover’s tutelage.

Michelle slipped the dildo from her mouth, happy it was lubricated and her own pussy was moist enough to accept it easily. “I’ll go first, then you can take it in your own time. I want you on top, angel, I want to watch you fuck me.” She lay back, spreading her legs, and sliding it into her, until the divider, with its small button designed to rub against her clit was flush against her labia. Tracy straddled her, holding the shaft protruding from Michelle in one hand, whilst parting her labia slightly with the other. She slid the head of the shaft in, letting out a moan of pleasure as it slipped in. She leant forward, resting her arms next to Michelle’s shoulders, then, eyes closed, slowly started to grind her hips, each stroke sliding it deeper into her. Michelle moaned as she felt her shaft being driven into her by the younger girl’s strokes and she started to move her hips in time, until with a final shuddering moan, it entire length slid into Tracy and they lay belly to belly. They kissed deeply, then Michelle wrapped her arms around Tracy, who gave a brief squeal of surprise as she was flipped over onto her back. Michelle began to thrust into her, each stroke pressing the respective ends of the dildo into each girl. Tracy arched her back, locking her legs around Michelle’s waist, her grip tightening as, with a piercing scream of pure joy, she climaxed again.

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It was after that that Tracy had wept again, pressing herself against Michelle’s body, as her own was wracked with sobs. They lay in the darkened room, Tracy nestled in the crook of Michelle’s arm. “It’ll serve them right if get pregnant by some boy,” she continued. Michelle’s slender hand, gently stroked one of Tracy’s breasts, which - still sensitive from their lovemaking - responded, the nipple again stiffening, almost to the point of pain. “You don’t want to do that, my love,” she said softly, “you don’t want some boy sweating over you, not knowing how to touch you, making you play with his prick, then making a mess in and on you. And probably telling his friends afterwards too. besides, how do you think I’d feel, knowing some boy was pawing this” - here she gave Tracy’s breast a gentle squeeze, eliciting another moan from her. “I love you, and not being able to see you is going to kill me. Somebody like you comes along once in a lifetime and if I lost you, well, I wouldn’t have a life left to live. It would destroy me.”

Tracy lifted her head from her lover’s shoulder, looking into her eyes. “But I feel the same. You’re everything to me, and my folks are mean and rotten for wanting to take it away from me. I wish I was dead….” She paused for a moment, as Michelle cupped her chin, and kissed her softly on her lips. “We could do that you know - make sure we were together forever and punish our parents.” The younger girl blinked. “What do you mean? And why would you want to punish your parents - you never speak of them, so what can they have done.” Michelle sighed. “I guess I owe it to you to tell you a little of my past. It’s simple really. I came out to my folks when I was 17, told them I was gay. Problem was, they were staunch Baptists and couldn’t quite comprehend. Unfortunately, they’re solution to the problem was to disown me entirely - I ceased to exist for them. But only after my father raped me, to show me what I was supposed to enjoy.” She sighed again.

Tracy was horrified. “That’s horrible!” she cried, youth preventing her from voicing her feeling adequately. “Oh god, Michelle, I’m so sorry that that happened to somebody as beautiful as you.” She clung harder to her, as if the truth might suddenly make her vanish. “Ever since that day, I’ve wanted to punish them for that. For making me feel dirty for loving somebody so pure. Your parents hate me, only because they think I’m too old for you. What do you think they’d do if they found out the truth about us? You’d also be punished, and the thought of that kills me more, than the thought of not seeing you again.”

Tracy opened her eyes, fighting the waves of pleasure Michelle’s relentless stroking was sending through her body again. “I won’t live without you, Mich, I love you too much for that.” Michelle kissed he again. “Do you really mean that, kitten? Because I do.”

Tracy sat up, an excited gleam in her eyes. “Then let’s do it,” she said hurriedly. “I want to spend eternity with you; I can’t risk losing you; this way we’ll be lovers forever.” She clung to Michelle, who could feel her body shaking. “Are you sure?” she asked, already knowing that she would, but only if her lover was willing. “Will you be my Juliet?” Tracy sat back, tears running down her cheeks again. “Yes, Mich, oh god yes. Let’s go somewhere where we can’t be troubled again. Where we’ll be lovers forever.” Then she burst into tears and clung to Michelle.

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The sun was setting as they finalised their plans. Over a few bottles of wine, they had discussed how best to do it, what would be clean and not too painful. Michelle did not own a gun, so that was out of the question. Likewise was stabbing and poison. Showing a remarkable turn of paranoia each girl felt - secretly - that one might not go through with it, if the other died first. Eventually, they decided on hanging and not knowing what exactly to do - “We’re the most useless romantic suicides in the world,” Tracy had joked - Michelle had scrounged the web for ideas.

Eventually, she found it on a site that no search engine would find, hidden behind several layers of pop-ups and useless info sites. It dealt specifically with asphyxiation, more specifically noose-play and self-hanging. Clearly this was people for whom stepping off a chair with a rough knot around the neck wasn’t enough. When she saw the simple design for a dual simultaneous hanging, she knew this was what she wanted. She printed the instructions and showed them to Tracy, wondering if the girl would back out. Instead she flung her arms around Michelle saying that it was perfect and she could think of no better way to go.

“I’ll need to do some shopping, angel, before we do this. I’ll get us something special to toast each other with, but I think it best if you stay here. You’re too young for some of the shops I have to go to.” She finished buttoning her blouse, then looked at her watch. “I’ll be about an hour, lover.” Tracy had gone quiet. “I think you need to make sure I don’t change my mind, Mich,” she said. “Make sure I’m here when you get back.” Michelle frowned slightly. “Just say if you don’t want this baby,” she said, “We don’t have to. We can take our chances with your parents.” Tracy shook her head. “No, I want to, really, but if I’m here alone, I might - I dunno - think my way out of it. Tie me to your bed; because I know once I see you again, I’ll know we have to do this. Please do it.” She looked up at Michelle, eyes wide and pleading.

She led Tracy back into her bedroom, rummaging through her cupboard for 2 pairs of stockings, as the young girl lay on the bed. As best she could, she tied her wrists together, then her ankles. These she then tied to the headboard and foot of the bed respectively. She thought for a moment, and then tearing off a strip of plaster from the box next to her bed, gagged the girl. “Mmm, you look so sexy like that,” she said looking down, into Tracy’s wide eyes. “We should have done this a long time ago. I could fuck you all day like that - and I think I will when I get back, lover.” With this promise, she leant forward, ran her tongue over Tracy’s nipples and left the flat.

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It was a little over an hour later when she returned, her purchases contained in two plastic bags. To avoid the possibility of arousing suspicion amongst the sales clerks, she had visited 2 hardware and 2 sex shops. Typically, the bored-looking assistants had barely roused themselves enough to ring up her purchases, let alone question what a pretty young girl want with rope, handcuffs and gags.

Tracy still lay bound on the bed, her eyes widening with relief as she saw Michelle enter the room. She gently removed the gag then kissed her. “Did you get everything?” she asked excitedly. “I’ve been lying here, dreaming about it, wondering what it will be like and I want to more than ever.” Michelle ran a hand down her still-bound body, stopping once she reached her pussy, which she started to stroke lightly. “I’ve bought us some champagne to toast ourselves with, but surely you don’t want to rush into anything do you?” she teased, her hand rubbing harder. Tracy, eyes closed, breath coming in short gasps, could only shake her head. Leaving her tied, she worked on her pussy with tongue and fingers, until her urgent gasps became cries of pleasure and Michelle felt her contractions beneath her tongue. Then she straddled Tracy, sitting on her face, moaning as the young girl darted her tongue into her pussy, pressing down, moaning as the girl lapped and sucked her smooth slit. Her own orgasm burst on her, making her throw back her head and let out a long shuddering moan as she came. Once done, she untied Tracy, poured the bubbling drink and they sat making their final plans.

“It’s actually simple, angel,” Michelle explained. “And we really to get to do it to each other.” Tracy squeezed her hand, her excitement showing. For once, Michelle was glad for the thatched cottage she rented. Normally she cursed it’s open roof, criss-crossed with rafter made from large round logs, as it let all sorts of much and bugs and dust settle on every surface within minutes of cleaning. Now the sturdy, exposed beams would be perfect for their swansong. The final set up would involve a long length of rope, noosed at each end. One would be fastened round Tracy’s neck, passing over two of the beams, then down over Michelle’s. Tracy would be standing on a small stool, the rope short enough to ensure she wouldn’t reach the ground. Michelle would tie her self to one of her armchairs, the combined weight enough to both strangle her, as Tracy’s weight pulled on her side of the noose, whilst keeping Tracy swinging at the same time. Although her hands would be cuffed behind her, she would make sure she had enough room to pull the rope attached to a leg of Tracy’s stool, pulling it from under her and hanging them together.

Tracy hugged her tightly. “Now, lover, let’s do it now. I don’t want to wait another minute.” They kissed deeply for the last time. Michelle took the equipment from the bag. “I think we need to be tied, to make sure this works. I’ll need to tie myself to the chair anyway, and I’d love to see you in ropes one last time.” Before that, she positioned the furniture, measuring the amount of rope needed. She measured this by having Tracy stand on tip toe on the stool, with the rope looped loosely round her neck, running it over the beams, and down to where she sat in the chair, looping it round her neck. Happy with the length, she started going over the instructions for tying a proper noose. It proved easier than she thought, and soon each end was graced with a tight, 8-loop noose. During the course of this they had finished the bottle and opened another, the alcohol helping to relax them and claming their nerves. Michelle was feeling more than Tracy, who seemed to be actively looking forward to it.

Finally, nothing remained but to position themselves. She picked up more rope, turning to Tracy. “I bought a spare pair of handcuffs, if you want, or I can use rope?” Tracy thought for a moment. “Rope please,” she said. “Those cuffs look ugly and heavy. Tie my ankles too.” She put her arms behind her, wrists together and Michelle knotted the rope around them, binding them tightly. Tracy’s ankles and knees were also bound. She held up a ball-gag. “I bought these especially. One each.” She stood in front of her as she opened her mouth, slipped it in and buckled it in place. “You look so beautiful,” she sighed, as she stepped back to admire her. She lifted her onto the stool, making sure she was balanced before placing the noose round her neck and pulling the knot tight. Tracy moaned through the gag, her eyes shining. Taking a final moment to run her hands over her young body, Michelle sat on the chair. It was a sturdy wooden affair that she’d inherited from her grandmother. It weighed a ton and would certainly support the slim weight of Tracy without moving. Taking more rope, she bound her ankles to the leg rests, ran rope across her knees and the armrests, securing her legs. She then inserted her own gag, buckling it tightly behind her head. Taking another length of rope, she fastened herself to the back of the chair, passing it tightly over her chest and stomach. The last thing she wanted was to be pulled from the chair. Hoping that it would be sufficient, she pulled the noose over her head.

It was a little too short, put by pulling on it, she was able to raise Tracy up on tiptoe, giving enough slack to pull her end tight. She looked over at the girl, balancing on tiptoe, now looking more frightened than excited. She fastened a handcuff around one wrist, before taking up the end of the rope tied to the leg of Tracy’s stool. Placing her arms behind her and keeping a grip on the rope, the fastened the other bracelet of the cuffs around her free wrist. There was now no turning back, unless somebody physically broke in rescued them. The key to the cuffs lay of the table across the room and there was no other way either girl could free herself.

For the first time the enormity of what she was about to do struck her. Only a few hours ago, she had been happy, in love, with virtually no cares in the world. Now she was moments away from taking not only her own life but that of her lover too. Tracy seemed to be increasing nervous too. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she was visibly trembling. Michelle took a deep breath, deciding it would be cruel to prolong it any longer. “I love you Tracy!” she called, the gag muffling her words slightly and tightened her grip on the rope. As she pulled, bracing herself for the sudden pull on her neck, the feeling of being strangled, she pulled the rope. As she did, Tracy’s eyes widened and she screamed “No! Don’t! I don’t want to die!” Even as she spoke, she felt the stool fall away beneath her toes. Her cry became a strangled gurgle as her weight pulled on the noose, pulling it tight, and cutting off her air.

Eyes closed, Michelle pulled the rope, knowing as she did that Tracy’s cry was too late and there was nothing she could do. She braced herself for the tightening off the rope, the pain of strangulation… then sliding into oblivion…, which never came. She opened her eyes, to see her lover jerking and twisting on the end of her rope, making desperate gargling sounds, as her face darkened. Saliva bubbled around her gag and her eyes rolled back, as Michelle watched in horror. Something had gone wrong, why wasn’t she dying? It seemed a matter of seconds before Tracy hung limply before her, her body swaying slightly from side to side. Her face was blue, her eyes bulging - garishly white against her dark hue. They seemed to accuse Michelle, “Why aren’t you dead?”

What neither girl knew was that the rope had snagged on a nail sticking out of one of the beams. As Terry’s weight had pulled on the rope, it had snagged against the head, catching fast, thus allowing Tracy to swing, but leaving Michelle - for the meantime.

Michelle was in tears, frantically muttering apologies to her dead girlfriend, but at the same time realising that she needed to get free. The only way would be to work a wrist through the cuffs. She hoped she hadn’t fastened them too tight. Frantically she worked them against the steel bands, trying to tuck her thumb into her palm. She could feel her skin chaffing against the metal, then the pain as it broke. Still she tried, her blood acting as a lubricant. Crying from a mixture of sorrow for her lover, pain and genuine terror now, she fought the pain, feeling her mutilated hand start to slip through the bracelet. The moment of joy as her hand slipped free was short lived as the nail gave up its grip on the rope and suddenly Tracy’s entire weight pulled on the noose round Michelle’s neck.

The rope snapped tight, jerking her head to the side and closing off her windpipe. Gasping for air, eyes wide, her hands flew to the rope around her neck, scrabbling for purchase to try and relieve the pressure. Soaked in blood they tried to dig between the rope and her neck, but kept slipping. The blood was roaring in her ears as she turned her attention to the knot, frantically trying to unravel it.  Her chest heaved, feeling like it was full of hot coals as it fought for air. Black spots began to fill her vision as her hands, now losing purpose first fluttered uselessly around the knot before dropping to hang limply at her sides.

Her last thought was “I hope Tracy waited for me.”