The vibrations took over her entire conscious mind. As strongly as she had resolved not to masturbate in front of him, there was nothing she could do to stop herself now. The necessary movements seemed much easier now than the first time she had tried them, flexing her stomach muscles, bending at the waist, feeling the rope gripping her neck as her hips rode upward, just an inch or so, then down again, and up, and down. She closed her eyes and gave in completely to the desperate need she felt, building up in her more strongly in each second that the vibrator buzzed within her. She almost screamed in frustration when, just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped.

She tried to yell at him, at the computer, at those people out there, NO, don't take it away from me, you can't take it away when I need it so much. She used her calf and thigh muscles to bend her knees, pulling against the chains on her ankles with all her strength, the rope nearly choking her as she pulled downward, adding to her excitement, and forcing the now-silent dildo much more deeply into her. The surface of the water in the tank rolled in agitation, with waves rocking from one side to the other, washing up over her chin rhythmically. She wished she could bring her legs together and clasp them tightly around the dildo. Getting there! Getting there! She felt her orgasm coming on, like an enormous bubble rising up to the surface of the ocean to finally... BURST over her and engulf her, her whole body quivering as wave after wave of pleasure shot outward from her sex and vibrated her entire being, her legs flexed, shaking, straining, her breath now cut off completely as she pulled downward so hard against the rope, cutting off the scream that threatened to tear her apart.

She came down from the mountain slowly, slowly, not remembering for a moment where she was or even who she was, only knowing that she had never in her life felt anything, anything at all that came close to the explosion she had just been through.

She could breathe again now, as her buoyancy in the water let her float back up to the point where the tension went out of the rope holding her neck. It would tighten again whenever she sank as much as an inch downward, but for now it rested lightly against her throat. She felt exhausted, and peaceful. It appeared that this was all that was going to happen, the vibrator stimulating her occasionally, perhaps taking her all the way to another orgasm later, perhaps cutting off maddeningly again to leave her having to do all the work herself. The water was starting to settle down. It had scared her a little, coming up over her chin once or twice, and it was still sloshing a bit, but slowly coming to rest, quieting down. Quieting down... not as much as it should. As the waves died, their sound seemed to remain, a splashing that suddenly seemed too loud to match the visible activity of the water. It came to her suddenly, Oh no, no no no.... the hose, the water... more water was now coming into the tank. The sound grew louder, more steady as she listened, her heart nearly stopping with the realization that somewhere out there, someone had decided they wanted to drown her.

The water was obviously higher now, no longer just at the top of her neck but over her chin, and still rising.

She had never been able to get out of the handcuffs before, but she had never before so desperately wanted her hands free. She knew her wrists couldn't get any more slippery than they were now, anyway, being totally submerged, but it didn't seem to be helping. She took hold of the right cuff with the fingers of her left hand, and tried as hard as she could to force the bones of her right hand closer together, commanding them to slide out through the steel ring, able to tell it was hopeless but unable to stop trying, feeling the metal press deep into her flesh, knowing there would be dark bruises. She tried to jerk her feet loose from the chains, but stopped immediately: the movement caused ripples on the surface, which was already lapping at the lower edge of the tape covering her mouth; the ripples reached nearly to her nose. She found she could get her nose up higher by leaning her head back and letting the back of her neck rest on the rope -- it allowed her that much movement. At that instant, the vibrator sprang into life again, and she moaned, thinking oh not now, not now please!

Tilting her head back had lifted her chin free of the water, but now the water climbed over it again, quickly rising along the slanted surface. She tensed the muscles in her legs, straining to straighten them as much as she could, gaining maybe another inch on the rapidly rising water. At the same time she felt the tingles, her whole being responding to the vibrator and to her helplessness in bondage, and, she knew, to the threat to her life that had always been a major part of her fantasies, a fascination with asphyxia that had led to this moment. Her ears were under the surface now, and she heard, in the muffled, clanky tone that sounds had underwater, a creaking noise coming from down below. Could that be the drain opening? Please, please be the drain, it could be, somebody could be trying to save me, please hurry! The water was still rising. As she felt it on her upper lip, and running into her eyes, she took two quick breaths and a long, deep one, and held it, just as the water reached her nostrils. Just seconds later the water closed up above the tip of her nose. This is it! I'm under! She watched the surface rise still higher, the dividing line between life and death, with her on the side of death, seeing life only an inch away and unable to believe she couldn't reach something that close. She tensed her leg muscles, out straight! Straight! And knew in that moment an orgasm was coming, and she couldn't stop it.

Oh God, she thought, I can't hold my breath through an orgasm! I'm sure I can hear the water draining now. I think I can hold my breath another 30 seconds... is the water coming down? I can't tell, all I can see is the surface, jiggling, just above my eyes... the vibrator, oh God, I feel it coming, so hot, so hot between my legs, so good, soooo g-g-g-g-g.....

The feeling of heat flowed out from her sex, shaking her whole body. She lost all physical control, everything she needed to keep the breath inside her, and it escaped in a stream of bubbles from her nose, blinding her with their shimmering beauty, the air she had no way to replace, going, going, the bubbles getting small, emerging more slowly... suddenly not bubbles now, instead a whistling sound as the very last of her lungs' supply flowed directly into the open air into which her nose had emerged, free of the water whose surface had now sunk down to the level of her cheekbones, and she refilled her lungs in a great, gasping breath filled with the sweetest-tasting air she had ever known... they saved me! she thought. They want me to live!

She let her head fall back forward, streams of water flowing down her nose and cheeks, a loose strand of soaked hair partly across her right eye. She could see him as her vision cleared, leaning forward in his chair. There was no sign at all that he would have done anything to help her. She had been a fraction of a second from drowning, and he was simply sitting. Whatever happened, she knew for certain now that it would be decided by her audience on the Internet, not by him... she felt she had known that all along.

The vibrator was still humming. For the moment it held no interest for her. Her whole body was limp, totally exhausted. The water was back down to her neck, now... she thought now it might be a little lower than it had been at the beginning. She looked at the camera, knowing it was the important thing now, not him. Thank you, she wanted to say. You can stop now, okay? The water is low enough, I'm okay now.

It was down to her shoulders, and she felt the first tugging of the rope, now taut and holding her throat snugly. To her surprise, she found she had not yet used up her entire body's supply of adrenaline, and her heart, which had just been starting to slow, started pounding once more. Stop it now, she tried to plead with her eyes to the camera, give me a chance to rest a minute, at least. There was no sound at all from the hose behind her head now, only the swirl of the water flowing down through the drain. She watched the camera, knowing there was nothing she could do. Did you all just decide to kill me this way instead? Is someone going to save me again?

She looked down and saw the tops of her breasts, then her nipples, emerge from the water. The rope held her neck tightly now, more uncomfortable with each passing second.

Every image she had ever had of this end, every fantasy of hanging, came back to her now. It's real this time. I'll really know what it's like to hang. Memories of all the times she had laid in bed, her fingers rubbing her sex, her eyes closed, while imagining she was dangling helplessly on the gallows, came back to her. The heat, the incredible feelings of those times were back with her now, and it seemed as if it was her own fingers rather than a buzzing dildo that was reaching up between her legs, and she remembered the way her fingers and her fantasies had taken her to the greatest heights she had ever known until today.

The rope was now holding her head too tightly for her to move it anymore. She had gradually felt it tipped over to the right, and now it was held rigidly that way. She could feel that the water was down to her navel, and the discomfort around her neck had become pain. Her breath rasping in her throat, she tried to reach the sides of the tank with her toes, though she knew from previous attempts they couldn't come close. If the water wasn't going to support her, there was nothing else for all her weight to rest on -- except the noose around her neck.

The vibrator had been forced much deeper inside her, and she felt its buzzing more insistently through her entire body. A small part of her mind begged the camera to save her, knowing that just a few clicks of the mouse from of few kind people would give her back her breath. But the larger part was focussed on a nearer sight... as the water had gone down her image reflected on the wall of the tank had emerged, the image of a woman, naked, dangling by the neck from the end of a rope, and she couldn't tear her eyes away from it. Her fingers rubbed her sex... no, she thought, that can't be my fingers, my hands are back here, behind me... what's rubbing me then? Oh, the vibrator. I need to help it...

With difficulty, barely able to breathe now, she started flexing her stomach muscles once more, feeling the excitement build as her swollen sex lips rubbed the sides of the vibrator. She wasn't sure if there was time... she could have one more orgasm, she was sure she could, if only it could get here soon enough. The water level had just dropped down below her sex, and it made little splashing tickles just where the vibrator went into her -- only a few times, before it dropped down to her upper thighs, too low to play between her legs anymore.

Her eyes still fixed on her ghostly image on the glass, she flexed her stomach rythmically, adding to the pain in her neck each time she pulled herself upward, but not caring as the tension built inside her. Relieving the tension was much more important than the pain, more important than breathing. As the water reached her knees she tried to draw another breath and found she couldn't. She felt the heat in her face, and knew how red she must be -- even her reflected face looked red, now. Hurry, she told herself. There isn't much time now.

She could feel the explosion building up in every part of her body, not just her sex, but that was where the feeling was focussed the most. She used her stomach and neck to rise upward, and then, as she let herself down, she pulled against the chains on her ankles, letting the vibrator push deeper into her than ever, sliding up and down farther than she had thought she could, fearful only that she would faint too soon from the lack of air. The water was down to her ankles, her toes, now below them, and as she realized the water was completely gone, that all of her weight was hanging by the neck from the rope and nothing else was supporting her, she looked once more into the eyes of her image, seeing the wide-eyed strangling girl looking back, knowing it was herself. That's me there, I've been hanged! I'm H-H-H... OHHHHH!!!

The spasms of orgasm shook her more violently than any she had ever experienced or even imagined before. She saw the reflected girl, dimly now through red clouds that began to come in from the sides of her vision, and thought, how beautiful, she is resting in soft, bright red flowers that now begin to cover her over, she is going away from me, sinking down into their softness.....

*****

He rose from the chair and walked to the camera, clicking it off. He walked slowly now, a little awkwardly, behind the tank to shut down the server, taking it offline permanently. Finally he came back around to the front of the tank and looked at her. There was no sign of movement, no twitch of any muscle. Her body hung limply in the hold of the noose. He studied her face for a long time. Her unseeing eyes were open wide, fixed on something in front of her, a damp string of hair in front of the right one. He looked for signs of fear, saw none, not now. Only wonder, and peace. Maybe it's true then, he thought. None of the living will ever know for sure, but maybe it really is true that if you die during an orgasm, it will last forever then. He hoped so. He took one last, close look... yes, I think it's true, he said to himself.

He looked down, then, at the spreading wet spot just below his crotch, smiled and nodded his head. So orgasms go on, in death. But the living have to change their pants.

He left the room to change and shower, leaving her alone. She didn't need him anymore.