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This is a FANTASY DEATH board focused on fantasy about the death of woman and transvestites in their pantyhose.
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There are four main theme of the board topics:
1. Woman death fantasy (pics, videos, writtings)
2.Crossdresser death fantasy (pics, writtings)
3. Pantyhose fetish (pics - both woman & crossdresser)
4.Death fantasy stories (original stories by the talented visitors of the board)
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Dying girls in in their shiny pantyhose
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Dying crossdresser - Adrina - in her sweet pantyhose
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Pretty Girls and TV/TS/CD-s in their lovely pantyhose
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Fantasy death stories
MUTINY
a story by PHantom
The “Raging Hose” was a pirate ship that had spread terror across the Atlantic Ocean and the Caribbean Sea for years. The captain of the ship was named Adrina. She was an incredibly beautiful woman with the most beautiful legs anyone had ever seen. She always wore clothes that would show off as much of her long legs in shiny pantyhose as possible.
She had three women as her officers – Veronica, Vanessa, and Sally. All of them were beautiful, and all of them wore pantyhose every day to accentuate the beauty of their legs. The entire crew of the ship was made up of men who would gladly have died in the service of this group of women. At least until recently.
Vanessa was second in command on the “Raging Hose.” She was dark skinned, with black hair that flowed down her back to her waist. When the “Raging Hose” attacked other ships, she could always be found in the fiercest fights, her raven hair flying wildly in the wind. She wore a short black skirt, white blouse, and strappy sandals with 5” heels.
Veronica was next in command. She was loud and boastful among the crew, but deep down she was afraid of them. She was painfully aware of her slight build, and always worried that someday she was going to face someone much larger and stronger than she was when there was nobody there to help her. She wore a formal navy blue suit with a mini skirt and jacket over a cream-colored blouse, and 4” pumps.
Sally was Adrina’s bodyguard. She was fiercely loyal to Adrina, and would gladly die to protect her from harm. She was the most conservative dresser of the four, wearing longer skirts and fuller blouses, but always wearing sheer pantyhose and knee high boots with high heels.
Adrina knew there was going to be trouble if conditions didn’t improve. The Royal Navy had been hunting for her ship and crew all over the Caribbean for months. Several times they had almost been captured. They barely escaped, thanks to the cunning of Adrina and the ferocity of Vanessa. No port was safe for them any more. However, they were running low on food and water, and Veronica had been given the job of rationing out the remaining supplies to the crew.
Adrina’s officers had been telling her for weeks about the growing unrest among the crew. Vanessa had reported seeing small groups of the crew whispering and pointing towards the captain’s quarters. She suspected they would try to mutiny, but had no idea when that might happen.
The leader of the mutineers was a giant man named Sven. Veronica had long suspected that he had a fetish for her feet. Every time she looked at him, she caught him staring at her feet. He would turn away when he realized she was looking at him, but his eyes always returned to stare at her feet again.
Veronica had ordered him to be whipped for trying to take more than his ration of food and water. As he was being whipped, she stood by his side and whispered to him, “The crew thinks this whipping is about rations. I want you to know - This whipping is for staring at my feet. You will never touch them!” Since that day, he had a special hatred for Veronica, and vowed that someday he would kill her with his bare hands.
The night finally came when the men planned to seize control of the ship. It was agreed that all four women would die before the sun came up the next morning. As the night grew dark, the men slipped into hiding places to wait for Adrina and her officers to come out of the captain’s quarters after dinner.
It was Veronica’s turn to take the first watch of the night. She stepped out of Adrina’s quarters and breathed deeply. She realized immediately that something was wrong. The wind was blowing on the wrong side of the ship. Someone had changed course without notifying Adrina or any of the officers. She thought about going back to warn the other women that something was the matter, but decided she could handle this situation herself.
Veronica walked boldly across the deck. The clicking of her high heels on the wooden deck let Sven know exactly where she was as he hid in the shadows. She paused at the base of the main mast and looked up at the crow’s nest to see if the lookout had been posted as she had ordered. She couldn’t see anyone up there. The deck of the boat was strangely deserted as well. She heard and felt someone moving behind her.
Before she could scream, Sven slipped out of the shadows, covered her mouth with his left hand, and grabbed her around the neck with his right hand. Using only one hand, he lifted her off the floor by the neck and slammed the back of her head against the base of the wooden mast. He spoke to her through teeth clenched with hatred.
“Tonight you are mine, Veronica! Can you feel the power of Sven?”
Veronica was stunned, but not unconscious. She clawed at his massive hand and kicked her legs wildly. He gripped her neck more tightly, closing her windpipe and choking off her air supply. She tried to pry his fingers off of her throat. His hands were as strong as iron from years of working on sailing ships. She realized that her greatest fear had become reality. If someone didn’t come to her rescue, Sven was going to kill her.
She was aware of a burning sensation on her thighs as a few drops of urine dribbled through the crotch of her pantyhose and trickled down her legs. She tried to stop the overwhelming urge to pee, but she was beginning to lose control of her body. The dribble became a gushing stream. She felt completely humiliated as hot urine flowed down her silken legs and formed a puddle on the floor.
Sven looked into her eyes as he tightened his grip even more. He heard a soft crackling sound as her larynx was crushed in his hand. Veronica twisted and writhed pitifully as her body screamed for air that would not come. Her pumps slipped off and dropped lightly onto the deck. She felt her shoes come off, and knew in that moment that she was going to die with her beautiful stockinged feet exposed and helpless. What would Sven do with her delicate feet after she was dead? That thought aroused her more than she had ever been aroused in her life.
Her fingers slowly lost their grip on Sven’s hand. Her arms dropped to her side as she drifted into blackness. Sven could hear a soft swishing sound as her silken hose-covered legs and feet twitched and rubbed together in her death throes. He continued to hold her against the mast until she had stopped moving, and then released his grip on her throat. Veronica dropped heavily to the deck and lay still.
He knelt and slid his hand up and down her legs to feel her pantyhose. His hand paused on her crotch, where he felt the unmistakable sticky wetness of her final orgasm. He lifted her silken feet to his face and inhaled deeply, enjoying the aroma of perfume and warm leather that lingered on her hose-covered feet.
He pulled his penis out of his pants and started to masturbate against the soft bottom of her stockinged feet. Before he could ejaculate, he was interrupted by the sound of another woman walking towards him in high-heeled shoes. He knew in an instant that it was the sound of Vanessa’s sandals against the deck. He slipped his penis back in his pants and disappeared into the shadows.
Vanessa saw Veronica lying at the base of the mast. She knelt by her side and rolled her onto her back. Veronica’s eyes were open and staring blankly into the night. Vanessa could feel that the body was still warm and limber. Veronica must have died within the last few minutes. Vanessa slowly stood and drew her dagger. The killer had to be close by. She heard a voice speak her name.
“Vanessa!”
Sven stepped out of the shadows and stood several feet from Vanessa. She turned to face him, holding the dagger at arms length to keep him at bay.
“Sven! Don’t come near me! You’re going to hang for killing Veronica! Get over by the mast where I can see you!”
Vanessa had no idea how much danger she was in. While her attention was on Sven, several other mutineers were sneaking up behind her. With no warning, one of them struck her across the top of the head with a plank. Vanessa fell to her knees and dropped her dagger on the deck.
Sven moved with unbelievable speed for such a large man. He picked up the dagger and grabbed her long, black hair. He pulled her head back, exposing her delicate throat.
“Goodbye, Bitch!”
With one savage movement he slashed her throat with the blade of the dagger. It cut all the way to the bone in the back of her neck. Blood sprayed out of the horrible wound and splattered all over the deck. He let go of her hair and stepped back.
Vanessa clutched at her throat. Blood that should have gone to her brain poured out of the cut and streamed down her blouse. She swayed back and forth a couple of times and fell backwards beside Veronica’s body. Her head rolled to the side, almost completely severed from her body. Her long, exquisite legs trembled briefly in their pantyhose-covered splendor, and then she lay still.
The men stood over the two dead women, whispering about what to do with them. Adrina and Sally slipped out of the captain’s quarters and immediately saw the pack of mutineers standing over the two dead women. Adrina felt herself become aroused at the thought of what the men would do to Veronica and Vanessa.
She tapped Sally on the shoulder, pointed to the back of the ship, and held her finger to her lips. Her idea was for them to sneak to the stern of the ship, lower a dinghy, and get away. The plan might have worked, but the planks of the deck creaked under their feet as they crept away. Sven turned and saw them.
“There they go!”
Adrina and Sally ran towards the stern of the ship. Adrina still hoped they could jump overboard with and swim to safety. Sally turned her head in time to see a man about to throw a knife at Adrina.
“Adrina – look out!”
She swerved and put her body between the man and Adrina. She screamed in agony as the knife struck her in the back and buried itself to the hilt. She fell to the deck and tried to crawl towards the stern.
Adrina stopped, came back, and tried to help her friend get back on her feet. Sally clutched at Adrina’s silken thighs, unable to get up. As her face came in contact with Adrina’s crotch, she felt the swollen erection under Adrina’s short skirt against her cheek.
She looked up at Adrina with eyes filled with surprise and wonder. She pressed her lips against the throbbing secret, kissed her tenderly there, then sank to the deck and lay quivering at Adrina’s feet. She shuddered one time and lay still.
Adrina looked down at her longtime friend, but didn’t have time to mourn. She was almost surrounded by the mutineers. She saw the rope ladder that went to the rigging at the top of the mast in the aft portion of the ship. She kicked off her pumps and quickly began climbing towards the safety of the top of the mast.
The life-threatening danger she was in was incredibly arousing. Sally’s lips on her crotch had brought her to the brink of an orgasm. She felt the unmistakable tingling in her crotch that meant an orgasm would begin in moments with just a little more stimulation.
She looked up the mast to see several of the mutineers waiting in the rigging above her. She was trapped. She couldn’t go any higher without being caught by the men above her, and couldn’t go back down to the angry mob waiting below. She knew that the mutineers were going to kill her as soon as they got their hands on her.
Adrina decided to end her own life rather than suffer at the hands of the mutineers. She looked down at her legs covered in sheer, shiny pantyhose, and wished she could kiss them one last time. She pulled the dagger out of the sheath on her belt with her right hand and plunged it deep into her stomach. She pulled the bloody knife out of her stomach, held it for a moment, and then dropped it onto the deck below.
The pain of the knife in her stomach was the final stimulation needed to drive her into a massive orgasm. She had hit a major artery with the dagger, and was losing blood fast. She felt herself losing her grip on the rope ladder. She had no strength to hold on any longer. The rope slipped through her fingers and she started to fall.
As she fell, her beautiful stockinged feet slipped off the rung of the rope ladder she had been standing on. They slid between the rungs of the ladder and became entangled in the rope. She was suspended upside down on the rope ladder. Her arms hung down below her head, and her hair covered her face.
The mutineers rushed the ladder and stabbed Adrina repeatedly, taking out their frustration and rage on her lifeless body. Since she was hanging upside down, gravity pulled her skirt up and exposed her manly secret to everyone. The last few drops of creamy semen oozed slowly from the tip of her penis through the sheer fabric of the crotch of her pantyhose, but she no longer felt anything. Adrina was dead.
The mutineers cut the rope ladder and let her fall heavily onto the deck. Though her secret was exposed, the men couldn’t help but be excited by the feminine beauty of her exquisite pantyhose-covered legs and feet, glistening in the early morning sunlight. They laid her on the deck beside the bodies of Veronica, Vanessa, and Sally, and took turns abusing their lovely legs.
When they were finished with them, several of the men took a length of rope and tied the four dead women together in a tight bundle. They tied an anchor to the end of the rope and dropped the women over the side of the ship. The women slowly sank out of sight in the emerald water, bound together in a tangle of pantyhose-covered legs.
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