I'll hang for art (Consensual, Hanging, Romance)

Part 1 of 3

As I walked into the studio, I was struck suddenly with the thought that I would never leave it again. It was a scintillating moment of apprehension that wrapped itself around my heart and weighed it down in my chest. I stood there in the doorway, knowing that I could still turn back, part of me wishing to do so. The other part of me knew that my life’s conclusion was long foregone. With a flutter in my breast, I took a step forward into the room where I would hang.

I could see studio lights brightly illuminating the curved black curtain backdrop on the far side of the room. They were the only lights currently on, and I saw nobody else in the room, so I approached slowly, calling out an inquisitive “Hello?”

“Oi!” Came a man’s voice from behind me. I turned to see that someone had entered the room through the same door, a man carrying a large plastic container. “You must be Sadie.” he said, maintaining his brisk stride. Momentarily surprised, I made a quick affirming noise, and he kept talking, moving past me towards his equipment. “Let me put this down and I can shake your hand.”

“Sounds good.” I said, unsure of how informal I should be acting.

“Sadie!” Came a new voice from the darkness, a woman this time. “It’s so nice to meet you.” The woman moved closer and took my hand in hers. She held my hand gently and gave it a few soft pets. “I want to thank you so much for doing this for us.” She said with a tone of genuine appreciation. “It can be so hard to find willing models, so you must understand how special you are to us here.” With a slow movement she brushed her soft moist lips across my knuckles in a tender kiss. “Thank you.”

I was taken aback by the sincerity of her words and actions, such that I stood gaping for what I realize was too long. Finally I managed to force myself to speak. “Well I have been such a fan of your work for years now…” I fumbled with my words, still awestruck by the tenderness the woman had expressed. “Doing this just seemed right. Miss Dayton” I said finally, happy with that as a summary of the myriad thoughts running through my head mile-a-minute.

“Please.” She said with great levity. “Call me Julia, and my man over there is Daniel. These events always become such intimate encounters, it won't do to be calling each other by surnames.”

I smiled. “Of course. Julia it is.”

Excitedly, Julia led me by the hand towards the circle of light where Daniel was busy unpacking equipment. “Come on then, to the light now! I want to get a good look at you.” Almost galloping, she led me into the light and spun to face me. “Oh my! Aren’t you just the cutest!” She exclaimed happily. “Even better in person than in your portfolio pictures.”

“I should hope so.” I said with a smile, finding myself falling easily into the spirit of lighthearted joviality.

Julia moved to my side, angling herself to see me in profile. “Augh! And your tits are just the best.” She reached forward and tugged at the top of my blouse, letting my tits lift up and fall weightily back into their resting position. The forwardness surprised me, and I resisted the impulse to cover my chest defensively with my arms. “They’re heavy!” she exclaimed. “I’m jealous. Those are going to bounce nicely for us today. Don’t you think Daniel?”

“Little busy here.” Came Daniel's reply, his eyes scouring the table of camera equipment before him as he organized his workspace.

Julia gave a smile and a light roll of the eyes. “He has a ‘system’ best to just leave him to it.” She said, not without bemusement.

“Love you too babe.” Replied Daniel, clearly only half listening.

With the whirlwind chaos of Julia’s energy, and her way of leading my attention up to this point, I had not taken the time to assess Julia’s appearance. Her dark hair was cropped short (sensible for those with our shared interests), shaved along one side and combed over towards the opposite. She wore a cute pair of olive green Capri pants, her pert athletic breasts framed stunningly by a white tank top, and the thin straps of a lovely black bra peeking out from under her shirt. As cute as this outfit was, it was all window dressing to the stunning centerpiece that brought the look above and beyond. An inch-thick three strand hemp rope had been fashioned into a fantastically erotic necklace. Fastened in the back with tassel hooks, the rope hung loosely at the base of her neck, resting just above the collarbone.

I could not hide the way the ornament had taken me in, my eyes being locked to it quite inseparably. “That is stunning.” I said after a pause, motioning to that beautiful hemp band.

Smirking, Julia reached up and fiddled with the rope. “I’m glad you like it. Daniel put it together for me. I obviously can’t go out in public wearing a noose, but this thing is another story.”

I reached out with my hand, grasping for the thing. “May I?”

“Of course.” She said, removing her hand from the loop.

I reached up and stroked the hemp with my hand, it may have been rough at first construction, but over time the natural oils of Julia’s skin had seeped into the fibers, loosening and moisturizing the hemp, such that it was now soft, flexible, pliable. Playing with the loop, I hooked a finger into the back of it, and slowly began to lift. The lightly oiled rope slid smoothly up Julia’s neck as I pulled, until it fit neatly into the crook of her jawline.

Julia shook violently for a moment, her voice quavering with shock. The suddenness of her reaction made me start, and I retracted my hand swiftly, involuntarily uttering a quick. “I’m so sorry!”

“No, you’re just fine Sadie dear.” Said Julia, her cheeks rapidly turning a deep red. She

brought her hand up and threaded her fingers through the rope around her slender neck. “It’s just…” this was the first moment since meeting her that Julia seemed at a loss for words.

Daniel was the one to break the silence. “It’s just that that is my signature move.” He said, leaning back against his work table, a cocksure smile spreading slowly across his face. “Give that thing a light tug and she’ll go from zero to one-hundred in an instant.”

Julia let out a sheepish giggle, her red cheeks flaring hotly as she rubbed her throat. “This is going to be a good day.” She said, more to herself than anything.

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Daniel motioned to a position in the middle of the film space and asked me to take my mark, so he could adjust the lighting. It was with a sense of knowing eroticism that I noted the spot lay directly beneath a stout beam, with a heavy metal ring protruding from it. I said nothing, but I dwelt for a few moments on the part that ring would play in my death, my hand instinctively grasping for my throat. I was standing in the very spot where I would hang to death.

Daniel must have seen the look in my eye as he fiddled with light filters. “Having second thoughts?” He asked.

I surprised myself with how quickly my answer came. “No.” I said with some confidence. “I did before I walked into this room, but now I can’t imagine any other way I’d rather go out.”

Upon hearing this, Daniel stopped what he was doing and turned to me. “I’m happy to hear that.” He said softly, a smile spreading across his face.

A pair of hands swiftly weaved their way under my arms from behind and groped hungrily at my tits. “‘Me too!” said a markedly enthusiastic Julia, clearly still buzzing from the erotic high from a few moments prior. “I can’t wait to put a noose around that sexy neck of yours!” She held herself close to me, relentlessly kneading my tits.

I let out a slight disbelieving chuckle. “My god Julia, you’re so wet you’re leaving a trail.” The two of them laughed heartily from the jab, Julia digging her face into my back in embarrassment. Inwardly I hoped they thought I was clever enough to think up that turn of phrase on my own, and not having simply lifted it from a Lynx story. If they knew of my plagiarism they showed no signs.

“Fine, I’ll stop.” Said Julia, giving her groping session one final hurrah, before releasing me. “I meant what I said though. ”

“I don’t doubt it.” I said truthfully.

Daniel returned to his work, and Julia turned me around to face her. “Now that I have you here, we need to talk wardrobe. I know it’s your big event and everything, but as the artists, Daniel and I were hoping you would be willing to do this nude. If you want a bikini or lingerie we would understand, but our last shoot eight months back had a whole beach theme going on, so our model was sporting swimwear, and we thought that doing clothed hangings twice in a row would be a little monotonous.”

I flashed a reassuring smile. “I want you two to have complete creative freedom.”

Julia met my smile. “That’s refreshing to hear. Many girls come to us making all sorts of demands. Which I understand, it’s their hanging, they want it done their way. We try to encourage our models to make this experience their own, but we also have to think of the end product. It can be frustrating when a model has a lot of specifics they want control over.”

Daniel, adjusting a light diffuser, spoke. “You should have seen the ensuing debate when one girl wanted to be hooded.”

Julia rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated grunt. “Hoods are the worst! What’s the point of hanging if you can’t feel a rope against your skin!”

Daniel walked up and joined our little circle. “She’ll talk your ear off about hating hoods if you give her the time of day.” He put an arm around Julia’s shoulder and planted a kiss on the top of her head. “Personally, I could take them or leave them.” Julia was clearly about to respond, but Daniel placed a cupped hand over her mouth playfully. “Let’s not rehash that old argument, hun.”

The two struggled for a moment before Julia managed to peel the hand from her mouth. “If you ever ask me to wear a hood, I swear I’ll divorce you.”

“Consider me warned.” He turned his attention to me. “The lighting is set the way I like it and the wide shot cameras are set up. I think we’re ready to move on with this thing.”

I felt my heart sink, and I guess I couldn’t keep my slight disappointment from my face.

“Already? I was hoping for… a bit more of a build up.”

Daniel shook his head and placed his free arm on my shoulder. “Oh of course, I guess that statement gives the wrong idea. Don’t you worry, you won’t be in the air for real for a little while yet. We just need to get some preliminary shooting out of the way first. Then we’ll stop for a bit of a break, eat some lunch, then we’ll move on to the main event.”

Julia clapped her hands excitedly. “Let’s get moving! The sooner we get you stripped, the sooner I get to string you up! She moved away from Daniel and I and made her way towards a nearby table where some bags for clothing had been set aside.

I turned to Daniel. “She’s excitable isn’t she?”

He nodded. “She’s a handful, but I love her. You should have seen her when we first received your email expressing your interest as a model for us. She couldn’t take her eyes off the pictures you sent, fixating on your neck the whole time.”

This made me smile, the thought of Julia obsessing over me the way I often did of her. “Does she act like that with everyone she meets or what?”

“No, she only allows herself to be like that with people who’ve agreed to let her hang them. It’s like the knowledge that a person is offering themselves up to us just opens a floodgate, and this behavior comes rushing out. I assure you she’s quite normal.” Daniel motioned to the far table where Julia had gone. “You should get over there. Julia is giving me the stink eye for keeping you this long.” I nodded, thanked him and began to turn away, but his hand stopped me at the last second. Wordlessly he slowly moved his hand to my throat and lightly ran his thumb along the ligature of my neck. With a gentle nudge, he lifted my head to the side. Finally, he spoke. “Fuck, Sadie. You really are going to be stunning.”

Hearing those words, I felt something melt inside me. I could have taken his face in my hands and kissed him deeply. I could have taken his hand about my neck and lick the thumb he had moved across my skin. I could have tugged at the front of his pantline. But I didn’t. I merely thanked him, and excused myself. I didn’t understand my actions afterwards. I felt like I couldn’t breath easily, or like a weight had been placed on me. Daniel had been so very sweet, much the way I had imagined him, so what was this feeling that overtook me.

Julia had been the perverted handsy one ever since I had arrived, and I had greeted her warmly. Yet when Daniel made an advance I inexplicably retreated from him. I felt very small, and knew Daniel must think me very rude. When I looked back at him across the studio, I could see him making adjustments to his crotch for comfort.

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Julia seemed impatient, but happy that I had finally joined her. "Okay let’s get you ready for the show." She said, rubbing her hands together greedily. "First thing is to get you out of those clothes." She reached forward purposefully and began to unbutton my blouse.

I simply nodded, still somewhat rattled from my encounter with Daniel. Julia clearly had no trouble picking up on my mental state, twisting her mouth with concern. "I'm glad you and Daniel got a chance to get acquainted." She finished with my last button, opening my shirt to reveal my blue satin bra. She gave my tits a brief caress before disengaging from me and beginning to undress herself.

"I think I've already messed up with him." I said, shucking my shirt from my shoulders. I gave a brief account of my interaction with Daniel, the two of us dutifully undressing throughout. As I freed my second leg from the bunched up mass of pants around its ankle, I said. "I'm such an admirer of his work. Yet when I finally meet him I act like he's some rando at a bar getting too friendly."

Julia seemed bemused by my dilemma. Her light chuckle muffled as she slipped her tank top above her head, uncovering her black lace bra beneath. "I wouldn't worry, Sadie." She said, turning the tank top right side out in her hands. "When I first met Daniel, we were in college together. He was a quiet photography student, and I often volunteered to be a model for a little extra cash. I would do your standard-fare photoshoots for some of the other students, and Daniel was often near at hand, working on his own art projects. I soon noticed that his eyes would often follow me as I moved through the photography studio, even when I wasn't the object of his work. I thought nothing of it at first, but it persisted, rather annoyingly. I noticed him doing the same thing when we would pass each other around campus. I could feel him undressing me with his eyes. I almost wanted to confront him about it.

“One day, I was walking in the courtyard between classes, and he was there. He hadn’t yet noticed me, because I caught him while he was working. A goldfinch had landed on a hedge, and Daniel was desperately trying to line it up for a photograph without scaring the little thing. For the first time I saw him staring at something other than myself, and in his eyes was the same intensity I had been subjected to. I saw his face in profile, and was struck by his stoic handsomeness.

“After he took his picture, and the finch had flown away, his gaze wandered and he realized I had been standing there watching him. He smiled at me and I heard him speak for the first time. He gave a somewhat dumbfounded ‘hello.’

“I was frozen, having been caught staring at him. I didn’t know what to say, so eventually I managed to speak the first solid thought that came to my mind. I said ‘why do you stare at me like you want to kill me?’

“He just looked me in the eye and said. ‘Because I do.’ A stunned silence fell over me, and after a moment he said ‘I want to string you up with a noose, and take pictures of you.’ He just came out and said it.” Julia giggled with me at this.

I cupped my hands around my mouth in a mixture of shock and embarrassment. “No shit.” I fought down more laughter. “What did you say after he dropped that bombshell out of nowhere?”

Julia shrugged, her necklace bobbing with the motion. “The same thing you did. I said ‘Thank you,’ turned on a heel and walked away”

I joined Julia in a hearty laugh at this, feeling very silly at all of my fretting.

Julia took my hands in hers. “After that, I was in his studio within a week for a photo shoot. He knows the sorts of reactions those in our position have to him when he talks like that. I would be surprised if these sorts of ‘deer in the headlights’ responses didn’t add to his sense of eroticism. I mean he certainly seems to have gotten a rise out of it.” Julia seemed to be suddenly aware of how much time had passed. “But we need to finish undressing, I need to get you ready for the shoot.”

Each garment I discarded, I would fold neatly and place inside a paper bag that had been designated for my things. The act was cathartic for me, as if I were not merely disrobing, but putting aside the thing of the person I was, so I could become the thing my two favorite artists needed me to be. I wished more than anything to be their canvas, that their brilliance could be brought forth through me. I didn’t want to be Sadie, the lonely file clerk, anymore. I wanted to become something more.

Julia reached up to the rope hanging securely around her neck. She unhooked the pin from the metal ring-clasp in the back, and pulled the hemp from her neck. She re-clasped it in her hand in front of her, making sure to run it along her fingers admiringly before finally placing it on her pile of clothing on the table. I was a little sad she had removed it.

In every video the two had ever produced, Julia had made an on screen appearance, serving the role of amorous executioner. I had learned every line of her face from those videos, so completely that I could draw her with my eyes closed. I thought of where I was, and who I was with, and a shiver of excitement through me. Julia was a woman I had watched hang seven different girls, and I was standing next to her stark naked.

Once stripped, Julia and I performed an obligatory rack comparison like a couple of thirteen year olds in a locker room. I came out on top by simple metrics, but Julia was an inordinately good sport about it, what with her regarding me as her play thing rather than competition.

By law, I had to be shown a video produced by the home office, about my rights regarding voluntary execution. It was all stuff that I had been aware of, as everyone in our circle would be. About how I have the right to refuse the procedure at any time, and can not be legally harmed if I offer any resistance of any kind. The boring man in the video wore a suit, and clearly was not of the temperment of somebody who understood the appeal of these sorts of gatherings. I was glad when the video was over, ten minutes of my short life I could never get back. Julia scowled when she turned off the tv. “He certainly doesn’t add to the mood. But this would be considered a murder if we weren’t sure you had been informed of the legalities around this.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m just so dry by the end of that video every time.”

She moved back to my side, clearly trying to put that unpleasantness behind her. “Now, there are a few things I want to know about your preferences regarding restraints.”

I nodded. “Anything you think would be best. I want this to look the way you want it.”

Julia smiled. “So you said, but I want to know if you prefer handcuffs or if you want your hands tied with ropes.”

“I don’t have to have it any way. I want what you want.”

Julia nodded. “And what about leg restraints, how much? Or do you want to kick freely?”

I shrugged. “Whatever fits your vision for the scene.”

“Uh-huh. And if I want to cut your hair?” Said Julia

I had put my hair into a simple ponytail that I had hoped could be brought through the noose easily enough. “That’d be fine. If you want it short, you can cut it.” I replied.

“And if I want to draw little circles on your face in lipstick.”

I gaped for a moment, shaken from my mantra of submission. “You’re making fun of me.”

Julia sighed, taking up a seat by my side. “I’m sorry. Listen, I appreciate your willingness to please, but I am genuinely surprised by you. I have never met anyone who has these sorts of fantasies who didn’t have…” she seemed at a loss for words, so she started again. “We’ve all imagined ourselves hanging time and time again, everyone has little things they fixate on. Being handcuffed. Having your legs belted. Getting kicked from a stool, or hoisted up by a winch.” She ran her hand through her hair in thought. “Wearing a hood, as much as I hate to acknowledge it.”

She turned towards me, placing her hand over mine. “You, Sadie, contacted us and offered yourself up to us. We don’t want a doll we can dress up and pose as we please. The fact that you are here makes you special. We don’t want to hang a facade of our own creation, we want to hang you.” I gasped at this, a feeling of warmth started to throb in my loins. Julia took up my hand and mashed my knuckles into her lips, kissing them roughly. “Now, is there anything you want done that would make this hanging uniquely yours?”

I felt my face flush, and my free hand instinctively came up to my chest, resting between my breasts. “Well...” I said softly after some pause, trying my best to shake away the embarrassment I felt. “There might be one thing.”

Julia smiled warmly. “Name it.”

I smiled back. “I want you to be wearing your rope necklace.”

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Daniel arched an eyebrow as we approached him. He had pulled closed the black curtain around his lighting setup, and had come out to greet us after our lengthy time away from him. “You’re going to wear the rope for this Julie?” He said with some perplexion in his voice.

“Don’t you think that will distract the viewer’s eye away from our star’s performance.”

Julia smiled. “You’re not the only one with an artistic vision Daniel.”

Daniel didn’t let up though. “I mean if we’re going with it, it’d be nice it if matched the rope we picked out for her…” Julia, wrapping her arm around Daniel, brought her lips up to his ear and whispered something that I couldn’t hear. Daniel perked up. “Is that so?” He said with intrigue. “Sorry, I thought you were showboating, hun.”

“Never!” She said, kicking one leg back and planting a kiss on his cheek.

Daniel looked to me. “So, there’s nothing to worry about this first time around. We’re going to get some shots of you getting noosed from a variety of angles, so I can do some arty editing.”

Julia put her other arm around my waist, and drew me close to her and Daniel. “Basically, you’re in for some noose play.” She kissed my cheek.

Daniel slid aside the black curtain by a few feet, and let us pass into the enclosed circle where the photoshoot would take place. In the center of the cordoned area, a rope descended from a pulley attached to the eyelet above. It was a deep crimson, solid braid rope, at least one and a half inches in diameter. It had been tied into a standard hangman’s knot, with eleven heavy coils tightly wound to keep the noose from closing under its own weight. I took a step forward, towards the noose, my noose. Entranced by the image of that glorious thick red line.

Julia, standing alongside Daniel spoke first. “Maybe we should switch to the white three-strand.” She hooked her hand through her rope necklace as she pondered. “I think that’s what I’m feeling right now.”

Daniel laughed nervously. “What? You picked this rope out yourself earlier.”

“Yes, but now I’m thinking that a three-strand rope has so much more texture than a round braid.”

Daniel put his head in his hands. “Julie, honey… I already got everything set up. If you wanted a different rope you should have said something an hour ago. If we switched to a white color I’d have to change the lighting again. I’m not going to let everything get derailed at the last minute chasing after your fleeting whims.”

“But it would be nice.”

Daniel guffawed in exacerbation. “Don’t get pouty now. Listen, how about tomorrow, you and I have some nice noose play, and we can use the white three-strand then. Is that good enough for you?”

“I guess.” Said Julia, pouting like a champion. “But who knows what rope I’ll feel like using then.”

I decided to step in and save Daniel from this particular hell. “I like this one.” I said, getting their attention. “I want this one.” I took the rope in my hands, my fingers running down the bumps of the coils, pressing the loop against my chest, and feeling my nipples glide across the surface of my noose as I embraced the instrument of my death. “Its thick, and its silky smooth. It slides well. It feels good against my skin.” I turned my attention away from the rope, and back at my hosts. “I want this to be the rope that strangles me.”

This definitively ended the argument, with Daniel letting out a happy “We can arrange that.” and Julia wordlessly apologizing to her husband with a kiss.

Julia snapped handcuffs on me with quick direct motions. I jumped with the action and Julia apologized, promising me she’d restrain me with a little more sensuous poise when it was time for the real deal, securing my hands behind my back. She placed a matching pair of red ropes at my knees and ankles. She ran a line from my manacled hands, threading through the rope at my knees and tied securely to my ankle bindings, keeping my arms firmly in place.

After receiving instruction not to look into the camera, I diverted my attention completely on the noose. I was later told my expression seemed longing and loving. Daniel took some footage of me simply standing before the noose. Moving to each side of me for a shot, before looking at me from the front, angling himself to frame my face through the crimson loop. A warmth began to grow in my loins, and I felt a single thudding throb in my pussy.

Julia stepped up from behind me, our eyes met, and I cooed involuntarily at the sight of her.

After waiting for Daniel to take up a new position, Julia reached for the noose and pulled it down over my head. My pussy throbbed again with the action, and I felt a burning deep inside me. The thick rope was heavy on my shoulders, cool to the touch, its wide open loop swooped down low on my chest, almost to the base of my tits. Julia and Daniel allowed it to rest there for a time. They let me breathe the moment in. My pussy throbbed again, and more than anything I wanted to touch it.

Daniel set his tripod for the 4k camera, and moved his high speed camera to the monopod. His wonderful high speed shots were a staple of his artistic pieces, often praised on the forums. As Julia steadily pulled the noose tight, Daniel filmed every moment in glorious high speed. How the rope loop slowly drew teighter; the low swooping noose, rising up my chest inch by inch. It caught the moment the rope rounded my collarbone. It caught the way it slithered up to and came to a rest at the base of my neck. And it also caught the moan I gave out.

This had to be repeated multiple times, each time moving the high speed camera to another position, to catch another angle of the action. Each time, the euphoria grew stronger; feeling the rope slide over my skin. How it went from almost caressing the tops of my tits, stopping just short of constricting my neck. I could feel the heavy weight of the eleven coils of rope resting on the back of my neck, and the front of the loop caressing the skin on front. The repetition kept me in an agitated state, with the feeling of this wonderful noose constantly teasing, caressing, and torturing my neck. I wanted more than anything to just let the noose take me up now. I wanted to feel it lift me up so I could dance for my new friends. I wanted to give that to them.

I couldn’t touch myself, and my pussy was throbbing and convulsing, and aching. I tried to stop, but my legs began to involuntarily rub together. I knew it was messing up the shot, but I couldn’t control the grinding motion of my own hips.

Seeing my distress, Julia stepped up behind me, reaching around my shaking body, and took up my tits in her soft hands. She squeezed them lovingly, rubbing my nipples with the lightest of little twists. She put her head next to mine, and nuzzled the rope around my vulnerable neck. She then lifted her mouth to my ear, and whispered in a low voice. “Patience.”

In an instant, my knees started to buckle, and I leaned forward, the rope pulling at my neck as I did so. I shuddered and shivered where I stood, as my insides welled up in orgasm; my pussy convulsing in ecstasy, as a warm fluid slowly ran down the inside of my leg.

Daniel and Julia waited in stunned silence as I slowly began to breathe more normally, longer, deeper breaths. Eventually I found the strength to stand up straight again, and I finally looked up and saw the happy faces before me. Daniel motioned down to a camera low to the ground, angled upwards. “That’s a camera that’ll be fun to check.” He said grinning. “We just got low-angle 4k footage of you just gushing.”

Across all seven hangings these two had previously filmed, I stood alone as the only one to cum before even getting into the air. Julia had said she wanted my hanging to be unique.

Part 2 of 3

As Daniel continued his diligent work, (for he had a number of shots left to complete after my rather embarrassing climax) I took the time to watch him carefully. It struck me as very unfortunate that until today I had never seen Daniel's face before. In every video these two had produced, Julia had been a presence on screen; acting as the face for their escapades. Daniel, on the other hand had never been seen or even acknowledged on camera, his presence in the duo could only be gleaned if you follow their blog, or keep track of their posts on the forums. Mulling this over, I began to understand my hesitation towards him. Julia’s face was familiar, Daniel's was not. I had become intimately familiar with every line of Julia’s face, having watched their previous videos countless times. Her features were so familiar that I only pursued having myself hanged because she would be the one to do it. Daniel was like a stranger.

But it was in this moment, looking down at him, as he took a painfully long closeup of my noose-clad neck, that I took the time to watch him. I saw the great care he took in his craft, his attention to detail, and it was easy to see why the man was such a legend among those in the erotic hanging community. His choice of shots were equal parts methodical planning and spontaneity. His movements were slow, steady, ensuring the video quality that his audience expected. What impressed me most of all, by far, was the look in his eye. It was the eyes of a man who believed he was viewing something worthy of his attention. Me, a woman in a noose.

It was then that it dawned on me, Daniel had made appearances in his videos, as the camera. To watch one of his videos it to see through his eyes. I had stood with this man countless times and watched through his eyes as beautiful women hanged. All those nights I spent touching myself to his work, I had been in this man’s shoes; watching with him as some young flower twitched and gurgled at the end of a rope. I had been so close to Daniel this whole time, and had never realized it before.

Now when I looked at him, all I could notice was his strong jawline, the twists and waives of his hair, his toned body, the cute way he would occasionally lick his lips. As he moved to gain a different position, I could see the massive bulge that had formed in his pants. I felt my face flush a little, as a feeling welled up in my chest, something warm awakened in my vag, and I was filled suddenly with a longing desire to receive him into me.

He lifted up his camera, to my face, and I looked into it. I had been instructed not to stare straight into the camera, but I didn’t care, and it seemed neither did Daniel. He was freestyling. I looked into his glass eye with lust, and silently beckoned him to fuck me.

“And that’s it.” He said eventually, lowering the camera and looking at me with his own eyes.

“We’ve got all we need from this session.” He stood, and made his way to the nearby table, where he began depositing his cameras.

Julia came up behind me and removed the handcuffs from my hands, and began loosening my noose. “You did great Sadie.” she said, moving to my leg restraints “That was the boring part, but you made it plenty exciting." I turned and gave her a quick kiss as thanks.

When I turned back, Daniel had returned from his equipment, his bulge straining uncomfortably at the front of his pants. I pointed to it with some giddiness. “Want me to take care of that for you?”

“Oh god!” he exclaimed. “Please, save me from this thing.” he began to unzip.

Julia was standing with the noose, running her fingers along the smooth rope. “That’s what you get for wearing jeans to these little outings dear.” She said in a sing-song sort of voice, her eyes locked on the heavy red coils.

Daniel was struggling to strip, his pants, bunching up unhelpfully around his knees. “Hun, it’s not that I’m ignoring you, but I have something other than your quips on my mind right now.”

As did I. Daniel’s rock hard cock had sprung out of his boxers with aplomb, and I was stuck in a mental loop admiring it.

From beneath the equipment table, Daniel produced a large bedroll which he spread out in the space before the noose. The bedroll was soft, well cushioned, and the upward facing side had a pleasant furry shag. He tossed a few pillows down and the two of us met face to face on the bedroll. I turned to Julia, who was still playing with the noose, and said. “Care to join us?”

“Hell no!” She said, without looking at us. “I’ve been teasing and torturing you with this thing for the better part of an hour. It’s my turn.” With that she slipped it over her head. Her necklace threatened to interfere with it, but she seemed intent on proceeding without removing the ornament.

“Alright.” I said with a placating tone. “I’m just glad you're not the jealous type.”

Julia let out a knowing almost-laugh. “Who says I’m not. I have personally hanged every other woman who’s laid their hands on him.” We all shared a laugh at that.

After a moment to place the loose end of Julia’s rope close at hand, Daniel went down to his knees in the soft bedding, and he led me down with his hand. “Lay back.” He said, motioning to the pillows.

“No.” I said, pushing him gently, and he allowed himself to fall back into the bedding. “This is going to end up being my last good dicking.” I crawled forward, straddling his legs, approaching his swollen cock. “I want to work for it a bit.” With that I kissed the head, and giggled when it twitched spasmodically away from my touch.

Meanwhile Julia slowly tightened the noose around her neck, savoring the sensation of the heavy rope growing taught. She began stroking the thick rope clinging to her throat, running her fingers along the loop. She let out a low moan, as her fingers slid down and she began to touch herself. Every video she had ever been a part of, she had been the one noosing and hanging a model. It struck me that after all these years, this was the first time I had ever seen her wear a noose herself. It suited her. With her lithe athletic form, and respectable shapely breasts, I was enamored by the sight of her. I wanted nothing more than to see her lifted up, and I began to wonder just how long she might kick.

Daniel let out a series of sharp inhales as I ran my tongue along the bottom of his shaft. I smiled up at him. I loved the way he wriggled under my touch, it gave me a sense that I was in control. I would be submitting to his will soon enough, but for now it was my turn to make him squirm. I knew however that it was time to change positions. Blowing Daniel in ernest, while certainly tempting, would make witnessing Julia's display difficult, and I'll be damned if I would miss that. So, giving his shaft a final mouthy stroke, I crawled my way up his body, pressing my lovely tits into him the whole way, and finally guiding his rod into my welcoming pussy. As I began my work, Daniel took up the loose end of Julia's rope and began taking out the slack.

Julia was caught off guard when the weight of the coiled noose was taken off her shoulders. She shot us an aroused smile and adjusted the knot to just in front of her left ear. With a steady tug of Daniel's arm, the noose slid up the length of Julia's neck, fitting stunningly into the crook of her jawline. Her head tilted away from the knot as it gently tugged at her, the thick red rope biting into her sexy neck. Her face flushed in arousal, as she gave out a lightly choked gasp. Her hands grasped at her taut neck, worked their way down, caressing her erect nipples in passing, and finally making their way to tease and pleasure her red swollen clit. She began to let out a low moan, but with a sudden jerk of the rope it transformed to an erotic gurgle. I watched in glee as Julia was slowly forced up onto her toes, pulled higher by the neck until she could do nothing but wheeze; her breasts bobbing rhythmically with her vigorous fingering. Her face began turning a bright red as she managed to drag a ragged and tortured breath past the noose, and her moaning began to grow more intense as she began showing all the hallmarks of a fast approaching climax.

As much as it pained me, I could not wholly keep my attention on Julias lovely struggles, my pussy crying out to me in delight as I rode Daniel's red hot cock. I could feel the coming onset of orgasm slowly working its way to the surface as my serpentine movements had Daniel sawing in and out of me.

Daniel tore his eyes from Julia's writhing ecstasy To look up at me, and I saw the spark of mischief in his face. In a wordless instant he somehow communicated to me his devilish plan, and I, humping and grinding throughout, nodded my agreement.

As Julia's aroused cries grew stronger, threatening to being her to the point of no return, I took hold of the rope myself, and put my weight behind it. With the combined strength of Daniel and me, Julia's feet fully left the ground behind, stopping in the air with five or six inches of clearance beneath her.

Her labored wheezing turned to a tortured gurgling, as she began bucking and kicking, her long legs scissoring in the air. Her breasts bounced with her struggles, while her fingers kept working furiously at her sopping wet pussy. Her face began to darken, and a line of saliva leaked from the downward tilted corner of her mouth. She was like a goddess, a gallows goddess, and Daniel and I her devoted worshipers.

I felt Daniel's cock throb wildly as he suddenly cried out in pleasure. I moaned and grew light headed when an orgasm slammed into my gut. Julia began shaking and convulsing in the air as her climax raked her body, and started running down her leg.

Unable to hold her anymore, Daniel and I slowly lowered Julia to the ground. Her legs buckled as she touched down, too weak to stand after her exertions. After freeing her from the noose, we laid her down softly onto the fuzzy shag of the bedroll, her skin dotted with beads of sweat. Daniel took her in his arms and kissed the reddened skin of her neck.

Julia's first attempt to speak was cut short by a whimpered cough, but she found her voice soon enough, its dry rhasp notwithstanding. "You should warn a girl before you do a full suspension."

Daniel smiled. "And ruin the surprise?" They kissed.

We stayed there on the bedroll for some time, resting. Languidly alternating sessions of cuddling and groping, adding in the odd slow stroke here and there. There was a moment with me lying back, my head propped up on pillows. Daniel lay at my side, under my left arm, his face nuzzling happily into my breast. He ran a hand slowly along my inner thigh as he slowly drifted off to sleep. Julia lay on my right, perpendicular to me and resting her head on my midriff. My hand slowly stroking her neck as she cooed quietly, her hands softly kneading her own tits.

I looked up at the noose hanging from the ceiling over us. “My god...” I said quietly to myself. “When I wake up, it will be time for me to finally hang.” I closed my eyes, smiled, and before long I was sleeping soundly.

Part 3 of 3

I awoke alone in a pile of pillows, as a chill blast of air moved across my naked body. A shiver ran through me that jolted me violently from my groggy torpor. Instinctively I reached for a blanket, but soon remembered both where I was and that our collective impromptu nap had eschewed blankets in favor of post sex body heat.

Daniel pulled back the black curtain from the outside, letting in another biting gust of cold air. He quickly stepped through the breach and closed the curtain again behind him. He wore a blue bathrobe, and carried an identical one, which he tossed to me. "Might want to put that on if you plan to leave our little hovel here. It's gotten chilly outside the curtain."

"No shit." I said, shivering as I took up the robe. "How long were we out?"

Daniel took up a camera and plugged it into the side of a laptop. "A little over an hour, hour and a half. I've been up for a bit, checking the footage." The screen lit up with an image from the shoot, and I saw the footage that would become my contribution to their digital storefront. This was the footage to which countless members of the community would pleasure themselves.

My heart thudded in my chest, at the thought.

The curtain opened again and a berobed Julia hurried quickly through the breach, holding a large tote bag, her teeth chattering. “Okay, I got the food. Fuck! We might need to think about heating the studio in the future.” she deposited the bag on the table and moved to Daniel’s side.

Daniel gave Julia’s arms a vigorous rub, trying to warm her up. “It’s a big studio, I don’t want to pay that sort of heating bill. Just keep the curtain closed and we’ll be plenty warm.”

Julia did not look impressed. “Stingy with the power bill... God, you’re like my dad.”

“That explains why you married me.”

“Don’t make me hit you.” Julia turned to me and her stern look melted away immediately. “Hey you!” She said, taking my hands in hers. “You’re up! How do you feel?”

I almost fell into the simple pleasantries of saying something benign like ‘just great’ but something stopped me. I took a moment to actually assess how I felt. “A little tight in the chest, if I’m honest.”

Julia laughed. “Classic. We haven’t yet had a girl who didn’t feel some butterflies at this stage.”

Daniel switched the camera attached to the laptop. “Try not to worry, Sadie.” He said, loading up the next video. “Looking at the footage so far, your video is going to be prime material. You’re going to leave quite a legacy. I guarantee that people on the forum are going to say this is their favorite of our films.”

The thought of such posthumous praise brought warmth to my cheeks. “Sure, but every time you release a video you get people clamoring about it being their favorite. That’s sort of just something people say as generic praise.”

Daniel gave a knowing smile. “I think things might be different with this one.” He turned the screen to us and hit play, revealing a 4k image of my pussy erupting with ejaculate. I gasped and cupped my hands over my face.

Julia wrapped an arm around me and held me close by the waist. “Oh yeah, people are going to talk about that shot.”

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I hadn’t realized I was hungry until food was provided. Julia produced a tray of gourmet sandwiches from her bag, and I took from it greedily. Knowing I didn’t have to worry about maintaining my weight anymore.

The three of us sat in a circle on the bedroll. Daniel had protested, saying he didn’t want to be rolling over crumbs when they used the bedding later. Julia won that argument easily after pointing out that the only chairs available were outside the curtain. We talked, we ate, we laughed, and generally made merry.

“Executions.” said Julia with some distaste. “I don’t like judicial execution scenes.”

I smiled, wiping a glob of aioli from my lip. “Ohh. Controversial!”

Julia continued. “I’m serious. They always feel super sterile, like it’s just another bureaucratic process to get through, and nobody is willing to acknowledge the inherent sensuality of what they are doing. And more often than not the victim is resisting too much. That’s not sexy!”

Daniel spoke up, after taking a brief moment to choke down his food. “You’re not being fair to the idea, hun. It’s all in how you write it. Judicial execution has the aspect of it being punishment, and the question of what the victim is being punished for. Besides, imagine the dynamic of a victim who accepts their fate with quiet dignity, and her executioner is doing his duty, but is struck by the prisoner's beauty as he prepares her for the drop. He feels sorry for her, but still finds himself getting hard as she hangs. I think it’s evocative.”

I smiled. "Of course you'd think so. A stern man adhering coldly to 'a system' as he hangs a woman. That sounds like you."

Daniel acquired a 'boys will be boys' sort of expression. "What's wrong with that? And I'll have you know, my system is very efficient."

Julia laughed sardonically between bites. "Yeah, because that's what a girl wants in a hanging. 'Efficiency'."

Daniel balled up his sandwich wrapper for disposal. "The trope I can't stand is the school hangings. Where students get strung up for failing a class or cheating on a test, that sort of thing. I can't get past how silly the premise is."

Julia shook her head emphatically. "Daniel, honey… Yes, the premise is silly if you think too hard about it, but it's fine if you just accept up front that it's a fantasy. Besides, I actually did go to private school. When I had to go speak to the principal, you'd better believe I was imagining a noose waiting for me in that office." As she said this, her hand came up and fiddled with the rope around her neck, her mouth smirking slightly as she recalled the memory.

Daniel shrugged. "I just can't get into the setting."

"What if I got myself a sexy schoolgirl outfit?" said Julia, smiling.

Daniel floundered for a moment. "I mean… I wouldn't stop you."

Daniel’s handsomeness struck me again, his hard expression while working had been replaced with one of joviality. The look suited him. Julia’s beauty has always been a significant draw to me, but sitting with her, interacting and speaking, added something profound to my admiration for her. I smiled as I thought of the three of us together, and wished I could have more time with them. The lust I had carried from their videos had turned to love in their presence. I reflected on that for a moment. I really did love them.

I was torn from such thoughts when Julia checked her phone and promptly let out a cry of alarm. “Oh my god, it’s Ruby!”

This left-field exclamation was lost on me, and Daniel seemed to pick up on that, offering ancillary explanation. “Ruby is a girl we’ve been in contact with about possibly being another model for us.” He looked to Julia. “What happened?”

Julia put her phone down and hugged her legs close to her chest. “Apparently she went out to a hanging party with some friends last night, and got picked by a raffle.”

Daniel took on a dejected countenance, and blew out his cheeks. “Isn’t that always the way of things. Did someone at least post a video or something?”

She shook her head. “I think it was a private event. Damn it!” I could have sworn I heard a slight quaiver to her voice.

Daniel grimaced, his disappointment palpable. “She would have been great on film.”

Having gathered the depth of the situation, I spoke up. “Do you lose a lot of models to those kinds of events?”

Julia nodded, and Daniel spoke. “Most people don’t just choose to hang, it’s too final for them. It’s easier to gamble with your life than to give it away.”

This made a lot of sense to me. Hanging parties were popular. People on the forums would often talk about attending such events to watch, and simply hope they didn’t get picked. Or somebody might get roped into performing at a noose burlesque. Never did you find somebody talking about volunteering themselves to the noose. But I had.

Julia scowled. "I'm embarrassed for being so petulant about this, but dammit I wanted her. She was supposed to be mine to hang."

Things had gone quiet between the three of us. Conversation had died and we just sat, blandly eating our sandwiches. Julia was taking the news a lot harder then Daniel. she sat with her face buried in her knees, her eyes peeking out and staring straight ahead. Daniel, meanwhile, was looking a lot more contemplative then he had before, his stern look having made a comeback.

These two didn’t get very many takers for their little enterprise. In six years only seven other women had submitted themselves to be filmed, myself being an eighth. Meanwhile, every major city in the region has a weekly noose burlesque, where multiple people swing at each show. The disparity of willing bodies was very much skewed against these two. I had never put much thought to it before. I had always just been so happy to buy the download link anytime a new video was released that I never questioned why their productions were so infrequent.

They seemed so hurt at having lost a model, a response that I never would have predicted. I couldn’t help but wonder if they would have reacted the same if something had happened to me.

I wanted them to shake off this dour note, so I said the first thing that came to mind. “I attended a noose burlesque once. It was my 21st birthday, and I was officially able to legally consent to execution. To celebrate, I went into the city with my then girlfriend, and we got some tickets to be in the gallery. They put on a good show. It was an old theater, so they had a nice old-timey sort of aesthetic going for them.

“In all, they had gotten three girls as dancers, all of them lovely. They each had their acts in turn, doing their erotic build-up before finally stepping off their stools. It was a good-enough show. I mean, I couldn’t take my eyes off them, and my girlfriend and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

“There was something wrong about the experience though. There were anywhere from thirty to fifty spectators that night. All whooping and hollering, and cheering. Yelling out things like ‘kick baby’ or ‘dance for me’ normal enough stuff I suppose. I know some people like that sort of thing, but it all seems so impersonal. It was lacking intimacy.

“I imagine giving my all in a noose dance, giving those spectators that special moment, only to have some M.C. come on at the end and say. ‘Let’s hear it for Sadie! What a show!’ like a fucking sideshow caller. Then they would instantly move on to the next ‘act’ and my gift to them would be nothing but a fleeting memory. None of the warmth, or the love.”

I reached forward and took Julia’s hand, and rested my other hand on Daniel’s knee. “That’s why I came to you two. From the moment I first saw your videos I knew you two were different. You treasure your victims. Julia, I've seen the love in your eyes as you closed a noose around a woman's neck. Daniel, your love for the girls bleeds into your camera work, it’s woven into every shot.” I had to pause, the words had flowed so quickly and so excitedly that I had run out of breath. I felt my face flush, as the blood rushed to my cheeks. "I wanted to hang for you because I wanted you to look at me that way."

Before I knew what had happened, Julia had wrapped her arms around me, and buried her face into my shoulder. “Thank you.” She said into the soft fabric of my robe, and it slowly became apparent she was sobbing. “Thank you, Sadie. You don’t know how much that means to us.”

Daniel came up beside me. He wasn’t sobbing like Julia, he wasn’t the type for that, but I could see the sincere affection in his eyes as he drew me close to his chest and planted a kiss on the top of my head. I put my arms around my friends and closed my eyes, drawing in the warmth from their bodies as I embraced them.

I could die happy now, and my still beating heart fluttered.

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The time was almost upon us. Daniel readied the cameras once again, preparing two handheld rigs with 4k cameras, and putting the high speed cameras on tripods for the static shots. He also took the loose end of the rope and attached it to a winch that lay outside the circular curtain. He mentioned that he hoped the sound from the winch wouldn’t get picked up on the audio.

In this time, Julia and I attended to our makeup, touching up spots that had smeared or rubbed away during sex. Julia also gave my hair a good combing, before once again putting it back into the same ponytail I had during the first shoot. She almost gave it a braid this time, but stopped when she remembered that would disrupt the continuity between the shots. Everything needed to be immaculate for the filming.

I also took time to make use of a washroom. It was clear that Julia and Daniel were going to make love beneath my body after I had expired, and I had picked up on some subtle hints from them that a pile of scat would not have added to the mood. I was fine with this. Evacuation during hanging had always added a bit of drama to these affairs, but I was in agreement that it wasn’t to be a part of my experience. They didn’t say anything, but I could tell they were relieved.

As I reentered the curtain for the last time, I saw that everything had been prepared. The noose dangled in the center of our space, Julia had laid out the restraints, Daniel had finished his camera set up. The time had come. My heart started beating rapidly and it felt like a weight had been placed on my chest, making it difficult to breathe.

Julia moved to me and gave me a kiss, her rope necklace brushing against my skin as she did so. “Are you ready?” she asked.

I didn’t feel ready. “Yes.” I lied. I felt like my body was pushing me to run.

She took me by the hand and led me to the table, where she pulled at the tie keeping my robe closed, revealing my nakedness. She took the robe, gave it a quick fold, and laid it on the table. “Once you’re in the air,” she began, removing her own robe. “I’m not going to be able to say anything because we don’t want it to be picked up on the audio recording. Just know that we will be cheering for you on the inside.”

I nodded. “I know. Thank you.” It was all I could bring myself to say. The fingers of terror were starting to take hold of me, and I hated myself for that. This was what I was here to do, why did the matter seem so ominous now?

Taking up the restraints in hand, Julia turned to Daniel and nodded. Daniel pushed the record button on each of his cameras in turn, and then took up his handheld and began capturing footage.

With a gentle guiding hand, Julia led me to the noose. That beautiful red loop that dangled before me, I had looked on many times today, with arousal, with excitement, with longing… none of those feelings were here now. The noose seemed threatening now, making my beating heart knock at my ribs. I tried to hide these feelings. I tried to keep them bottled up inside me.

Julia began the process of tying my feet, as panic started to set in. The red ropes keeping my legs pinioned, preventing me from fleeing. She moved up, and tied the second rope at my knees. I felt myself begin trembling slightly. When she reached for my hands I pulled them away quickly, saying “No! Stop!” and my heart froze with those words.

Julia was agape momentarily after that, and I felt so ashamed of myself. After all the things I had said about wanting to hang for them, this is how I acted. Was I all talk? Was I just a coward? “I’m sorry.” I said, trembling. “I don’t want to back out on you, I swear. I just…” No words came to me. There was nothing I could say to excuse my hesitation. I wanted to proceed, I really did, but something in my head kept me from proffering my hand. “I just…”

Daniel changed positions, re-framing Julia and me to be face to face. I could tell my hesitation was turning him on.

Julia tisked lovingly, and wrapped her arms around me. I felt her tits press into mine as she embraced me. "Sadie, my love. What you're feeling is normal. You are fighting against some powerful instincts. It’s nothing to be ashamed of." She slowly moved her fingertips along my bare back in small circles, so lightly that she barely even touched my skin. "The instinct for survival is so strong you forgot the thing you really wanted.” She rested her head on my shoulder, and began softly kissing my neck. "Let me remind you." With that, I felt a finger lightly run along the edges of my pussy, and I shuddered for a moment, inhaling stutteringly. "That's it…" she cooed quietly between kisses. "What is there to be afraid of?" Her ring and middle fingers slipped effortlessly into me. My pussy burned with Julia's practiced touch, and as she caressed my neck with her tongue, I let out an involuntary moan.

The fear melted away, and for this moment it was just me and Julia. I looked at her again, at her naked form, her toned legs, her womanly hips, her narrow midriff, her shapely breasts. I looked at her slender neck, and the hemp rope that encircled it. I saw her moist lips, and the glint in her eyes. My heart thudded in my chest, not from fear, but for her.

Julia turned towards the noose, keeping her head resting on my shoulder, and wrapping one arm around my waist. “See that, Sadie my dear?” She lifted her other hand towards it, her fingers covered with a thin layer of my juices. “You will look so stunning wearing this.” She reached out and gently ran her fingers along the crimson loop. “Can’t you see you were destined for this noose?”

I looked up at the noose before me, and for a moment I saw myself in its strangling embrace, and my pussy cried out at the thought. Gone was the fear, replaced only with lust; lust for the noose, lust for the camera, lust for the audience who will enjoy my gift for years to come, and most of all, I was consumed with my lust for Julia. I wanted nothing but to make her happy, to give her what she wanted.

It was at that moment that she turned back to me, her eyes filled with longing. “Sadie, will you please let me hang you?”

Our lips met. My eyes closed as I entangled my tongue with hers. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. Eventually, our faces parted, and we stood there with our foreheads touching. “I love you.” I said. I opened my eyes and looked into hers. “Hang me.”

She took up the handcuffs once again and moved to grab my wrist, but I stopped her once more. “I have one request.” I said.

Julia nodded. “Anything, my love.”

I gave a knowing smile. “I want you to act the way you do when somebody does this.” Without warning I hooked a finger into the back of Julia’s rope necklace and raised it up to the nape of her neck, the front sliding up into the crook of her jawline.

Julia let out a joyful gasp, and shuddered as I lifted her ever so slightly. Her face turned a bright red with blush. After a few seconds of holding her there, I released her, and she opened her eyes again with a sensuous air about her face, her expression taking on a ‘come-hither’ aspect. “Sadie, I think I can accommodate you.”

With a newly found gusto, Julia came around behind me and cuffed my hands behind my back. I heard the latch click, and with that I was completely at her mercy. She hurriedly threaded a line from the handcuffs, down through the leg restraints and tying it off at my ankles, leaving my arms fully pinioned.

Julia’s hands came up around me from behind, and she moved her head alongside mine. “All ready for the rope.” She said with an excited lusty voice. In all her previous videos she had performed with a dignified sensuous poize, but it seemed I had awoken an amorous beast within her. She grabbed my tits, and gave them a vigorous squeeze. “Oh Sadie, It’s time! I love this part! Oh, I’m going to love watching you struggle!” she gave my nipples a gentle twist, before reaching forward and pulling the noose back over my head.

I was filled with a certain frisson when I felt the rope come against the skin of my chest. I gasped as I felt the heavy knot along the back of my head, and my hands clenched and unclenched in anticipation. I moaned, my heart thundering in my breast.

Julia pulled my ponytail through the noose and tightened the rope. As it slid into place at the base of my neck I heard Julia muttering “Sexy, sexy sexy…” to herself. She positioned the knot to the side of my head, just in front of my left ear. She came around to the front of me to admire her work, her hand coming up and hooking into the front of her rope necklace. “Oh my god, Sadie, you’re the most sexy woman alive right now!”

She moved forward and embraced me one last time. She groped my breasts one last time. She teased my nipples one last time. She fingered my sopping wet pussy one last time. But it was I who initiated our final passionate kiss. “Die well, my love.” She purred, slowly disengaging herself from me.

She moved to Daniel’s side, the two of them grasping hands for the briefest of moments before Julia took up the second handheld and moved towards a remote lying on the table.

I wondered if I should say anything, but decided not to. What else was there to say? I closed my eyes. There was nothing to do now but let the rope take me. Julia pressed the button.

The weight of the knot lifted off my shoulder as the rope slowly ascended and the loop of the noose slid up the side of my neck. I felt my head lilt away from the knot, and I took one final easy breath as the rope began to bite into my flesh. My face flushed as I felt myself pulled up onto my toes, but the rope wasn’t stopping there. I tried to speak. “Holy, sh-” but the rope cut off the words, turning them to a quivering gurgle in my mouth. My feet left the ground behind, and I started to hang.

The pain in my neck consumed my thoughts. I tried to take in a breath, and was surprised when I found I could still get some air past the noose. The knot had been well placed, taking pressure off of my windpipe, and leaving my carotid artery open, to prevent me from passing out. I hung limply for a moment or two, taking in the feeling of my body swaying in the air. I hoped I was pretty.

The first of my involuntary struggles came in my hands. They clenched together and tried to rise up to claw at the noose, but my bindings held strong and all the action did was pull lightly on my legs. I tried to kick one leg out, but the other came out with it, so the action sent me twisting on the rope. I then tried kicking in ernest, but my leg ties kept them together, leaving me dolphin kicking in the air. My breasts bobbed heavily with the motion, bouncing by the force of each thrusting kick.

The struggles began to come without structure. I would kick to the left, and the ties would bring the right foot with it, only to be brought back when I kicked the alternate foot. I began to writhe wildly in the air, my movements forcing my dangling body to twist and gyrate in pain. I stretched out my toes, reaching for the ground, for anything that might give me purchase and save me from the deadly noose. There was nothing there, and there never would be.

I began drawing my knees up to my chest, before thrusting them down again, the momentary impetus of the downward push forcing my body upward, and the pressure would come off my neck for the briefest of moments. But each time I would fall back into it and the noose would embrace me again in its beautiful deadly grip, tightening ever so slightly with every landing.

Amid all of this, I my inner voice said “Watch me dance.”

The pain was becoming too much to bare. My neck had twisted so far, I was sure my neck must be broken, but that was impossible. How long had it been? How long did I have before it would be over? Would the pain ever subside, and leave me entirely? There were no answers, I was left with nothing to do but fight agonizing over every slight bit of air I managed to force into my lungs, as the noose slowly worked its way tighter and tighter around my throat.

The pain was not the only feeling that filled me, however. There was also a warmth growing in my loins, that was steadily growing throughout my vicious struggles. A pleasurable throbbing awakened in my pussy, that sent waves of aroused euphoria through my limbs. I tried to scream out in ecstasy, but it came out as a choked burbling. I started shaking and quaking spasmodically as an orgasm raked my body. My pussy cried out and convulsed, and my inner thighs became slick with my juices.

I imagined all the people in the world who would watch me hang in my video. How every wet pussy would be pleasured and every cock would be stroked. How the people would moan and writhe with me as they watched my kicks and twitches. How they would long to grope my bouncing tits, as my chest heaved desperately for another breath. How they would wish to kiss me and slip their tongues into my drooling mouth. That was to be my legacy.

My kicks had slowed, as my energy began to abate, but a new struggle began. Happy and aroused, I began to thrust my pelvis forward. It forced me to dolphin kick again, as I relentlessly humped the empty air around me. I gave it all the energy I had left, thrusting forward with my hips. I didn’t even realize I was doing it, so enraptured was I by my fantasy of my inevitable audience. I would swear I could feel the fingers entering the vag of every spectator, just as sure as if they were entering me. I believed I was riding all those cocks. It was like I had an intimate personal connection to every person who would ever enjoy my video. And I, in my dying, was filled with an undying love for them all.

My body heaved again in one final orgasm as my humping slowed to a halt. I had finished kicking, and there was nothing left but twitching and spasms.

Julia set down her camera, and approached my hanging body. She came up along side me, and gazed longingly into my half-open unseeing eyes. “I love you too.” She said as she stroked my upward tilted cheek. If I could have heard her, I would have believed her. She then wrapped her arms around me and put her ear to my chest, ignoring the wet patch of drool that had landed there. She listened quietly.

She looked up at her husband and with a slight quiver in her voice she said. “I can still hear a beat.”

Upon hearing this, Daniel propped up his handheld on the table, and joined his wife at my side. It was the first appearance he had ever made on camera. He took up a position behind me and placed his ear to my back. “You’re right.” he said softly, wrapping his arms around me to embrace my hanging body.

The two of them stayed there embracing me lovingly as silent minutes ticked by; listening

intently as my heart slowly stopped beating.