Al sat in front of his dressing room mirror as his makeup girl got him ready for tonight's show.

"How's that?" she asked. Of course, having been his makeup girl for years, she knew what she had done was perfect.

"That's great, thanks" Al said, getting up from the chair and walking out. The broadcast would begin in just a few minutes, so Al walked out to the set. There, he walked passed the studio audience, who cheered his arrival, and onto the stage. To the right side of the colorfully lit stage stood five podiums, with four men and one woman behind them. At the back of the stage, stood five woman, each standing in front of a metal platform that somewhat resembled a diving board. Over each platform, dangled a noose made of black nylon rope. Above each noose, an LCD screen was mounted to the wall.

As Al walked to center stage, a crew member ran up and handed him his microphone, which looked like a little black ball on the end of a long, narrow stick.

"So," Al said, turning to the studio audience as the stage hand ran off, "who's ready for a game of hangman!?" The audience cheered, as they always did. "Great! We'll be getting started in just a few seconds." With that, Al looked down to the producer, standing behind a camera and just in front of the audience.

"We're on in five, four, three," the producer began. He counted two and one silently on his fingers, and pointed to Al. As the broadcast began, the applause sign over the audience lit up, and they erupted in cheers and claps, as they always did.

"Good evening and welcome to another game of hangman," Al began into his microphone as the audience settled, "I'm your host Al Carey. For our first time viewers, Hangman is a show where we have five beautiful women volunteer to risk being hanged, by the neck, until dead. The way the game works is that each of these five beautiful women behind me will be noosed and cuffed, standing on the platforms you see behind them. As they stand there, each of their spouses will play separate games of hangman. They will be allowed to guess one letter per round and for every wrong guess, their wife looses an article of clothing. Once any woman is down to only her bra and panties, one more wrong guess will result in her platform being dropped from under her, and she'll do her final dance for us." Al paused as the audience cheered. "The last woman standing, or the first one whose spouse successfully spells their entire word will be let down and awarded ONE - MILLION - DOLLARS!" The audience again cheered and the show theme song played as Al shouted. "As a reminder, each woman is allowed at most five articles of clothing and other than their bra and panties, and must wear at least one"

"Alright ladies and gentlemen, let's meet the five contestants literally risking their necks for us tonight as we get them ready." With that, Al turned and walked toward the woman standing at far left of the five women. Once there, two stage hands stood behind the woman, a young, petite blonde with her hair in a braided ponytail, wearing a white sundress.

"Hello, and what's your name?" Al asked, extending the microphone to the woman.

"Hi Al, I'm Candace. My husband and I are huge fans of the show" the woman replied.

"I'm happy to hear that Candace, why don't you step up there so our stage crew can get you ready" Al replied, gesturing to the platform behind her. Candace shook her head excitedly and hopped up onto the platform. She turned back to face the audience, put her hands behind her back, and lifted her chin to await the noose, which the stage hands hand to lower due to her short stature.

"So Candace, I notice your barefoot and wearing a dress. Are you wearing any other clothing underneath it?" Al asked, again extending Candace the microphone as the stage crew were handcuffing her hands behind her.

"No Al, just my bra and panties" Candace replied.

"And you realize that your dress counts as only one article of clothing?" Al asked.

"Yep" Candace replied, as the stage hands tightened the black noose around her slender, white neck.

"You know only wearing one article of clothing puts you at a disadvantage to the other contestants, right?" Al asked.

"I'm counting on it! My husband and I have been fantasizing about my death here on this stage for years!" Candace replied.

"Well, I think we might just be able to make that fantasy a reality tonight" Al said, leaving a huge smile on Candace's face as he moved onto the next woman. "So, what's your name?" Al asked the second woman in line. She was a taller, middle aged woman with black hair, wearing a pair of skinny jeans, a black button down shirt, a red leather jacket, and a black pair of six inch heels.

"I'm Cindy" she replied.

"Well Cindy, how about you hop up on that platform for us?" Al asked. Cindy stood frozen for a moment, then turned around and stepped up onto the platform. As she turned around to face the crowd again, the two stage crew members stood behind her. She took long, deliberate breaths as one of the stage crew members gently pulled her hands behind her back and cuffed them.

"Chin up miss" he whispered in her ear, then pulling the noose over her head and tightening it on her neck.

"So Cindy," Al began, "I see your wearing a few more articles of clothing than your opponent Candace." Cindy silently nodded her head. Her face showed that she was obviously nervous. "So, might I ask what brings you here tonight?"

"Well Al..." Cindy began, "we just really need the money"

"Alright Cindy, good luck to you" Al said, then moving on to the next woman. He could clearly tell Cindy was on the verge of tears, and a crying contestant was never good for ratings. "And what's your name?" Al asked the next woman.

"I'm Brittany, and my wife and I are huge fans of the show" the woman replied with a chipper smile. She was in her early thirties, wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

"Happy to hear that Brittany, would you mind hopping up on that platform for me?" Al replied.

"No problem Al" Brittany replied, then turning and stepping onto her platform. She turned back to the audience, put her hands behind her back, and lifted her chin.

"So Brittany, might I ask what brought you here tonight?" Al asked.

"Well Al," Brittany began, wincing slightly as the stage hand closed the handcuffs on her wrists, "my wife and I LOVE your show, so the thought of trying our hand at it got us both really excited."

"So, are you hoping to hang for us tonight like your competitor Candace?" Al asked.

"Well..." Brittany began, "not exactly hoping for it. To be honest I'd prefer to leave here with the money, but if I end up hanging I'll definitely still enjoy myself, as will my wife"

"Great, then good luck to both of you" Al said, moving to the next woman.

"And what's your name madam?" Al asked of the fourth contestant. She was another blonde, with straight hair who looked to be in her late twenties. She wore a white skirt suit and white shoes with a black, silk button up shirt.

"I'm Taylor, and I'm here to win" she replied. The crowd cheered at hearing that.

"Well Taylor, it sounds like the crowd's rooting for you. How about you step up onto that platform for me?" Al asked. Taylor resolutely pivoted around, stepped up onto the platform, and turned back toward the crowd. She then put her hands behind her back and her chin up.

"So Taylor, if you win, what are you going to do with the money?" Al asked.

"WHEN, I win, my husband and I are going to start our own hanging poker club" Taylor replied.

"Well, maybe I'll stop in for a game someday, if you survive" Al replied, then moving on to the final contestant. She was a pale girl in her mid twenties, wearing jeans, a pair of sneakers, a black t-shirt and a leather jacket.

"And your name?" Al asked.

"Kalyn, and I'm gong to be the one leaving with that money" she replied, glaring at Taylor.

"Well alright Kalyn, how about you hop up on that platform for me?" Al replied. Kalyn resolutely turned around and stood on the platform. She turned back toward the crowd, and readied herself for the handcuffs and noose, never taking her eyes off Taylor.

"So Kalyn, you say you're going to walk away with the money, but Taylor seems pretty determined to win. Does that make you nervous?" Al asked.

"Ha, please," Kalyn replied, "Andy and I are going to *bleep* each other tonight while we watch the rerun of that *bleep* choking to death" Kalyn replied.

"A reminder to all contestants," Al said as he slowly walked back to center stage, "we are live on broadcast television, please use clean language. Now, I think it's about time we take the slack out of those ropes." As Al said this, a loud mechanical whirring sound emanated from the ceiling. Each of the women stood straighter and got an uncomfortable look on their faces as their nooses retracted toward the ceiling. Once each woman was just barely able to keep their heels on the ground and still breath, the whirring stopped.

"Alright, let's start the game," Al said, then walking over to the first of the husbands. "So, Michael, your Candace's husband correct?"

"Yes, and please, call me Mike" the man replied.

"Alright Mike, are you ready to play?"

"Absolutely" Mike replied.

"Great, then let's see your phrase" Al said, turning to the LCD display above Candace's head, where a series of blanks appeared on the screen:

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

"Alright Mike, one word nine letters, would you like to guess a letter?" Al asked.

"Yes Al, I'd like to guess Z" Mike replied.

"Okay Mike, and you're aware that statistically, Z is one of the least likely letters to be up there, right?" Al asked.

"I am Al, Z, final answer"

"Alright," Al shrugged, "SHOE ME Z" Al called, pointing to the board above Candace. Suddenly, there was a loud buzzing sound, and a red X flashed across Candace's board. "Oh I'm so sorry Mike, Z was not in your phrase and so Candace loses that beautiful white dress she's wearing" Al said.

"I think she'll get over it" Mike replied with a smile.

"I sure will!" Candace yelled from her platform, as a stage hand stepped up behind her and used a pair of scissors to cut off her sun dress. As the dress fell away, it revealed a white lace bra and panties underneath.

"Alright, onto our next contestant," Al said, moving to the next podium. "So Jim, you're Cindy's husband?" Jim nodded. "Ready for your phrase?" Al asked. Again, Jim nodded, sweating profusely. Then, Cindy's board showed a series of blanks:

_ _ _ _     _ _     _ _ _ _

"Alright Jim, three words, ten letters, got your first guess?" Al asked, turning to the very nervous looking Jim.

"Uh...P" Jim replied.

"SHOW ME P!" Al called again, turning and pointing to Cindy's board. Again, there was a loud buzzing noise, and a red X flashed across Cindy's screen. "Oh, bad luck there Jim and that means Cindy loses an article of clothing, and as usual we'll start with the shoes." One of the stage hands stepped behind Cindy, lifted her right foot off the floor and removed her high heel. Cindy looked panicked as she realized that, without her high heals, the toes of her right foot barely touched the platform beneath her. She now balanced precariously on her left foot.

"So, you're Hazel, Brittany's wife?" Al asked the next contestant.

"Yep, that's me!" Hazel replied.

"Did you know you were the first same sex couple ever to compete on this show?" Al asked.

"Of course I knew, my wife and I have seen every episode!" Hazel replied.

"Alright, then I suppose you should be a real pro. Let's see your phrase" Al said, turning to Brittany's board:

_ _ _ _    _ _     _ _ _ _

"Alright, any guesses?" Al asked.

"Hmmm...H"

"SHOW ME H!" Al said, turning and pointing to Brittany's board. The sound of a bell ringing suddenly played on the studio speakers, and Brittany's board changed:

H _ _ _     _ _     _ _ _ _

"Alright! Our first correct guess of the day!" Al said, moving on to the next contestant. "So you must be Cory, Taylor's husband?"

"I sure am Al" Cory replied.

"Alright Cory, let's see your phrase" Al said, turning to Taylor's board:

_ _ _ _     _ _     _ _ _ _

"Alright Cory, three words, ten letters. What's your guess?" Al asked.

"H, final answer"

"SHOW ME H!" Again, the bell sounded, and Taylor's screen changed.

H _ _ _     _ _     _ _ _ _

"Alright, another correct guess!" Al yelled excitedly.

"Your turn *bleep*" Taylor said to Kalyn.

"Please, everyone knows to guess H in the first round. Half the phrases have hang in them, my husband's got this" Kalyn replied.

"Yet another reminder to keep the language civil ladies" Al said, moving on to the next husband. "So you're Andy, Kalyn's husband?" Al asked.

"That's right" Andy replied.

"Great, let's see Kalyn's phrase" Al said, turning to her board:

_ _ _ _     _ _     _ _ _ _

"Alright Andy, what's your guess?" Al asked.

"Z, final answer" Andy replied.

"Wait, WHAT!?" Kalyn shouted.

"SHOW ME Z!" Al yelled, and again, the buzzer sounded.

"What the hell are you doing Andy?" Kalyn shouted as one of the stage hands took one of her shoes. She kept yelling, and the producer cut her mic as Al went back to the first podium.

"So Mike, your wife is standing up there in just her bra and panties, and I must say, she's quite attractive" Al said.

"Thanks Al, I'm a lucky man" Mike replied.

"Hopefully very lucky, you realize if you guess this letter wrong, Candace hangs, right?" Al asked.

"Yep" Mike replied.

"Alright, then go ahead and guess"

"X, final answer" Mike replied.

"SHOW ME X!" Again, the bell rang:

_ X _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

"Damn" Mike said.

"Make it Q in the next round honey!" Candace shouted from her platform.

"You got it, sorry babe!" Mike called back as Al moved on to Jim.

"So Jim, no luck on the first letter, maybe you'll have better luck in the second round. What's your guess?" Al asked. Jim paused for a long moment.

"T...final answer" he relied, sweating bullets.

"SHOW ME T!" Again, the buzzer sounded. A stage hand came up behind Cindy to take her other shoe. She resisted, until the stage hand yanked her right foot back. She gagged as her wait was momentarily totally on the noose. The stage hand let go of her foot, and Cindy began balancing on her tip toes. Even then, she could still be heard softly gagging as some of her weigh remained on the noose. "Well folks," Al said looking to the camera, "looks like Cindy's in a precarious position, she'd better hope the rest of this game goes quickly"

"Please," Jim pleaded, "give her shoes back, she clearly needs them."

"Sorry Jim, that's the reason to wear flats when you come on this show" Al chuckled, moving onto Hazel. "Hey there Hazel, got another good guess for me?" Al asked.

"Sure do! A, final answer!" Hazel replied.

"SHOE ME A!" Al exclaimed. Ding ding:

H A _ _     _ _     _ _ _ _

"And another good guess from Hazel, so I guess it's on to Corey" Al said, moving to the next podium.

"Corey, I'm guessing you've got another good guess now don't you" Al asked, extending him the microphone.

"I think so, A, final answer" Corey replied.

"SHOW ME A!" Ding ding.

H A _ _     _ _     _ _ _ _

"And another good guess from Corey, so his wife stays fully clothed," Al said, to prompted boos from the audience, "so, on to Andy." Al then moved onto the next podium.

"Well Andy, it seems like your wife was a little less than happy with your last guess, let's see if you can turn that luck around" Al said, extending Andy the microphone.

"Q" Andy replied.

"You son of a *bleep*" Kalyn yelled from her platform.

"Andy are you sure y..." Al began, Andy cutting him off.

"Q, final answer" Andy replied.

"Shoe me Q" Al said, less enthusiastically. BZZZZ. "I'm sorry Andy, Q was incorrect, so Kalyn looses another shoe" Al said.

"You son of a *bleep*, I'll *bleep* kill you! Why are you doing this to me!?" Kalyn screamed as a stage hand removed her other shoe. Al scratched his left ear, his signal to the producer to cut off Kalyn's mic.

"A reminder to the contestants, please keep the language civil" Al said as he walked back to the first podium. "So Mike, your last guess was correct, but your wife is still just one wrong guess away from a slow, agonizing death, you think your ready?" Al asked.

"I sure am Al" Mike replied, smiling.

"Alright, let's hear your guess" Al replied.

"Q, final answer" Mike replied.

"SHOE ME Q!" Al exclaimed. BZZZZ. "Oh, so sorry Mike, it seems that guess was wrong and, since we can't take any more clothes of your wife, that means it's time for her to hang" Al said.

"Oh darn" Mike replied sarcastically.

"Well, let's go and hear her last words" Al said, turning and walking across the stage to Candace's platform. "Well Candace, these are your last few minutes, how are you feeling?" Al asked.

"Not as good as I will once this noose is nice and snug" Candace replied, with a smile on her face.

"Well, then I won't keep you waiting too long. Any last words?" Al asked.

"Just a few," Candace began, "Mike, the time we've spent together has been the best of my life," Candace paused as the audience cooed, "I love you, and I'm so glad we can share this final moment together. Enjoy my hanging and don't feel guilty about it, cause you know I'll be enjoying it too. And once I'm gone, find someone new, someone like us, who will watch the video of my hanging with you well you make love"

"I love you too honey, and I will" Mike said from his podium.

"Isn't that sweet folks?" Al asked, to applause from the audience. "Before we let Candace go, let's see what her word or phrase was" Al said, then turning to the screen above Candace's head.

E X E C U T I O N E R,

"Well Candace, Look's like your word was executioner" Al said.

"I had a feeling that was it when the X came up" Candace replied.

"Well, I suppose it's time we get on with this," Al said, stepping back, "drop that platform!" Candace giggled with glee. Then, there was a loud "ka-thunk" sound, and her platform dropped out from under her. She dropped just a few inches, then she gagged loudly as the noose tightened down. Her face turned red almost instantly, and she began to spasm and flail. Candace's belly contorted as she desperately tried to breathe, and her legs kicked randomly in every direction, trying desperately to relieve the pressure of the noose, even for a second.

As Mike watched Candace spasm and writhe in the noose, he knew two things the crowd did not. First, he knew that despite her outward appearance of sheer agony, Candace was having the time of her life. The couple had played breath-play games together for years, Mike often fully lifting Candace off the ground in the noose. She always reacted this way, buy she always begged him to do it again after she was let down. The other thing Mike new that the audience did not, was that at he and Candace's request, the knot of the noose had been covered with a slip resistant resin, making it tighten down much more slowly, so that the hanging would take longer.

Candace had fantasized about her death in the noose for a long time, and she wanted it to last as long as possible to give her the greatest possibility of achieving orgasm. Her short stature and slender frame made her very light, and her practice at breath-play games made her adept at withstanding asphyxiation, which would both make her last longer, but she decided to hedge her bets and ask for the non-slip material. This also meant that the noose did not tighten down all the way immediately, allowing her to gag and choke loudly throughout most of the hanging.

After nearly fifteen minutes of writhing back and forth under the hot studio lights, Candace was glazed in a layer of sweat, her bra and panties nearly soaked in it, and her hair had gone frizzy from rubbing against the noose coils. Then, she froze for a moment, her eyelashes fluttered, her toes curled, and her left leg twitched several times. No one else watching could be entirely sure, but Mike knew, from years of pleasuring his wife sexually, that this meant she had just come to orgasm.

As soon as the feeling of blissful pleasure subsided, Candace returned to writhing in the noose. Even as the twenty minute mark ticked by, Candace was still dancing very hard, and her hands were still tugging at her handcuffs, skinning her wrists. Candace's light weight and the slip resistant coating meant that it was not until the twenty minute mark that the noose had completely sealed Candace's airway, and her gagging and choking fell silent. This was when she really began to feel light headed, and her vision began to blur. Then, finally, her kicks and spasms began to weaken as her limbs grew cold and numb, and her legs felt heavier. Then, after nearly thirty minutes of intense struggle, which her husband watched intently, erection visible through his pants, Candace's hips gyrated from one final orgasm. Then, here eyes closed, her body went limp, her bladder released, and a look of overwhelming peace came across her face.

"Well lady's and gentleman, one last round of applause for old Candace" Al exclaimed to the crowd, generating thunderous applause. "Well, Mike's going to head back to the contestant dressing room where he can watch the rest of the show if he wants, and as usual all husbands will be leaving here with a DVD copy of today's show and their wife's remains." As Al explained this, a stage hand lead Mike off set.

"So Jim, ready to make another guess?" Al asked, moving to the next podium. Jim was visibly sweating as his wife swayed back and forth trying to keep her balance on her tip toes. From the gagging sounds she kept making and the drooping of her eyelids, it appeared that Cindy was on the verge of losing consciousness.

"If I get a letter right will you give her one of her shoes back?" Jim begged.

"No Jim, you know the rules, once an article of clothing comes off, it doesn't go back on" Al replied.

"Al please, look at her, she's dying" Jim pleaded.

"And you're not doing her any favors by holding up the game, the faster this goes the better" Al replied.

"Please Al! Just one shoe, you can take some other article of clothing in its place" Jim pleaded.

"Jim I'm going to have to start the clock here, if you don't give me a guess in the next ten seconds it'll count as an incorrect guess" Al said. The sound of a clock ticking began to play over the studio speakers, and a clock of ten seconds appeared on Cindy's screen. Meanwhile, Jim simply kept pleading for his wife to get her shoes back.

"Jim you've gotta give me a guess in three...two...one" BZZZZZ! The red x flashed across Cindy's screen again, and a stage hand cut off her jacket, leaving her in just her jeans and shirt. "Oh well, no luck there Jim, hopefully you'll be ready to give us a guess on the next round" Al said, moving on to the next podium as the director cut Jim's mic.

"So Hazel, I suppose you've got a pretty good idea what the first word of your phrase is?" Al asked.

"Yeah I think so too" Hazel replied.

"Alright, any guesses on letters then?" Al asked.

"N, final answer" Hazel replied.

"SHOW ME N!" Ding ding.

H A N _     _ _     _ _ _ _

"Alright, and your wife gets to keep all of her clothes again" Al said, moving on to Corey.

"Corey, you and Hazel have made the exact same guesses the last three rounds in a row, and you've both been right every time. We going to keep that trend going?" Al asked.

"Yup, N, final answer" Corey replied.

"SHOW ME N!" Ding ding.

H A N _     _ _     _ _ N _

"And it look's like Taylor remains fully clothed as well" Al said, moving on to Andy. "So Andy, you've had a string of...bad luck, we'll call it. Think you'll turn it around this time?" Al asked. Kalyn was in the frame of the camera over Al's shoulder, shouting something the audience couldn't here because her microphone was still cut off.

"Maybe, X, final answer" Andy replied.

"SHOW ME X" Al shouted. BZZZZ. A stage hand came up behind Kalyn and removed her leather jacket. She shouted profanities at him, Al and Andy as he did so. No one heard them, because her microphone was still off.

"Alright, back over to Jim..." Al began as he walked back toward Jim's podium, but then he stopped, "well actually, Cindy doesn't look so good, can we get a pulse check on Cindy?" Al asked, noticing that Cindy was standing still, her heals almost on the platform, with a large wet spot in the front of her jeans. A stage hand with a stethoscope stood behind Cindy and unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. He then pressed the stethoscope to her chest and listened for a moment, before giving Al a thumbs down.

"Well looks Cindy didn't quite make it to the next round..." Al began

"NO!" Jim interrupted.

"She was a good sport but she made some poor footwear choices. Can we see what her phrase was?" Al asked.

H A N G     E M'     H I G H,

"Oh darn," Al excclaimed, "with all those Hs in there this would've been a really easy one to get if Jim had just guessed the first letter. Oh well, big thanks to her husband Jim, he can go back to the dressing room and enjoy the rest of the show" Al said as two stage hands physically dragged Jim away from the stage. He was sobbing loudly, but his mic had been cut off.

"Back to Hazel again, going to finish off that first word?" Al asked.

"Yup, G, final answer" Hazel replied.

"SHOW ME G!" Ding Ding.

H A N G     _ _     _ _ _ _

"Alright, first word down" Al said, moving on to Corey. "Alright Corey, gonna continue the pattern?" Al asked.

"Sure am," Corey replied, "G, final answer"

"SHOW ME G!" Ding ding.

H A N G     _ _     _ _ N G!

"Wow! Two letters for the price of one, good guess Corey. Alright Andy," Al said, moving on to the last podium, "let's here your guess"

"W, final answer"

"Show me W!" BZZZ. A stage hand came up behind Kalyn and cut off her shirt, leaving her there in her jeans and a black bra. She was screaming, her face red with rage and tears were streaming down her cheeks as the stage hand removed her shirt. Taylor looked at her, with a self satisfied smirk on her face.

"Alright ladies and gentleman. At the end of the fourth round we have two women already dead," Al said as the camera panned over Candace, her body slowly rotating back and forth above the stage, and then to Cindy, still standing perfectly motionless, just the balls of her feet on the platform, "one by losing the game and the other being disqualified. Kalyn here is down to one article of clothing remaining and Brittany and Taylor here are, miraculously, still fully clothed. And that's where we'll pick up after this word from our sponsors."

"And we're off" the director called from behind the camera, the que that an ad was now playing and the show was not broadcasting. The spouses were then allowed to move around the set freely, but their wives had to stay in the noose. Al left to get a drink of water, while Corey and Hazel each went to speak to their wives. Andy went back stage to get some food. Mike came back on set to get a closer look at his wife's corpse.

"How are you doing?" Hazel asked, looking up at her noosed wife.

"Oh my god, this is so cool, we might actually win!" Brittany replied.

"I know! I can't believe it! But we still have to worry about Taylor and Corey, they're doing even better than we are" Hazel replied.

"Yeah, but either way I'm having a lot of fun"

"Me too, seeing you up there is getting me really wet" Hazel winked.

"Same here, I'm worried I might soak through these jeans" Brittany replied.

"Noosed and loving it, that's so hot. We're definitely having sex later" Hazel practically moaned.

"What if I'm dead?" Brittany asked.

"I'm still going to fuck you" Hazel replied.

"Stop, now I'm definitely going to soak through these jeans" Brittany replied with a smile.

As Al came back on set, Corey and Taylor were talking about what they were going to do with their winnings, Kalyn was standing on her platform, trying to hold back tears, and Mike had his hand on his wife's cheek.

"Spouses to their podiums, we're back on in two minutes" the director called. The spouses gradually returned to their spots, and Mike went back stage again as Al stood at center stage. "And we're back in five, four, three..." the director called, again counting two and one on his fingers.

"Welcome back to hangman!" Al shouted excitedly into his microphone. The crowd once again applauded. "As long as we're back, let's check in with the brave young ladies risking their necks in the noose shall we?" Al continued, then walking over to Candace's dangling body. "As you can see, Candace and Cindy are already gone," Al said, strolling past their bodies as the camera panned along with him, "but Brittany here is still fully clothed. How are you feeling Brittany?" Al asked, stopping and holding his microphone up to Brittany.

"I'm feeling great Al! Standing here in this noose is making me super hot, and I might even win the game!" Brittany excitedly replied.

"Well I'm glad your having a good time Brittany" Al replied, then moving on to Taylor. "So Taylor, how are you feeling?"

"Confident Al," Taylor replied calmly, "Kalyn's obviously on the way out, and Brittany it sticking in there, but she'll start going down any minute. I'll be leaving with that prize money"

"Either way I feel like a winner" Brittany said, to laughter from the crowd.

"Well we'll have to wait and see if your confidence is misplaced" Al replied. "Now let's move on to Kalyn," Al said, moving on to the next platform. At this point, Kalyn's face was red with rage and frustration, and her eyes were watering. "How are you feeling Kalyn?" Al asked, extending her the microphone.

"*bleep* YOU AL! YOU'RE HELPING MY PIECE OF *bleep* HUSBAND MURDER ME!" she screamed, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. Suddenly the buzzer sounded again.

"Oh, I'm sorry Kalyn, but that buzzer means you've broken our no cursing rule one to many times. As a penalty, you lose one more article of clothing" Al said, as a stage hand with a pair of scissors approached Kalyn from behind.

"No, please! I'll be good!" Kalyn screamed as the stage hand began cutting away her jeans. Al simply walked away, leaving Kalyn standing there, wearing nothing but her black bra and panties. "So Hazel, you going to continue your winning streak here?" Al said as he approached her podium.

"I think so Al, E, final answer" Hazel replied.

"SHOE ME E!" Ding ding.

H A N G     E _     _ _ _ _

"And that's another good guess from Hazel! Let's see if Corey will also keep up his winning tradition!" Corey said, moving on to Corey's podium. "Corey, care to venture another guess?" Al asked.

"Sure do Al. E, final answer" Corey replied.

"SHOE ME E!" Ding ding.

H A N G     E _     _ _ N G!

"Alright, and Corey continues his good luck" Al said, then moving on to Andy. "Alright Andy," Al replied, suddenly in a more serious tone, "your wife is standing up there in her bra and panties. Because this is broadcast television, we can't take anymore clothes off of her. One more wrong guess, and she dies a slow, agonizing death. Are you ready?" Al asked.

"Absolutely Al" Andy replied calmly.

"Alright, let's here your guess"

"Hmmm...J, final answer" Andy replied.

"SHOW ME J!" Al said, again turning to Kalyn's display. BZZZZ! "Oh, sorry Andy, but that's wrong, and that means Kalyn does the dance" Al said.

"Oh well" Andy replied, sarcastically shrugging his shoulders.

"Alright, well let's go get Kalyn's final words" Al said, then walking over to Kalyn. "Kalyn, anything you'd like to say before you die?" He said, extending her the microphone.

"Please, please, this isn't fair, he betrayed me!" Kalyn begged.

"Sorry Kalyn, guess you should've chosen a more trustworthy partner" Al replied.

"No, PLEASE!" Kalyn wailed "I'll do anything, just please let me down!"

"Just for fun, let's see what Kalyn's phrase was" Al said, turning to the screen above her head.

H A N G     E M'     D E A D!

"Well," Al said, "that seems to fit with our pattern. Everyone, let's have a big round of applause for Kalyn before she departs" Al said, to thunderous applause from the audience.

"PLEASE! THIS ISN'T FAIR!" Kalyn pleaded one more time. Then, Al waved his hand. Suddenly, there was a loud "ka-thunk" sound, and Kalyn was dancing on air. There was a look of terror in her eyes as she began to desperately squirm in the noose. The sounds of her chocking and gagging were amplified by her microphone for the audience, both in the studio and at home, to enjoy.

Her face began to turn an even darker shade of red, then a pale, sickly shade of blue as she continued to struggle. Andy simply watched with a self satisfied grin as Kalyn slowly asphyxiated. As the hanging wore on, Kalyn began to move steadily slower. A large gob of saliva dripped from her lip and landed on her left breast. It was obvious that she was desperately trying to bring her hands to her neck, as the handcuffs had skinned her wrists raw.

As she watched from her podium, Hazel became overcome with lust. Her right hand unconsciously drifted between her legs, and she began to rub her groin through her pants. She leaned over her podium and softly moaned as she watched Kalyn thrash away the last remaining minutes of her life. After several more minutes of struggle, Kalyn fell limp. Then, her eyes rolled back into her head, her eyelashes fluttered, and her toes curled as her body gave one last wiggle. Hazel couldn't be sure, but she thought that was Kalyn having one last orgasm, before she went limp for ever, and her bladder released, soaking her panties.

Hazel continued to stare at Kalyn's slowly rotating body, gently rubbing her vagina. "While folks," Al said, snapping Hazel back to reality, "she'll be left up for the mandatory three hours, but I think that's about it for poor Kalyn. Let's have one last round of applause as Andy heads back to his dressing room." The crowd cheered, and a stage hand ran up to Al to whisper something in his ear before he walked back to Hazel's podium.

"So Hazel, you and Corey are the only spouses left" Al said.

"Yup" Hazel replied, still recovering from having brought herself just to the brink of orgasm without being satisfied.

"And neither of you has had an incorrect guess so far" Al said.

"Yup, just lucky I guess" Hazel replied.

"That you certainly are. So, did you enjoy Kalyn's dance?" Al asked.

"I sure did!" Hazel replied with a smile.

"Oh I know you did. You see a stage hand just told me you...REALLY, enjoyed it" Al said with a playful smile.

"While...yeah" Hazel said, blushing.

"In fact that stage hand tells me you had your hands between your legs" Al said, raising an eyebrow.

"Well...yeah" Hazel repeated, her cheeks now bright red.

"Well I'm glad you enjoyed yourself Hazel," Al said, "but I'm afraid that the rules strictly forbid spouses from pleasuring themselves on the air. As a penalty, Brittany loses two articles of clothing."

"Oh, damn it! Sorry Britt!" Hazel said as a stage hand removed both of Brittany's shoes.

"It's not a big deal, we made it this far right?" Brittany replied.

"While I'm afraid it is a big deal," Al said, "this puts you at a considerable disadvantage as we move into the final rounds, considering that Brittany was already wearing one less article of clothing than Taylor, who hasn't lost a single one yet."

"Yeah, I know" Hazel said, frowning.

"Well, that said, do you think you're ready to move into the next round?" Al asked. Hazel shook her head yes. "Alright, as a reminder for the viewers at home, can we have Brittany's phrase on the big screen please"

H A N G     E M'     _ _ _ _

"Alright Hazel," Al said, "the first two words were a pretty easy guess, this is the part where contestants often start to have trouble. Do you think you know what that last word is?"

"I have guesses, but I'm not really sure" Hazel replied.

"Well, I guess you'll just have to pick one and guess a letter to find out" Al said.

"Alright..." Hazel said, pausing to think, "D, final answer."

"SHOW ME D!" BZZZ. "Oh, so sorry Hazel, D is not in your phrase, and so Brittany loses her shirt from your first wrong guess of the game" Al said, as a stage hand came up behind Brittany and cut off her shirt, revealing the pink bra underneath.

"Ugh, damn" Hazel said.

"So Corey," Al said, moving to the next podium, "as I told Hazel, this is often where contestants start to have a rough time, once the words that are part of a pattern are out of the way. Of course, you have an advantage because you already have two letters." As Al spoke, the big screen showed Taylor's phrase.

H A N G     E M     _ _ N G,

"Yeah, I think I already know what the word is actually" Corey replied.

"Alright then, let's find out. What's your letter?"

"L, final answer."

"SHOW ME L!" Ding ding.

H A N G     E M'     L _ N G,

Corey excitedly pumped his fist. "Well, more good luck there Corey, looks like you're within spitting distance of the big win" Al said, before moving back to Hazel's podium.

"So Hazel," Al said, with a more serious tone in his voice, "it looks like Brittany's really...on the ropes." He paused for a laugh from the audience. "Corey just has to get one more letter right and it's all over. How do you feel?"

"Well...nervous. I love my wife, but I also know she's always fantasized about her hanging and well...so have I so...well I still hope we can win" Hazel replied, taking some awkward pauses.

"Alright, well it all might hinge on your next guess. Do you think you know what the word is?" Al asked. Hazel shrugged awkwardly. "Well, either way, you've gotta give us a guess" Al reminded her. Hazel paused for a moment.

"S, final answer" Hazel finally mustered the courage to say.

"SHOW ME S!" Ding ding.

H A N G     E M'     S _ _ _

"Okay, now I definitely know what the word is" Hazel said.

"Well than hopefully we make it into another round" Al said, moving to Corey's podium. "So Corey, Taylor's still fully clothed and you've only got one letter left to go, you must feel pretty good about your odds, right?" Al asked.

"I sure do" Corey replied.

"Alright, I hope you do, cause it all might end right here, are you ready?" Al asked. Corey nodded. "Alright, let's hear that guess"

"O, final answer" Corey said confidently.

"SHOW ME O!" DING DING DING DING! "Oh, and Corey get's it right to win the his wife's life and the ONE MILLION DOLLARS!" Al exclaimed as the bells died down. Corey pumped his fist excitedly and Taylor giggled with glee as Hazel slumped onto her podium.

"Ugh, sorry Britt" Hazel called to her wife.

"Don't worry about it honey, I'm still having fun!" Brittany replied, still smiling.

"Well Hazel, I'm sorry you didn't quite make the cut" Al said, returning to her podium, "are you ready to see your wife do her final dance?"

"Well...yeah" Hazel replied.

"Great, then let's get her final words." Al strolled casually from Hazel's podium over to Brittany in the noose. "So Brittany, how do you feel?" Al asked.

"A little nervous but...also really good" Brittany replied.

"Really?"

"Well, I've fantasized about this forever, but at the same time I know it's going to hurt like hell and I don't really want to die, but also...I'm really wet, ya know, downstairs right now" Brittany replied.

"Well good for you," Al replied, "do you have any last words for us?"

"Absolutely," Brittany began, "first off I just want to say congratulations to Corey and Taylor and let them no there's no hard feelings" Brittany said.

"Oh, thanks, that's really sweet" Taylor said, still standing in her noose to Brittany's left.

"Second, I want to say something to my wife" Brittany continued.

"Well go ahead, we have some extra time because Corey finished up so fast, so take as long as you need" Al said.

"Thanks Al. Hazel, I love you so much, I can't tell you how happy you've made me. Please, enjoy my hanging as you know I would enjoy yours" Brittany finished.

"Is that all?" Al asked. Brittany shook her head yes. "Alright, then without further ado." Then, there was a loud "ka-thunk" again, and Brittany's platform disappeared from beneath her feet. Because the noose had been raised so high, she didn't fall very far, and began squirming quickly. Like Candace, Brittany had requested that her noose be covered in the slip resistant coating, to make her last longer.

Even through the pain and agony that was clear on Brittany's face, it was evident that she was enjoying herself in the noose. Every five minutes, like clockwork, her back arched, her eye lashes fluttered and her toes curled. Then, she let out one particularly long moan. Hazel knew, this is how her wife always reacted to an orgasm. As she watched her wife slowly strangle in the noose, Hazel had to make a very concerted effort to keep her hands on the podium, lest they drift between her legs again, in violation of show rules. At one point, she had to stop herself unconsciously grinding against the corner of the podium, shortly after her wife's third asphyxia induced orgasm.

Hazel felt insatiably aroused as she watched her wife struggle against the noose. The way her eyes darted back and forth, how her tongue writhed in her open mouth, the sickly shade of blue her face had become, all of it drove Hazel wild. The non-slip resin used on her noose did lengthen Brittany's final dance, but she was heavier than Candace, so she didn't break the half hour mark. So finally, after just over twenty five minutes, Birttany had her fourth and final, mind bending orgasm. Then, her left leg twitched, and a wet spot began to spread down the front of her jeans. Then, she hung limp, except the occasional twitch, and swayed back and forth slowly under her momentum.

"Alright ladies and gentleman," Al said after a moment of quite, "Brittany will be left up for the mandatory three hours to ensure her passing, but that big wet spot in her jeans suggests there won't be much more to see from her. So, without further ado let's have the last two spouses standing come up here and get Taylor down from that noose."

With that, Corey and Hazel both approached Taylor's noose. Corey stepped up onto her platform and loosened the noose as a stage hand uncuffed her hands. Taylor took the noose off and stepped down triumphantly.

"Congratulations" Hazel said to Taylor, pulling her in for a hug.

"Thank you so much" Taylor replied, "you were a worthy opponent, and your wife danced beautifully."

"So Taylor, now that you get to walk out of here alive and a millionaire, what are your plans?" Al asked.

"Well like I said earlier, my husband and I are going to open a hanging poker club, it'll be in the mountains of northern Nevada overlooking a lake. We'll run it together until we get bored and then, well...it's a hanging club, how else does that story end?" Taylor replied.

"Well that certainly sounds like a great spot for it, I'll have to stop in before you and your husband get bored," Al replied, then turning to Hazel. "So Hazel, your life also changed in a pretty important way today" Al said in a more serious tone.

"It sure did" Hazel replied, glancing up at her wife's corpse.

"So, what are you going to do now?"

"Well," Hazel replied, "I'm probably going to take my wife's body home and make arrangements. Then, I'm going to have a glass of wine, kiss her one last time, do some other things with her... and then I'm probably going to hang myself.:

"Really," Al asked, "does losing your wife hurt that much?"

"Well...it's not so much that, it's more because, like her, I've always wanted to know what the noose feels like when you know you'll never take it off, and with the love of my life gone, this just seems like the right time to find out." The crowd cooed at that for a moment.

"Well Hazel," Al said, scratching his chin, "we still have some time left on the show and, well, there is one open noose left..." The crowd cheered, then quieted to hear Hazel's reply.

"Wellll..." Hazel said, awkwardly looking at the floor, "I don't know. I always imagined my hanging being a little more private. Plus I wanted to get naked and touch myself, which I know I can't do on television."

"Oh come on Hazel," Al pleaded, "you and your wife hanging next to each other for the world to see? I can't imagine a more romantic ending than that."

"You two would look so beautiful up there next to each other" Taylor put in, gently putting one hand on Hazel's shoulder. Hazel let out a long sigh.

"Could I kiss my wife one last time?" Hazel asked.

"Of course Hazel" Al replied. Hazel thought for a moment.

"Okay, I'll do it" Hazel said, to much applause from the crowd.

"That's great! We'll take one more commercial brake and when we come back, we'll see Hazel giver her wife one last kiss goodbye before dangling at her side!" Al exclaimed while pointing to the camera.

"And we're off!" the director called from behind the camera, signalling the start of another commercial brake.

"Can we get a stool out here so Hazel can kiss her beautiful wife?" Al called to a stage hand. A moment later, the stage hand reemerged and placed a tall stool in front of Brittany's dangling body.

"Hey Al," Hazel asked.

"Yes Hazel?"

"Was Taylor's noose covered in the non-slip resin?" Hazel asked.

"I don't know," Al replied, "Taylor did you request the non-slip resin?"

"No I didn't," Taylor replied, "I actually requested it be greased to close up faster. If I lost I wanted it to be over with quickly"

"Oh, so now you acknowledge you could have lost?" Hazel joked.

"Well yeah, it was a possibility" Taylor begrudgingly admitted, shrugging her shoulders.

"So is the greased noose okay?" Al asked.

"Actually I was really hoping it would have the non-slip material, I want to last as long as possible, can we change it out?" Hazel asked.

"Absolutely, one sec" Al said, then waving over a stage hand. "Quickly, before the commercial brake ends, switch out the empty noose with one prepared with the non-slip resin" Al directed him.

"Yes sir" the stage hand said, then running off. Then, a stage hand in the rafters high above the stage cut the empty noose loose from the top, causing the entire rope to fall in a heap, before lowering a new noose down above the platform.

"So...I should probably get undressed now, shouldn't I?" Hazel asked.

"Well, you didn't actually play the game, so if you want to keep your clothes on that's perfectly fine," Al replied, "or you can strip down as much as you like, so long as your nipples and groin remain covered"

"I think I'll go in my bra and panties, after all, I did say I had hoped to hang naked" Hazel replied. She then undressed, handing her shoes, jeans and shirt to a stage hand and revealing the smooth, dark purple bra and panties underneath.

"Back on in two minutes" the director called. Stagehands started scurrying off stage and Al retrieved his microphone. Al, Hazel, Taylor and Cory stood in a line in front of the dangling women, facing the audience.

"Are you nervous?" Taylor asked, leaning over to Hazel.

"A little...but I'm also really excited" Hazel replied.

"I can tell," Taylor said, looking down at the Hazel's moist inner thighs, "have fun up there"

"And we're back in five, four, three..." the director called again, then counting to and one on his fingers, and pointing to Al.

"Well welcome back to our viewers at home, for those just tuning in, we have a very rare fifth hanging here on hangman, as the beautiful Hazel here has volunteered to dangle next to her beautiful wife!" The audience applauded quite a bit as a spotlight shined on Hazel, making her blush. "Hazel's one request was that she be allowed to give her wife a kiss goodbye before she entertains us." This once again received an "aaaawwwwww" from the audience. "Well Hazel, whenever you're ready" Al said, motioning to the stool in front of Brittany.

 

Hazel approached the stool, looking up at her dead wife's peaceful, unmoving body. She then climbed it, placed her hands on her wife's hips, and stared into her still partly open, unmoving eyes. The stillness and peace in her wife's face made Hazel both very aroused, and very jealous. "I'm so happy to follow you into the dark" Hazel whispered to her wife. Then she leaned in and planted a kiss on her cold, unfeeling lips. It lasted several seconds as Hazel's tongue explored her dead wife's mouth. One of Hazel's hands began to drift down and fondle her wife's ass.

"Alright Hazel I think that's enough" Al said when he saw this. Hazel didn't respond, she kept kissing her wife, and her left hand remained down the back of her wife's pants. Then, her other hand began to drift towards her wife's breasts.

"HAZEL!" Al exclaimed. This snapped Hazel out of her trance. "Still on broadcast television" Al said with a stern expression.

"Oh right, I guess I got carried away" Hazel said blushing, her hand still on her wife's ass.

"It's understandable, given that you are about to die. How about you step down now?" Al asked. Hazel shook her head yes, and jumped down from the stool. "Alright Hazel, are you ready to hang?" Al asked.

"I was born ready" Hazel replied.

"Great, just hop up onto the platform and a stagehand will get you ready" Al replied. Hazel obediently stepped onto what had been Taylor's platform, then turned back toward the crowd. A stagehand approached her from behind, gently taking her wrists and pulling them behind her and handcuffing them. Then, he pulled the black, nylon noose over her head, and down around her neck, were he cinched it tight. Another stage hand operated the winch to pull the noose in just to the point that Hazel could keep her heels on the ground and still breathe comfortably. "So Hazel, any last words?" Al asked.

"Just a few Al," Hazel replied, "Taylor and Cory, I want to reiterate what my wife said and say that there really are no hard feelings. I hope you enjoy the prize money and watching me hang. Taylor, you said you would probably hang yourself one day. I hope that you do, because you would be beautiful."

"Aww, thanks Hazel, that's so sweet" Taylor put in.

"Al, your show brought my wife and I years of enjoyment and pleasure, please don't stop doing what you're doing"

"I'll keep doing this show as long as the network let's me" Al assured her, to thunderous applause from the audience.

"And those of you watching both at home and in the audience, don't feel bad if you enjoy watching me hang. The fact that I know some of you are going to pleasure yourselves to this either right now or watching reruns later, only makes this hotter for me..."

"Are you ready?" Al asked after a brief pause. Hazel closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and shook her head yes. Al raised his hand, paused for dramatic affect, then quickly dropped it. There was another loud "ka-thunk" sound, and Hazel's platform dropped away beneath her feet. Hazel's eyes shot back open as she fell just a few inches, and the noose arrested her fall. Because of the resin, it didn't snap shut, which meant Hazel's gurgling and choking were picked up loud and clear by the numerous microphones on stage, for the audience and tv viewers to hear.

Hazel fought very hard against the noose at first, her body swaying back and forth as she struggled. The noose had been positioned in such a way that it forced her head to the right and slightly down, and her tongue was protruding from her open mouth. Hazel thrashed and fought as hard as she could, continuing to flail wildly for nearly twenty minutes before beginning to slow down.

That non-slip resin really works Hazel thought, realizing that she had been hanging for some time and her vision was only now beginning to blur. At the twenty minute mark, Hazel's gagging and choking could no longer be heard, the noose was completely closed. Then, her kicking and flailing slowed even more. Why the hell haven't I cum yet? Hazel wondered. Usually, breath play didn't take very long to set her off, and she had been so aroused all day she had been worried she might have an orgasm the moment the stagehand put on her noose.

At twenty-two minutes, any icy cold began to grow inward from Hazel's limbs, and in seconds, she could not feel or move them. At this point, she hung almost completely limp aside from some involuntary spasms. The cold sensation then moved to her torso and started spreading upward. WHERE THE HELL IS MY ORGASM! Hazel thought, as her eyelids began to feel heavy. Then, her head slumped, and she could keep her eyes open no longer. What the hell, all this build up and no payoff? Am I really going to die without... Hazel thought. Then, all conscious thought stopped, as her entire body was suddenly racked by an orgasm more intense then she had previously thought possible. No more coherent thoughts entered Hazel's mind, she could focus on nothing but the pain of the noose, the icy feeling covering her body, and the intense pleasure emanating from her groin. Then, her body gave one last desperate wiggle, and Hazel was gone...

"Well folks, I think that's it for dear Hazel," Al said, looking at the urine now trickling down her legs, then turning back toward the audience, "Which is perfect because we are just about out of time. As usual these lovely ladies will all be left up for the state mandated three hours to ensure their passing, and any viewers watching at home or here in the studio who would like to compete in a game of hangman can signup on snufftv.com/hangman. I hope everyone enjoyed the show, don't forget to tune in again next week, good night everyone and as usual, I'm your host Al Carey, signing off"

"And we're off!" the director called from off camera for the final time. The stage lights dimmed, and the lights over the audience section came up, as stage hands began to usher the audience out.

"You two can head back stage and collect your check, and of course you'll get a complimentary DVD copy of today's show" Al said to Corey and Taylor.

"Thanks, that's great" Corey replied.

"We may re-watch some of the best scenes in bed tonight" Taylor put in with a wink. Taylor and Corey then began to walk off stage together, but Taylor stopped when they were in front of Kalyn, and looked up at her face.

"Something wrong babe?" Corey asked.

"I just...I hope she found peace," Taylor replied, "It wasn't right, what Andy did to her"

"Well, she certainly looks at peace" Corey said, looking at her face. Taylor nodded, and the couple continued backstage.

Al waited for a moment as the crowd left, then stood alone on the now darkened stage, looking at the five women, all now perfectly still, except Hazel, who still slowly rotated back and fourth under her momentum. Al approached her, then pulled her panties down just far enough to peak inside. As he had suspected, her labia was still swollen from her arousal. Then he stepped back, looking at all five women again. "God I love my job" he said to himself, before returning to his dressing room.