Benny’s Story: Inspiration for a Friend Part 3 (Hanging)

Benny’s Story: Inspiration for a Friend Part 3

See here if you want to read Part 1 and Part 2

The full story of Parts 1, 2, and 3 take place over a total of 18,000 words. So if you have some time and need a fun good story. Give this one a try!

I look at my phone as I walked up to the hair salon, making sure I show up on time for my appointment. As I enter I look at a mirror on the wall, and admire the length that my hair has gotten to. The length now being just past my shoulders, much longer than I have ever done before, as I typically would just use wigs for my cosplays. It’s been a couple of months since I scheduled the date of my hanging, and now the day is quickly coming up. I figured that I wanted my final cosplay to be me, and not some wig. I walk up to the front counter of the salon.

“Hello there, 10 am appointment for Benny for a hair dyeing?” The secretary woman types on her computer for a few seconds, then says,

“Yes! Come on around and we’ll get you started on the process.” So I follow her and I get set up in the chair. A hairstylist named Stacy quickly comes out, puts on some gloves, and gets to work. As she preps my hair, she’s being friendly and asking questions. 

“So! What inspired the decision for the color change?” she asked me.

“Well I actually do cosplay, and this is one I’m really getting into, and I’m putting a lot of effort into this one!”

“Oh that’s so cool! Is there an event that you are going to be going to?” she continues. I blush a little bit, but I don’t think she noticed. I decided to lie because I for sure wasn’t going to explain that I was actually going to be a dead body within a week.

“Um, I guess I’m actually going to a convention with some friends.” I feel my voice waver just the slightest amount. 

“Well that sounds super fun! I hope you have a great time!” she smiles, continuing to be chipper and happy the whole time. Once the process is done, Stacy gives me a few pieces of advice to help with the aftercare of the dyeing process, telling me to use soft and color-safe shampoo. I tell her I’d be careful, and head out. “Come again if you want the hair color to stay as a permanent change!” I hear her call as I step through the door. I wave and give a half smile back, and quickly rush off. Once I get home, I admire the change. I put on a skirt and admire myself in the mirror. I smile as I loved the way I looked. My hair was now a deep ocean blue towards the base of my hair, but as it went down, it shifted to a bright sky blue. Then, I decided to bring out my outfit that I was going to wear for my hanging. I remember when I went shopping with Ruby after I told her that I made the appointment. She was adamant on helping me prepare for the day. When we went out, there was a very specific outfit that caught my eye. I had pointed it out to Ruby, and actually had me not buy it, instead insisting that she help me put together the outfit herself. When she was done finding the best options for it, she presented it. A simple playboy bunny outfit, black with a bright shine, paired with long white socks and black bows. Then at the top are the bunny ears on a tight headband. I braid my hair, put on the outfit, then get in front of my full standing mirror I use for photos of my cosplays. I snapped a couple of photos of myself. I realize just how cute I look, and imagine how I’ll look as I strangle with a noose around my neck. My dick already starts to harden at the thought. I then send the photos to Ruby to gauge her reaction. Not even a couple minutes later she replies. “Oh my goodness darling is that how you are going to hang?! You will be truly special! I have to come and watch you!” I finish reading her text, and a flush completely covers my face. “Oh wow, thank you! I think that I’d love that.” I respond, and quickly see another message from her. “Also! I decided to sign up one of my servants for a dance in the same session as you! So I’ll be there to enjoy two dances.” I need to set the phone down from my stomach doing somersaults. Ruby for the past couple of months was helping me out. I had since done various hanging sessions with her, extending how long I’m able to dangle before passing out, and frankly with how much I’ve spent time with her, she knows just how to press my buttons. At this point, the clock is really counting down, and come this weekend, I’ll be dancing. I recently talked with the people in my life, although I didn’t quite explain what was happening, only saying that I was going away for a bit. I didn’t have the ability to explain the reason behind my weird obsession and need to see this through, but I didn’t care. Eventually all of my preparations were done, and the day of my death was tomorrow. Strangely enough, I actually slept the best I did in a while. When I woke up, I felt strange. Everything felt brighter for some reason. I practically skip out of bed to get my preparations. I put on my cosplay once again. My hair is braided, the ears are on, and the black, sleek bunny suit perfectly forming over my torso. I put my makeup and other items in a bag to take with me, text Ruby that I am headed over to the building, then I start driving over to the facility. I know I definitely turned some heads on the way over, but I didn’t have a single care. Now, I felt my heart beat in my chest from anticipation, there was going to be some level of nervousness, but my excitement was far too big for me to turn back now. I arrive at the all-too-familiar facility, and start heading inside. I see two men in nice suits. One of them asks me, 

“Greetings, are you here as an observer or a dancer?” 

“Oh, today I’m a dancer!” I say excitedly. 

“Understood, then you may pass, if you would like, in the waiting area, there is a door that leads to a hallway with various changing rooms if you need to add anything more to your outfit.” The security guard gives me a smile. I was a little surprised. Last time I was here they seemed so standoff-ish, but now they were almost friendly. I wonder if they are supposed to act nicer to the dancers. I give a smile to him and start heading inside. I see various photographs and pieces of artwork lining the hallways. Many of them were your typical pin-up model imagery, but as I continued, there was an increase in the use of rope and bondage. Memories flood back to me as I think back to when I first came here for Zoe. She’s long gone, but she was my inspiration. I make my way to the final image of the woman in the blue dress, struggling against the noose. Back then I felt uneasy, but now I feel a swell of confidence. I go through the door and then enter the observation area. I see the raised platform, the drop down to the series of drains, and the conveyor track. Looking around I see two women talking in an opposite corner of the room. I see one in what appears to be a short wedding dress, but it was basically see-through, acting more like lingerie. While the other woman was in regular clothes. I see the door that leads to the changing rooms, and enter. I find my way to a room, set my bag down, then begin to put on my makeup. As I’m doing so, I hear the sound of the door opening. I look and see the woman in the regular clothes walk in. Before I can say anything, I watch as she starts to undress, her shirt and pants quickly coming off. A beautiful brunette with fair skin, and striking green eyes. A little “Oop” escapes my mouth before I realize I was staring. I turn back to the mirror I was doing my makeup at, but I can’t help but keep sneaking glances at her reflection. 

“Don’t worry, you’re fine for staring. There’s gonna be eyes on us soon, we might as well get used to it.” she says with a smile. I give a little laugh.

“I guess that’s true.” And I turn around to shake her hand. “The name’s Benny, I take it you’re a dancer?” 

“Yup, and the name’s Izzy. I have to say, that outfit is so cute, I’m sure you are gonna look great hanging! Although I’m not sure if I’ll get to see you all that much!”

“How could you tell I was going in the noose today?” I ask her.

“Oh, just a vibe you gave off, and you didn’t have a bracelet letting the staff know you're an observer.” she reminded me. 

“Right! Oh wow I can’t believe I forgot about that!” I exclaimed, “So Izzy, what led you to this place?” I ask her.

“I had always adored the art of the noose dance. I did film for the majority of my life, and I advertised myself on darker websites. Some people hired me to film their hanging, both lethal, and nonlethal, either way they paid well, and I had a fun life for a bit. However, one doesn’t do this work unless the noose eventually calls to them as well, so I’m going to go out with a bang today!” As she explained her story, I watched as she got her outfit ready, which I see is a latex body suit. She also brings out what appeared to be a small bean, which she inserted into her cunt before sliding on her black latex suit, probably a vibrator of some kind. Once we were finished, we walked out together back to the observation room. There were more people now, but I focused in on two people in particular. Ruby, and who I assumed was her servant. Ruby was in a bright, glittery red dress. Her servant was Gloria, whom I actually recognized from my visits to Ruby’s house. She was a dark skin-toned woman with curly black hair. She was wearing a really short white skirt that barely covered her exposed private areas, along with a white tube top that had small angel wings attached at the back. Then right above Gloria’s head I saw a yellow halo held by a wire, although I only saw that because I knew where to look. I walk up to them and and Ruby a hug, 

“Hello there darling! It’s great to see you!” Ruby says. “You look absolutely stunning, I knew that you would look perfect for your final dance.”

“Thank you Ruby, and I have to say, I was surprised that Gloria is here today.”

“Oh, she’s been the model servant for a while now, but since she’s been such a good little angel, I realize that this devil to remind everyone, even the perfect angel will be eventually hanged by their mistress. So photos of Gloria’s dance will be a good lesson for everyone in the house.”

“I’m glad to hear that, and I must say it feels nice to have someone familiar up there with me.” I say to Gloria. She looks at Ruby, who gives her permission to speak.

“Oh yes Benny! I have been fantasizing about this for years, and being here finally makes me giddy with excitement!” Gloria says. She was practically bouncing up and down. Ruby wouldn’t admit it, but I bet Gloria was asking for weeks to be hanged, and Ruby allowed her to go the same day I did. I give her a hug. 

“Okay! I'm gonna go and talk with some of the others, see ya in a bit!” I say before I walk away, waving at them. Fascinated by the first person I noticed when I first arrived, I walked up to the woman in the wedding lingerie, she was talking with Izzy like she was earlier. Izzy notices me and waves. 

“Hey Benny, want to join in?” she asks. I nod and smile. “Okay! Alexis, this is Benny, he is also a dancer today. Benny, this is Alexis, who I think is the craziest dancer here.” I raise my eyebrow at that, turning to look at Alexis, who is blushing. 

“Can you not introduce me like that?” she playfully smacks Izzy. “But I guess she is right depending on who you ask.” 

“May I ask why?” My curiosity is currently peaked. She looks from side to side for a second, before leaning in closely to tell me her story. 

“Well, a while ago, my husband and I were happily together. However, he was always looking for more exciting sexual experiences. He then discovered the noose, and fell in love with it. I hung him many times, and he always craved more. Then, he came to me one day with a wild look in his eyes. He wanted to go all the way, and he had already signed up with this place. I was surprised, and actually really angry, that this obsession overtook his willingness to talk with me. But he was adamant on doing it. I came and I witnessed him hang to death in that room. Now I thought that I would be sad watching him go, but I could tell he was in ecstasy. So I came away from the experience morbidly fascinated. I would even look at the photos of his hanging, and imagine myself there with him. And soon enough I found myself with my own obsession with the noose. I would choke myself, get new partners to choke me and tie me up. The pull became so strong that I signed up here, the same place my husband hanged.” When Alexis finished, I stood there confused, until Izzy nudged her.

“Finish the fucking story. Tell her what you told me.” Izzy said, giving her a knowing look. 

“Okay!” Alexis sighed, then leaned in and whispered so that only Izzy and I could hear. “I’ve actually never fully hung from a noose before.” Upon hearing that, my eyebrows shot up high with surprise. I whisper back to her,

“What?! You’ve never swung? What are you thinking?” I look over at Izzy, who is holding in laughter. 

“Yeah, she’s a damn noose virgin, and she’s gonna go all the way.” she says. I’m shocked as I process this info. 

“What happens when you realize you don’t want to do this?” I ask her.

“How do you know I’m gonna regret it? Besides, it's part of the rush. The fact I can’t turn back, even if I’ll try my best to stay on the platform, that conveyor belt is going to make sure I am a piece of meat by the end of the day. So don’t pay me any mind if I start to object before I start swinging, I’ll get into a rhythm and enjoy the experience before I die, don’t worry.” Alexis gives me a reassuring look. 

“So, if I may ask, what is with the outfit?” I ask her.

“Well, I like to view it as I’ll be able to finally reunite with my dear husband, and I want to look perfect as we meet for the first time in the afterlife, the whole ‘till death do us part’ you know? And then we shall no longer be parted!” She gives a small twirl of her dress. We chat for a bit more, but I migrate over to a trio who I hadn’t seen before. I looked at the center person’s wrist to see no band indicating they were the final dancer I had yet to meet. They were a small catboy, in what appeared to be a saggy sweatshirt made entirely of yarn, and thigh high socks that also looked like they were made of yarn. I see he’s wearing a pain black bikini bottom to hide his fairly obvious bulge, and behind is a curving cat tail, which most definitely was attached to a butt plug. I also see he is wearing a collar with a small bell. Next to him are two tall women in casual clothes, one of which is seeming to give him head scratches. I decided to start talking to the women first. 

“Hello there! I’m Benny! What brings you guys here?” I ask them. The woman on the left, scratching the catboy’s ear, answers,

“Oh, I’m Lisa, me and my wife Josephine here are going to be hanging our kitty! He’s been good, but we’ve had him for a bit, so we decided we want to get a new pet, and we decided to have only one pet at a time. So this one is going to be hanging today!” Then the one on the right, Josephine spoke up, 

“Yeah! Kip here is excited to hang for his owners, we make sure our pets get a good end. You want to hang for us, right Kip?” she asks. And Kip gives a bunch of enthusiastic nods. 

“Fascinating!” I exclaim as I turn to Kip, “And what led you to this?” I ask him. Although in response he just shakes his head no, so Lisa speaks up, 

“Oh he doesn’t speak, it's part of his contract as our pet. He gave up his right to converse as a human when he gave up his past life.” As I listen, I recognize the similarities these two women had with Ruby, but they were still very different. Lisa continues speaking, “Kip here will actually be hanging from his collar. We requested to get a clip rather than a noose so that he stays ours until the end.” I wonder what led Kip to his current state, but I guess I’m not going to get an answer from him. As the time winds down, I decide to go back to Ruby and Gloria. When I meet up with them, Ruby is the first to speak.

“Are you ready Benny? Because it’s almost time!” 

“I know, I can’t wait!” I respond. It’s now that the butterflies in my stomach start to make an appearance. Like how you feel right before you get on a rollercoaster. Then, a female voice rings out. I turn my head to look and see a woman in a full business suit. She was actually the same woman from the day I saw Zoe hang.

"Hello all dancers! If you could all come with me, we are making it to the main event of the night. I hope you all are ready!”

“Well, I hope your dance is everything you dreamed of. Good luck Benny!” Ruby gives me the biggest hug. She then turns and gives Gloria a passionate kiss. I look around and see the other dancers prepping themselves. I notice Izzy start scrolling on her phone. She taps a couple of times, then I hear a small buzzing sound. Izzy lets out a small moan before composing herself. She then gives her phone to one of the men who worked for the facility who was in the room, stating, “You can have this! I won't be needing it anymore! Just don’t touch it until after I’m dead!” and then starts to laugh while strutting towards the door. I follow the woman’s instructions and enter through the door she held open. When I enter, the hallway is similar to the one I see when I first arrived, but every photo is a woman hanging from a noose. I even notice photos of Zoe and Jake from the time I first came here. The dancers all walk the hallway until we enter through one final doorway. The new room was simple. It had the same wall colors of the hallway. Above we could all see the conveyor track. There were 4 nooses, evenly spaced out, with a chain with a clip at the end at the front, probably for Kip. The conveyor leads outside to the room that we could all see from the observation space. The woman who led us here presents herself in front of us.

“Hello everyone, my name is Yazmin, and I will be noosing you guys today. If you have any questions you can tell me, but we are going to get started!” She presents a camera. “If you could all get together, I want to get a group photo of everyone!” We listen to her, and group up in front of the camera. Everyone and I give a big smile. A couple of clicks and snaps could be heard, until she puts the camera down on a nearby stool. She then walks up to the clip, and calls out, “Kip!” The catboy dutifully walks up and presents the back of his collar, which is then clipped to the chain with a loud *click* and he presents his hands to be cuffed. “Okay!” she calls out again, “Who here would like to go next?” I look over to see Gloria raise her hand. She walks over, gets cuffed, and the noose is fixated around her neck. “Who is number three in our lineup?” I then see Alexis walk over. 

“So, um. Has anyone ever turned back before? Like at this point? Just walked away.” Alexis asks. Yazmin gives her a smile, 

“Yes! You are free to leave at any point before you have the noose around your neck and cuffs around your wrists. We have had people turn back in the past, and we’ve removed the necessary noose. Would you like to leave Ms. Alexis?” The question hangs in the air for a second. But then Alexis strides forward and puts the third noose around her neck. 

“Please cuff me.” she asks, and Yazmin wastes no time following her request. Alexis almost seemed calmer after that. Before Yazmin could ask again, I said, “I’d like to go next if that’s possible.” I turn to Izzy, “Is that okay?” 

“Oh yeah! I was hoping to go last actually. I want this vibrator inside my clit to work for me as long as it can, and maybe get some orgasms while you guys hang before me.” So, upon hearing that, I get situated. The noose is placed around my neck, and the cuffs are clicked around my wrists, and with that there is no turning back. Izzy is last, practically skipping despite the vibrator. One she is in place, Yazmin takes out a cloth of some kind.

“Ms. Izzy here we have the blindfold you requested to have once you were noosed up.”

“Yes! Thank you so much.” she says as the blindfold is put around her eyes. 

“Why do you want a blindfold?” I ask Izzy, “Didn’t you want to see us hang?”

“Well, I like to think of it as a payoff, I am now much more aware of my hearing and touch, and hearing you all die before I do will still be incredible. It make my own demise all the more hot in my opinion!” As I was talking with Izzy, Yazmin also goes up to Gloria and fastens ankle cuffs. 

“And for you Ms. Gloria, your mistress told us you will be having these as you dance as well.” When she was finished, Gloria gave an appreciative smile. Yazmin walks back to the camera, and says, “Okay! Everyone lets smile for the camera one last time! Although there will be plenty of others taking a great many photos while you dance.” Once more, we smile, and hear a series of clicks, then she puts the camera back down on the stool. With that, we are all set up to start dancing to our hearts content. Or rather, dancing until our hearts stop. Yazmin talks into a walkie talkie, then walks over to a large panel on the wall. We wait a few seconds until we hear a click, and a staticy, 

“All set to proceed.” could be heard through the walkie talkie. Yazmin flips up a glass cover, then presses the button. The conveyor track slowly starts to move. 

“Have fun everyone, I hope you all get a good cum out of this! We haven’t had any complaints yet!” She gives one final big smile before going to the corner of the room to quietly observe. One by one, we shuffle out. I see Kip’s bulge at his groin is straining against the bikini wear.Once we are on the final platform, I look to my right, and see the observation room. I see Ruby with a sadistic smile filled with lust. She looks right at Gloria, who shuffles very slowly due to the ankle cuffs. I can hear her slight wimpers and can see as she is rubbing her legs together from arousal. As she shuffled forward, her outfit fluttered up just long enough for me to see her pussy soaked. Then I take notice of Alexis, her chest falls and rises deeply. She is visibly shaken at the true reality we all were experiencing, but was keeping calm. Behind me I look to see Izzy who is moaning a decent volume. She is all smiles, and is rubbing her legs together like Gloria. I watch as she stops and trembles for a moment in pleasure before the noose tugs against her neck, pulling her along. I look over to the room to see the two women who came to hang Kip. Upon thinking about him, I remember that he is up first. It takes a moment but Kip soon makes his way up to the edge. His cute hips proceed to move side to side, making his tail wag. He must be really excited to hang for his masters, a perfect kitty boy ready to die. I try to see his face, but he looks ahead at the deep drop. I watch as the anchor of the chain makes its way over the drop, and Kip takes a step, following it like a good boy. He drops only a couple of inches, and there is a ‘clink’ as the chain is pulled tight. Kip’s collar digs into his neck, restricting his breathing. Choked rasps escape from his throat as he is gently pulled along to the other side. I look over to the observation room, and see Josephine and Lisa kissing. Their hands traveled up and down each other’s bodies, obviously aroused at their pet dying. I look back at Kip. There is now a pained look on his face, and he is kicking out wildly. I watch as his struggles make his clothing start to get loose. The patch of bikini wear that was covering his groin is completely thrown off, falling down and catching on his foot. It reveals an erection that was far larger than my own. Kip lifts up his legs to his chest, and throws them out toward the observation room, causing the bikini to fall down toward the bottom. Before I could continue to watch Kip, I see that Gloria is brought to the edge. I watch as she plants herself, then slowly leans into the pull, turning her fall into more of a sway, making the noose tighten very slowly around her neck. She swings wide, like the pendulum of a clock. Her legs try to reach out, but the ankle cuffs prevent that. She’s left to tremble vigorously as her tongue protrudes outside her mouth, her struggles allowing the jingle of the metal chains of the cuffs to echo throughout the room. Then, Gloria does the only other thing she can try, she lifts up her knees to her chest, and then juts her legs out towards the direction to the observation room. Easing the noose’s pull for a second, only to pull right back down, making the noose a little bit tighter. She does this over and over, and I can see she still has a lot of energy left. I look to see Ruby clapping and blowing kisses to Gloria, and can also notice one of her hands had snuck underneath her red dress. 

“Oh god, what did I do?” My attention is then drawn to Alexis right in front of me. She’s still taking deep breaths, but her eyes are transfixed on Kip and Gloria as they dance in the noose. 

“Are you doing okay there, Alexis?” I ask. 

“This is crazy.”

“Yes it is, all of us who are here today are crazy.”

“But I don’t want to die.” Alexis says as he is pulled closer to the edge. She looks back at me.

“Well, you should have left when you had the chance. If you really wanted to live, you wouldn’t have even walked through these doors this morning.” I say while maintaining eye contact with her. “Just take deep breaths, and know that it will all be over soon. And don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll have a good cum in the noose.”

“But…but…” I watch the anchor to Alexis’s rope as it is going over the edge. It pulls her to her fate. I coldly stare at her, deciding on a new tone of voice.

“No ‘buts’ Alexis. Turn around and look at it head on.” She listens to me. I watch as the rope loses its slack. 

“Oh wow, oh my god, I’m gonna hang. I’m gonna die.”

“Yes you are Alexis, have fun reuniting with your husband, and give us a good show.” I say as there is no more slack on her rope, and she is properly pulled over the edge. I catch a glimpse beneath her dress, and see her groin to be completely soaking through her panties, and a smile grows on my face. I hear one final,

“Oh, shit, fu…grrk!” As she calls out only to be cut off by the fibers of the rope cutting into her neck. She immediately starts to struggle out in a large flurry of kicks. Her dance is one of pure desperation. Her face is filled with a look of shock from the drop, and pain from the biting of the noose. Her teeth are grit, and her face is already turning red. She does a similar hopping like Gloria did, but she doesn’t have quite the strength or experience, and it only makes the noose tighten quicker, making her attempts to breath become quiet quickly. 

“Oh wow she was just a darling until the end, huh?” I hear Izzy remark behind me. I look and see her still grinding her thighs together, getting off at the sounds of the struggles. I decided to look forward to see how Kip and Gloria were doing. Kip is practically halfway through the room, but he is slowing down a lot. I also then see his cock twitching and swelling. He’s almost there. I mentally cheer him on. Gloria’s dance was also changing, her ability to lift her legs up had gone to pass. Her lips were pierced tightly, almost as if she was concentrating. She was close as well. Then it seemed like time slowed down. Kip lifted up his legs, squeezed his thighs around his dick, and gave one final deliberate kick with both his legs. Gloria then started to aggressively hump the air, and Kip’s cock exploded with a stark white stream of cum. I watched in awe as they orgasmed basically at the same time. It was a perfect site to behold, they were both noose slaves, who were getting to cum for their masters one final time before they left this world behind. I watched as Kip’s semen fell to the floor below, and Gloria’s juices dripped down her leg. Kip is probably done, and is now settling into his fate. Gloria still was humping the air, riding the pleasure as it kept her conscious. But I couldn’t watch Gloria go to the end, as my turn was finally up. The rope was now losing slack. My toes just barely hung off the edge. I take a deep breath. It all feels so surreal. I was meant to be here. My arousal presses against my bunny suit. Images flash in my mind, like they did the day Zoe hung. But now it’s my turn. I’m going to hang. I’m a noose slut, and my noose calls for me. I take a moment, and lean, just like Gloria did. A gentle sway, and a sweet embrace. Then I take a step off the last piece of the ground I will feel. I’ve felt this sensation many times. The rope’s fibers around my neck, the catch, then the lack of air. My first instinct is to kick around wildly, I try to repress the urge, but there is still a natural struggle that makes its way through. My head is jerked at an odd angle, but my kicks make me spin around. First I see the observation room, I see Ruby’s bright red dress, but my vision is already getting blurred from the tears of pain, so I can't see any details that far. I turn to see Alexis, who has slowed down by a wide margin. Her mouth lulls open, and her eyes stare ahead with a glazed over look. I can see her humping the air, and twitches that I recognize go throughout her body. Internally I congratulate her on finding her orgasm. She really was a noose slut in the end, and met the end of one like a champ. Then I rotate all the way back to see Izzy, she is shuffling toward the edge. I bet by the time I see her again, she’ll be dangling alongside me. My inertia has since slowed down, and the burning in my chest is all that floods in my head. I can’t breathe. Oh fuck it hurts. But I can’t deny just how hard I am. It feels so fucking good. As my legs are letting loose, reaching in every direction, my cock rubs against the inside of my outfit. Oh god I can already feel it building. No, I need to fight the noose more. I focus back on the pain. My hands jut and pull against the cuffs to no avail. My body’s desire to live directly fights against my brain's desire for pleasure, it drives me insane. But I know what the outcome is. I’m going to turn into a lovely corpse. The image has been burning in my mind ever since that day. My vision has now blurred even more. I can’t see anything at the observation room, and then I look to see that there is no movement from Alexis. I feel like I hear something else, a yelp? A cry? I can’t quite tell due to the roaring that fills my ears. My senses are dulling, except for my sense of touch, which grows sharp. It feels like every struggle or pull rocks my world. I hump the air, like I was fucking a partner that wasn’t there, feeling my cock throbbing and pulsing against my outfit. Eventually I rotate back and see Izzy, she’s hanging with me now. I wonder if that is what I heard earlier? She is struggling and humping the air just like I am, we play against each other like the doomed duet we are. The last two left. We’re not going to be let down, we are going to die. Oh my god, the pain is almost too much. My vision is now almost lost, devolving into blurry shapes. I realize now that I can’t lift my legs that far anymore. My knees can't even go above my waist. Oh god I want to live. But above that core desire, far above it, I have a desire to cum in the noose like a whore. So as if like magic, I summon everything back into one final moment of clarity. Everything is dulled and static, my mind almost sees myself from a third person point of view. My body shudders and groans as it shuts down, there is no saving me. I’m almost a corpse. Oh god, oh fuck, oh fuck! I can’t take it any more. My cock erupts as thick ropes of cum explode inside my outfit. I ride this pleasure and feel the warmth for what feels like an eternity. My cum soaks through my outfit, dripping down to the drains below. I’m too focused on my orgasm that I barely even notice my consciousness slipping away. Everything feels fuzzy…

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Ruby's POV:

I watch from the observation room as Benny cums. I look in awe as his orgasm soaks through his bunny outfit. He gives a couple of more death throes, but he’s definitely gone, lost in the pleasure of the noose. I look to see that Izzy isn’t far behind. Most of her dance was her humping the air, I watched with what I admit was almost jealousy as Izzy had so many orgasms I lost count. In between she would kick about like the rest, but she made sure she had the absolute pleasure filled hanging that I had ever seen. By the time she got to where Benny was when he came, she was still, her stamina spent from her orgasms, but I could still see the flexing of her muscles in response to the stimulation to her clit. It was a beautiful dance from everyone. Benny and Gloria were just divine dancers, who shall live in my mind forever. Once everyone’s bodies were ushered by the conveyor track to the end room out of site. I slowly began gathering my things, then waited. I knew what came next. A man comes out of one of the doors carrying books for all of the visitors. I look through the booklet of photos. All of them together, then noosed up, then snaps of when they were all dangling. The woman who led the dancers out originally, Yazmin, comes in. 

“Hello there Mrs. Ruby, and Mrs. Josephine and Mrs. Lisa. Due to the fact that you all are the owners of some of the dancers, you now can come and retrieve the body of your slave.” She turns around and we follow her down a series of hallways, until we go through a door to a dimly lit room. I see above there is the part when the hanged bodies come through on the track. There is an elevated spot for employees to handle the bodies, then transfer them to the bottom floor to be laid out for any claims. As I walk by I see just how many people they hanged today. All of them with their eyes glazed over, their faces contorted in their last emotion. It looks like it's been a really busy day. Fear, love, or both. I see my darling Gloria. She lies on the table lifeless. Her expression could almost be seen as one of joy. Her outfit is ragged and ripped, her dance doing a number on the fabric. Then I see Benny. His face is relaxed from the searing pain he experienced as he came. I see his cum soaked crotch. I lean down to look closer. Just perfect. I feel a swell of pride as I look upon Benny’s body, he was such a good boy, a good noose slut until the end. I’ll never forget his dance. 

“Goodbye Benny.” I whisper, “I hope it was everything you wanted.” Then I request one of the employees to help me move Gloria’s body. I notice the women take Kip’s body themselves. I wonder what they’ll do with him, it's always fun to wonder what others do with their own slaves. I find my way back out of the facility, and as I exit, I take note of various women and men walking up. Some of them in fun and sexy outfits, ready to check in to their final experience on earth. Mentally, I wish them luck, although I know they won't need it.