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Gail was downing her sixth rum and coke. She planned on downing a lot more before the night was over. The nightclub, as always on a Monday night, was dull and this Monday was no exception.

How she hated her life. At thirty-two years of age, living was such a drag. She used to be such a hot little babe, the young hard bodied studs just literally waited in line for a chance to bed her. Now all she could get were balding paunch-bellied old has-beens. She just longed for the good old days of her younger years with life in the fast lane; those days had been so exciting. Sex, drugs, and rock and roll are what she craved but her body had betrayed her with its fat ass, limited endurance, and sagging tits.

Yes, she had outlived her attractiveness and desires. She should have died ten years ago at the peak of life like a lot of her friends had. Should she just shuck off this mortal existence, she wondered? She ordered another drink from smiling Charlie, the owner of the establishment. By her tenth drink she had decided, yes, she would kill herself, but she wondered how? Gail wanted to make a statement and go out with a bang. She wanted her death to be different, magnificent, and exciting, but how could she pull that off?

On drink number twelve she called Charlie over. Charlie was such a good old guy and maybe he could help her. It was after last call and Charlie was just starting to sweep up. At her summons he put down his broom and sat beside Gail to see what she wanted. Gail drunkenly spilled her guts to him, telling him everything that was on her mind.

Charlie listened intently without interrupting, and after she had finished he just smiled. "I have the solution to your problem," he said with gleaming eyes.

Gail noticed his eager eyes and was curious, just what did he have in mind? Charlie just sat and smiled as he looked at her body with new interest. "OK Charlie, give," she demanded.

"Let me lock up first," he said. Charlie checked the club to make sure everyone was gone and then locked the door. Upon his return he smiled a wicked smile at her. "Just follow me," he said as he led her to his private apartment above the club. Charlie booted up his computer as Gail wondered how he was going to solve her problem. "Just check these women out," said Charlie as he pulled up a hidden file.

What Gail saw were babes noosed and struggling for their very lives while kicking at the end of a rope. At first she was shocked, "How morbid," she thought, but as Charlie clicked from picture to picture she started to realize just how sexy they appeared. "So you think I should hang myself then?" she asked.

Yes definitely. These babes get me hard just looking at them."

"But to just go home and hang myself doesn't sound very exciting."

"No that wouldn't be," he agreed, "But to do it next Saturday night in the club in front of an audience, invitation only, would be totally spectacular!"

Gail let the thought sink in. "Yes, that would be something."

"You would be a Goddess, your death would be spectacular, magnificent, and definitely cock throbbing,' he coaxed.

Gail was starting to be very interested; she just loved the idea of once again being the cause of cock throbs. "Do you really think the guys will like it?" she asked.

"They would love it." He explained to her the particulars of such a performance, and they discussed it in detail. Gail listened closely to everything Charlie had to say, with only a few interruptions and ideas of her own.

After they finished she said, "That does sound really exciting, but I noticed on the vids that some of the girls started spinning as they hanged, and I don't want to do that, Charlie."

"Why, Gail?"

"I don't want my fat ass toward the audience."

"Your ass isn't really that bad." he laughed, " But if that's all you're worried about, I can stand beside you and make sure you always face forward."

"That sounds much better," she agreed with a smile, "I was really worried about that. Let's discuss my act some more, I want it to be just perfect."

Later that night, before Gail left, Charlie had a request and need of his own. All this talk about hanging women had made him very hot! "Honey before you leave," he asked, "Do you think you could please give a needy frustrated old man a blowjob?"

Now it was Gail's turn to just smile, "Dirty old men," she laughed to herself as she went to her knees. "Sure," she thought "why not?"

The week just dragged for Gail. She dreaded going to work at her unexciting waitressing job, but it was better to keep busy and have her mind occupied. She didn't, not once, have thoughts of backing out; she was totally and whole-heartedly looking forward to her upcoming death.

Finally Saturday did come and it was a very exciting day. She stopped at the club and she and Charlie tied off the rope on the stage. As Charlie measured off where to tie the rope the noose tickled her neck and gave her goose bumps and butterflies in her belly.

Gail stood on the wooden chair on the stage, noosed, wondering what it would actually be like hanging here tonight in front of a crowd. Her pussy was drenched as she imagined her death.

After they had finished the preparations, she went to her hairstylist and had her hair and nails done. After that she went shopping and bought a complete new outfit to strip out of. She didn't care how much anything cost. What did it matter? After tonight she would have no more need of money. She picked her undies and heels, choosing the sexiest with care. She found a beautiful gown she just had to have, and she maxed out one credit card, but, so what the hell, she didn't care she had a purse full of plastic money. After shopping, she went to an expensive fine restaurant and ordered a delicious meal. Gail ran up another card to the limit as she paid the check, but "so what," she thought again, smiling as she left a generous tip.

Gail walked into the club early on Saturday evening. She was dressed to kill. Charlie was talking to a group of about a dozen bikers as she took a seat at the bar. As she ordered a drink from one of the bartenders, the bikers walked over to her and surrounded her.

The leader spoke up, "I understand that you're Gail," he said.

"Yes I'm Gail," she answered. She was somewhat pissed because Charlie had promised not to point her out till it was time for her to hang.

"Well Gail, we have something to ask you," he said and then hesitated. Gail waited. Finally the biker continued, "Honey, Charlie hired us to be bouncers tonight, but we don't want the money he offered, instead of the money we want...ahhh... your dead body dear."

"Why would you want my dead body?" Gail asked.

This was strange to the biker; he had never asked his dinner for permission before. "Well, Gail it's this why here, us guys are having a big bash next month and we usually roast a half of beef, but along with the beef this year we want to roast you too."

Gail just stared. Had she heard him right?

"What do you think of that idea?" he asked

Gail was stunned. She had never thought of herself as a roast before. At first she was repulsed, but then on second thought she figured Charlie would only dispose of her in some dump somewhere anyway. "OK guys I'm all ears," she said, "Tell me exactly what you have in mind for my body."

"Well OK," said the biker, "First we will have to gut you, then we will have to cut off your hands, feet and head, then we will skin you and store you in a freezer till next month. The biker stopped and waited for her reaction.

"Go on," she said.

"OK," said the biker, "Then next month we will thaw you out, spit you. and roast you slowly, turning over a low fire.

"How are you going to spit me," she asked?

"I don't understand," said the biker.

"Are you going to run the spit up my ass or through my pussy?"

"I never gave it any thought,"

"Well if I agree, I want it run through my pussy."

"OK," laughed the biker.

Gail wanted the big spit up her horny pussy while she roasted, up the ass was OK on occasions, but she wanted her final penetration to be in her hot snatch. Gail remembered the roasts she had attended back in the good old days. Everyone partied and had a good time till the meat was done. The smell of the cooking meat made everyone madly hungry as they waited hours for the roast to finish. She could picture her meat slowly browning as it turned over the low fire. Yes that would be just wonderful.

"OK guys, I will agree but I have a couple conditions."

"What are they," asked the biker?

"First I want you to save all my parts that aren't going to be eaten: my guts, my feet, my head, my picked clean bones, anything that's left over. Then I want you guys to bury me in a grave marked by a Blue Spruce tree. I don't really want a funeral, but before you guys start feasting on my meat I would like a few words said on my behalf, and then a moment of silence."

"What would you like said?"

"How about something like; we are now about to feast on the body of Gail, which she has given to us, she hopes you enjoy her meat and find it delicious. And then have a moment of silence for me, and then you can dig in."

The biker thought for a moment, and then agreed to personally take care of all her wishes just as she had asked.

"OK then, I'll tell Charlie you can have me, now be good boys, and go away, and let a girl do some serious drinking."

The guests started arriving. They were met at the door and checked for IDs, invitations, and cameras. Cameras were a big No No, as Charlie was having a video of the performance made and would sell videos and stills of the show later. There was a big sign on the door that said "No cameras inside. Anyone caught with a camera beyond these doors will be severely beaten whether they are male or female!"

Gail noticed that the club was just electric tonight. Everyone was so excited, the place was just buzzing. The girl who would hang was on everyone's mind and in his or her conversations. Gail snorted a couple of long lines of some really good coke that she had been saving for a special occasion. Between the coke, booze, and upcoming hanging Gail was just flying high with excitement. She could hardly wait to swing; she just wanted that beautiful noose to choke the living snot right out of her and leave her suspended by her pretty stretched neck for everyone to see!

The night dragged on and on for Gail, she swore at the damned stubborn clock; her patience was just running out. Yet still she enjoyed every minute of the excitement of what was left of her life, but she was so eager to swing, and her heart just kept beating harder and harder with every passing minute.

A very good looking young man walked up to Gail and introduced himself as Rik. He explained that he was Charlie's nephew, just visiting from southern Europe, and was supposed to take very good care of Gail if she was interested. Rik showed her the key to the upstairs.

Gail smiled through her mind haze and said, "Let's go, honey."

Once they were upstairs Gail hurriedly dropped to her knees and ripped down Rik's trousers and shorts. Rik's cock sprang to attention and Gail furiously sucked him hard and fast!

In no time Rik shot a tremendous load into her talented mouth. Gail greedily swallowed every drop. She just loved sucking young cock.

"Now that we have the first one out of the way let's get undressed and do some serious fucking," suggested Gail.

Rik hurriedly tore off his clothes as he watched the snuff girl get undressed. His cock was already recovering and starting to get rigid again and he couldn't wait to lay his pipe in her hot shaft. The two fucked and sucked and licked till shortly before two in the morning. Rik had lovingly sucked on her lovely big nipples and licked her sweet tasting snatch as much as Gail wanted, as well as throwing the pipe to her numerous times.

Rik couldn't understand why this beautiful mature women only in her thirties wanted to die; hell she was fantastic with her full firm figure and big nippled melon tits; But then again he was really looking forward to watching her swing, so he didn't even try to talk her out of it. Anyway, if she did change her mind at this late hour, Uncle Charlie would probably have the bikers just lynch her.

"Oh my," said Gail, "Look at the time. I have to get myself ready. Tell Charlie I'll be right down."

"Sure Gail, I'll tell him," answered Rik as he left.

Gail arrived at the bar one minute till two. The music had stopped and the people were milling around in anxious anticipation. Charlie the hangman was already on the stage dressed in his black robe and hood with the spotlight shining on him.

Rik took the stage and announced the beginning of the show. "Now folks, let's have a big hand for our noose nookie, come on up Gail."

Gail's heart was ready to burst out of her chest she hadn't been this excited since she had her first gangbang back at the age of thirteen. That varsity football team, she remembered, were really a great bunch of guys. They had fucked her completely silly. Hell she couldn't touch her pussy for a week after they were done with her.

Gail snapped back to reality and felt herself moving toward the stage. When the crowd realized she was on her way, they cheered louder, whistled and hooted. Arriving and climbing up to the stage with wobbly legs, Gail looked over the crowd. She hadn't realized there were so many women here; they also were applauding her with vigor. Gail's pussy was just flooded, her heart was pounding frantically, she was so excited; and at the door of death she felt really alive for the first time in a long while.

The music blasted from the jukebox. Gail started moving to the beat and removing her clothes slowly. She had selected "Watch Her Strut" by Bob Seger to strip to, and Gail sexily strutted to the best of her ability back and forth across the stage. The crowd cheered as she bared her tits; she was so happy they liked the big saggy things and she smiled as she continued her strip. Her timing was just right and she was naked as the music stopped.

The crowd was cheering hysterically as she gingerly mounted the wooden chair. Her heart was pounding so hard, her belly was just full of butterflies, and every nerve in her body was tingling. She looked through the noose at the cheering crowd, as she settled the noose around her pretty neck. Charlie was so right: this was just wonderful; the people loved her. She was a star, a Goddess of the noose, a snuff girl, and she would die magnificently, very shortly.

Gail tightened the noose around her neck - but not too tight - as Charlie had instructed, and placed the coiled knot at her left ear. Charlie had said that she would last longer this way, and she wanted to give the crowd a good long show. This was it, she felt Charlie tie her hands behind her back. How she hoped the noose would make her dance for the crowd like the girls she saw in the pictures.

Gail trembled as she waited; she felt like she was going to piss herself from the excitement. She looked over the crowd; they were cheering madly. She hardly heard Charlie ask if she was ready.

When she realized what Charlie had asked, she said, "Do it Charlie. Hurry, please!"

Charlie gave the signal and "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction" by the Stones started blasting from the jukebox. This was the song she had picked to air dance to. "Do me good you fucking noose," Gail prayed. She was trembling all over, and Charlie pulled the chair from under her feet.

Gail screamed with excitement as the noose applied its vise-like grip to her lovely throat. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" She screamed to herself as the beautiful noose just strangled the life right out of her, as she felt her throat being crushed. It hurt so badly! But she loved its deadly caress.

Then she realized that she was indeed dancing for the crowd. The pain and panic was just making her dance frantically. "Oh yes! Kill me! Kill me!" She thought as she bit down hard from the pain - right into her tongue, which was lolling out of her mouth, pushed slightly forward by the pressure of the noose. Blood trickled down the side of her mouth, mixed with drool, as she hanged for the enjoyment of her audience. This added pain made her dance even more frantically. She couldn't help but hear the crowd cheer her on. Gail just loved the crowd, and the crowd loved her.

Her lungs were burning so bad; they had never in her life felt like this before. "So this is what its like to die," she thought. The pain was so wonderful! The panic was making her delirious! She was so frantic her body doing just what it had to do! Then she felt herself start to piss. "Yes! Yes! Piss for the people," she thought!

Down in the crowd the people could see Gail pissing, and they loved it. Gail's body also shone from sweat as the dazzling light lit up her every motion. She was so beautiful! She had never been as beautiful in her entire life as this very moment. They watched as she kicked both legs frantically into the air. They witnessed the agonizing pain in her lovely face. They howled at the sight of her big bouncing tits. They hooted as she started bucking with her hips. Then they watched as the noose gradually turned Gail's beautiful head.

The noose was winning the battle, as everyone knew it would. But the question on everyone's mind was, how long could Gail hold back the inevitable. Gail could feel the giddy high feeling start to swell and expand in her mind. Her muscles ached and her lungs cried out in agony for air; but she didn't care; she loved it. She had never known that she had loved pain so much. She wondered why she had never realized the fact before now. A loud buzz was starting inside her head; it was drowning out the music and the cheering crowd.

"What's this," thought Gail? Gail could feel herself still moving, but it felt like she was swimming in molasses. The crowd started to quiet down; they were watching with interest. They knew that Gail would shortly die; her last futile movements held them spellbound. Gail started quivering violently as she neared death. The crowd grew very quiet, and watched. They wanted to witness the moment of her death.

Gail was totally exhausted; the lovely noose had done its job. How she loved her tormenter the iron noose. It had definitely choked the living snot out of her. Gail's vision started turning black. She was very very high, and completely contented with her death. She was so happy with the success of her intended death; she whole-heartedly believed that she had done a magnificent job, and turned everyone on -- as she indeed had. "Death is just wonderful," she thought, and then she was gone.

Down in the audience, they witnessed Gail turning very dark faced and then blue. They started asking one another. "Do you think she's dead?"

Gail quivered, oh, so slightly, as her nervous system shut down.

"Maybe she's still alive," some one said as they saw the slight movements.

In a few minutes Charlie walked over and took her pulse. He made the final announcement. "She's very dead, everyone," he said into the mike.

The crowd didn't really know what to do now. Should they cheer her death, or should they mourn? Then Charlie broke the spell, "Gail wanted everyone to really enjoy her death and never forget her, and so can we all give her a final round of applause as thanks for her exquisite performance."

The crowd roared for Gail! A women helplessly caught up in her lust just couldn't stand the strain any longer, and swooned to her knees with very little coaxing by her man, and started sucking right then and there. This started a blowjob frenzy. All the other women watching were also caught up in lust, and followed her example and just dropped to their knees in search of a cock, any cock! The women were sucking every cock in sight, and the men lined up waiting for their turn. Gail had truly fired up everyone to a sexual frenzy! But Gail after all did realize that before she died! She would have been proud of the orgy she caused.

Charlie was mopping up, there was damned fucking cum everywhere. Most everyone had left already. The bikers, being hornier than most, stayed the longest fucking a young redhead's mouth savagely, she was the only still breathing woman here.

Finally satisfied, they made their way to Gail and lowered her down and removed the noose from her pretty neck. They carried her out the door and into their van which was going to transport the dead noose nookie to their butcher shop. An exhausted young redheaded woman walked up to Charlie, flexing her stiff jaw.

"Hi. My name is Nikita," she said and took his hand.

Charlie recognized her; she was the young lady that had given him a very talented blowjob not more than thirty minutes ago. Nikita still had cum all over her, some of it his. Charlie smiled at her as she continued talking.

"I understand that you are Charlie and you own this place."

"That's right," answered Charlie.

"I just wanted to tell you, that show tonight was the most exciting thing I have ever seen," the young redhead admitted. In her mind she wondered, should she really ask him? Did she really truly honestly want to really do it? As of yet she really didn't know.

Charlie broke her chain of thought. "Yes, Gail put on the performance of her life tonight."

"I still have goose bumps on me from her performance."

Charlie just laughed.

Then she decided to go ahead! "I was wondering. Are you going to have an encore performance?"

"I hardly think so. Where the hell are we going to find another Gail?"

Nikita dithered a few seconds, then suddenly decided, yes, she wanted to. She would go bravely all the way - giving in to her masochistic desires. She spoke quickly in a hushed, almost breathless, voice, "I'd very much like to perform the encore, if you would let me."

She so wanted to be the next noose nookie. But she was afraid of this new passion. Nikita would leave it up to this kind man. If he agreed, she would follow her maddening passion. If he said no, perhaps she could somehow control this bizarre desire. The very thought of hanging to death drove her mad with lust and desire! Would this man let her do her passionate dance of death in his club, she wondered? Or would she be saved from her fate and an early erotic demise. Oh how she hoped he would agree!

But there was a part of her that still said, "No! RUN!"

Charlie looked at her and smiled with the same gleam in his eyes that Gail had seen. "How's next Saturday night sound to you."

The decision had been made: she would surrender to this perverse death lust. Her mind accepted the inevitable. Her pussy exploded with the biggest orgasm of her life!

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she thought. "That would be just perfect," she answered. She shuddered with orgasmic bliss and just shook all over! She had now ventured into the land of erotic death and pain. Nikita was just ecstatic; she was really going to be the noose nookie in just a short week, but she hoped to change the act just a bit.

She had never been gangbanged, and she wanted the guys to almost fuck her to death early in the evening, leaving her a few hours to recuperate.Then she would hang for everyone's pleasure and her own. Thinking of fucking, she remembered her burning hot wet itchy pussy.

"There is one more thing Charlie; you seem to be such a nice older guy, I just wonder" and then the shy young woman hesitated.

"What is it dear?" asked Charlie

"Its just that I'm so oh... Charlie this is so damned embarrassing!"

"What can I do for you?"

"Oh Charlie. I need to be fucked so bad! Do you think you could do me?" she blurted out.

"Sure honey, all night long dear, all night long," Charlie answered with his constant smile.

THE END