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 ******************************************************* Author: Rubi du
Soleil Levant
Title: Hangman
Part: 3 of ?
Summary: A serial killer on the loose, hanging and

   brutally raping his victims.  Keywords: MF, hanging, nc, rape, snuff
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   Hangman - Part III by Rubi du Soleil Levant

   "Look," said the hunter to his prey.  "What do you see?"

   She looked into the mirror at her reflection and that of the hooded man
who stood behind her, holding her face to force her to look into the
mirror. She was nude.  Her hands were bound behind her back and there was a
noose around her neck.  A ball gag was in her mouth, a steady stream of
spittle dripping from it onto her breasts.  Her body quivered in fear and
he grinned.

   "You see a living dead girl, don't you?" he asked.  She shook her head
frightfully as he stepped back.

   From the mirror, she took in the room around her - the tile floor and
walls, the urinals, the sinks and the toilet stalls.  The stink of typical
bathroom smells was strong, her senses heightened by sheer terror.  The man
yanked on the rope and she found herself hanging several feet above the
floor.  She flailed at the end of the rope, panic filling her mind as the
realization dawned on her that she was going to die.

   Her chest heaved and her body continued to thrash at the end of the
rope. She sputtered and moaned from behind the ball gag, her cries echoing
off the tile walls.  Every so often she caught a glimpse of herself in the
mirrored wall, her body jerking and spasming as it spun in a circle around
the room.  Her body began to weaken and her legs came up and down several
times in a swimming motion before finally hanging still, her feet twitching
as her body spun in an ever decreasing circle.  She could hear her pulse
thundering in her eardrums, slowing as her life slowly began to slip away.
Her bladder emptied and she heard it splatter to the floor below.

   Her body hung limp now, spinning quietly from the rope, still but for an
an occasional muscle spasm.  Reflected in the mirror, she saw the man
below, gazing up at her, and wondered who he was and why he did this.

   Redness clouded her vision and sparks of lightning flashed across her
line of sight.  She felt the small jerks of her muscles and wondered how
long it would take her to die.  She felt the man's hands on her body now,
caressing her, fondling her.  In the mirror, she watched him insert his
fingers into her, felt her body responding against her will, her vaginal
walls trying to pull his fingers in deeper, her juices flowing.  She heard
him moan, saw him bury his face in her cunt and start sucking.  Her mind
was strangely exhilarated by the sensations she was feeling and despite her
situation, a moan of pleasure fought its way past the ball gag.  Who knew
that being hanged could turn you on?  She wished she'd known that before
she died.  As it was, she had the best orgasm of her life just before
everything went black.

   Since it was a Friday night that she died, her body wasn't found until
Monday morning when one of the men in the building in which she was
murdered took a bathroom break.  Scrawled in a red lipstick taken from the
dead woman's purse was the message, "Mmmmmm...they're getting juicier"
signed again by the Hangman.

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reading my story.  Feel free to e-mail me at
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   Merci, Rubi *****************************************************