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 ******************************************************* Author: Rubi du
Soleil Levant
Title: Hangman
Part: 4 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 IV by Rubi du Soleil Levant

   The Hangman stood before her, noose in hand, and she squirmed against
the straps that kept her bound to the chair, desperately trying to speak
around the rag he'd stuffed into her mouth and which was kept there by duct
tape.  He dropped the noose over her head and tightened it around her neck.
He released the bindings that held her in the chair and forced her to her
feet, kicking her legs apart so that she was off-balance.  He raised her
hands above her head and wrapped duct tape around her wrists, binding them
tightly to the rope above the noose, which was strung through a pulley and
down to a winch nearby.  He touched the winch controls and she was hoisted
to her feet, now standing on tiptoes.  He took a long leather belt and
wrapped it around her ribcage, just under her breasts, looping the free end
through a loop.  He struck her then, punched her hard in the diaphragm with
his right hand, forcing the air from her lungs, and pulled on the belt with
his left hand, cinching it tight around her chest.

   Panic struck her then, as she realized what was happening to her.  She
writhed against the bindings and tried to kick him.  He grabbed her foot
and, bending it behind her, wrapped another belt around her leg, securing
her lower leg to her thigh.  Struggling to keep her balance on the other
leg, her eyes widened in terror.  He stood back then to watch her dance and
it was then that she saw herself in the mirror, her body standing on one
foot, her arms stretched high above her head and bound there, her
horror-stricken eyes darting around the room, looking for rescue but seeing
nothing but dirt, grime and pain.  She dragged a ragged breath in around
the gag and grabbed at the rope with her hands, trying desperately to
regain her balance.

   He touched the winch and she was hoisted two more inches above the
floor, then moved forward to strap her other leg as he had bound the left
one.  She pulled at the rope with her hands and tried to pull herself up,
managing to raise herself enough to suck in one ragged breath, although the
belt around her chest prevented her from taking a very deep breath.  Pain
wracked her chest with the efforts and tears streamed down her face.  She
watched in the mirror as her attacker spread her thighs apart and thrust
his cock inside her.  Reaching up behind her back, he placed his hands on
her shoulders and pulled her down onto him, pumping violently into her,
brutally pounding his pelvis against her body, grunting with pleasure with
each thrust.

   Her windpipe nearly crushed by this downward force, and she saw stars
burst across her vision.  In the mirror, she saw her face darkening.  Her
lungs felt as though they might burst and burned as though they were in
flames.  Her hands grasped at the rope, trying futilely to pull her weight
upwards, but it was to no avail.  Her body twitched and spasmed
uncontrollably, driving her rapist into a frenzy, and he came violently in
several powerful thrusts against her bruised pelvis and the force of this
did crush her windpipe.

   In the mirror, she watched him pull the gag from her mouth and back away
from her to collapse into the chair in which she had previously been bound.
From this place he watched her revolving slowly on the rope, her body still
twitching occasionally as if she were being touched with an electric cattle
prod, her lips sputtering as she tried to pull air into her shattered
throat.  She felt her heart pounding in her eardrums and wondered how long
it would continue to beat once she lost consciousness.  She forced her eyes
open to look at her reflection in the mirror again and watched herself
slowly swaying at the end of the rope, the scene surreal, as if she were
watching someoen else.  She saw her bladder and bowels empty themselves
onto the floor, watched her mouth try to open and suck in air
unsuccessfully, and her eyes widened as her body gave a sudden flex, her
chest heaving and her back arching in a final attemp to fight for survival.
She watched herself hang for several more minutes before the blackness
overcame her.

   Her body was not found for several days when the building's owner
returned from vacation.  The Hangman's note said simply: "Exquisite."

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   Merci, Rubi *****************************************************