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Subject: {ASSM} Don't Get Caught Cheating in Las Vegas  
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Date: Sat, 03 Jun 2006 13:10:01 -0400
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Don't Get Caught Cheating in Las Vegas (Hanging, M/F, Consensual and
Non-Consensual)



   By Rick (richcoops18@yahoo.co.uk)





   London Times 24 Oct 2007.



   "US Supreme Court Reprieves Ranchers that Lynched Rustlers.



   Two Texan ranchers convicted of murder and sentenced to death in 1996
were reprieved today by the US Supreme Court.  The judgement was the first
since the Bush administration appointed Justice William Billings, an arch
neo-con, giving the neo-cons a majority on the bench for the first time.



   The ranchers had, old west style, lynched two rustlers they had caught
stealing their stock.  Their lawyers argument was that the ranchers were
only protecting their property and their means of making a living, as
allowed under the constitution, and that being over 30 miles from any
assistance from legal authorities, they had no option but to permanently
incapacitate the rustlers.  Whilst hanging them was an extreme method of
doing so, it was the standard practice in those circumstances and had been
so for most of the last 200 years."



   Nevada Appeal, Carson City, 13 Jul 2008



   "Lynchers Charter to be valid in Nevada



   Nevada Supreme Court ruled this day that the now infamous "Lynchers
Charter" US Supreme Court ruling would apply to all instances where the
State could show that there was prima facae evidence that the action being
perpetrated was likely to remove the victim of the crimes ability to
protect his property and make their living and that there was no chance
that any perpetrator could be detained by a law enforcement officer.



   Sheriff Dan Hasselblinck was quoted as saying "don't commit a crime
outside of town because they will hang first and ask for help afterwards"."



   ~oOo~



   Christmas 2008



   Sue was surprised when Linda, one of the Sales Team, asked her if she
would like to come on a trip to Las Vegas.  Linda explained that she had
won a week long trip in the annual sales competition and that the prize
included being able to take a partner.  As she had just split up from her
boyfriend, she was allowed to nominate a work colleague that had been of
particular help to her during the year.  As Sue had helped her source the
key elements of her main project sale, she had nominated her - and anyhow
Linda felt they could have some fun together.



   The trip was a month later and they were booked into a room at the Paris
Hotel on the Strip.  It was larger than any room that Sue had ever stayed
in with two King Sized beds and a massive bathroom.  On the ground floor
the hotel looked like French Boulevard, with little Restaurants and
Boutiques.  The gaming hall had had what looked like the legs of the Eiffel
Tower protruding into it - and outside there was a half sized version, an
Arc de Triomphe and Montgolfiers hot air balloon..  The only thing that
said it was not in France was the row upon row of slots, roulette,
blackjack and poker tables.



   Across the road was the Bellagio, as Sue had seen in Oceans 12, complete
with the musical fountain and along the Strip were all the world famous
names, Caesar's Palace, the Venetian, MGM Grand, New York New York, Luxor
and many more.



   They both were not that keen on gambling and didn't like the idea of
losing more than a small amount of money, so they looked at all the other
things to do.  They had a ride on the Rollercoaster around New York, New
York, they visited the large Mall at the north end of town and checked the
prices of helicopter rides to the Grand Canyon (they agreed that if they
had enough money left on the day before they were due to leave they would
book a flight).  They also looked at the shows (they decided on Cirque de
Soleil and crossed off the ageing Celine Dione) and used all the `fitness
and wellness' services that the hotel offered (they both had a facial and a
massage, plus using the sauna but they avoided the gym).



   In the evening they ate in one of the French Bistros in the hotel and
then went to find somewhere with some music.  There were too many Irish
Bars back home in Boston for the one in New York, New York to be original,
but the singers and dancers were good.  Perhaps they had been in
Riverdance, in Sue's experience half of Ireland seemed to have been.  They
also slipped into the back of Coyote Ugly, just to watch, and Sue was more
than slightly surprised when Linda dragged her to the front and then onto
the stage.  There was nothing else but to go for it and underneath Sue
quite enjoyed it but was not going to let on, just in case there were other
places where she could be asked to make an exhibition of herself.



   It was on the third night that they were given a couple of cards for a
party night at the Voodoo Lounge.  They weren't sure if they were that keen
but decided to go.  As they walked through the door it was clear why cards
had been given out to girls - about 70% of the other people there were men.
They were given a free drink each and were soon talking to guys from all
over the world, evidently there for some sort of conference.  After a
little while they got fed up with being everybody's target, so they asked
if they could sit in two spare seats at one of the two tables.  Already
there were, from his accent, an American and, from his, a slightly older
Brit.  They didn't look like they were hunting for female company and were
instead jotting down something in a notebook.



   They finished their drinks and Linda had started to order another when
the American said "Let me", ordering for all four.  A few minutes later and
they were all talking.  The American, Jim, sitting next to Linda apparently
worked at one of the Casinos and the Brit ("Richard but Rick out here")
said that he helped organise conferences and conventions, like the one half
the people in the bar were attending.  They started with the normal stuff,
where they were from, what they did for a living and the like and then a
bit about Vegas.  Rick said he hated the place but that he had been offered
so much he couldn't turn down the offer.  He lived in one of the hotels
during the week and had a condo up at Tahoe for the weekends, where he
ski-ed, sailed and mountain biked.  Linda started talking about how good
the skiing was at Killington but Sue thought `typical sales, full of
bullshit, she's only been there for two days'.



   Jim loved Vegas and basically seemed to be there to make money any way
he could.  He also seemed very keen to get to know Linda better and soon
asked her to dance, leaving Rick and Sue chatting quietly.  Twenty minutes
later Linda came back and picked up her bag, saying that she wouldn't be
long but she seemed to disappear entirely.  Sue decided to go back to the
hotel and when Rick, who said he stayed at Ballys, joined on to Paris,
offered to share a cab she was happy to accept.  At the hotel Rick said he
was going to get something to eat and asked if Sue if she wanted to join
him but she said no thanks and went upstairs.  On the door handle was a `Do
Not Disturb' card, with a note from Linda saying, again, that she wouldn't
be long.



   Sue walked around for a while but when she returned the card was still
there.  "Bitch" she thought and headed off to get a drink.  As she walked
down the main Boulevard she almost bumped into Rick.  She explained what
was going on and where she was going and he insisted on joining her, saying
"you can't drink alone in a place like this".  They had a couple each in
the Bandstand Bar and where halfway through the second when Rick looked at
his watch, asking if Sue wanted to check again or whether she wanted a
coffee in his suite (Sue noticed the room had become a suite).  She thought
"what the hell" and said "yes please".  As they finished the drinks off Sue
thought she noticed Rick glimpsing at her neck by the collar of her blouse,
where there were still some little marks from the last time she had played
rope games in her basement.



   He said nothing and didn't seem to look again, so Sue guessed that she
was just getting a little paranoid, nobody knew of those games.  They
walked through to Ballys and took the elevator ("lift" to Rick) that
skipped the lower floors and went right to the top.  Rick opened the door
and ushered Sue in.  "Wow" she thought "this is a suite.  It must be the
Presidential one".  He asked her if she wanted the coffee, or perhaps wine.
Sue chose the latter and he had soon poured two glasses of a French Red
called "Chateau Neuf du Pape", which she guessed was pretty expensive.  He
asked her if she liked it and as she started to say "very much" he leant
forward and kissed her very gently on the lips.  He also said "call me
Richard, I can't take this Rick thing"



   They each finished their glasses and then kissed again, deeply this
time. Sue felt one hand slip behind her back and the other onto her leg
just above the knee.  The kisses got deeper still, with both tongues
starting to explore, and Richard's hand slid slowly up her leg.  He then
stood and took Sue's hand, helping her up and then leading her to the
bedroom.



   Once inside he sat on the end of the king sized bed and slowly undressed
her, kissing and caressing each part of her body as it was uncovered.  When
she was down to her bra and panties, he slipped off his own shirt and
pants. He then unhooked Sue's bra and kissed both breasts and licked her
now firm nipples.  He stood, laid her on the bed and then slipped off his
shorts.  He knelt between her legs and did something that Sue had never
experienced before, he actually asked how she liked to make love.  "Slowly
but firmly" she said.  Richard leant forward and touched the marks on her
neck softly with the backs of his fingers.  "You like things tight around
your neck?" he asked.  Sue nodded but said nothing else.  Richard then ran
his thumb over the marks again before slipping his hands down onto her
shoulders.  Still kneeling he eased himself forward before lowering himself
and pushing his erect penis deeply into her, slowly but firmly as she had
asked.



   After a few thrusts he, without removing himself, moved each knee to be
outside Sue's legs and then drew them together so she held him tightly in
her vagina.  He slowly completed a few more thrusts before sitting back,
releasing his hands to slide onto Sue's breasts, massaging them and
gripping her ever hardening nipples whilst keeping up a slow movement
inside her.  After a while his right hand moved slowly to her neck,
covering the marks, followed by the left.  With his thumbs he gently
squeezed down and then eased back, looking into Sue's eyes.  She simply
smiled and pulled her head back to leaving her throat exposed for him.



   Richard moved forward, slipping his arms under hers one at a time and
his hands back onto her neck.  He could support himself on his elbows,
could keep his hands around her throat and move deeply inside her at the
same time.  Sue arched her back to allow him to keep in contact with her
clitoris and pulled her head further back.  She groaned as he increased the
pressure, gasping "yes, yes".  She had a small orgasm and then, for the
first time in her life, a second and larger one.  Richard drove in hard,
pushed his thumbs into her windpipe and screamed "yes" as well, coming as
he did so.  Sue felt her herself come for a third time and pressure in her
lips and eyes from being strangled and then he let go and slumped on top of
her.  He gently rubbed himself against her clitoris a few more times and
the rolled back onto the bed, panting and slightly sweaty.



   A couple of minutes later Richard had propped himself up with two
pillows and Sue was nestling against his shoulder, with a sheet draped over
both of them.  He asked her about the marks on her neck and how they had
got there.  She told him about her trips to her basement and the
experiments she had carried out, including slipping a noose over her own
head.  She asked him how he had been so quick to recognise them.  He told
her of his time in the Air Force, the asphyx games that had gone wrong on
his unit and his own exploration of the very things that had killed them.
Finally, he asked if she wanted to go further.  When she said "yes, please"
he told her that his condo was ideal but if she wanted to they could go a
little further in the morning.



   They stopped talking and, still resting on Richard's shoulder, Sue
wondered how she had got here, in bed with a man who she had only just met
and who she had already had sex with - whilst being half strangled.  She
wasn't at all sure but she suspected that Richard had spotted that she
liked the idea of hanging very quickly, at least as soon as he had seen her
neck, and perhaps he had manoeuvred her into his bed, but if he had she
felt easy with it.  She decided that if she did anything again she would
wear something that would cover any marks completely.  She then slept.



   In the morning she woke slowly, remembering gradually where she was and
what she had done.  The thoughts turned her on and she let her hand drift
between her legs.  She suddenly realised that with just a sheet the
movement could easily be seen.  Richard was sitting, looking down at her,
and was smiling.  "I had the same problem" he said, looking down to where
an erection was clearly showing under the sheet "the thoughts of last night
turned me on too".



   "Turn over" he instructed, pulling the sheet down.  Sue rolled onto her
stomach.  "Wait", again an instruction.  He got off the bed and took
something from a draw and something else from behind the bathroom door, Sue
could not quite see what.  He climbed back onto the bed and knelt beside
her and started a massage.  First her back, from the shoulders down, then
the lower back, her backside and the tops of her legs.  He carried on until
all of her body felt relaxed.  "This is better than the one I paid for"
thought Sue.



   Finally he massaged the biceps of her right arm and then down to the
wrist.  As he did so he pulled it across to the middle of her back.  He
left it there and moved to the other arm but when Sue let the right one
fall down beside her, he stopped and put it back in place.  When he had
finished the left one her arms were behind her back, crossed at the wrist.
Richard held both wrists together, quite firmly, and then let go.  Sue left
them there, so relaxed that she was not really thinking about any
consequences, even though she had been given a clear message.



   Richard picked up the cord from his dressing gown, the item from behind
the bathroom door, and swiftly tied Sue's hands.  She made no attempt to
struggle and when he asked how she wanted it this time said "harder".  He
said "are you sure?" and she replied "much harder, and strangle me",
surprising herself as she did so.  She was turned on her back, the bed
being soft enough for her still to be comfortable, even lying on the hands
behind her.



   At first the massage continued but this time her breasts and her
nipples, her inner thighs and, with two fingers, inside her.  He made sure
that there was pressure in all the right places and Sue began to move
slowly to his rhythm, eyes closed, groaning slightly as she did so.  Three
or four minutes later he stopped and she felt both hands on her neck.  She
kept her eyes closed and, as last night, she pulled her head back.  He
pushed up both sides with his thumbs, quite firmly, pushing down at the end
of each stroke.  Again Sue groaned but again he stopped.



   Richard picked up a leather belt, the item from the draw, threaded the
end through the buckle and slipped the loop it formed over Sue's head. 
Holding the belt in one hand he reached across and pulled her over by the
shoulder, returning her to a face down position and tightening the belt at
the same time.  From being totally relaxed Sue was now choking, the
pressure from the belt effecting both her blood and her air.  He opened her
legs and moved between them, keeping the pressure on as he did so.  He put
his spare hand under her stomach, lifted so he could enter her easily and
drove his very hard penis in to its full length in one movement.  Using the
belt to stop her slipping flat again he then followed his `harder'
instructions to the full, with powerful thrusts driving him deeper and
deeper.  Each one tightened the belt slightly and Sue started feeling light
headed.  She could still breathe but not easily.  From the deepest
penetrations she felt a little pain but she wanted more and more.  As she
felt her climax coming she started to scream but he pulled as hard as he
could on the belt, stopping any noise - but not the orgasm.  The biggest
she had ever had, with the feelings inside her brain somehow swamping every
message that her body was sending.  With one final thrust Richard came as
well, Sue could feel him emptying himself inside her.  He let go of the
belt and then lowered her, slipping out of her as he did so.



   Sue heard herself almost shout "More.  Fuck me again." And then "Hang
me. I want you to hang me".  Then she came down from her high and, as he
undid her hands, she said "sorry, I'm sorry, that's not me talking, and I
don't say things like that".  Richard leant forward and kissed her gently,
replying "don't worry, it saves me using the `how was it for you?' line. 
Pretty good I guess".



   They showered together in the large wet room in the suite.  Richard
offered some breakfast but Sue said she really needed to find Linda and
dressed herself ready to leave.  Richard said that he had some work to do
but that they could meet again before Sue left.  He seemed to know her room
number and said that he would leave a message on the hotel email for her.
He asked to look at her neck but there were no extra marks.  He offered to
walk back with her but Sue said that she would be happy to go on her own.
Just before she left he said "don't let Linda get involved with Jim, he
could be real big trouble for her - and definitely don't you get involved
in any of his schemes."



   The warning didn't sink in very far; thinking about the events of the
last few hours swamped all other thoughts.  As she walked back to the Paris
elevators she felt her neck a couple of times and thought "perhaps next
time he will hang me.  I'd like that.  Twice he could have really strangled
me and didn't, so I trust him".  At the room door, the tag was still there,
so she opened it, expecting to find Linda but there was nobody and her bed
was only slightly disturbed.  There was a note saying that they had decided
that it was unfair to take over the room and that Linda was going with Jim
to his, with "see you in the morning!!!!!" added.  Sue decided to slip into
her nightie and make the bed look like she had been there all night - and
just as she had done so the door was unlocked.  She jumped under the sheets
and was sitting in the bed when Linda appeared, holding the `Do Not
Disturb' tag.  "Sorry about this, I must have forgotten to take it off". 
Sue told her there was no problem and that she had listened at the door for
noise and had looked for a light and when there was neither she had come
in.



   Linda gave Sue graphic details of her night and was very apologetic
about abandoning Sue.  She gushed on "Jims a great guy.  I'm going to see
him later.  He's going to show me how to win at Blackjack.  You can come
too.  It will be fun.  Please come.  He'll bring a friend".  She didn't
seem to think that Sue had done anything but come to bed and Sue was not
going to disabuse her.  As they had no other plans she agreed to come but
just to fill time before she could meet Richard again.



   To keep up appearances Sue showered for a second time and the pair of
them had breakfast in a coffee shop.  They slowly walked up to the Venetian
Hotel and listened to the opera singers before Linda led them to one of the
smaller casinos behind the Strip.  Compared with the large ones it seemed
out of date and seedy and Sue didn't like it much.  They met Jim in the
bar; he introduced the young man sitting with him as being Mike.  He said
that he was from near the girls as he was studying at MIT.  He also put his
arm around Linda's waist and tugged her into him.  "Not like Richard would
have done" thought Sue.



   They moved to a booth and Jim told them what they were going to do. 
Mike was a Maths student and he had a fantastic memory for numbers, which
also allowed him to count which cards had already been played from a pack.
If you knew what had gone the odds gradually got more and more in your
favour.  The casinos didn't like it but there was nothing they could do
other than ask you to leave and as they weren't going to play for large
stakes, they wouldn't be noticed.  Sue was worried but Jim showed her a
newspaper cutting which said that a team of card counters had been banned
from all Casinos in Las Vegas but again said that it was not illegal.  He
then explained that this was where he worked and, taking them to a spare
table, showed them how to play.



   It was pretty easy, although they soon lost the chips he had given them.
He gave them some more and then told them to watch Mike.  When he picked up
he moved his cards with his right hand, do nothing, but if he used his
left, take another card; however unreasonable choice it may be.  They
followed the instructions and started winning steadily.  Not all the time
and sometime one won and one lost, but both piles of chips gradually got
bigger.  He gave all three of them $250 each and told them that they could
give it back out of the winnings.  They would start a small stakes table
and Jim would signal when it was finished by spotting Linda and coming over
to ask her to come for a drink.  They should object but leave saying they
would come back.  They would then move on to other casinos, never winning
much.  Mike would move separately and never be seen talking to them, other
than asking if they minded him sitting at their table.  He wouldn't win,
just the girls.



   At the first casino Sue was terribly nervous but managed to cover it by
pretending she had never played before.  Linda was full of confidence and
seemed to be positively enjoying herself.  "That's why she's in sales and
I'm in purchasing" Sue thought.  They played two hands and both actually
won before Mike sat down.  Then they started losing until they spotted
Mike's signals and their `luck' changed.  They won a few times and then Jim
appeared and they left for the bar.  They cashed in their chips and were
$40 up.



   Jim took the extra cash and pointed them to the next casino, describing
which table they should use.  They bet slightly higher and played for a
little longer before moving on.  Sue knew they were winning but not how
much.  Over the day they visited five more casinos, never staying too long
but always winning.  At the end of the day they went to another bar and in
a dark booth divided up the cash.  Jim took his original stake and placed
the rest into four piles.  Sue counted hers and was amazed to find nearly
$5,000.  Linda leant over and was kissing him on the cheek when the exit
with the booth was blocked by four men.



   "Please come with us" one said.  Linda asked why and he replied "we are
from Casino Central Security and we suspect you have been cheating".  They
were ushered out of the bar into a small bus and were driven to a low
building the far side of the Strip.  The girls were taken into a small room
and the two men disappeared into another.  They were searched and the cash
placed in front of them.  Sue remained quiet but Linda insisted that they
had done nothing wrong.  One of the Security men said "you have, card
counting is cheating and is now illegal in Las Vegas".  Linda continued to
protest, saying that if they were going to cheat they wouldn't have gone
for just $5,000.  He replied that "probably, but Jim Evans and his
ex-student friend have been doing this trick with mugs like you for months,
at least twice a week.  Win small but win often.  We have had an eye on
them for the last two month".  Linda then changed tack and started crying,
saying they had been conned and it wasn't fair to pick on them.  "Maybe
not, but the Syndicate wants an example" was the reply.  Sue had just sat
there and listened, increasingly feeling that this was going to end really
badly.  She wasn't sure who the `Syndicate' were but it sure didn't sound
nice.



   They were left in the room, increasingly panicking.  After three hours
their suitcases were brought in.  On top of them were their jeans and a
couple of t-shirts.  They were told to change into them and were given a
pair of cowboy boots each.  Once they had done so they were taken to
another bus with the windows painted in.  "You are being taken out of the
County" they were told.  "To the airport?" Sue asked.  "No" was the reply,
up the highway".  When they asked how they would get home they were told
that it was up to them, they shouldn't have cheated.  The bus drove on a
smooth road for nearly an hour and then up what seemed a rougher one before
coming to a stop.



   The Security man told them to stand up.  He turned Linda round,
producing a length of rope from his pocket and tying her hands behind her
back.  He then did the same to Sue.  Linda protested loudly but Sue thought
it was a waste of time and that something bad was going to happen, whatever
they did.  They were probably going to be raped, she guessed by more than
one man.  She would close her eyes and think of last night until it was
over.



   The bus doors were opened and they were pushed off.  Outside there were
three horses, and in the light of a new day, Sue soon realised that sitting
on one was Richard.  Standing behind the horses were Jim and Mike, hands
tied behind their backs and with a rope around their necks.  The other end
of the rope wound was around the horn of the western saddle of the
rider-less horses.  The Security man and the driver pushed Linda and then
Sue up onto the other two horses and then got back into the bus.  As soon
as they had left Richard looked directly at Sue and said "I told you to
steer clearly of him (looking towards Jim).  Even as head of the
Syndicate's undercover security team, there is nothing I can do except make
it easy for you".  Sue wasn't sure what he meant but she realised she
should have spotted something; the suite he lived in was far too grand for
a Convention organiser to start with.



   He took the reins of Sue's and Linda's horses and giving his a firm
kick, led them down a track.  Mike was pulled behind Sue and Jim behind
Linda.  When Sue looked back she worked out why they hadn't said anything
as both appeared to have beaten.  After about ten minutes a cabin came into
view, with a large tree next to it.  She could also see what looked like a
news team, camera already pointing at them.  Before they got close Richard
said to them all "Sorry folks.  The Syndicate runs the main casinos and
they want to make an example of somebody.  You lost".



   As he arrived in front of the camera he then took out a cell phone and
dialled a preset number.  "Sheriff Jackson?  Rick Cooper from CCS here.  I
have caught four cheats with over $300,000 dollars of the casino's money. I
am at Hogans Bluff.  Can you come and collect them......No?  If you don't I
shall have to deal with them here, I can't risk bringing them in on my
own.......I know what I am doing and so do you.".  He put the phone away
and looked towards the four of them with a determined look in his eyes.



   He undid the two men's ropes from the saddles and walked his horse over
to the tree, holding both of them together, Jim and Mike reluctantly
following.  He threw the rope over a large branch, swiftly wound it round
the horn of his own saddle and kicked on.  Both were pulled clean off the
ground, kicking violently.  Linda screamed.  Richard jumped down, took the
ropes and tied them off to a tethering bar.  Their kicking soon stopped,
the simple slip knot allowing the ropes to bite deeply into their necks,
cutting off both air and blood instantly.  Linda started crying whilst Sue
watched, both fascinated and frightened.  Their heads above the rope had
gone a deep red and Mike's tongue was hanging out.  They were clearly dead
quickly, the last few twitches completely involuntary.



   They were still swinging slowly when Richard opened his saddlebag and
took out two more ropes.  He fashioned full nooses on each and slung them
over another branch, tying them off to the same bar.  He collected the two
horses and led them towards the nooses.  Sue decided that if she was going
to hang she would put on a good act for the camera.  She didn't want to die
but she had always wanted to know what it was like.  "God, please do not
hang us" she screamed, although really she now wanted it to happen.  Linda
simply cried and cried.  Richard noosed both the girls, Linda pulling away
before he could slip it over but Sue exposing her neck, like she had when
they had been in bed together.  Richard asked them to pray and then it was
time.  He looked at Sue and asked her if she wanted to go first but she
took second.  Linda was clearly petrified and had wet herself.  He walked
behind her horse and whipped it.  As it walked forward all the slack was
taken out of the rope and when she slid off the back there was no big drop
and no quick end as Sue had expected.  Linda was swinging in midair; she
kicked once and her head slumped to the side.  Her eyes began to roll and
saliva was dripping from her lips and mouth.  Then her eyes stopped rolling
and began to bulge out and her face began to change colour.  She was trying
to get in air but couldn't and she had peed herself again.



   "Stop it and I will put on a good show" said Sue.  Richard looked at her
and walked over to Linda's swinging body.  He put his arms around her legs
and pulled down hard.  Sue heard the crack as her friend's neck broke and
then Linda was still.



   "A good show?  How good?" Richard asked.  "Good enough to keep your
bosses happy" Sue replied "I want you to take out all the slack".  Richard
did as he was told, tightening the rope until she was sitting stretched
fully upright on the horse.  "Wait until I say" said Sue, easing herself
forward until her clit was rubbing on the horn of the saddle.  Even though
she was wearing jeans it felt good as she moved herself up and down, using
the rope around her neck to get leverage.  She shivered with pleasure and
said "now".  Richard whipped the horse hard and it was gone.  She was
hanging.



   Sue's legs lifted and she kicked slowly, doing the dance she had always
imagined.  The rope didn't seem to have tightened and she could still get
some air in.  As she took it in she gurgled, she wanted to make sure the
sound was heard.  She looked down, she knew her open eyes would have an
eerie look; she could still see the ground and her feet dancing below her,
even though everything was beginning to look red.  There was a lot of pain
but also a lot of pleasure and she was glad that had turned herself on
before she started.  She knew her mouth was open and her tongue was
sticking out, but that would look good.  She soon realised she was going
and that her dance was slowing but when she felt Richard's arms going round
her legs to finish her off, inside her head she screamed "no" and she
kicked him away.  In doing so the noose tightened and every chance of
breathing ended.  The hypoxia made her feel high and she relaxed, just
hanging there, with no pain, slowly and steadily dying, knowing she was
really hanging, feeling the rope like a steel band around her neck bringing
her to an end.  Inside her head the voice sighed "yes" and the redness
turned to black and then for a few seconds to bright white.  Then there was
nothing.



   ~oOo~



   The video was running again on the giant sized TV.  The full one, not
the edited version from the news crew's 12 minute item on the local
channel, sections of which had been shown on news channels around the
world. She liked watching it all through, the four of them coming into
view, the hangings, the four bodies slowly swinging in the breeze, the
burial and the four graves, heaped with soil.  She knew one was hers and
she wasn't in it.  She had been hanged, had been unconscious at the end of
her rope for many minutes and then buried alive.  Richard had even left her
until last whilst he took down the others and laid them in their graves. 
He did the same when he covered them, leaving her until the end.  It had
been when he had thrown the earth in that he had seen the tiny movement. 
He quickly covered her face with a box and shovelled on the rest of the
earth.  Once the crew had done their final shots and left he brushed the
earth away and uncovered her face, checking for signs of movement.  When he
found some he removed dug her out completely and gave her artificial
respiration until she started breathing again.



   When she came round she was already in this suite.  She knew she had
died so she couldn't understand why she was still here.  She was in a clean
bed and had been washed.  There was a dressing around her neck; when she
tried to talk she couldn't.  Her head hurt badly and she couldn't think
straight.  She knew she had been called Sue and that she came from a long
way away but they told her that she wasn't Sue any more.  She was told to
choose a new one but couldn't think except she kept seeing feet flying in
the air, so she became Lois like Lois Lane and Superman.  Later she thought
the feet were hers when she was hanging but she wasn't sure but she was
still Lois.



   It was six weeks before the nice man called Richard came to see her.  He
said he had been in jail but they had had to let him go because of a thing
called the "Lynchers Charter".  He was very kind and helped her with her
new job.  She couldn't remember much about the old one but she knew she
liked the new one better.



   When she was fit again Richard had told her that one of the chief men in
the thing called "the Syndicate" had liked her shown when she had been
hanged and that he wanted to see it again, for real this time, not a video.
She couldn't remember what she had done but Richard showed her the video.
He said that she wouldn't die; he would let her down before the end.  He
would help her strengthen her neck and would show her how to last a long
time.



   Lois' suite had no door, just an elevator with a key pad.  Inside the
elevator was another pad, so even if she had seen the first number she
could never see the second.  She could have what she liked from the shops
and restaurants in the hotel but she wasn't allowed to leave the room,
except on the first Friday of every month, when they hanged her.



   She had been here six months she knew, two to get better and four
hangings.  Lois could tell when it was due because Richard arrived with
some new clothes, once she was dressed like a showgirl, once like a whore,
once like Doris Day and finally like a society lady with a black cocktail
dress and lots of nice jewellery.  He coached her on how she was to act and
they practiced in the suite for days beforehand using a hook set in the
ceiling.  She liked this because it turned Richard on and he always fucked
her afterwards.  She knew she hadn't always called it fucking but she liked
the coarse words now.  When he asked how she wanted it she always said
"fuck me, fuck me hard" but sometime he was very gentle and she liked that
as well.



   On the day of the hanging Richard always helped her dress.  He then
either tied her hands or handcuffed her and put on a hooded cloak over the
top, with the hood up.  They went down in the elevator to a floor without a
number and walked to a door about 30 feet away.  Each time Richard had
locked the door, sat her on a stool and told her to wait.  He left through
another door, Lois had learned to the front of a stage, where he told the
audience of about 30 people the story and why Lois was to hang.  He would
come back and change into his executioners outfit, all black and a mask,
kiss Lois and touch her in her favourite places to turn her on more.  Then
they would start.  The curtains would go back and the audience would see a
gallows, a real one, with the noose already in place.  Lois always acted
scared when she saw it but secretly she was pleased that they had done it
right.



   Some people had been there more than once but one man had sat in the
middle at each "show".  Most were men but here were always a few women. 
The first time they had just used the trapdoor but Richard said that they
couldn't see her dance, so a box was put on top and that dropped through
the door, leaving her fully in view.



   Lois liked playing her part.  She wasn't scared; she liked doing it for
them.  When she was the whore she had to fight, kick and swear a lot before
the noose was round her neck, when she was the society lady she had to cry
and be pathetic.  The showgirl put on a show and Doris Day was ever so
brave.  But she always ended up on the box with the noose tight around her
neck.  When the lever was pulled and she was hanging she tried to do the
right dance but she couldn't for long, although she was getting better. 
Even when the pain was at the highest she wanted more, she liked, no loved,
being hanged.  She could tell how long she was going to last as soon as the
box had gone; however carefully Richard had placed the knot it was always
in a slightly different position.  Once it started going black she always
just let herself go and had come round each time in the back room.



   She was due to hang again this Friday.  This time it was different. 
There were to be no clothes, she was to be naked and bound.  And they
wanted to see her drop, not just swing.  "He wants to see you drop and jerk
at the end of the rope, with your legs and arms tied" "Will it hurt?" asked
Lois.  "Yes" was the reply.  "Will I die?" she asked "There's a good chance
you will".  "Must I do it?" "Yes, you must" he finished with.



   It was Thursday.  They had practiced and her neck still hurt and Richard
said that it had only been half the drop she would have tomorrow - but she
didn't mind.  Sue was gone and she had been Lois as well.  She had been
dead once and most of her had come back and if she died for real then she
was only living out the first fantasy she could recall.  She turned to
Richard and said "really turn me on tomorrow.  I want to be having an
orgasm as my neck breaks.  Start by fucking me hard now".























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