With the moon set to impact the planet in a few short months, earth’s inhabitants became even more suicidal. This was understandable, what with the crazy weather patterns and natural disasters that were taking place. A lot of people were on edge.
It was difficult to maintain any semblance of civilized order. Lawlessness was rampant. Murders and suicides occurred on a daily basis.
The city of Milan, Italy decided to deal with the situation in a very extravagant manner. It was going to allow a number of its female residents to go out in style. So an event was prepared in a large structure in which guests were encouraged to attend in their finest attire.
It was to be the event of the summer. Word around Milan was that a number of women would be hanging in a special setting. And since Louisa and her cousin Annabelle were curious, they also decided to attend.
Formal attire was required. No shorts, cutoffs or bikinis would be permitted. Despite what was going to occur within the facility, everyone was supposed to dress for the occasion.
Annabelle wore a pale, yellow gown that would have been appropriate at any fancy ball. Louisa wore a dark green dress that sparkled. It was the first time in ages they had gone all out to make sure they were appropriately attired.
When they arrived, they discovered a line of women going inside, all of whom had also showed up in their finest. There was nothing but long, flowing gowns as far as the eye could see, some with straps and others without. That meant there was a lot of cleavage on display, although this seemed to be permitted.
When the cousins got inside, they discovered the hall was filling fast. But what caught their attention were the numerous coils of rope dangling from the ceiling. Tonight was definitely going to be a big hanging event.
They hunted around looking for a good place to sit. Annabelle finally pointed up at a balcony where it looked like there were still some empty seats. Besides, that would give them a better view of the hangings scheduled down on the main floor.
When they got there, they were fortunate to be able to snap up the last two chairs where they could sit together. The woman seated next to Louisa, who looked like she would have been right at home in Louis XV’s court, turned to her and remarked, “Isn’t it wonderful? It’s not everyday you get to see such elegant women in such fine gowns.”
Louisa did not reply. Her focus was now on the dangling nooses that hung from the ceiling. How could this evening be so wonderful if there were going to be multiple hangings taking place? After all, she assumed that’s what all the nooses were for.
It finally looked like everyone had taken a seat. There were murmurings of a multitude of conversations. Then a tall, elegant lady in a black, strapless dress and heels stepped into the center of the main floor, lit up by a spotlight.
The conversations died off as everyone gave her polite applause. Louisa and Annabelle clapped along with everyone else. Now it was time to get down to business, and to see for themselves just how many hangings were going to take place.
The mistress of ceremonies in the spotlight appeared to be carrying a microphone in her hand. She smiled and waved until the applause had fully died down. Then she brought the microphone up to her face.
The structure was filled with her melodious voice as she declared, “Welcome one and all to Milan’s hanging hour.” The audience politely applauded again. “So there really ARE going to be more than just a few hangings!” Annabelle whispered to her cousin. Louisa just nodded, suddenly wishing she had brought some water along, something just to wet her throat.
“My name is Morticia,” the mistress of ceremonies went on after the applause had died off. “You all look lovely tonight. Give yourselves a hand; won’t you?”
There was more polite applause. The cousins clapped along with everyone else. The gathering looked so formal… and there were so many! Where had all these gowns been hiding all these years??
There was a sudden rumble that caused the applause to die off. There were murmurings of concern as a few sprinkles of dust trickled down from the ceiling. The ladies nervously looked all around, perhaps looking for a nearby exit in case of trouble? Louisa already had her route mapped out should they need it. She could only hope they would be able to get out in time if things got serious.
“The structure is sound,” Morticia reassured the gathered ladies. “But let’s not delay things, shall we? You all know why we came here tonight. So let us begin.”
There was more polite applause as she waved dramatically at an alcove. That’s when five women calmly walked out single file onto the floor.
They all looked elegant, their gowns flowing around their legs. Their heels could be heard clattering upon the tile beneath their feet. All were smiling as though they were modeling their outfits.
Louisa immediately noticed each one was carrying something shiny in her hands. She couldn’t quite tell what they were. But it looked like all five had the same type of thing in their possession.
At that very moment, five nooses lowered from the ceiling. They came down until they stopped at about eye level with the mistress of ceremonies. She smiled as the ladies approached her.
“My goodness!” Annabelle observed in a quiet whisper to her cousin. “It looks like… like they’re really going to hang!”
“And so many nooses,” Louisa whispered back. “What are they expecting: a mass hanging event?”
“I have no idea!” Annabelle quietly replied.
The ladies walked up to the mistress of ceremonies until each one was standing in front of a noose. For some of the spectators with the best view, the coils appeared to frame the faces of the five finely dressed women. None of the females seemed particularly alarmed or frightened as to what was going to happen next. Maybe the past few months of crazy weather, earthquakes and death had driven all anxiety right out of them.
Morticia walked up to the blonde on the end who was wearing a dark outfit that exposed a lot of cleavage. Her voice reverberated throughout the hall as she told the woman, “Thank you for coming. Would you be so kind as to give us your first name along with any last words you might wish to share with all the ladies here?” Then she held the microphone up to her face.
“I would indeed,” the blonde answered with a smile. “My name is Genevra. My husband was lost at sea as a result of all of this Angry Moon business. So I’ve decided to rejoin him. I hope my dance appeals to everyone here tonight.”
“I’m sure it will,” Morticia replied with a smile as the woman received polite applause for her remarks.
Genevra calmly grasped the noose in front of her. She looped it around her throat without the slightest hesitation. Then she held up the object in her hands before moving her wrists behind her back.
She appeared to fumble a little until it looked as though her wrists had been secured. Then she calmly stood there. One could only guess what was going through her mind.
“Manacles,” Louisa whispered to her cousin. “Or handcuffs. Is that what they are?”
“Must be,” Annabelle whispered back. “They all have them.”
Morticia moved over to the lady standing next to Genevra. The woman was wearing a lovely orange gown, and was also sporting a full bosom as evidenced by her cleavage. The mistress of ceremonies smiled as she politely asked, “And what’s your name?” before dutifully holding the microphone up in front of her face.
There was another quiet rumble. Everyone seemed to stiffen. Then the lady took a deep breath before speaking into the microphone.
“My name is Giorgia. I don’t plan on waiting around until an earthquake levels this fine city as the experts are warning us. I intend to go out with my head held high.”
“You will be high indeed,” Morticia replied with a knowing smile.
There was laughter along with polite applause as Giorgia formally looped the noose around her throat. Then she appeared to cuff her hands behind her back with the silver object in her hand. Morticia thanked her for her bravery and determination to control her own fate before moving on to the next one.
“And your name?”
“My name is Vittoria,” the dark-haired lady in the red dress said into the microphone being held in front of her. “I’m so proud to see the finest of Milan out here to watch me dance tonight.” She also got applause as she took the noose and looped it around her throat before also cuffing her wrists behind her back.
“Thank you for coming tonight,” Morticia told her appreciatively.
“Thank YOU for giving us such a lovely evening,” Vittoria replied, “And for giving us such a lovely venue to exit within.” She got more applause for her remarks.
Up in the balcony Annabelle whispered to her cousin, “I wonder what her dance is going to look like.” Louisa could only nod in reply. Her throat was dry from watching those women down on the main floor preparing to hang for them all.
Morticia stepped over and stuck the microphone in front of the next woman, a redhead in a beige gown with a proud cleavage. She leaned forward toward the microphone and said, “My name is Martina. I’m here with my sister Matilde standing right here beside me. We’re here to go out together in our finest.”
“It’s a splendid gown,” Morticia agreed to more applause as Martina calmly looped the noose around her neck before cuffing her own wrists behind her back.
The microphone then went in front of her sister’s face. She looked over at her sibling and muttered, “You stole my thunder.” The spectators laughed.
“My name is Matilde,” she told the mistress of ceremonies as she spoke into the microphone. “We have a little bet, Martina and I, as to who will dance the best for you. However, I think the winner is going to have a bit of a problem trying to collect on our wager.” The audience laughed appreciatively before breaking out into enthusiastic applause.
Matilde noosed herself. Then she put her wrists behind her back before applying the cuffs. She gave a reassuring nod to her sister who returned the gesture.
Morticia stepped out in front of the five noosed women. Then she motioned grandly at the spectators before her. “Let’s hear it for our lovely ladies!” she declared, waving in their direction.
There was rapturous applause. Louisa and Annabelle eagerly applauded as well. Their hearts were beating fast over what was to come.
The mistress of ceremonies turned to face the five women. “Are you ladies ready?” They nodded as one before she stepped aside as though getting out of the way so the audience could have an unobstructed view of them.
The quintet of formally dressed beauties turned to look at Vittoria, the one in the red gown in the middle of the group. She nodded at them before quietly counting, “One… two… three.” Then the five ladies loudly declared to the heavens, “FUCK YOU, ANGRY MOON! LET’S DANCE!”
Their ropes abruptly pulled them upward. All of them opened their mouths as one in surprise at the sudden onset of pain. Then their gowns billowed as their legs began to kick.
For a moment, they all swayed together. It was as though they were dancing in unison. Then sounds of strangling could be heard as they began to kick out of turn while bumping into each other. That’s where all traces of unity evaporated.
Genevra the blonde began to fight her noose as though her body had changed its mind. Her gown billowed as her legs kicked and pedaled. It caused her to bump against the lady dangling right next to her.
Giorgia in the orange gown began wriggling and humping the air. She appeared to be vigorously fighting her noose. Up in the balcony Louisa whispered to her cousin, “I’ve seen hangings before. That one is cumming!”
“Which one?” Annabelle whispered back. “You mean Giorgia? The one in the orange outfit?”
“That’s the one. She’s cumming; I just know it!”
In the middle, Vittoria began swinging back and forth like a pendulum. She bounced off the ladies on either side of her. Then she kicked with her legs as her dress billowed.
Her eyes were wide, her chest heaving. It was clear she had not expected the agony she was enduring. Probably none of them had fully anticipated it.
The sisters seemed to be caught by surprise. They kicked and swayed until they instinctively wrapped their legs around each other. For a moment, it looked like they were humping each other. The spectators could not be sure if the dance was purposeful or accidental in nature. But the two ladies were applauded just the same.
Up in the balcony, Annabelle whispered to her cousin, “Wow; just look at the sisters going at it with each other! Can you believe that?”
“My goodness,” Louisa panted as she fanned herself, her crotch moistening and throbbing. “I feel flush.”
Morticia stepped forward as the five ladies were pulled even higher into the air before slowly being pulled back and away from dangling over the center of the floor. Their dancing diminished as though they had exhausted themselves. It wasn’t long before they dangled limp and lifeless, the occasional spasm or twitch rippling through an arm or leg.
“Let’s give them a hand, shall we?” the mistress of ceremonies declared, motioning grandly up at the dangling women. The spectators loudly cheered the motionless noose-dancers.
At that moment, five more coils abruptly came down into the center of the floor. There was a pause before five more elegantly dressed women calmly walked out single file. Each one was carrying a set of handcuffs. All displayed a remarkable set of cleavage as they lined up in front of the five new nooses.
“Five more!” Annabelle breathed excitedly.
Louisa glanced up at all the nooses in the ceiling before quietly remarking, “We may see way more hangings tonight before it’s all over.”
Morticia walked up to each new lady in turn, allowing her to introduce herself to polite applause. Then the elegantly attired woman would put her head in her noose before cuffing her wrists behind her back. Morticia went down the line, allowing each one to give a brief statement just like the first five had done.
When they were ready, Morticia stepped out of the way once again. The five ladies looked at each other as though timing themselves. Then they declared in unison, “FUCK YOU, ANGRY MOON! LET’S DANCE!” That’s when they were pulled up into the air.
The five new dancers swung back and forth, bumping against each other as they kicked, pedaled and swayed. A couple humped the air as the audience vigorously applauded. “Gawd; they’re cumming too!” Louisa panted incredulously.
“At least they’re going out with a bang,” the woman next to Louisa observed. “To cum and go like that? I can’t imagine it!” Annabelle overheard the woman’s words and glanced over at her, but said nothing.
The second group finally exhausted themselves before gently swaying back and forth. It had taken about the same amount of time as the first group of dancers. The hall broke out into wild applause.
Their bodies were lifted higher into the air at about the same level as the first five. Then five more nooses descended to the center of the main floor. Five more elegantly attired ladies proudly came out in single file, shiny cuffs in their hands.
“Just look at them!” Louisa panted to her cousin at the ten dangling bodies up in the air.
“I think I’m overcome,” Annabelle breathed in reply as she fanned her face.
A third group of five emerged from the alcove. One by one, they introduced themselves before noosing and cuffing themselves. Then they made the same declaration before they were lifted up into the air.
They kicked and danced their way into eternity. Again, it looked as though a couple of the women orgasmed in their nooses. Annabelle stared in utter fascination as the audience applauded the dancers.
Two more groups of five came out… and were subsequently hanged to wild applause. The audience was clearly enjoying the spectacle. That’s when Louisa noticed a few sporadic ladies getting up out of their seats and disappearing out into the hallway.
What was this? Were were they going? Did they know the show was coming to a conclusion?
No, that wasn’t the case. A sixth group of five came out of that same alcove. They introduced themselves, made preparations, and then gave that same declaration in unison, “FUCK YOU, ANGRY MOON! LET’S DANCE!”
They were promptly pulled up into the air. There was some wild kicking and struggling, the girl on the end humping her way into orgasmic eternity. The ladies bumped into each other before settling down and dangling quietly, a few occasional spasms indicating they were almost gone. Louisa was spellbound.
When the next group went up, Louisa noticed one lady in line in a strapless, emerald green gown. She was sure that woman had been sitting in the audience a few minutes earlier. What was she doing? Had she lost her mind??
“My gawd!” she breathed aloud. “Wasn’t she sitting in the audience just a few minutes ago?” Then the noosed group made their cry before being pulled up into the air.
Louisa focused on the woman in the emerald green outfit. She twisted and spun, putting on an incredible performance. She bounced off the women on either side of her before she began humping her way into what was clearly an orgasmic dance.
“Did you see that?” Louisa finally breathed, staring at the group gently swaying as their bodies went further up into the air to join their hanged companions. “I was sure I saw her in the audience not too long ago! What did she do, Annabelle? Did she get up and go volunteer along with the others?”
Another group of five were walking out into the middle of the floor when Louisa turned toward her cousin. But Annabelle wasn’t there. Where had she gone??
Curiosity made her look all around. Had her cousin spotted someone in the audience she recognized and gone to pay her respects? If so, then why hadn’t she told her where she was going??
Another declaration followed by another round of applause made Louisa turn back to the hangings. More ladies in elegant evening gowns danced their way into eternity. The one in the middle in a dark blue dress was humping as though her very life depended on it.
When that group settled down, another group of five calmly walked out from the alcove. Louisa looked all around. But Annabelle had not returned. Had she gone to relieve herself in the ladies room… perhaps in more ways than one?
There were two more groups of five who danced in midair, leaving Louisa breathless as a growing dampness spread in her crotch. On the next group of five, she saw a woman in a pale yellow gown in the midst of the line of ladies. She looked strangely familiar.
When it came her turn to speak, she looked right up at the balcony in her direction as she spoke. “My name is Annabelle. My cousin Louisa brought me here tonight. This is for you, Louisa!”
The spectators laughed and applauded. But Louisa couldn’t believe it! Was Annabelle insane??
One by one, the ladies noosed and cuffed themselves. Then they cried out that familiar line, “FUCK YOU, ANGRY MOON! LET’S DANCE!” A moment later, they were all kicking in midair.
Louisa stared in shock, her heart pounding as she tried to catch her breath. She felt flush as she watched her cousin kick and dance. Then Annabelle began humping in her direction as the spectators cheered the dancers.
Her heart was pounding a mile a minute as they all settled down to dangle quietly. More ropes came down into the middle of the floor. Only now, some dangling bodies were coming down and being left in piles on the floor near the back of the hall, no doubt to free up more ropes.
She didn’t know what made her do it. But Louisa numbly got up out of her seat and made her way down to the main floor. There, she found the alcove where ladies were gathering in line to be next to be hanged.
She got in line behind a woman in a light blue gown who introduced herself as Narcisa. “Isn’t this exciting?” the lady told her. “I can’t believe I’m standing here!”
“Me neither” was her nervous reply. “My name is Louisa. I came with my cousin Annabelle. She just hanged herself a few minutes ago.”
“I remember her!” Narcisa told her excitedly. “Her dance was rather thrilling! And now you’ve come down here to join her?”
“I guess so,” Louisa replied, not fully understanding what she was doing there.
A woman came by and made sure everyone had a set of handcuffs. Louisa politely thanked her. Narcisa just kept fanning herself with her hand as though she might faint.
Louisa was hesitant about the whole thing until their group of five was the next one to walk out onto the main floor. She just happened to be the last in line. But she didn’t falter as she stepped forward along with the others.
She glanced upward to see Annabelle still dangling up in the ceiling in her group of five. Soon she would be joining her. She wasn’t sure what the hell she was doing. But at least she wouldn’t be here when the planet went crazy as the moon crashed into it.
She stood trembling as each one in her group introduced themselves. When it was Narcisa’s turn, Louisa listened to the woman describe how she’d been overcome with excitement, and how she couldn’t wait to put on a dance of her own while joining the others. Narcisa got a round of applause as she noosed and then cuffed herself.
The microphone appeared right in front of her face. Morticia smiled kindly. Louisa took a deep breath before speaking…
“My name is Louisa. That’s my cousin up there in the pale yellow dress. She put on such a lovely dance that I thought I’d join her. I hope you folks don’t mind.”
There was enthusiastic applause. Louisa blushed as she nervously looped the dangling noose in front of her face around her throat. Then she slowly cuffed her wrists behind her back.
Morticia politely stepped out of the way. “All ready now?” Narcisa declared to the others, momentarily assuming leadership of the group. “On one… two… three…”
Louisa enthusiastically joined their voices as they loudly declared, “FUCK YOU, ANGRY MOON! LET’S DANCE!” Then they were pulled up into the air. Louisa felt her feet leave solid footing as an immediate strain of agony developed around her slender throat.
The pain was tremendous. It made her body do things she had no control over. A moment later, she was humping the air, cumming up a storm to the rapturous cheers and applause of the spectators until oblivion settled in and claimed her.
Her body would eventually join the others on the floor after it was all over until fully half of the gathered spectators had hanged themselves…
5/20/25 Inspired by VeraClaythorne’s AI creations. Based on Naxos’ “Angry Moon” scenario.
