An impoverished Caribbean island nation nears bankruptcy. In order to raise cash income from “tourists”, the nation’s leaders in desperation pass a law — consensual executions of sane and un-coerced foreigners by other foreigners will be legal in public execution areas on the island. Arachnid’s Santamos Island universe
4-“A little eager this morning; aren’t we, miss?”
I awoke to the dawn coming into the room. Ricky was still asleep. I must have exhausted him from all the fucking we did the night before.
On a whim, I got up and walked over to the window. Looking out, I saw a couple on the gallows. Some guy was noosing up a woman in a long, flowing dress that came down above her ankles.
There was no one else out there watching them. Was it because it was too early? The sun was just about to break the horizon.
I suddenly got excited as hell as I stood there watching, my breath catching in my throat. I couldn’t help wondering if I was the only other one in the whole wide world who was awake and had a view of the festivities that were about to take place. Then he went over and pulled the lever.
The trap folded open with a quiet THWAP. She let out a cry as she dropped. Then I heard a distinct CRICK as she hit the end of the rope.
I was instantly horny, and wet as hell. I went back over to the bed and saw Ricky lying there. The sheet had been pulled off just enough to reveal some morning wood.
I went crazy as I climbed in with him and started sucking that meaty pole of his. He stirred until his eyes opened up and saw me. Then he smiled as I gobbled him down.
“What a way to wake up in the morning!” he panted. “What got you all hot and bothered?”
I came off his dick and straddled him as I climbed on. Instinctively, he reached up and groped my boobs. “I just witnessed a sunrise hanging!” I panted breathlessly. “I can’t wait to drop for you! I’m so bloody horny right now!”
At that moment I didn’t care about cumming or taking my time. I rode him until he pumped a load up into me. Then I rolled us over until he was on top of me.
“I want a last request!” I gasped. “I want you to fuck the condemned!”
He gave me that look again as though he didn’t want me to die. “I hereby grant your request,” he finally told me. Then he proceeded to fuck the shit out of me until I screamed from a much needed release.
After we got cleaned up, I slipped into a proper floral print dress that came down to my knees with a button-top. But underneath I was wearing sexy lingerie. Then we left the room.
We went downstairs and had a light breakfast in the restaurant. There was hardly anyone in there. Afterwards, I led Ricky right up to the hotel concierge.
There was another couple walking by, an older man and a younger woman, who stopped when I eagerly signed the waiver. The concierge gave me a curious eye. “A little eager this morning; aren’t we, miss?”
“You have no idea!” I gasped, the sunrise hanging still fresh in my mind.
“She’s obsessed,” Ricky added, a hint of disappointment in his voice. “It’s all she can think about. Seeing those executions yesterday only fueled her fire.”
“They sure did!” I admitted as a thrill rippled through me. “Got any cuffs for me? We’re heading out to use the gallows right away.”
The concierge reached into a drawer and pulled out a set. Then she showed them to us. “Will these do?” she asked with a smile.
“Cuff me, Ricky!” I begged as I grabbed the cuffs from the concierge before handing them over to my companion. “Then I want you to escort me out the door to the gallows to my destiny.”
The eavesdropping couple chose that moment to come closer. “I’m Jonas and this is my girlfriend Beverly,” he explained. “Sorry for listening in on your conversation. But is this a private party? Or can anybody watch?”
The thought of having others watching me hang to death gave me an erotic thrill. “The more, the merrier!” I blurted out with growing excitement and anticipation. “It’s ok with you, Ricky; isn’t it?”
In answer, he whirled me around and cuffed my wrists behind my back. I felt another erotic thrill the minute the cuffs clatched onto my wrists. Then he told Jonas and Beverly, “It’s her execution. If she wants you to tag along, you’re more than welcome to come watch her hang.” Then he turned me toward the door and escorted me out with them in tow.
I could tell he was still not fully happy to be hanging me. At least he was going along with it. Besides, I’d always wanted him to be the one to dispatch me. Coming to Santamos Island had been the perfect solution.
I trembled like crazy as he walked me across the beach toward the gallows. “Any second thoughts?” he quietly asked me.
“Second, third and fourth,” I replied nervously. “But I really want to do this: for you, for myself… and now for our guests,” I added as I nodded back at the couple following behind.
Ricky carefully helped me up the steps in my black heels. Each step that got me closer to the top made me wetter and wetter. By the time we reached the top I was dripping like crazy.
He walked me right over to the trap. Then he noosed me up without another word.
What more was there to say? He’d already tried to talk me out of it. But I was adamant.
“Does the condemned have a last request?” he finally asked. At least he was getting into the spirit of things.
I started to speak, but my voice cracked in my throat. I gulped and nodded. Then I told him, “Promise me you’ll find at least one more chick on this island to enjoy snuffing before you go home.”
He nodded as he walked over to the lever. I inhaled sharply, my pussy wet as hell. I was trembling so bad that I thought my knees were going to give out before he hanged me.
Ricky looked at me for a long moment. For me, it felt as though time simply stood still. I nearly panicked at the thought he might back out at the last minute.
I looked down on that couple looking up at us. I could see it in their eyes. Gawd; they really wanted to see me hang, especially Jonas!
Ricky suddenly gave a jerk on the lever, an angry jerk as though he was being forced to do this against this will. I screamed as the trap opened with a THWAP. My dress billowed as I started to fall, my body cumming all the way down.
All my senses shut down in an instant the moment I heard a loud CRICK as my neck broke……….
5-This seems so bloody familiar
I awoke to the dawn coming into the room. Ricky was still asleep. I must have exhausted him from all the fucking we did the night before.
Bloody hell! What a dream I had!
On a whim, I got up and walked over to the window. Looking out, I saw a couple on the gallows. Some guy was noosing up a woman in a long, flowing dress that came down above her ankles.
I blinked in confusion. This seemed so bloody familiar! It must have been a part of that dream I’d had!
Wait a minute! Was I still dreaming??
The trap folded open with a quiet THWAP. She let out a cry as she dropped. Then I heard a distinct CRICK as she hit the end of her rope.
I was instantly horny, and wet as hell. I went over to the bed and saw Ricky lying there. The sheet had been pulled off enough to reveal some morning wood.
I went crazy as I climbed in with him and started sucking that meaty pole. He stirred until his eyes opened up and he saw me. He smiled as I gobbled him down.
“What a way to wake up in the morning!” he panted. “What got you all hot and bothered?”
I came off his dick and straddled him as I climbed on, impaling myself upon his erection. Instinctively, he reached up and groped my boobs. “I just witnessed a sunrise hanging!” I panted breathlessly.
I suddenly blinked again as I thought about the dream I’d just had where Ricky had hanged me. And this morning I had just witnessed that same lady hang in that very same dress! Why was this all so bloody familiar??
I didn’t care about cumming or taking my time. I furiously rode Ricky until he pumped a load up into me. Then I rolled us over until he was on top of me.
“I want a last request!” I gasped. “I want you to fuck the condemned!”
“I hereby grant your request,” he replied. Then he proceeded to fuck the shit out of me.
Thinking about the abrupt way he’d hanged me in that dream, coupled with the morning hanging I’d just witnessed, made me scream from a much needed release.
–
Everything felt so bloody familiar as we ate breakfast. It felt even more so when I went to sign the consent form. Then a familiar looking older man and younger woman came up to eavesdrop on the proceedings. Why were things happening just like my dream??
The concierge gave me a curious eye. “A little eager this morning, aren’t we, miss?”
“You have no idea!” I gasped.
“She’s obsessed,” Ricky added. “It’s all she can think about. Seeing those executions yesterday only fueled her fire.”
I blinked as I looked at the concierge, and then at Ricky, and then back at the concierge. Those were the exact same words I’d… I finally blinked again before looking at the concierge.
“Got any cuffs for me?” I stammered. “We’re heading out to use the gallows right away.”
She reached into a drawer and pulled out a set. Then she showed them to us. “Will these do?” she asked. How the bloody hell did I know she was going to say it that way??
“Cuff me, Ricky,” I told him as I accepted the cuffs from the concierge before handing them to my companion. “Then I… I want you to escort me out the door to the gallows.”
The eavesdropping couple chose that moment to come closer. “I’m Jonas and this is my girlfriend Beverly,” he explained. “Sorry for listening in on your conversation. But is this a private party? Or can anybody watch?”
Why the hell did I keep experiencing deja vu??
I looked at him closely. I could see in his eyes that he really wanted to see me swing. “The more, the merrier,” I told him as I felt an erotic thrill ripple through me.
–
Ricky got me to the gallows and up the steps before placing me right over the trap. My heart was pounding a mile a minute. For some reason I knew exactly what was coming. And I was more aroused than I could have possibly imagined!
“Does the condemned have a last request?” he asked after he’d noosed me up.
I was about to tell him to go find a girl and snuff her after hanging me when something stopped me. That’s when I looked down at our two voyeurs. They both looked so eager to watch me hang, especially Jonas. And I wanted to give them a little something special.
“Pull my boobs out, love,” I panted quietly as I nodded down at them. “Let’s give ‘em a bloody good show.”
Ricky gave me a funny look. Then he popped the buttons to the top of my dress. He finally pulled it open before pulling down my lacy black bra, exposing my heaving mounds. It thrilled me like you wouldn’t believe, especially when I saw Jonas and Beverly inch even closer to the gallows.
I was horny like never before as Ricky stepped over to the lever. This time there was a flicker of lust in his eyes. Bloody hell; that made me wet!
I looked down and saw that same lust in the eyes of Jonas and Beverly. I was having so much trouble catching my breath that I could hardly think straight. Then I heard the lever being pulled.
I screamed as I plummeted, my dress billowing. I was cumming like never before. Then I hit the end of my –
CRICK…..
6-Changing the dream
I awoke to the dawn coming into the room. Ricky was still asleep. That’s when I idly touched my neck. It felt intact, yet I could distinctly remember the pain of it breaking… TWICE!
I was trembling as I got up and went over to the window. Sure enough, there they were. I heard a THWAP, followed by a loud CRICK. Then I climaxed hard, just like that.
What the bloody hell was going on?? I couldn’t figure it out! All I knew was that I was horny as hell.
Ricky got a hell of a blowjob, followed by one hell of a fucking. Then I got dressed. But this time I changed into something different from what I’d worn in my previous two… what? My previous two dreams??
I wanted to change this dream if I could. My change of attire certainly worked on Ricky. He really lusted after me with his eyes once he saw what I had chosen to wear.
We went down and had a light breakfast before I went and signed the consent form. By then, I was horny as hell. Ricky ended up escorting me to the gallows, all cuffed and ready to hang.
That couple followed along right behind us after we’d given them permission to watch us. I was still having a hard time taking it all in. Either I was in the middle of a long, crazy dream… or I was about to be hanged for a third time!
I remembered how Jonas had lusted over me with his eyes in my previous, uh… hanging. This time, I wanted to do something appreciative for him. So when Ricky asked if I had a last request I asked him to take off my dress. Then I told him to toss it down to that couple as a souvenir.
Ricky carefully unclasped the straps to my sleeveless gown. My black satin dress promptly slid down my body onto the trap. It revealed a lacy top that cupped my breasts without actually covering them.
There was nothing down below but a lacy black garter that held up my fishnet stockings. My wet, dripping crotch was totally exposed. Ricky’s eyes bugged out as he took me in.
I stepped out of my discarded dress so he could pick it up. Then he tossed it down to them. “A souvenir to you from Dottie!” he declared loudly.
“Wow; thanks!” was Jonas’ excited reply. His lustful expression set me to dripping like crazy.
“Does the condemned have a last request?” Ricky finally asked.
I didn’t think of asking him to find another woman to hang. I just wanted him to enjoy hanging me. “No, love,” I panted excitedly as I shook my head. “Just hang your horny slut!”
My heart was beating a mile a minute as he walked over to the lever. Ricky lustfully eyed me up and down until I was dripping like crazy. Then I looked down to see Jonas raping me with his eyes, his girlfriend Beverly looking on lustfully.
Bloody hell!
The trap suddenly opened with a THWAP! I shrieked my climax as I plummeted. Then I hit the end of the rope with a loud CRICK…
7-Dying like a slut
I was wet as hell, quivering like crazy as I opened my eyes to the dawn coming into the room. I got up and walked over to the window. And there they were.
I winced and shuddered at the sight of that couple standing on the gallows. “Hang her!” I murmured excitedly as I started touching myself. “Hang that sexy bitch!”
I knew exactly what was going to happen. But I couldn’t help myself. I furiously fingered myself until…
THWAP… CRICK!
I immediately had to clamp my lips shut. Otherwise I would have screamed out loud in orgasm. Then I attacked Ricky in bed, fucking him shamelessly.
After we cleaned up and got dressed, he looked at me in disbelief as we got ready to go downstairs to breakfast. “You’re seriously wearing that?” he asked in astonishment.
I was wearing that same sleeveless dress with the straps. Only I wasn’t wearing a thing underneath. My nipples protruded through the top.
“Why not?” I replied with a lewd grin. “A slut’s got to look good for her hanging; am I right?”
He didn’t respond. But the bulge in his pants told me all I needed to know.
–
After signing the paperwork, I asked the hotel concierge, “I have a couple of questions.”
“Certainly, miss.”
“Can the gallows be rigged so I do a little dance instead of having a long drop?”
“You wish to strangle to death, miss?”
My breath caught in my throat at her clinical description of what I would be facing. I had to force out the words “If you don’t mind.” Both Ricky and that couple gave me shocked yet hungering looks.
She got on the phone and made a call. She told someone on the other end of the line to prepare the gallows for a short drop. Then she hung up before telling me, “It’ll be about ten minutes, miss.”
“Second question,” I panted as I looked at Ricky, Jonas and Beverly. Then I shakily asked her, “Would it be ok if I… if I…?”
“If you what, miss?”
“If I hanged nude?”
“Well,” she mused thoughtfully. “I guess you could call our gallows a ‘clothing optional’ structure.”
“Excellent!” I panted.
I was wet as hell as I pulled the straps down off my shoulders, allowing my dress to fall to the floor. Then I stepped out of it. The only other thing I was wearing was my black heels.
I could feel Ricky and Jonas raping me with their eyes as I picked it up. Then I handed it over to Beverly. “This is for you.”
“Wow!” she gasped as she accepted it with trembling hands.
“Handcuffs please,” I said to the concierge with my hand outstretched.
She reached into that familiar drawer and pulled them out. I took them from her and handed them over to Ricky. “Will you get me ready?” I asked submissively.
He calmly turned me around before clatching my wrists together behind my back. The moment he did, I winced as an erotic shudder rippled through me. I was wet as bloody hell!
Ricky escorted me out the door, Jonas and Beverly in tow as she clutched my dress in her hands. As we headed toward the gallows, we saw a middle-aged man descending the steps. “All set, folks,” he remarked. Then he stopped and stared at me.
“Stick around if you want,” Ricky told him. “This slut’s gonna dance for us in a few minutes.”
This time there was no hesitation in Ricky’s voice. He sounded willing and eager to hang me. His remark made me so wet that I could feel my fluids slithering down my inner thighs.
“So you decided to do the slut dance after all, eh?” he quietly asked me as he led me up the steps.
“I want you to enjoy the experience,” I told him breathlessly. “So before you hang me, I want you to do anything to me that you want up here.”
“Are you serious? With that trio of spectators we have watching us from below? Are you that fucking horny??”
“You have no idea!” I panted as I trembled like mad.
I didn’t know what he was going to do to me once we reached the top. But I still braced myself for disappointment. After all, he really hadn’t wanted to hang me in the first place.
This time the noose was not rigged to unfold like before. Instead, it fully hung down to Ricky’s crotch as though indicating that was as far as I was going to fall. No long drop for me this time. I was going to strangle to death.
Ricky looked at me and then at the dangling noose. My crotch was soaking wet, my fluids trickling down my inner thighs. For a moment I was afraid I was going to die of a heart attack before I even got to hang!
He glanced down at the trio waiting below. Then he unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick. You have no idea what that did to me, seeing it so rigid.
He helped lower me down onto my knees. Then he dangled the noose right there around his throbbing manhood. I dutifully stuck my head through and started sucking.
It was shameful as hell, knowing we were being watched. It was also a bloody thrill. I just couldn’t keep myself from sucking like the sluttiest of whores.
It took no time at all before I got the first spurt in my mouth. Ricky promptly tightened the noose so I couldn’t swallow. Then he pulled out and aimed until the next three spurts hit my face.
I cried out in shameful orgasm. Then he slowly pulled me to my feet, his cum still in my mouth and on my lips. “You lived like a slut!” he said aloud so those down below could here. “Now you’ll die like one!” And with that, he walked over and abruptly pulled the lever.
I had no time to prepare myself. I just cried out as I started to fall. This time, the noose pulled me up short with a slight bounce.
It almost cut off my airway, trapping his cum in my mouth. I immediately climaxed like the whore I was. Then I started kicking and thrashing about. My body was no longer mine to control and it hurt like hell!
My mind screamed, “BLOODY HELL; YOU’RE HANGING NAKED WITH HIS CUM ON YOUR FACE!”A moment later I was humping and cumming up a storm.
My brain held no sway over my motor functions. My body simply fought to live in any way it saw fit. Meanwhile my crotch started squirting and squirting as I kept cumming over and over again. I just couldn’t stop myself!
When I twisted around I discovered I was at eye level with Ricky’s cock. He had it out and was stroking it in my direction. Despite my agony, I found myself wishing I could suck on it one last time.
I kicked and suffered until I finally exhausted myself. The rope tightened until I could hardly pull a sliver of air down my windpipe. My heart hammered in my chest, my internal organs shutting down from lack of blood and oxygen.
I saw that trio looking up at me. Somehow it felt as though the guys were raping me with their eyes. My body humped and shimmied as my struggles finished tightening the noose around my throat.
Drool and cum leaked down my lips as I was turned sideways. There was Ricky stroking again. A moment later he stepped up to me and spurted two shots into my face.
My body hitched and quivered as my vision spiraled away. Was I going to end up dead this time around? I had no idea.
All I knew was one thing. If I woke up in that bloody room again, I was going to fuck Ricky senseless. Then I was going to have him take me around the island to see what else I could experience.
My last thought was in wondering what it would feel like for that scimitar to come down upon my neck. Then my senses shut down.
9/20/25; ed. 3/2/26 (In fond memory of Dottie)