I’m a photographer. I take pictures of realistic hanging scenes and post them to a website. Women volunteer to be my models, and I pay them what I can. But I don’t make much money at it.
I’ve had some models who’ve been quite enthusiastic. Perhaps they have a hanging fetish. All I know is they usually get into the spirit of things.
My photography studio is in my basement. I have a small gallows with a brick wall background. It works great, as my customers enjoy the background to the pictures I take. The models enjoy it as well.
I had no idea things were going to take the turn they did. Maybe I should have anticipated this. I suppose it’s because of all this angry moon business.
That big hunk of rock is going to crash into earth someday. I guess the orbit is decaying. This has depressed a lot of people who’ve apparently decided to end themselves before the planet really starts going crazy with quakes and volcanoes and tsunamis and the like.
Anyway, I got this email from a woman named Louise. She asked if I was still taking pictures. I told her I was, and that she was welcome to come visit my studio for a session.
I never expected her to show up the very next day. And she came prepared. She had a rather sexy outfit she said she wanted to hang in.
I took her down to my basement and showed her my setup. She was immediately taken with the whole thing. She actually gasped when she saw the noose dangling there.
She smiled as she turned and posed for me before asking, “Do you like what I’m wearing? Will it work for a hanging down here?”
She was wearing a black top with cups that were see-thru enough to see her breasts. She wore a very short red skirt. And she was wearing lacy fishnet stockings with black high-heeled boots that went well up her calves.
“What’s not to like?” I replied enthusiastically. “Your outfit is perfect!”
This seemed to please her. “Do you really thing so? I mean… will your customers like it?”
“They’re going to love it,” I told her reassuringly.
“Good,” she replied eagerly. “I can’t wait to get started!”
“Ok. Let’s get going then.”
I set up my cameras and started taking pictures. Then I got her into a set of handcuffs. “This is giving me the tingles,” she told me with a smile as she posed for me. I didn’t tell her it was giving me more than that.
I took pictures of her as she climbed up onto the gallows. I got a good one of her eyeing the noose. But the look on her face was not one of fear. Strangely, it was more of excitement.
I took several more pictures as she took up a position on the gallows. I even got a few where the noose framed her face. She remained enthusiastic throughout the whole ordeal.
After I finished snapping pictures, she coyly told me, “I’m ready for my closeup now, Mr. Executioner.” I chuckled as I went forward. Then I noosed her up.
She gasped excitedly as I went back down and snapped off a few more pictures. She spread her legs a little and posed for me. I could tell her nipples were hard as they poked through her outfit.
She looked down at the platform she was standing upon. “How does this work?” she finally asked.
I told her I usually had the model step aside. Then I opened the trap. Afterwards, I would place the model upon the little landing below before taking more pictures as they posed for me.
“I see,” she replied thoughtfully. “So you’ve never really hanged anyone in here for real then?”
“Not at all,” I laughed. “That would be murder. Besides, I would have to find a way to dispose of the body.
“With all the Angry Moon disposal units out there, that wouldn’t be a problem for you now; would it?”
I tilted my head as I looked at her kind of funny. Then I agreed, “No, I suppose that wouldn’t. But that thought has never crossed my mind.”
“I’m surprise it hasn’t,” she replied. “Have you ever hanged anyone by accident in here? Even once?”
“I’m always careful with the rope,” I told her. “I carefully measure it to make sure it’s not strangling the model or anything like that.”
“So no one’s ever fallen through the trap by accident and hanged themselves?”
“No,” I reassured her. “I always make sure the rope is loose enough. I usually wait until the model is in position before I tighten it.”
“Couldn’t you tighten it before your model stepped through the opening? I mean… to make sure she hanged herself?”
I blinked again as I looked at her. “Theoretically, I suppose. But who would want to risk strangling to death in my noose?”
“I would,” she replied with a knowing grin.
“You’re not serious, are you?”
“My affairs are all in order. No one’s ever going to miss me if I die. Hell, no one’s going to be around to miss any of us after the moon hits us; am I right?”
“I see your point,” I told her. “But still…”
“How hard would it be to tighten this noose enough to hang me once I stepped off?” Then she looked over at the cleat on the side of the gallows before adding, “It looks like all you would have to do is wrap it around a few times so it doesn’t come loose. Am I right?”
“I suppose so, Louise.”
“Then why don’t you come up here and try it out, just to take a few pictures?”
I blinked again as she smiled at me. Then I told her, “Uh… what if you fall?”
“What if I did?” she replied with a sly grin. “I’ll bet you’d get some great pictures; am I right? Besides, there’s a certain part of your body that seems really excited about the possibility.”
I frowned and shook my head as I told her, “You leave that ‘certain part of my body’ out of this!”
She just laughed before motioning with her head. “C’mon up here and make things tighter, ok? I wanna make sure you get some great pictures.”
“It’s too dangerous, Louise.”
“But it’s my photo shoot, and I insist. Please?”
Naturally I hesitated. “Pretty please?” she pleaded. That’s when I reluctantly went up to her.
She thanked me as I made the rope nice and snug around her throat. “Just like that,” she panted breathlessly. “Gawd! You have no idea what this is doing to me.” Then she looked at me and grinned as she added, “But I can certainly see what effect it’s having on you.”
“I just take the pictures,” I reminded her.
“Yeah, but you wouldn’t do this if you didn’t love your work; am I right?”
“Oh, shut up.”
I went back to the camera on my tripod and started shooting pictures. “Gawd!” she rasped. “You really do have this nice and tight.”
“It’s what you wanted; am I right?” I replied somewhat sarcastically by using her own words back at her.
“Just one last thing,” she told me. “I want you to take all the pictures you can. Then I want you to put them out for all your happy customers to enjoy.”
“I already plan on doing that.”
“Now I don’t want you to stop me,” she warned. “This is my photo shoot, so this is my request. Just let things happen; ok?”
“Ok… I suppose.” Then she shocked the hell out of me by stepping off the edge into the opening.
The noose immediately tightened, preventing her heels from reaching the bottom through the opening to the trap. Then she started to gawk.
Instinctively, I stepped away from the camera to rush to her aid. “PICTURES!” she rasped, interrupting me from saving her. “TAKE…. PICTURES!”
I had to make myself step back behind the camera. Then I started snapping off photos like crazy. They certainly looked a lot more realistic than the way I usually posed my previous models.
Her head tipped to the side as she looked upward at the top of the gallows. “You ok?” I called out. She just rasped, “KEEP….. TAKING…. PICTURES!”
I snapped shot after shot until she began to wriggle and gyrate. Then she thrust her hips outward. “CUMMING!” she rasped through her pain.
“I’m taking you down!” I declared, even as my erection strained in my pants.
“No! Let…. me…… hang!”
“But…”
“Better than… angry… moon…”
I didn’t know what else to do. So I kept snapping pictures. Besides, it was such a shameful turn-on.
Her eyes closed as she settled down and dangled quietly. Her body gave off the occasional tremor or muscle spasm. There was something in her expression that indicated she had no regrets whatsoever about what she’d done.
I left her there as I took more pictures. I waited until I was sure she was no longer with us. Then I took her down.
I splayed her out along the side of my gallows. Somehow she seemed at peace. Besides, I rationalized it had all been her request.
I finally called the Angry Moon disposal unit. They came and got her for me. They never uttered a peep as to what had happened to her, even though that mark around her neck was a dead giveaway. For them, I guess it was just another corpse to dispose of.
6/17/25 Inspired by pictures by ZW found at retrotek. Based on Naxos’ “Angry Moon” scenario.