I had no idea Louise’s pictures would prove to be so popular. They were out barely a week before I got another email from someone who went by the name of Cricket. She wanted to come in and participate in a photo shoot with me.
I set up a time for her. She came in a couple days later. When I asked for her name, she told me to just call her Cricket.
She looked at many of the pictures I’d taken in my photo spread, including those of Louise. Then she asked to see my gallows. So I took her down to my basement.
After she looked all around, she told me she loved the simplicity of my layout. Then she told me she was ready for her photo shoot. I said I had the time and that I could fit her in immediately.
She surprised me by asking if I could shoot her in the nude. I told her that would be ok with me and that I didn’t mind one bit. But I explained that I couldn’t afford to pay her very much, especially as it would depend on how much she was asking for.
She gave me a sly grin as she told me I would be more than able to afford her price. Curious, I asked what that price would be. “That would be the same price you paid Louise,” she replied with a knowing smile.
I blinked in confusion. “I know what you did to Louise,” she explained. “That’s why I’m here.” Then she removed all her clothes right there in front of me.
I wasn’t sure how to react as she finished undressing before standing there naked in front of me wearing only her black heels. Then she asked me how I felt about her sagging tits. I told her I didn’t have a single problem with them.
“They’ll bounce really good for you; won’t they?” she said with a coy look. I blinked again in confusion. Then I asked once more how much she wanted for this photo shoot.
“I want the same amount you paid Louise,” she reiterated. “You know… the ‘Angry Moon special’.”
I blinked again. Then it dawned on me. “Are you sure?” I asked as realization set in, along with a stirring in my pants. “Once a person goes so far, it’s usually much too late to change your mind.”
“Oh, I won’t be changing my mind,” she assured me with a sly smile.
I don’t know why. But the thought of hanging her to death naked made my cock really stiffen in my pants. My bulge became rather obvious.
“Let me set things up,” I blurted out hastily. Then I went around making sure the camera on my tripod was all set up. She just stood there waiting for me, that same sly smile on her face.
I finally brought a set of cuffs over. She did not resist in the slightest as I cuffed her wrists behind her back. Actually, she seemed quite enthusiastic about the whole thing.
“You like how I look?” she purred seductively.
“I’m trying not to like it too much,” I confessed in reply. She just laughed.
“Are you uncomfortable?” she wanted to know. I told her I was trying to be professional about everything.
“You know,” she offered. “I could help you with your problem if you wish.”
“My problem?” and I blinked again in confusion.
“Your pants,” she explained. “Why don’t you take it out?”
“Hunh?” But by then, she had carefully knelt right in front of me.
“C’mon – c’mon!” she insisted. “We haven’t got all day. You’ve got to get me hanging; remember?”
Once again, it took a moment for it to dawn on me what she was suggesting. So I hesitantly unzipped before pulling out my dick. She immediately latched onto it with her mouth, hungrily gobbling me down.
I had quite the load to give her. It wasn’t long before I came in her mouth. Afterwards, a little bit dripped onto her tits as cum clung to her lips.
“Yummy,” she panted as she rose to her feet. “When was the last time a model ever gave you any relief like that?”
“You would be the first,” I replied with a chuckle as I zipped back up.
She laughed as she walked over to the gallows. Then she carefully climbed the stairs while I went over to the tripod and the camera.
She paused to pose for me the moment I started taking pictures of her. “What’s with the smile?” I asked curiously. “The condemned aren’t usually so damned cheerful.”
“That’s because the condemned don’t always get to suck off their executioner, much less have his cum hanging off her lips and staining her boobs. That makes me feel special.”
I blushed when I realized I’d made a bit of a mess. “Oh, I’m sorry. Let me go get a rag to wipe that off for you.”
“That won’t be necessary. In fact, I kind of like it. It’s turning me on.”
“Oh, is it now?”
“You have no idea,” she admitted. “I came here wanting to escape from the chaos of what’s coming with this angry moon business. But I had no idea it would turn out to be so damned erotic.”
“Me neither,” I confessed. She just chuckled again.
She stepped up onto the platform in her heels. Then she posed in front of the noose. It dangled right in front of her as I snapped off a few more pictures.
“You’re really not afraid?” I queried.
She replied, “Oh, I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t all nervous as hell. But I’m also incredibly aroused. So I thought I’d go with that instead.”
“Works for me,” I said to her with a smile. Her cheerfulness was making it easy.
I snapped off a few more photos. Then I asked, “Anything else before I noose you up?”
“Uh… why don’t you get something to tie my ankles with.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Sure; why not?”
I went over and fetched a strap. Then I walked up to her and secured her ankles together. “Like that?” I finally asked when I was done. She nodded quietly.
I climbed up onto the gallows. I went behind her where I carefully looped the noose around her throat. Then I climbed back down to go take more photos.
“How do I look?” she wanted to know as she posed for me.
“Pretty sexy standing there naked like that,” I replied as I snapped off a couple more.
“Good,” she panted. “I want to give the customers a good show. Now I suppose you’d better come up here and tighten this noose before you drop me. It feels kind of loose.”
“Force of habit,” I explained to her as I walked back over to the gallows. “I always leave it loose just to make sure there are no accidents when my models ‘drop’.”
She smiled coyly at me again. “Well, I want there to be an ‘accident’ when I drop, just like there was with Louise.”
“Do you really?” I ask as I climbed onto the gallows, moving behind her to securely tighten the noose.
“That’s why I’m here,” she panted. Then she backed into me and ground against my growing bulge.
“Gawd!” she gasped breathlessly. “I wish I could take care of that for you again. But there just isn’t time. I have to get on with the business of hanging for you and your customers.”
Something made me wrap my hands around her from behind, groping her mounds. She gasped and moaned. Then I reached down and fingered her slit.
She writhed and squeezed against my fingers. Then I stepped back. “Was that ok?” I asked carefully. “I don’t want to be accused of molesting anyone.”
She chuckled as she told me, “That was just fine. I kind of enjoyed it. Besides, I don’t think I’m going to be alive long enough to complain to anybody.”
“That’s true.” Then I told her, “Now I’m gonna need you to step back off the trap.”
“Step back?” she murmured, shaking her head in puzzlement. “I… I don’t understand.”
“I don’t actually have a drop to my gallows,” I explained to her. “In her photo shoot, Louise didn’t drop. She stepped off.”
“She stepped off?” That’s when Cricket showed her first signs of anxiety.
She shuffled back for me until she was off the trap. Then I carefully opened it up for her. That’s when she looked down to notice the opening.
She saw the little wooden platform where my models normally stood as they posed in their ‘hanged’ look. “They stand on that while I take pictures of them looking hanged,” I told her. “However, your noose is just as tight as the one Louise wore. That means once you step off, the rope will pull you up short. Thus, your feet are not going to reach that platform down below.”
Cricket glanced down again. Now she was breathing heavily. “Gawd!” she panted breathlessly. “You’re gonna… I mean… you’re actually gonna make me step off??”
“I know your ankles are strapped. But you should be able to accomplish that. Besides, it’s the only way I can guarantee you really want to hang of your own accord.”
She gulped and nodded. But I still sensed hesitation. “Have you changed your mind?” I asked compassionately. She just shook her head.
“Right now, it’s dangerous having the noose so tight around your throat. Should you fall through, you’ll definitely hang. That’s why I’m real careful with the models in here. They end up standing on the floor through the trap before I’ll even put the noose back around their necks.”
“ ‘You’re careful’?” she repeated quietly. Then she panted, “I mean… except for those who want to go all the way; right?”
“Like Louise,” I replied. “…and you, of course. Are you still game?” I wanted to give her every opportunity to back out.
“Just get back over to your camera and start taking pictures before I change my mind; ok? I want this photo shoot to be every bit as good as Louise’s was.”
“I’m flattered. You think it was that good?”
“I think it was. So I want mine to be even better.”
“Jealous are we?”
“Maybe a little,” she admitted.
“Ok; suit yourself.”
I got down off the gallows and went over to my tripod I’d set up. Then I started taking more pictures of her. Cricket just stood there panting for breath.”
“Having second thoughts?” I asked again. “Want me to come up there and set you free?”
“Oh, I’m having thoughts all right,” she panted. “Thoughts of having recently sucked your cock… thoughts of your cream on my tits and my lips… thoughts of you groping and fondling me… thoughts of the way you fingered me… thoughts of how tight this noose is around my neck right now… thoughts how I’ll be dead in a few minutes… and thoughts of all those guys out there wanking off to my pictures.”
I smiled and chuckled. But I still had to make sure as I asked, “Wanna back out?”
She paused for a long moment. Then she seemed to fall forward. That’s when she fell off the edge into the opening.
The noose grabbed her, pulling her up short. Her feet dangled through the opening of the trap. That’s when she rasped and gurgled.
I immediately began snapping photo after photo. A part of me was tempted to call out to her asking if she wanted me to save her. But this time, I didn’t. And she didn’t once try to call out to me to interrupt her hanging.
She put on quite a show. And her boobs did bounce quite a bit. It was so erotic that my cock ached in my pants.
After a while, she finally settled down. Cricket eventually dangled quietly, her head tipped to one side. There was a faint smile on her face that made me hope she’d enjoyed herself.
I shot a couple more photos of her dangling. Then I went up to her and swung her body around. I wanted to get photos of her backside.
After taking more photos, I went back up to the gallows. I climbed up and went over to her. Then I started feeling her up. After all, she’d told me she wouldn’t be alive to complain to anyone. And I didn’t think she would mind.
I finally had to go off to a corner and masturbate. I stared at her the entire time as I jerked one off. Then I called the Angry Moon disposal unit. After all, they hadn’t said a word about Louise. So I figured they weren’t going to complain about Cricket.
7/9/25 Inspired by photos from ZW and Retrotek’s House of Gaspers.