{"id":19014,"date":"2026-09-28T09:40:16","date_gmt":"2026-09-28T15:40:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/riwaslibrary.com\/story\/?p=19014"},"modified":"2026-09-28T09:42:38","modified_gmt":"2026-09-28T15:42:38","slug":"another-angry-moon-request","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/riwaslibrary.com\/story\/?p=19014","title":{"rendered":"Another “angry moon” request"},"content":{"rendered":"

I had no idea Louise\u2019s 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.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She looked at many of the pictures I\u2019d taken in my photo spread, including those of Louise. Then she asked to see my gallows. So I took her down to my basement.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u2019t mind one bit. But I explained that I couldn\u2019t afford to pay her very much, especially as it would depend on how much she was asking for.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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. \u201cThat would be the same price you paid Louise,\u201d she replied with a knowing smile.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I blinked in confusion. \u201cI know what you did to Louise,\u201d she explained. \u201cThat\u2019s why I\u2019m here.\u201d Then she removed all her clothes right there in front of me.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I wasn\u2019t 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\u2019t have a single problem with them.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019ll bounce really good for you; won\u2019t they?\u201d she said with a coy look. I blinked again in confusion. Then I asked once more how much she wanted for this photo shoot.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI want the same amount you paid Louise,\u201d she reiterated. \u201cYou know\u2026 the \u2018Angry Moon special\u2019.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I blinked again. Then it dawned on me. \u201cAre you sure?\u201d I asked as realization set in, along with a stirring in my pants. \u201cOnce a person goes so far, it\u2019s usually much too late to change your mind.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I won\u2019t be changing my mind,\u201d she assured me with a sly smile.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t know why. But the thought of hanging her to death naked made my cock really stiffen in my pants. My bulge became rather obvious.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLet me set things up,\u201d 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.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou like how I look?\u201d she purred seductively.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m trying not to like it too much,\u201d I confessed in reply. She just laughed.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you uncomfortable?\u201d she wanted to know. I told her I was trying to be professional about everything. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou know,\u201d she offered. \u201cI could help you with your problem if you wish.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMy problem?\u201d and I blinked again in confusion.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYour pants,\u201d she explained. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you take it out?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHunh?\u201d But by then, she had carefully knelt right in front of me.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cC\u2019mon \u2013 c\u2019mon!\u201d she insisted. \u201cWe haven\u2019t got all day. You\u2019ve got to get me hanging; remember?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I had quite the load to give her. It wasn\u2019t long before I came in her mouth. Afterwards, a little bit dripped onto her tits as cum clung to her lips.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYummy,\u201d she panted as she rose to her feet. \u201cWhen was the last time a model ever gave you any relief like that?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou would be the first,\u201d I replied with a chuckle as I zipped back up.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She paused to pose for me the moment I started taking pictures of her. \u201cWhat\u2019s with the smile?\u201d I asked curiously. \u201cThe condemned aren\u2019t usually so damned cheerful.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s because the condemned don\u2019t 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.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>
I blushed when I realized I\u2019d made a bit of a mess. \u201cOh, I\u2019m sorry. Let me go get a rag to wipe that off for you.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat won\u2019t be necessary. In fact, I kind of like it. It\u2019s turning me on.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, is it now?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou have no idea,\u201d she admitted. \u201cI came here wanting to escape from the chaos of what\u2019s coming with this angry moon business. But I had no idea it would turn out to be so damned erotic.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMe neither,\u201d I confessed. She just chuckled again.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re really not afraid?\u201d I queried.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She replied, \u201cOh, I\u2019d be lying if I told you I wasn\u2019t all nervous as hell. But I\u2019m also incredibly aroused. So I thought I\u2019d go with that instead.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cWorks for me,\u201d I said to her with a smile. Her cheerfulness was making it easy.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I snapped off a few more photos. Then I asked, \u201cAnything else before I noose you up?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cUh\u2026 why don\u2019t you get something to tie my ankles with.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I shrugged my shoulders. \u201cSure; why not?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I went over and fetched a strap. Then I walked up to her and secured her ankles together. \u201cLike that?\u201d I finally asked when I was done. She nodded quietly.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow do I look?\u201d she wanted to know as she posed for me.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPretty sexy standing there naked like that,\u201d I replied as I snapped off a couple more.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGood,\u201d she panted. \u201cI want to give the customers a good show. Now I suppose you\u2019d better come up here and tighten this noose before you drop me. It feels kind of loose.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>
\u201cForce of habit,\u201d I explained to her as I walked back over to the gallows. \u201cI always leave it loose just to make sure there are no accidents when my models \u2018drop\u2019.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She smiled coyly at me again. \u201cWell, I want there to be an \u2018accident\u2019 when I drop, just like there was with Louise.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo you really?\u201d I ask as I climbed onto the gallows, moving behind her to securely tighten the noose.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s why I\u2019m here,\u201d she panted. Then she backed into me and ground against my growing bulge.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGawd!\u201d she gasped breathlessly. \u201cI wish I could take care of that for you again. But there just isn\u2019t time. I have to get on with the business of hanging for you and your customers.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She writhed and squeezed against my fingers. Then I stepped back. \u201cWas that ok?\u201d I asked carefully. \u201cI don\u2019t want to be accused of molesting anyone.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She chuckled as she told me, \u201cThat was just fine. I kind of enjoyed it. Besides, I don\u2019t think I\u2019m going to be alive long enough to complain to anybody.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s true.\u201d Then I told her, \u201cNow I\u2019m gonna need you to step back off the trap.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStep back?\u201d she murmured, shaking her head in puzzlement. \u201cI\u2026 I don\u2019t understand.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t actually have a drop to my gallows,\u201d I explained to her. \u201cIn her photo shoot, Louise didn\u2019t drop. She stepped off.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe stepped off?\u201d That\u2019s when Cricket showed her first signs of anxiety.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She shuffled back for me until she was off the trap. Then I carefully opened it up for her. That\u2019s when she looked down to notice the opening.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She saw the little wooden platform where my models normally stood as they posed in their \u2018hanged\u2019 look. \u201cThey stand on that while I take pictures of them looking hanged,\u201d I told her. \u201cHowever, 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.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Cricket glanced down again. Now she was breathing heavily. \u201cGawd!\u201d she panted breathlessly. \u201cYou\u2019re gonna\u2026 I mean\u2026 you\u2019re actually gonna make me step off??\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI know your ankles are strapped. But you should be able to accomplish that. Besides, it\u2019s the only way I can guarantee you really want to hang of your own accord.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She gulped and nodded. But I still sensed hesitation. \u201cHave you changed your mind?\u201d I asked compassionately. She just shook her head.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cRight now, it\u2019s dangerous having the noose so tight around your throat. Should you fall through, you\u2019ll definitely hang. That\u2019s why I\u2019m real careful with the models in here. They end up standing on the floor through the trap before I\u2019ll even put the noose back around their necks.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c<\/span><\/span> \u2018You\u2019re careful\u2019?\u201d she repeated quietly. Then she panted, \u201cI mean\u2026 except for those who want to go all the way; right?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLike Louise,\u201d I replied. \u201c…and you, of course. Are you still game?\u201d I wanted to give her every opportunity to back out.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJust 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\u2019s was.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m flattered. You think it was that good?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI think it was. So I want mine to be even better.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJealous are we?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe a little,\u201d she admitted. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOk; suit yourself.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I got down off the gallows and went over to my tripod I\u2019d set up. Then I started taking more pictures of her. Cricket just stood there panting for breath.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHaving second thoughts?\u201d I asked again. \u201cWant me to come up there and set you free?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I\u2019m having thoughts all right,\u201d she panted. \u201cThoughts of having recently sucked your cock\u2026 thoughts of your cream on my tits and my lips\u2026 thoughts of you groping and fondling me\u2026 thoughts of the way you fingered me\u2026 thoughts of how tight this noose is around my neck right now\u2026 thoughts how I\u2019ll be dead in a few minutes\u2026 and thoughts of all those guys out there wanking off to my pictures.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I smiled and chuckled. But I still had to make sure as I asked, \u201cWanna back out?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She paused for a long moment. Then she seemed to fall forward. That\u2019s when she fell off the edge into the opening.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The noose grabbed her, pulling her up short. Her feet dangled through the opening of the trap. That\u2019s when she rasped and gurgled.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u2019t. And she didn\u2019t once try to call out to me to interrupt her hanging.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u2019d enjoyed herself.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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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.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>
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\u2019d told me she wouldn\u2019t be alive to complain to anyone. And I didn\u2019t think she would mind.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u2019t said a word about Louise. So I figured they weren\u2019t going to complain about Cricket.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

7\/9\/25 Inspired by photos from ZW and Retrotek\u2019s House of Gaspers.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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