Hangman - Part III

"Look," said the hunter to his prey. "What do you see?"

She looked into the mirror at her reflection and that of the hooded man who stood behind her, holding her face to force her to look into the mirror. She was nude. Her hands were bound behind her back and there was a noose around her neck. A ball gag was in her mouth, a steady stream of spittle dripping from it onto her breasts. Her body quivered in fear and he grinned.

"You see a living dead girl, don't you?" he asked. She shook her head frightfully as he stepped back.

From the mirror, she took in the room around her - the tile floor and walls, the urinals, the sinks and the toilet stalls. The stink of typical bathroom smells was strong, her senses heightened by sheer terror. The man yanked on the rope and she found herself hanging several feet above the floor. She flailed at the end of the rope, panic filling her mind as the realization dawned on her that she was going to die.

Her chest heaved and her body continued to thrash at the end of the rope. She sputtered and moaned from behind the ball gag, her cries echoing off the tile walls. Every so often she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirrored wall, her body jerking and spasming as it spun in a circle around the room. Her body began to weaken and her legs came up and down several times in a swimming motion before finally hanging still, her feet twitching as her body spun in an ever decreasing circle. She could hear her pulse thundering in her eardrums, slowing as her life slowly began to slip away. Her bladder emptied and she heard it splatter to the floor below.

Her body hung limp now, spinning quietly from the rope, still but for an an occasional muscle spasm. Reflected in the mirror, she saw the man below, gazing up at her, and wondered who he was and why he did this.

Redness clouded her vision and sparks of lightning flashed across her line of sight. She felt the small jerks of her muscles and wondered how long it would take her to die. She felt the man's hands on her body now, caressing her, fondling her. In the mirror, she watched him insert his fingers into her, felt her body responding against her will, her vaginal walls trying to pull his fingers in deeper, her juices flowing. She heard him moan, saw him bury his face in her cunt and start sucking. Her mind was strangely exhilarated by the sensations she was feeling and despite her situation, a moan of pleasure fought its way past the ball gag. Who knew that being hanged could turn you on? She wished she'd known that before she died. As it was, she had the best orgasm of her life just before everything went black.

Since it was a Friday night that she died, her body wasn't found until Monday morning when one of the men in the building in which she was murdered took a bathroom break. Scrawled in a red lipstick taken from the dead woman's purse was the message, "Mmmmmm...they're getting juicier" signed again by the Hangman.