Jo entered the kitchen, having just returned from school, to find her brother Steve, his girlfriend Betsy and her mother standing in the kitchen.

"Guess what honey, there's some big news!" her mother announced.

"What is it?" she asked, feigning excitement.

"Your brother and I got engaged!" Betsy replied, holding up her left hand to show the large diamond engagement ring.

"Congratulations!" Jo replied, knowing how happy Steve always seemed when Betsy was around.

"So, Jo," Betsy continued, "I have kind of a big question to ask you"

"Yeah?" Jo replied, suddenly getting a sinking feeling.

"I was really hoping you'd agree to be one of my bridesmaids" Betsy replied. A look of shock and horror overcame Jo's face.

"I...well...I mean" Jo stammered, trying to find the words to say no without being too rude. Her brother glared at her.

"Of course she would like to be a bridesmaid, she wouldn't want to disappoint her brother, would she?" Jo's mother put in, also glaring at Jo.

"Of course," Jo replied after a brief pause, "I would be honored to be your bridesmaid"

"Oh I'm so glad to hear that!" Betsy said, "I know this is a big commitment on your part and I'm so glad you've agreed"

"Of course, I'm happy to," Jo lied, "now I want to go tell some friends." Jo quickly left the room, holding back tears as she speed walked her bedroom. She flopped herself down on her bed and started to cry.

A few weeks later, Betsy held a small dinner party for all of her bridesmaids. In addition to Jo, there were Betsy's three best friends, Sara, Lucy and the maid of honor Hanna. In addition, Betsy's younger sisters Ellen and Mary and Jo's cousin Sally would also serve as bridesmaids. At 18, Jo was the youngest by several years. The dinner was in a small French restaurant, which Betsy rented out for the evening. They sat at one long table, had a big delicious meal with lots of champagne, and there was much talking and laughing. Then, Betsy got to business.

Betsy clapped her hands to begin "Girls, I have chosen the bridesmaids' dresses." Ellen then came into the room modeling the dress. It was a light blue/teal color, with flowing material. The skirt was very short, and the material flowed around the upper body, clinging very tightly to her breasts and leaving little to the imagination. She walked on very high heels.

"I love it," said Sara "they're super sexy!" All the girls laughed and went quickly into small talk.

After they ate dinner Betsy became more serious "I know this is the part that you may not be so crazy about, but I do have to talk about it now."

"We all knew what we were getting into," said Hanna, "we love you and we want your life to be happy."

"I am so glad you are my friends" said Betsy, smiling and rubbing Hanna's shoulder, "you all are the best, and i know you are scared but...here goes." Betsy paused for a moment before continuing.

"Steve and I have decided that the bridesmaids will do 'The Dance'" Betsy said as the room became very quiet. A chill ran down Jo's spine when she heard this, for now she knew how the wedding would conclude. There were a variety of ways that the bridesmaids performed their last duty for the bride and groom. But for the girls that would be Betsy's bridesmaids, it meant they would be slow hanged to death. "Steve and I feel that slow hanging is the sexiest of the choices, and that most of you would want to put on the best show you could for us and the wedding guests."

The gods and goddesses required that couples getting married make a sacrifice. A sacrifice of young women from their family and friends. It would insure happiness and that children would come to the couple. It had been part of society for thousands of years, it insured that all were serious about their decision and nothing was taken too lightly and there was support from family and friends. At one time things weren't so, but things had changed over the centuries to the way it was now. Traditionally bridesmaids were sacrificed by hanging, garroting, crucifying, drowning and in more recent times electrocution, lethal injection and shooting. Betsy had chosen a traditional method, slow hanging.

Jo sat totally still, panicking internally as she realized she would be gagging and choking to death. The idea of sacrificing her life at the young age of eighteen already had her scared, but the idea that she would be choking and gasping her life away in terrible agony was downright terrifying. She had hoped Betsy would choose an easier method, shooting or lethal injection would have been her first choice. But now she new, she was going to be hanged.

A few months later...

The wedding drew near. All the bridesmaids had wrapped up their final affairs, and had flown to the tropical island where the wedding would take place along with Betsy and Steve for one final vacation together. They would spend two weeks there before the wedding. Jo tried to forget that she would never leave this island alive and enjoy the tropical paradise she was in, but this was difficult as she spent most of her time with the other bridesmaids, and they always wanted to stay up all night talking about their past experiences and how honored they were to be bridesmaids.

And of course, they had to practice for the ceremony. Nearly every day, Jo had to stand beneath the arbor, which would serve as the gallows, and practice not panicking as she was noosed and lifted. During the practice sessions she would only be brought to her tip toes and not actually hanged, after all, they needed her alive until the wedding. Still, just wearing her hemp necklace was terrifying. Sara was always willing to help Jo practice. She helped all the girls practice, she actually seemed excited to hang and tried to get the others excited too.

One night, after they finished practicing the ceremony, Sara invited Jo to come to the hotel bar with her, and Jo agreed.

"Two Martinis" Sara said to the waitress as the two sat down.

"I'm not 21" Jo told Sara as the waitress walked away.

"I won't tell if you won't" Sara replied. The two chatted until the waitress brought their drinks.

"So Jo," Sara said as Jo took a sip of her martini and ate one of the olives, "I can't help but notice you don't seem to be enjoying our little vacation"

"Well...I guess not" Jo said, awkwardly looking down at the table.

"Why not?"

"Well, I mean...I'm really happy for Betsy and Steve it's just..." Jo said, trailing off.

"Ah, you're worried about the ceremony" Sara inferred.

"Well yeah, aren't you?" Jo asked.

"Not at all, I'm really excited actually"

"I kind of noticed that but...why?" Jo asked, seeming genuinely perplexed.

"Oh I've always been turned on by slow hanging" Sara replied.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, ever since I was a kid. My hometown has a lot of farmers, and every year before planting season starts a few girls volunteer to sacrifice themselves to ensure there's a good harvest. The entire town turns out to wish them well, my parents would take me every year when I was a kid. I always loved watching and after I went through puberty well...then I REALLY loved watching" Sara laughed.

"Oh...I guess that explains why you always help the rest of us practice" Jo said.

"Oh yeah, lifting the rest of you really turns me on, even though you only go to your tip toes. In fact I'd always planned that if no one asked me to be a bridesmaid by the time I was thirty, I'd volunteer for that ceremony. Good thing I made it just under the wire" Sara replied. There was a brief pause and the two girls sipped their drinks. "Anyway," Sara continued, "I've tried breath play and been choked before. You've got nothing to worry about there, it'll feel great."

"Well I'll still be dead at the end" Jo replied.

"Yeah well, die young, leave a sexy corpse" Sara joked.

"I guess," Jo said, internally thinking that Sara must be crazy, "there's just some stuff I've never done and...now I know I never will."

"Like what?" Sara asked.

"Well...ya know...IT" Jo replied.

"It?" Sara asked, pausing for a moment. "Ooooh, sex?"

"Yeah" Jo replied, shrugging her shoulders and awkwardly looking at the floor.

"Okay, well that's not a tough fix. You're a young, attractive girl, getting you laid shouldn't be a problem" Sara replied.

"I don't know, I've got a week left and...well I've never been able to really talk to guys" Jo replied.

"Please, men are easy, I'm sure you could get one in to bed. I'll tell you what, I'll help you." Sara offered.

"Help me how?" Jo asked.

"Well, look around this bar right now and pick a guy, any guy you think you might want to have sex with." Jo looked around the room for a moment.

"Him" Jo said, pointing to a tall man with dark hair standing at the end of the bar.

"You have good taste" Sara said, then taking an olive from her martini and throwing it at him.

"Oh my god what are you doing?" Jo laughed as the olive bounced off the man's head. He turned around to see what had hit him, to find Sara waiving him over to their table with the toothpick with her second olive still on it.

"Oh my god what are you doing?" Jo asked, suddenly more serious.

"Don't worry, just watch" Sara replied as the man began walking over.

"Uhhh...evening ladies" the man said, now standing over their table.

"Evening, what's your name?" Sara asked.

"I'm Jack, and you are?" the man replied.

"Well I'm Sara, and thiiiis, is Jo," Sara said, waving her arm toward Jo, "we're both going to be bridesmaids at a wedding next week, but Jo here is a little concerned about dying a virgin."

"Oh," the man said, pausing and turning to Jo, "well...I can help with that" he said, a little awkwardly.

"Really?" Jo asked.

"Absolutely, I've got a room right upstairs if you'd like too..." the man said, his voice trailing off.

"Absolutely" Jo said, getting up from her chair and grabbing her purse.

"Have fun" Sara said as the two walked toward the elevators. "Alright, now it's time to get mama laid," Sara said to herself before looking around the room and throwing her second olive at another man at the bar.

Jack and Jo began to make out as soon as the entered the elevator. She was up against the wall and he almost instantly had one hand up her shirt, unclasping her bra. His other hand was up her skirt when the elevator reached his floor. The two practically ran out of the elevator to his room. As soon as the were inside they went back to making out. Jack lifted off her shirt as they collapsed onto the bed. Then, Jo tore open the buttons of his shirt and unzipped his fly.

Jo laid back on the bed, Jack on top of her as the two made out for a few minutes more. Then, she pulled her lips away from his and let out a gasp of pleasure as he pulled down her skirt and panties in one swift motion, and entered her. Jo began to pant and gasp in pleasure as Jack gyrated on top of her. Jo had masturbated before, but this was much more intense than she had thought it would be.

Her panting, gasping and moaning grew steadily until shrieked with pleasure from an explosive orgasm. At nearly the same moment, Jack finished inside of her. The two lay their panting for a moment, before Jack rolled off of her and laid on the bed.

"Oh my god, oh my god" Jo said between deep, heavy breaths.

"So I'm guessing that was good?" Jack asked.

"That was amazing" Jo replied, "thank you"

"No, thank you" Jack replied.

The two laid there a while longer, before having sex again. They had sex a few more times that night before drifting off to sleep next to each other. The next morning, when they woke up alongside one another, Jo asked Jack how long he would be on the island. When Jack told her he would be there until after the wedding, she asked for his phone number and if they could possibly spend another night together, and Jack eagerly agreed.

The next night was the seventh night before the wedding. This was significant because each of the seven bridesmaids, according to tradition, would spend one night with the bride and groom, fulfilling any sexual request they might make. As the youngest, Jo was to go first. Because the groom was her brother, it was decided she would spend a night with Betsy alone. Jo did not relish the thought of that night, as she had never been particularly attracted to girls, and felt Betsy was responsible for her death. Still, it was her duty and she would do it, not wishing to anger the gods or disgrace her family.

In keeping with tradition, Jo wore her bridesmaids dress, and no bra or panties, as she went to Betsy's hotel room. Once there, she found the door left cracked open. She knocked anyway. "Come in and close the door behind you" Betsy called from inside. Jo obeyed.

"Mistress, I humbly submit to be your servant" Jo said, the traditional greeting for this event, as she looked into the room. It was lit only by candles on the night stands and dresser. Betsy stood at the end of the bed, in her flowing white wedding gown, as was traditional.

"Thank you, come here" Betsy said calmly. Jo walked to Betsy, eyes on the floor. Once she was close enough, Betsy put a hand on Jo's shoulder and rubbed it soothingly.

"Lay down on the bed for me? On your back?" Betsy asked. Jo was surprised. She had expected to be given orders, not requests. Still, she laid on the bed as requested.

"A little closer to the end" Betsy instructed. Jo moved herself down the bed so that her legs were hanging off the end. Then, Betsy knelt down at the end of the bed, between Jo's legs. She lifted the front of Jo's skirt onto her belly, exposing her crotch. Then, she lifted Jo's legs over her shoulders, held her thighs with her hands, leaned in, and began licking Jo's pussy.

Jo again gasped in pleasure, throwing her head back and closing her eyes as Betsy went to work. Just as she had the night before, Jo moaned increasingly loudly as Betsy's tongue worked its way around her vagina. Her hands wrapped in tight fists around the bedspread as the pleasure grew more intense. Then, finally, Jo could not hold herself back anymore, and she grabbed the back of Betsy's head and forced it harder into her pussy. She held it there a few minutes longer before again shrieking out from an intense orgasm.

Jo released Betsy's head, then laid back on the bed breathing heavily. Betsy wiped her face, then slowly crawled onto the bed and laid next to Jo.

"That was amazing," Jo said, "I mean, I've never been into girls but...wow"

"Glad you enjoyed it" Betsy replied.

"So was that a demonstration? Is that what you want me to do to you?" Jo asked.

"No. I know you're supposed to be here for me, but...well I know that you don't really want to hang for me" Betsy said.

"Well I..." Jo said, but was interrupted.

"No, I understand. You're so young and I would be scared in your position too. And I am so grateful for this sacrifice you're making for your brother and me that I wanted to repay you in some way. So, I thought we would make tonight all about your pleasure" Betsy explained.

"Does that mean we can do that again?" Jo asked.

"Of course" Betsy giggled.

"Great. And Betsy, don't think that it's cause I'm not happy for you and Steve, cause I am, it's just..." Jo said.

"I totally get it. I mean a few months ago you were young and you had your whole life ahead of you and well...now you don't" Betsy interrupted.

"Well yeah, that's part of it" Jo said.

"And what's the other part?" Betsy asked.

"Well the dying is the biggest part but...you picked a really scary way to die" Jo explained.

"Oh, so you're afraid of hanging?" Betsy asked.

"Of course. It's going to hurt and I'll be panicking and I'll writhe around in front of all those people and..." Jo began. Betsy shushed her and placed a finger over her lips.

"I know it's scary, but it'll be just a few minutes and then it'll be over, and besides, some women really enjoy it" Betsy said.

"I know but...I know our hands won't be bound"

"So?" Betsy asked.

"Well...tradition says that the bridesmaids shouldn't try to interfere with the noose or it'll displease the gods, we have to just keep our hands down by our sides"

"And you're not sure you can do it?" Betsy asked.

"No, I'm not" Jo replied honestly.

"Jo, I think you're stronger than you realize. Plus I think you're actually going to enjoy yourself. After all, the part of the reason your hands won't be bound is so that you can masturbate if you so choose" Betsy replied.

"I know but...I'm just worried I'll be too scared or my instincts will takeover"

"I want to show you something" Betsy said, turning over and reaching into the drawer of the nightstand. She retrieved a small black leather band, which looked somewhat like a collar, with a black box at one end. "This is little toy your brother and I sometimes play with. You feed the free end of the collar into this box and tighten it down" Betsy said, demonstrating. As she fed the belt into the box, there was a clicking sound, "and a ratchet inside keeps it from becoming loose again. So if you can keep making it tighter, but it won't come loose"

"Okay" Jo replied, not sure why Betsy was showing her this.

"The only way to loosen it is to push this button," Betsy said, pushing a button on the black box and releasing the collar, "Sometimes when we're together, Steve puts this around my neck and tightens it down as much as he can. We both really love it, it turns us both on so much"

"Oh, I didn't know you were into that sort of thing" Jo said.

"Well I am, and he never binds my hands when we do this so that I can hit the button whenever I want, but I never do before I orgasm. The last time I actually passed out and he had to undue the collar for me"

"Oh" Jo replied.

"I think if I can do it, so can you, and I'd like you to try it" Betsy offered.

"What!?" Jo asked.

"I want to put this on you and tighten it down. You keep your hands by your sides and I'll begin eating your pussy again. Once you've come you can release it, or I will if you can't. That way you'll know if you'll be able to keep your hands down during the ceremony, plus maybe you'll find out you're into this too" Betsy explained.

"I don't know" Jo replied nervously.

"I'll tell you what, try it just once and if you really hate it, I'll spend the rest of the night eating you out while you just lay here"

"Deal!" Jo replied almost instantly.

"Okay, glad to know I'm that good" Betsy giggled. She then slowly wrapped the collar loosely around Jo's neck. Betsy could see from the look in Jo's eyes that she was still nervous.

"Okay, so I'm about to tighten this down. I'll have to yank it tight, which will hurt. Remember, try as hard as you can not to hit the button, it might be best if you grab onto the bedspread again" Betsy suggested. Jo nodded, and grabbed a big ball of sheets in each hand. Then, Betsy yanked the collar tight. Jo gagged loudly, and yanked hard on the sheets. As her eyes bulged out of her head, she gagged loudly and she tugged hard on the sheets, she desperately fought the instinct to reach up and push the button.

As Jo writhed back and forth on the bed yanking on the bed spread, gagging and sputtering loudly, Betsy crawled down to the end of the bed and positioned herself between Jo's legs. She held down Jo's legs so she wouldn't be kicked in the face, and slowly brought her face to Jo's vagina. "Oh god get to the licking already" Jo thought as a tear streamed down her cheek. Then, she threw her head back and closed her eyes in pleasure as Betsy began licking her vagina again.

Jo laid on the bed, still writhing from asphyxiation as Betsy went to work. Just like the previous time, the pleasure began to build. After a few minutes, Jo was so focused on the sensation between her legs she no longer felt any urge to undo the collar. The room seemed to spin as she squirmed back and forth, and the intense pleasure continued to build. After a few minutes of this, Jo's vision began to narrow. She knew this meant she was on the edge of losing consciousness, which would mean risking death, but still she made no attempt to remove the collar. At this point Jo realized she was not leaving the collar on because she felt it was her duty, but because she was actually enjoying it.

After nearly twenty minutes of this, Jo threw her head back and groaned loudly from the most intense orgasm she had yet experienced, then fell limp on the bed. Betsy, knowing Jo had just climaxed, pulled her head from between Jo's legs and crawled back onto the bed, then sitting over Jo and looking into her eyes. Jo attempted to remove the collar, but found she could no longer move her arms, they were completely numb.

"Oh fuck, Betsy better take this thing off me" Jo thought as her vision narrowed to a single point. Betsy continued to look into her eyes a few minutes more, before reaching to Jo's neck and releasing the collar. Jo was able to move again almost instantly, coughing loudly and then panting heavily. Once she was able to move and no longer dizzy, Jo sat up and rubbed her soar neck, still panting.

"So...how was it?" Betsy asked, sitting up next to her.

"It...it was...oh my god" Jo replied between long, deep breaths.

"'oh my god' good, or 'oh my god' bad?" Betsy asked.

"Oh my god we have to do that again" Jo replied.

"Glad you liked it" Betsy said with a smile.

"Liked it? That was incredible. I didn't even know it was possible to have an orgasm that intense. I mean, I know I was a virgin until yesterday, but still" Jo said, still rubbing her sore neck. Betsy just giggled. "So...give me a few minutes to recover and then...can we do that again?" Jo asked.

"Absolutely" Betsy replied, then leaning in and kissing Jo.

Betsy choked and ate out Jo many more times that night, before the two eventually fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning, Jo and Betsy woke up to sunlight shining in the hotel room window. Jo got up and went into the bathroom, to see that she had a ring of bruising around her neck. She then went back into the bedroom and got dressed, just as Betsy was doing.

"So, you had fun last night?" Betsy asked.

"Oh yeah, that was incredible" Jo replied.

"Glad to hear it. So, are you still afraid to hang?" Betsy asked. Reality suddenly came rushing back to Jo. She had experienced such intense pleasure the night before she almost forgotten that she would be dead in exactly one week.

"Well...yeah" Jo said after a long pause. "I mean, now I know I might actually enjoy the act of hanging but...I'll still be dead at the end of it"

"I know sweetie" Betsy said, walking over to Jo and putting a hand on her cheek, "and I know that's scary. Just remember you're doing this for your brother who you love so much, and that the gods will welcome you with open arms after you make such a sacrifice"

"I know," Jo sighed, "there's just so much I'll never get to do now. I'll never get married and have children like you will"

"I know. And I'm so grateful that your giving that up so that I can have that even though you're so young. Jo, I want you to know I'm going to name one of my children after you"

"Thank you. That's very kind" Jo said.

"I hope you can come to peace with your death" Betsy said.

"I'll try," Jo said, then pausing for a moment, "hey, is there any chance I can borrow that collar for a while?"

"Sure," Betsy smiled, retrieving the collar and handing it to Jo, "just don't try to use it alone and masturbate, you might pass out and die and I still need you alive for the ceremony"

"I won't. When do you want this back?" Jo asked.

"You can keep it for the rest of your life, I'll get it back after the wedding" Betsy replied.

"Thanks" Jo said, then leaving the room. For the rest of the week, Jo spent every night with Jack. She repeatedly asked him to use the collar on her, which he gladly obliged. Then she had him choker her with other things: a belt, shoe laces, electrical cords, his bare hands, etc. She enjoyed it all. A few times during the day, when Jack was usually busy, she thought about going back to her room and masturbating with the collar on, but she had promised Betsy she wouldn't and she stuck to that promise.

The last few days of Jo's life were her most pleasurable. Still, she was scared to die, and sad she had so little time to explore the whole new world of pleasure that had just been opened up to her. Still, it was her duty to die, and she would not displease the gods or disgrace her family.

The day finally arrived. The weather was perfect. The bridesmaids looked gorgeous in their sexy dresses. The bridesmaids gathered for the last time. Tearful goodbyes were said by all. There was much hugging and kissing. Hanna told the bride how beautiful she looked.

"So, looks like someone might have opened up to the idea of asphyxiation" Sara said, playfully rubbing the large dark bruise around Jo's neck as they stood at the end of the isle, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

"Yeah, I guess" Jo replied as she mentally prepared herself for her final act.

"You guess? It looks like you've done a whole lot of it for someone who's not sure about it" Sara replied.

"Well...that's always as part of sex and, more importantly, I'm still alive when it's over"

"Yeah I get it. Well hey, at least you can rub your pussy and have a little fun up there"

"True," Jo sighed, "I'm still scared though"

Music began as the bridesmaids walked up the center aisle between the guests. The groom kissed each bridesmaid as they arrived in the front. They took their places on each side. Then there was a pause, then the brides music began. All in attendance turned to watch the bride walk up the aisle with her father. The bride was beaming with excitement as walked to the front.

"Who gives this woman to be married?" the priestess asked.

"Her mother and I" replied Betsy's father.

The wedding was formal and long. The priestess spoke of marriage and its joys and responsibilities. After an hour the priestess said "the gods and goddesses are pleased with the bridesmaids as there are seven of you. The couple are very blessed by the gift of the lives of these women." The priestess then looked up and down the line of seven women. Then, she stepped in front of Hanna.

"Do you, of sound mind and body, willingly relinquish your life to please the gods and goddesses, so that Stephen and Betsy may know prosperity?" the priestess asked.

"I do" Hanna replied without hesitation. The priestess then stepped to Sara, and repeated the question.

"I do" Sara replied, the excitement evident in her voice. The priestess went down the line of women and asked them all this same question, finally getting to Jo.

"Do you, of sound mind and body, willingly relinquish your life to please the gods and goddesses, so that Stephen and Betsy may know prosperity?" the priestess asked.

Jo stood frozen and silent for a moment. A voice in the back of her head screamed at her, SAY NO! THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE! The guests began to stir and whisper and the priestess raised an eyebrow as Jo stood frozen.

"I do" Jo finally managed to say, silencing the voice in the back of her head. The priestess then nodded, and walked back to Hanna.

"Maid of honor, do your duty."

As the maid of honor, it was Hanna's duty to hang the other six women. Then, Betsy would hang her. The six bridesmaids each moved to their positions under the arbor, and removed their high heels. As they did, seven nooses lowered from the thick flowers atop it, three on each side and Hanna's in the center. Next to each noose lowered a rope, which would be pulled to lift the bridesmaid off her feet. They stood in the order in which they would be hanged from left to right. Jo, as the youngest, would be hanged first.

Jo stood behind her noose, peering through it at all the wedding guests, who were in turn staring at her. She glanced down the row of bridesmaids to see that some had already put on their nooses. She watched Sara aggressively tighten hers down and immediately begin stroking herself. Jo wished she could be like Sara in that moment, unafraid of her impending death.

Jo looked forward again, to see Hanna standing there, peering through the dangling noose at her. Hanna then took the noose and draped it over Jo's head, pulling her hair long red hair through it before tightening it down and resting the coil on her shoulder. The feeling of the noose snug on her neck sent a shiver down her spine, and started a tingling in her vagina. The serious expression on her face and her clenched fists betrayed the fact that she was nervous, so Hanna reached up her skirt and rubbed her pussy. She smiled when she found that it was wet.

"Are you ready?" Hanna whispered. Jo again stood frozen for a moment, then nodded yes. Hanna grabbed the rope that dangled next to Jo, and slowly pulled. Jo began to rise from the platform below the arbor, and Hanna stopped briefly once Jo was on her tip toes. Jo took a deep breath, knowing this would extend her time in the noose.

My last breath Jo thought. Then, Hanna tugged the rope just a little further, lifting Jo's feet about an inch off the floor. As her body weight shifted to her neck, Jo gagged and sputtered and for a moment, every muscle in her body tensed, leaving her hanging completely motionless. All the breath play she had done over the past week had not prepared her for this. The pain was much more intense, but so was the pleasure.

Hanna moved on to Lucy just as Jo began to struggle. Oh god, this is it, you're dying Jo thought as she writhed in agony. Still, she was able to keep her hands down by her side even through the initial moment of panic. For the first few moments of her struggle, Jo's hands stayed at her sides, balled up into fists so tight that her knuckles turned white. Even as Jo panicked and struggled, a warmth and tingling began to build up between her legs.

Jo was able to look to her left to see Lucy was now hanging. As she struggled, Lucy had her hands between her legs and was vigorously stroking herself. Jo wanted to do the same, but she was embarrassed to masturbate before a crowd. Then she looked down the line of women who hadn't been hanged yet. Hanna quickly placed Mary's noose, then yanked her rope, lifting her off the ground in an instant. Mary had also been nervous to hang, and asked Hanna to go as quickly as possible with her. Mary too began masturbating.

Past Mary, Jo could see Sara. Not only had Sara placed her own noose, she was yanking it tight with her right hand and already masturbating with her left. Sara, having been an avid hanging enthusiast, placed her noose perfectly, so Hanna did not need to adjust it. Hanna kissed Sara goodbye as she continued to choke and finger herself, then tugged on her rope. As she was tugged to her tip toes, Sara's hands almost went to try and remove the noose, but quickly went back to her pussy as her feet left the ground.

"Fuck it," Jo thought as she saw the three women to her left thoroughly enjoying themselves. Then, she stuck her hand between her legs. "OHHHH GOD!" Jo thought as she exploded in orgasm. She continued to stroke as she looked over the crowd of wedding guests. She saw a man in the front row point at her. She couldn't here what he said, but from reading his lips Jo was fairly certain he said her face had turned blue.

Jo looked again to the women on her left, to see Hanna looking at her. Hanna smiled and winked to her, clearly glad Jo had accepted her death and began to take pleasure in it. Then, she moved on to Betsy's sister Ellen. Ellen had already placed her noose, and was smiling bravely. Hanna checked the placement of the knot, then lifted Ellen in the air. As her feet left the ground, Ellen began dancing almost instantly, nearly kicking Hanna in the face before she moved on to Steve and Jo's cousin Sally.

As Sally was being lifted off the ground, Jo rotated back to her right and the other hanging women drifted out of view. At this point, she was beginning to slow, having already been hanging for nearly twenty minutes. As an ice cold numbness spread inward from her extremities, Jo managed to keep her fingers in her pussy, which was still warm and felt incredible. After a few more minutes, Jo's body jerked one last time as she was overpowered by the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced, or ever would. Then, she fell limp, her hands hanging by her sides, and her bladder released on the floor.

Jo was still conscious, and here eyes still open, but she was unable to move. Even now, she could feel an incredible pleasure between her legs as the wind made her slowly sway back and forth. At this point, as asphyxia induced euphoria took over, Jo was glad she had been asked to be a bridesmaid. If she couldn't experience this kind of pleasure again, Jo didn't want to live to see another day. Jo tried in vain to bring her hands back to her pussy, before her eyes closed and the darkness took her.

Hanna watched the six other bridesmaids dance for a moment. She smiled when she saw Jo, dangling there dead. She looked very peaceful as she swayed there in the wind. Hanna then turned to Betsy and Steve. Betsy then deeply kissed Hanna and said softly "thanks for everything my old friend".

"Your so welcome have a great life." Hanna replied. Betsy then placed the last noose on Hanna. She then rubbed Hanna's pussy and was delighted to feel it was wet. Hanna then motioned that she was ready. Betsy then began to pull on the rope, and Hanna rose to her tiptoes. Betsy then kissed Hanna once more. Then she pulled again and Hanna's feet left the ground. Hanna couldn't believe how sexy she felt as the rope tightened around her neck. Her toes were only about two inches from the platform as she began to kick as the shock of having little air set in. She rubbed her pussy as the rope strangled her. Her lungs were screaming for air that would never come. But Hanna felt the sexual excitement more. It was well worth it to hang for her friend. She would have a great life with her family.

Hanna looked around at the other bridesmaids. Jo still looked beautiful as the breeze turned her slowly. Lucy's hands were at her sides as she was in her death troughs. Mary was slowing but was still trying to keep her hands in her pussy. Hanna was happy that the girls had not tried to interfere with the nooses. It wasn't a easy thing as the noose slowly choked the air away. In the middle of the ceremony, Steve and Betsy had furious sex as they watched the bridesmaids hang.

Minutes passed. Mary had died a minute or so ago, Ellen was slowing. Sara was still going strong. Its seemed that Sara was born to die in a tight noose. She would have found some way to be hanged had she not been a bridesmaid for Betsy. Hanna was really feeling the effects of the hanging as she was slipping away. Then the blackness came and claimed her.

THE END


EPILOGUE
Ten minutes later it was all over. Sara had lasted as long as Hanna. Steve came in Betsy as Hanna and Sara finally faded away. They were pronounced husband and wife. The wedding party was enjoyed by all.

Steve and Betsy had seven children. Five daughters and two sons. Their lives were blessed with much happiness.

On Steve and Betsy's 25th anniversary, their oldest daughter Hanna got married. Betsy was happy to be chosen as a bridesmaid. She and her youngest daughter Jo hanged beautifully at the wedding.