The Failure Notice, part 1
Josie Dawson receives a notice that she is failing a class. She does what she needs to do.
*Author's Note: *??? is how you write "Eta Nu Gamma" on fraternity buildings. Also notice that the shape of the capital Gamma suggests a gallows.
October
Monday
Josie pulled open the front door of Eta Nu Gamma house and walked into the lounge. Ah, blessed air conditioning! She stopped by her mailbox -- midterm grades should be arriving today or tomorrow, and saw... an envelope with a red border!
What? A failure notice? But my grades have been excellent! How can I be failing a class?
The bunny went up to her room and put the envelope on her desk. She opened the closet, reached up and took down a bottle of 12-year-old Jameson Black Barrel. She poured two fingers into a glass and sipped it slowly, giving it the respect it deserved. About halfway down, she said, "Screw it!" and poured the rest down her throat.
Then she opened the envelope.
October 23, 2045
Josie Dawson
Eta Nu Gamma house
Ms. Dawson,
This is to notify you that you have failed class Ax204: Advanced Asphyxia Techniques. You are required to do one of the following no later than sunset on October 26:
Contact your professor to appeal this notice.
Report to the University Gallows to be hanged by the neck until dead.
Make alternate arrangements.
Yours truly,
Delbert Lawford, Dean of Students=green>
Josie knew what "alternate arrangements" meant. Either withdraw from Dolcett U and maybe get a degree elsewhere, or find an alternative snuff option.
Going away was not even worth considering. Josie was an Eta, with all that implied. But the Uni gallows in the quad meant a long drop and a broken neck. Not what Josie had planned on when she'd enrolled two years and a month ago, and definitely not what she'd had in mind when she'd rushed ???.
Josie poured another small splash into the glass, tasted it, then went down to the lounge. She spotted Lottie Bellamy, the chapter's Treasurer -- also the "fixer".
"Can I ask you...?" Josie whispered.
"Sure." Lottie said.
Josie handed her the letter. She read it quickly, then turned to Josie. "Let's go up to my room and talk about this."
Josie nodded and followed Lottie up the stairs. The raccoon opened the door, gestured for Josie to sit in the desk chair, and sat down on the bed.
"Maybe you should appeal this to the faculty committee."
"No use. Everybody knows Professor Hartley. She's as fair as fair can be."
"So you want help 'arranging it', right?"
"Yes... please. I don't understand why I'm getting an F, but I want to go out properly."
"Well, your first decision is how. Hanging is the obvious thing, but drowning, bagging, and impalement are also popular. Zeta Alpha Pi has a functioning electric chair. And garroting with a long scarf is also popular."
"Hanging is my thing. Definitely."
"The next question is where. Would you like to go off the balcony at the north end of the main room? Or use the fancy gallows in our courtyard?
"Oh, the courtyard. Definitely. Outdoors, part of Eta Nu Gamma, and room for a lot of people to watch."
"Okay. Is Thursday okay? That's the deadline on your F-notice."
"I don't think I can stand to wait that long. How about Wednesday?"
"I can arrange that. Now... It's almost an hour to dinner, that gives you time to get laid, maybe even twice if you're quick about it."
Josie looked around the lounge and spotted Alfie King sitting in the front row. He had rushed Eta Nu Gamma the year after Josie did. They'd been fuckbuddies since right after the midterms. Josie sat down behind the lynx and whispered, "Come up to my room?"
"Why?"
"Why do you think?"
"Oh. Sure."
As soon as Josie's door was closed, she started unbuttoning her shirt. Alfie got the hint and stepped out of his loafers, then started unzipping his slacks. A few minutes later they were both naked. Josie pushed the lynx backwards onto the bed. He was already hard, so the bunny reversed over him and had her mouth wrapped around his dick in less than two seconds.
Alfie responded, licking Josie's labia until they got puffy, then pulling them gently open so he could use his tongue where it would do the most good. Josie pulled off just long enough to say, "Start slow, hon," then went back to work on him.
It only took the doe-bunny a few minutes to bring Hartley off. The lynx writhed as his cock became hypersensitive. "Please stop." he begged.
Josie stopped sucking, just held Alfie's cock in one hand while he licked her clit. When Josie started moaning, the lynx slowly worked three fingers into Josie's not-so-secret place.
The lynx stopped after about fifteen minutes. "I need to go back downstairs: I have a date with Charmaine Traylor over in Tau Sigma after dinner. I'll take her to a movie. By the time that's over I should be able to give her a good time."
"Sure. Go have fun!"
Josie opened her closet and got out the sexiest outfit she could find: a not-quite see-through shirt, and jeans so tight that they outlined her cameltoe. Then she went back to the lounge and got there just as dinner was announced.
When everybody was seated, the chapter President tapped his water glass with a spoon. The conversation quickly died out.
"I wish to announce that one of our members, Josie Derrick, plans to be hanged in the courtyard after lunch on Wednesday."
"Yay, Josie!"
"You go, girl!"
"Show how it's done!"
The insides of Josie's ears turned red. She made a deprecating wave and the cheers and applause gradually stopped.
Osmond Bennett walked up to Josie after dessert. "Are you looking to get--?"
Josie interrupted him. "Yes!"
This time they went to Ozzie's room. Josie started kissing him before the door was closed, then went on to his cheeks, ears, nose, and neck. Josie pulled off Ozzie's shirt and immediately went for his nipples. As soon as he was naked, Josie pulled off her own clothes and lay on the bed with her legs spread. "I'm ready."
The serow jumped onto the bed, slid into Josie, and started thrusting. After a minute, Josie said, "Would you like something really good?"
"Uh... huh!" he panted.
Josie raised her legs into the air. "Put my ankles on your shoulders."
Ozzie did, then resumed thrusting. "Ahhh.... ahhhhh...." It was barely another minute before he screamed "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" and came inside Josie.
"Oh, yeah," Ozzie panted when he was able to talk coherently again. "That was...really something."
"I liked it too. A lot."
"I didn't hear you scream or anything."
"I... you were pressing so hard on my spot that I went somewhere else. I think. I, um, couldn't remember how to make noises."
"Well..." he said.
"Yeah, well... Anyway, I enjoyed it a lot!!" The bunny spent a moment gathering her courage. "Uhhh... Friends?"
He looked puzzled, then smiled. "Sure."
Another pause. "With benefits?"
"Absolutely."
After Ozzie had gotten dressed, Josie put her clothes back on and went back downstairs.
Denise, a blonde margay, caught Josie's eye almost as soon as she got to the lounge and pointed toward the stairs. Josie followed, her nipples starting to swell again. Clothes started coming off before the door was completely closed. Josie licked Denise until she screamed, then Denise did the same to the doe. By the time they'd finished playing, Denise was exhausted. Josie left her on the bed, already asleep, went back to her room and lay down, but woke up again half an hour later.
Josie had no trouble finding partners for pleasure; word of her upcoming hanging had spread around the Eta Nu Gamma house. Sparrow, Clyde, and Tobin were happy to enjoy Josie in three different holes before she fell asleep on top of the covers.
Tuesday
Josie woke up on Tobin's bed with a blanket over her. What? Where am I? Why...? When she turned her head to look, she saw a piece of paper tented on the desk.
I didn't want to disturb you. I've gone to one of the rooms we give guests. Have a great day!
She looked at the clock. An hour until breakfast. A little less, actually. She pulled her clothes on and went down to her room. A quick shower, fresh undies and socks, a glittery shirt that was just a bit too tight, the same jeans as yesterday. She brushed her hair and went downstairs.
Josie walked into the lounge and Kirk walked up to her. "How do you feel about ass-fucking?"
"I love it, but only when I'm in the mood," Josie said.
"And what does it take for you to be in the mood?" he asked.
"A lot of hugging and kissing."
"No prob. There's a nice alcove over here." He guided Josie to a recess with a strategically-placed ficus tree in front of it.
The lion kissed Josie gently, and Josie kissed him back. In a few seconds they had their arms around each other and were exchanging tongues. A couple of minutes later, Kirk put his hands on Josie's butt. The doe responded by pushing Kirk against the wall and grinding her hips against his groin.
"In the mood now?"
"You better believe it! Let's go someplace more private before half the chapter tells us to get a room."
Josie chuckled. "Sure."
Kirk had a room on the ground floor. He led Josie there, opened the door, and gestured for her to go in. He followed her, closed the door, and unbuttoned his senior blazer. He danced around a little, then slowly shrugged out of it. Josie, emboldened by this, slowly unbuttoned her blouse. What ensued could best be described as a slow race; each making a show of gradually removing one item of clothing, then watching the other do the same.
Kirk motioned for the doe to lie down on the bed as soon as they were both naked. He knelt down and licked her pussy, labia first, then clit, until Josie was panting with desire. Then he climbed onto the bed, his 7" erection pointing at Josie.
"Missionary?" Josie asked.
"Sure."
Josie grabbed her legs and pulled them close to her chest, exposing her little pucker to Kirk's view. He squirted some lube onto his cock and spread it around, then used a finger to coat Josie's anus, Then he worked his cock into her.
Josie murred as she felt the lion slide into her. He slid all the way in, then halfway out, and did it again, and again. Kirk changed his angle slightly so that his cockhead would press against the thin wall between Josie's rectum and her cunt.
"Oh, yes!" Josie moaned.
Kirk slid in and out, in and out, each stroke rubbing against that sensitive membrane.
"I need more," the bunny said. "Put your hands around my neck and squeeze."
"Always happy to oblige a nice girl." Kirk put one hand on Josie's throat, then the other, then tightened his fingers and started fucking her harder.
"Oh, yes! Tighter."
Kirk squeezed as hard as he could. A couple of minutes later, Josie was starting to panic for lack of air. She wrapped her legs around the lion's hips and pulled him deeper, let him pull out, and pulled him in as far as possible. And again, and again. Then Josie stiffened. Her mouth opened in a scream, but no sound came out. Kirk hilted himself in the bunny once more, and stayed that way for several seconds, then let go of Josie's throat. He pulled out about a minute later, a last few drops of semen dripping from his cock.
He turned Josie on her side and verified that her chest was moving. He put his cheek next to her nose and felt the puff of air on each exhale.
Josie woke up after about a minute. "Woofff! That was just the absolute best!"
They cleaned themselves up at the basin in Kirk's room, pulled their clothes back on, and brushed their hair into a semblance of order, then went down to the dining room.
After breakfast, Josie went upstairs to indulge in a bit of digestive torpor, then went downstairs again and spotted Cliff Dillon. Josie had been trying to figure out how to get into Cliff's pants -- or vice versa -- since September, when he had rushed ??? and scored the third-longest time ever in the strangling competition for membership. And there he was, sitting in an armchair reading the textbook for Ax1: Introduction To Asphyxia Techniques.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Josie sauntered over and stood a couple of feet in front of the boxer. He looked up after a couple of seconds and registered Josie. "Um, hi."
"I've been trying to think of a cool way to say this, but can't find one. So I'll be blunt. I've heard you like to lick pussy."
"Completely true. Let's go upstairs."
Josie followed Cliff to room 221. As soon as the door was closed, she unzipped her jeans, pulled them down, then her panties.
The boxer pushed Josie onto the bed, crawled between her legs, and started licking. After a couple of minutes, he started flicking her clit with a wet finger, while his tongue explored her folds.
He experimented until he found the right combination of finger and tongue movements to make Josie cry out in pleasure. He continued working her pussy, varying his technique from time to time whenever it seemed she wasn't enjoying it as much.
But after about 20 minutes the doe cried out, "Stop... please stop!"
Cliff looked up at Josie. 'Ummm....??"
"It's too much. I can't take it any more."
"Well, then, I'm happy."
"Can I do something for you in return? A blowjob? Titjob? Anal? Not vaginal, I'm afraid. I'm just too sensitive right now."
"No. I just really enjoy licking girls."
Josie smiled. "Well, if you're sure."
"I'm sure. It was really fun."
They put their clothes back on. Cliff went back downstairs to continue studying. Josie took a long, hot shower and went back to her room to rest up a bit.
When Josie felt like being sociable again, she put on fresh clothes, grabbed a collection of hanging snuff stories and went back to the lounge. She was about halfway through the second story when she became aware of somebody standing next to her chair. She looked up -- it was Ozzie.
"Hi. Looking for some fun?" Josie asked.
He paused, then nodded.
"How about a blowjob?"
He smiled. "Sounds lovely!"
"My room okay?"
"Sure."
Josie led the marmot up to her room, and closed the door. "Go ahead and take your clothes off, then stand with your back against the closet door there."
Josie took her own clothes off, slowly, not quite a strip tease but not exactly just undressing. She looked at Ozzie, who was partly erect. She put one hand on each side of his cock and rolled it back and forth until it was rock-hard. She sank to her knees, wrapped one hand around the base, and sucked it gently into her mouth, then started sliding up and down.
"Oh, yeah!"
"Mmm...." Her tongue caressed the underside. Her other hand reached down to caress her clit -- gently: she was still hypersensitive from Clint's ministrations.
Josie moved slowly, enjoying the taste of his cock and the way it filled her mouth. But all good things must come to an end. In a little less than 10 minutes the marmot was begging for the completion. Josie sped up, and 30 seconds later he cried out as his semen filled her mouth. Josie swallowed, then swallowed again. She pulled off gently, licked the last drop of cum from his tip, and looked up to see a very happy smile on Ozzie's face.
"Wow! You really know how to make a guy happy."
"That's what two years of classes plus homework will do for you. Not to mention just doing stuff for fun."
Josie handed Ozzie's clothes to him, then put her own clothes on. She looked at the clock. "Almost lunchtime. Shall we?"
"Let's."
Lunch was BBQ beef ribs with a green salad and corn bread. Halfway through, a trim-looking junior caught Josie's eye and gestured to himself and the sophomore sitting next to him. Josie smiled and nodded.
Dessert was a choice among three different flavors of ice cream and five different toppings. The morning had left her with quite an appetite, so she was happy to accept extra scoops from them.
Josie sat down in the middle of a sofa. Patrick and Kenyon came and sat on either side of her. "Your place or mine?" she asked.
"Ours. We have a queen bed."
Josie chuckled silently and waved for them to lead her upstairs. Most of the frat was still talking at the table or in the lounge. Patrick took advantage, groping her through her jeans. She returned the favor, squeezing him until he was hard.
Three sets of clothing landed on the floor as soon as the door was closed. A lot of kissing, necking and light petting ensued. But when Kenyon started fingering Josie, she pulled his hand away. "Sorry -- I'm still oversensitive from this morning. But I like it in my ass almost as much as in my vaj.
"Hmmm... Have you ever been spitroasted?" he asked.
"A couple of times in class. Never just for fun -- until now."
Kenyon looked at the seal, who nodded. "We're on, then." He licked her labia gently for a minute or so, then gestured for her to roll over. Josie got onto her hands and knees, with her hands braced on the edge of the bed and her legs slightly apart.
Patrick climbed onto the bed and crawled over to Josie. He spread petroleum jelly on his cock and her backdoor, then slowly pushed the head in.
"Nice!"
He eased further into her.
Josie made a quiet pleasure noise, "Mmmm...
The skunk stood in front of Josie. She wrapped her lips around his cock and sucked it in.
The next few minutes were a jumble of sensations. Sucking on Kenyon's dick. Pleasure from Patrick's cock moving in and out of her ass. Swallowing the skunk's slightly bitter semen. Collapsing on the bed when the seal's hot semen sent her into her third orgasm of the day. And waking up again to the sensation of Kenyon's tongue lightly flicking her clit.
"I... I think that's all I can take right now."
"That's fine. You wanna fall asleep here, or shall we help you back to your room?"
"Umm... my room. I've got stuff to do."
Patrick helped Josie into a flannel bathrobe and down the hall to her room. Josie collapsed on her bed, still panting. "You can return the robe to us later," he said.
After about 20 minutes, Josie got up, opened the Uni catalog to the section she'd been reading, and started putting things in boxes. I have less than a day to get everything packed and labeled for shipping back to my friends and family.
Josie wrote "Osmond Bennett" on one box, unfolded it, and started choosing things that would remind him of her.
Josie was still putting things in boxes when Ozzie pushed the door open. "Hi, Josie. Don't forget, dinner in a few minutes."
"Eeep!! Thanks for reminding me."
After dinner, Josie sat around in the lounge for a while, chatting with her friends -- both old and newfound, -- then went upstairs to do some more packing. About 20 minutes later her phone beeped. She touched the "answer" button. "Hello?"
"Hi, it's Yale.
That was Yale Rush, a senior she'd played around with a few times.
"Hey, Yale, what's up?" As if I don't know.
"Interested in being the filling for a sandwich?"
"With you and Walton?"
"You got it. Room 254."
"Be there in a few."
Josie put two more keepsakes in the Osmond Bennett box, then walked down the hall and knocked on the door.
"It's unlocked."
Josie walked in. Yale was wearing a thin cotton bathrobe. The ocelot was naked on the bed.
"Looks like I'm overdressed." The bunny started unbuttoning her blazer.
Yale flowed up against Josie. "Get comfortable at your own pace. You don't have to catch up all at once." He hugged Josie gently but firmly.
"Okay."
It turned into a game of sorts. Josie gave Yale a kiss, and the flying squirrel returned it with interest, then undid one of her buttons. Walton got off the bed and breathed in her left ear. She returned the favor; he undid another button.
And so on until they were all naked, Walton and Yale were erect and dripping, and all three were breathing hard.
The flying squirrel lay down next to the wall, facing the outside of the bed. Josie lay down facing him, and the ocelot lay down behind Josie.
They fitted things together, then spent another five minutes getting their rhythms matched, and fifteen minutes of moving against one another. When they finally stopped, Josie had had three orgasms and could feel warm cum in both her front and back holes.
They hugged each other for another couple of minutes, then the doe went off to shower and do a little more packing before going to bed.
Wednesday Morning
The bunny woke up early and put a few more things into boxes. Nearly two hours until breakfast. Now what? She got out a silver lamé skin-tight and held it up to the light. There were no tears or stains. She pulled it on, carefully smoothing out the fabric so it wouldn't wrinkle. It still fits: all the food I've been eating hasn't ruined my figure. She went down to the lounge and sat down with the latest issue of the St. Cloud Noose Bulletin. She stared at the hanged girl on the cover for over a minute before choosing a story and turning to page 6 for the details. Murrr. The photos of her kicking are even sexier.
Josie finished the story, then turned back to the front page. She was still vacillating between two promising stories when Ozzie walked in with his arm around a senior that Josie vaguely knew.
"Hi, Josie. Ever been part of a daisy chain?"
"No. I was invited to one last year, but I got crushed by a special assignment for Sx215. You know how that is."
"Yeah. I'm taking it now and the workload is unbelievable!"
Josie nodded.
"Anyway, Niles here thought you might like to try one while you still can."
Josie folded up the newspaper and put it back on the table. "You're right about that. But just three of us?"
"No. Edith, Melissa, and Connell want in on it too."
"I'm in!"
"Good. Melissa and Connell have a king-sized bed in their room. Doesn't leave much space for anything else, but it lets them have a good time with whoever's in the mood."
Josie got up. "Lead the way then."
The first floor room held the bed, two desks, two chairs, and an open space big enough for two students to pass each other -- if they turned sideways and weren't overweight. Melissa and Connell were sitting naked on the bed, kissing and groping each other.
Melissa spotted the newcomers and clapped her hands. 'C'mon, folks. Get naked and join us for some fun."
Ozzie immediately started shedding his clothes, Josie and Niles a few seconds behind, but Josie finished first because she was wearing only two items.
When they were all naked, Connell patted the open space next to the headboard and said, "This party is for you, Josie, so go ahead and take the place of honor -- unless you want something else."
Josie blushed. In what seemed like no time, she was face down with her mouth around Nile's cock and Ozzie licking her clit. Each of the males was getting sucked by a femme and licking a pussy.
Josie tasted Niles's semen some indefinite time later. She swallowed and swallowed again, but kept sucking until the porpoise begged for mercy. Josie stopped, but continued holding him in her warm mouth. Another orgasm hit her and completely rolled over her ability to think.
Things gradually slowed down from there, and the doe let herself sink into a semi-conscious relaxation.
Breakfast was fresh biscuits and gravy, plus breakfast burritos with polish sausage.
After breakfast, Ozzie sat down next to Josie. "I've found somebody who wants to give you a treat you've probably never had."
"Oh, what's that?"
"He wants to go 'around the world' on you."
"Well, I guess this is my last chance. Sure."
The marmot led Josie upstairs to a room with the door open and a very trim-looking lemur sitting on the bed. He beckoned. "Hi. I'm Bowen Fields. C'mon in."
In a few minutes Josie was standing naked on a large bath towel in front of the sink while Ozzie washed her from her neck down to her feet with a warm soapy cloth, rinsed off the soap with a second cloth, and dried her off with the towel.
A minute later, Josie was lying in the middle of the bed, with Bowen pressed up against her front and Ozzie against her back. The lemur was French-kissing Josie, and the marmot was breathing warmly on the back of her neck. Bowen went on to necking with Josie, kissing her ears, eyelids, chin, and the sides of her neck. He slowly worked his way down, spending several minutes on Josie's nipples, then her bellybutton, and giving considerable devotion to her already-wet labia and clit.
Ozzie was sort-of matching Bowen's moves, kissing his way down her back, then down the backs of her thighs, her knees, and her ankles, while the lemur temporarily abandoned her center, kissing her inner thighs, kneecaps, ankles, sucking her toes, and licking the soles of her feet.
Just when Josie started wondering if she could stand any more of this, Ozzie asked, "Switch?".
"Yep," Bowen said.
Ozzie slid down to the foot of the bed while Bowen crawled across Josie, ending up behind her. A couple of seconds later, Ozzie was face-to-face with Josie. "Put your left leg over my right hip." he said. The bunny did, and Ozzie slowly slid into her dripping-wet vagina.
Bowen started repeating the top-to-bottom attentions that Ozzie had given Josie, but concentrating on the most sensitive areas -- the back of her neck, her shoulder blades, the backs of her knees, then up to her butt. Bowen spread Josie's legs apart and started licking her tight little star.
Within seconds, Josie was catapulted into a pleasure she had never felt before. She'd been sandwiched and spitroasted, but the combination of getting fucked and feeling a warm wet tongue on her backdoor was completely new. For the second time this week, Josie was completely overloaded. She lost track of how many orgasms she had, and ended up just staring at the wall without any thoughts more complex than "Yes!" and "Wow!"
A few minutes later she was aware that somebody was washing her off again. She opened her eyes. "Oh. Thanks, Bowen."
"Yeah, well it was worth it. You scream pretty good!"
"I guess I did."
The lemur finished washing Josie and spread a blanket over her. "You look exhausted. Why don't you take a nap. I'll wake you a half-hour before lunch."
"Make that an hour. I still have a few last-minute things to take care of."
"Okay."
After Bowen woke Josie up, she went back to her room, opened her desk and put two more things into the box for Ozzie. She added her junior class ring. He can wear it next year. Then she opened her closet. Her blazer was too big for Ozzie, but it should fit Bowen pretty well. She wrote " Bowen Fields" on a tag, tied it to a sleeve button, and added it to the box. Ozzie will pass it on.
Josie poured about an eighth of an inch of the Jameson into a glass, and held it in her hands to warm it up. She sipped it slowly, enjoying the vapors. When it was gone, she rinsed the glass out, put the cap back on, and added it to box. She looked around the room. _No nothing else special. _ She closed the boxes and sealed them with strapping tape
Then she went down to the lounge, sat down in a chair, and relaxed. In two hours I'm going to hang. For real. I'm going to climb the stairs, and the President will tie my hands and put the noose around my neck. And he'll pull the lever and I'll fall, and the noose will squeeze my neck. And I'll kick and jerk and dance for the my audience. It'll be so sexy!
Ozzie came in, looked at Josie, and sat down next to her. Josie put a hand on his thigh.
"Rehearsing?"
"Just imagining... me, standing on the trapdoor, knowing it will be real this time."
"Yeah."
No time like now... "One other thing. You'll find three boxes in my room. One has your name on it. The other two are addressed to my family back in Wisconsin. You'll see that they get where they should?"
"Sure."
Lottie came over and offered Josie a hand up. "You're our guest of honor today." The coon seated Josie at the head table, between her and Chapter President Devin.
Lunch was Middle Eastern: lentil soup, shirazi salad, babaganouj, chicken shawarma, lamb koobideh, and pita bread, and baklava for dessert.
Wednesday Afternoon
After lunch, Josie went back to the lounge and sat, thinking, her eyes unfocused. Ozzie came over and sat next to her, "Something bothering you?"
"In... less than two hours I'm going do the rope dance in the courtyard with everybody watching. I've done it before, but this time is for real!"
"And...?"
"Something's missing. I know there should be something else, but I can't think what."
"You have an hour and a half. You've had sex nearly every way there is, but maybe there's something you still want?"
"No, I think I've emptied my bucket list on sex. Including something I hadn't even thought to put on the list."
Ozzie hummed quietly, thinking, then looked at the doe. "Close your eyes."
"Okay."
"Imagine yourself taking your clothes off for the last time. Is anything you need?"
Josie answered, "no," without even thinking about it.
"Now you're standing at the door, getting ready to go out to the courtyard where over a hundred people are waiting for you. Anything you want?"
"No."
"You're getting ready to climb the steps to the gallows. Is there anything missing?"
Josie thought a moment. "Still no."
"You're standing on the platform, ready for the noose to go around your neck."
"Still okay."
"You're almost at the edge of the platform, he said. "Your hands are tied and the noose is around your neck with a couple of feet of slack."
Josie thought, started to open her eyes, then closed them again. "I want, no -- need -- somebody inside me. In... in my ass. For the very last time, a cock spreading my sphincter open, sliding in and out. And knowing that when he comes..."
"Is that what's missing?"
"Yes! That's it! Will you do that for me? Fuck my ass, come deep inside me, and have the hangman drop me as soon as you pull out."
"Right," Ozzie said. "I'll arrange it." He trotted off to talk to Devin. He came back a few minutes later. "It's all set up."
"Thanks."
"Getting to fuck your ass, then watch you kick is all the thanks I need."
"Me, too." Josie grabbed the marmot's head and kissed him, hard. "Now I'm going to meditate. Rouse me at ten of."
"Meditate? Before a hanging? I'd expect someone who was afraid to do that, but you..."
"Well, not exactly meditate. Put your hand on my thigh."
Ozzie put his hand on the inside of Josie's left thigh. The doe clasped her hands behind her, closed her eyes and seemed to relax. But Ozzie felt a muscle tighten, under his hand, then loosen. Then again a second later. He transferred his hand to her upper arm, then reached across to put his other hand on her thigh. More tiny muscle movements.
Oh. She's rehearsing her moves. The marmot was only a sophomore, but he'd done enough practice hangings to know what each tensing and loosening meant. Kicking, pulling at the bonds on her wrists... Little tiny kicks now...
Ozzie kept one eye on the clock, while waving away people who came over to wish Josie well,
Ten of two. Ozzie squeezed Josie's thigh, twice. No response. He reached up and grabbed her left arm. Still nothing. He got up, bent over, and kissed the doe on the lips.
"What? Oh. I was fantasizing a really sensuous hanging. But getting kissed is nice too. Is it time?" Josie glanced up. "Yeah. Okay, let's go."
Josie stood up, took Ozzie's hand, and started walking.
"Um. It's traditional for me to lead you, not?"
"Tradition, schmadition. We're going to have fun."
"Yeah, you're right."
Josie opened the door and led Ozzie into the prep room. "Have you ever been in here before?"
"No. I've done a few demo hangings, but those were all off the balcony. Just climb up the stairs, strip, put the noose on, and step off. Got up to two minutes so far."
"Good for you," Josie said. "I've been here once, assisting Piers. Boy, did he put on a show!" She untied her shoes, pulled off her clothes, and dropped them in the bin labeled TERMINAL. "Fold your clothes and put them on a shelf, just like balcony demos."
Once they were both naked, Josie looked Ozzie over. "This is my last show; I want you looking your best." She put her palms around his cock and rotated it left, right, again and again until it stuck straight out and a drop of precum emerged at the tip.
"What else? Oh, yeah." She handed Ozzie a small tube. "You grease yourself and my hole."
"Right." Ozzie applied a thin layer to his cock and spread a more generous dollop onto her sphincter.
"When we get to the steps, you hold my left arm and Devin holds my right, and we make a show of you two marching me up to the platform."
"Yep."
Josie pushed open the courtyard door and walked through. Ozzie closed it behind them, then took hold of Josie's left arm. Devin came over and took her right arm. They walked up the stairs in lockstep while the audience clapped in time with each step. Josie stole a look. There were over a hundred people gathered in the courtyard. As near as I can tell, every brother and sister is here, and most of them brought a lover, a friend, or both.
Ozzie and Devin marched the bunny to the front edge of the trapdoor. The clapping stopped. The silence was surprising. Devin pulled the noose open; Josie bent her head to accept it, and he slipped it around her neck, then pulled it snug. "Is it right?"
"Perfect!"
"Bend forward a little, it'll be easier for Ozzie to get in."
"Right." Josie bent over enough to rest her hands on her knees.
Ozzie took a half-step forward so that his cocktip touched its target. He put a hand on each of Josie's hips and slowly pushed into her hole.
"Yesss," Josie whispered. "Now just enjoy. Don't worry about me, I'll get plenty of pleasure from feeling you cum inside me -- and of course from the noose once I'm hanging."
"I know a little about that." The marmot started sliding in and out, the sensitive underside of his cock rubbing against the front of her anal cavity.
Josie could feel the pleasure building inside her. "Oooh, yeah, that's nice, feeling you move in me."
"Gonna get better." Ozzie moved faster. He kept up that rhythm for a couple of minutes, then sped up again. He started moaning, then cried out, rammed himself all the way in and stayed that way, his hot semen spurting into her intestines.
"Ohhhh... That's the way. Yes!" Josie moaned. I'm so close. If he'd only kept going another few seconds.
The marmot pulled out slowly, leaving a glob of semen on Josie's asshole. Devin quickly tied her hands behind her, walked back onto the platform, and pulled the lever. The trapdoor opened, and the bunny fell about two feet. She grimaced as the rope rubbed her neck raw, leaving a dull red circle of skin.
The crowd started clapping again, cheering, "Josie! Josie! Josie!"
_It's always nice to be appreciated. _ Josie started kicking, her feet going back and forth as if she were running in the air. The cheering got louder. After about a minute, she moved her feet in circles -- as if peddling a bicycle -- for a while, then went back to the running movements. And, yes. The pleasure starting again. I should have no trouble getting what I want.
The doe realized that she could still breathe. Just a little trickle of air. Not enough to make a difference in the outcome. She pulled her knees to her chest, then thrust downwards. The noose loosened for a moment, letting her gasp in a little more air, then the jerked tighter. She did it again. And again. Now her throat was sealed shut.
The clapping and chanting continued "Josie! Josie! Josie!"
She kicked frantically in all directions. The pleasure...More...Please....
Another need was building: the need for air. Josie had been here before, dangling in a noose or strapped to a bed with a scarf around her neck. But this time is different. This time nobody is going to let me down. This time... this time the noose is going to finish its job.
And with that thought she felt the pleasure crest. So good. so very... Ahhhhh!!!
Coherent thought returned after about thirty seconds. Now it was a contest, bunny against noose. A contest she would certainly lose. Her feet were kicking spasmodically, and her hindbrain demanded... _Air... Please air! Just one more breath. _ her arms jerked against the rough rope. No use: the rope was so tight that her hands were going to pins and needles.
There was a high ringing sound in Josie's ears and she realized that she could not stay conscious much longer. I have to...
With an effort of will she took control of her legs and rubbed her thighs together. Faster... Harder...
The pleasure built again. Higher... close... Almost there...
"Josie! Josie! Josie!"
The world around her was turning red. She rubbed frantically and felt a second wave of pleasure overtake her. She was still riding that wave when her awareness faded out.
Josie dangled limp, swaying slightly from side to side as the crowd continued to chant. But Josie could not hear.
Eventually the clapping subsided, followed shortly by the chanting. But the crowd watched until a full half hour had gone by, then gradually went back into the house, talking about how sexy Josie's noosedance had been. Quite a few of the males had a damp spot on one pants leg, just to the side of their crotch, and a few of the femmes wearing pants suit had a similar but smaller spot right at the crotch.
Wednesday Evening
The members and guests were gnawing the prime rib bones or tucking a last little bit of creamed spinach into their stomachs when the chapter President stood up and tapped his glass with a spoon. The room quieted, and everybody put down their forks.
"We now remember Josie Dawson, who gave her life on our gallows for your -- for our -- entertainment and enlightenment."
Two stewards walked around and set a champagne flute in front of each diner. Then they went back to the kitchen and emerged with bottles of champagne. They filled each glass slightly over half full.
"We now celebrate Josie." He paused. "Salud!"
Everybody echoed "Salud!" and sipped their glasses. Conversation resumed, and many had stories to tell about Josie -- her performances in class demos, her intelligence, and most of all her unfailing kindness.
Thursday Morning
Buzz.
Dean Lawford pressed the intercom button. "Yes, Ms. Phelps."
"It's Professor Hartley. She says it's urgent."
"Thank you."
The Dean picked up his phone. "What is it, Professor?"
"I just discovered the most horrible mistake. I sent a fail notice to Josie Dawson, but it should have gone to Joe Dawswell. My TA pulled the wrong card from the file. I need to get a message to Dawson and tell her it's a mistake. I hope I'm not too late!"
"My office received a notification that Josie Dawson was hanged at the Eta Nu Gamma fraternity house at 2PM yesterday."
"Oh. That means..."
"Yes."
"I see. Well... I'll send corrected failure notice to Mr. Dawswell, and of course one for my TA. And I'll arrange my own snuff as well."
"But you're a professor. We don't snuff professors for an innocent mistake, How about giving up your pay for the rest of the year, or something?"
"No. I hold myself to the same strict standard as I do my students and TAs. I should have double-checked that F-notice before I sent it to your office."
"It's your right, but... Will you at least recommend someone to replace you?"
"How about promoting Assistant Professor Wang to full Professor? His students love his lower-division Asphyxia courses."
"I'll ask him to take over your classes for the rest of the year. If he works out, he'll get the promotion."
"I can't really ask for more. Thank you."