Memoirs of an English Aristocrat
Hangman
(Episode One)
As I write this the war with Napoleon has not yet ended. I look back on an exciting and arousing career as a hangman, with countless hangings of men and women to my credit. It is high time that I set down my reflections and experiences as a hangman for all devotees of this most diverting of sports!
I saw my first hanging of women when I was still a university student. I decided to miss the afternoon lecture to go and see two lusty gypsy wenches, convicted pickpockets both, hang on the old public gallows which stood tall in the town square. A small drunken crowd of “hanging sports” and whores had gathered to witness the hanging and they were in a restless and excited mood. My heart raced and I felt a sweat break out on my brow in eager anticipation of the coming spectacle, a double hanging! Rooms overlooking the gallows had been rented out to couples who could enjoy a vigorous fuck as they watched the hanging women dance on their ropes and swing to and fro. With luck these spectators would cum just as the condemned wretches finished on the gallows!
When the condemned pair arrived, squatting in the back of the rattling old horse drawn cart used for the purpose, the crowd exploded with excitement cheering and cat calling. “Hang the bitches, stretch their necks, lets see them kick the air” were but a few of the comments made! They wore nooses around their necks and had their hands bound behind, to mark them as condemned women on their way to the gallows to be hanged. Clad only in thin ragged shifts, shaven headed and barefoot; these were typical gallows birds ripe for noosing and hanging! I could see they were shapely with fine pert breasts and deep tanned skin from years of farm work. I could not contain my excitement: “Hang them, hang them” I shouted along with the rest of the crowd! Oh how simply exhilarating this all was, although it had hardly started! I could not wait for the hanging to begin! Even the clouds parted and the hot summer sun shone down on the scene as if to register divine approval of a good hanging!
The gallows was a traditional English rough oak structure of two large uprights and a cross beam. It was sufficiently wide to hang up to ten comfortably and high enough to allow the prisoners hanged on it to swing four feet off the ground on the end of five foot of stout hemp. Two course hang ropes dangled tantalisingly from the cross beam, one yard apart, at the end of which had been fashioned two beautiful hangman’s nooses of seven turns each. All was ready for the gypsy wenches lovely long necks to be noosed and stretched as they hanged in public on this fine English gallows.
The cart with its precious cargo for dispatching drew up beneath the gallows. The hangman, clad only in britches top boots and hood, jumped up onto the cart and dragged both wenches to their feet without ceremony! Expertly he noosed each in turn very quickly not giving them time to try and resist. As they felt the ropes put around their necks they knew any further resistance was useless, so they simply pissed in terror! At this the drunken crowd cheered again with more cat calls by way of advice for the women, “kick when you hang, poke your tongue out, shake your tits” and such like. The hangman dismounted from the cart and using a ladder mounted the crossbeam where he took up the rope slack, thus drawing each prisoner up onto her toes. They could breath and were surprisingly comfortable, or so it seemed, in this position. A mixture of terror and excitement caused them to pant rapidly like horses after a gallop; flaring their nostrils in wild frenzy and making their breasts wobble and their nipples harden deliciously! Their dark eyes flashed, as if half mad. Frantically they searched for some rescue that, of course, would never come. Their toes scratched on the floor of the cart like animals in a trap awaiting the hunter who would dispatch them. Already the veins on their necks protruded and their skin below the nooses was pulling into wrinkled patterns. My cock grew iron hard and I too panted with excitement at this fabulous hanging scene that hitherto had only existed as a fantasy! I was about to see two young women hang by their necks upon a gallows until they were dead! Even the memory of that event still makes me grow erect!
The old Magistrate, who loved nothing better than to sentence wenches to hang, was there dressed in his robes and red faced with drink! He began to read out the sentence that he had passed on them in court the day before.
“Mary Jones and Bess Flanders, having…”
“Quiet Please!” bellowed the Clerk of the Court at the restless crowd impatient for the play, in one act, to begin.
“Having been found guilty of the capital crime of theft, you have been hereby sentenced to be taken to a lawful place of execution, there to be hanged by your necks upon the gallows until your bodies be dead. May the Lord have mercy on your souls.”
Turning to the hangman he ordered,
“Hangman, dispatch these felons swiftly and if necessary help them to finish by breaking their necks.”
Thereupon he hurried off to the appropriately named “Gallows” tavern where his favourite whore awaited his hard cock in the best viewing room for the hanging. I pictured them both thrusting in time with every twitch and shudder of the hanging wenches and him spunking just as they finished!
At this point the hangman shouted up at the pair, from his position by the horses head, for any last words.
“Last words ladies? Please keep it clean!”
This invitation seemed to rally their senses and aware of their audience they rose magnificently to the occasion, as can sometimes happen in these circumstances.
“Fucking hang me then you fucking hangman cunt!” Mary spat out the words like a snake would venom! Bess joined in “Strip us naked and let the lads have a good fuck when they see us hang!” “Come on then hangman, don’t you want to see some shaved cunt today, it’ll give you a hard on I wager!”
This was too much for the hangman, a man of some considerable experience in his craft, and he jumped up on the cart and without further ceremony ripped the thin shifts from them exposing their naked bodies for all to see. This caused wild cheering from the crowd and several drunken whores to run to the gallows, pull up their skirts, and show their “wares” to all and sundry.
At this point the condemned wenches began a tirade of taunts and jeers such as:
“Get on with it then, we want to hang now and we plan to cum on the rope, so fuck you hangman!” “I’m going to kick so hard I’ll break your fucking rope, do you hear you hangman bastard!”
As if this were not enough to cause my spunk to start to shoot, and the hanging had not yet properly started, the two drummers appeared! These were Sergeants from the local Yeomanry, resplendent in full uniform, who liked to officiate at hangings. Standing on either side of the cart and ignoring the jeers from the wenches upon it, they began their drum roll of death!
“Ratttattttattt…..ratttatttatttt……ratttattttat…….ratttatttat……
If volleys of musket balls could not unsettle these fine men then the taunts of the noosed and ready gypsy wenches were as nought to them.
Rattatttat………ratttatttattt………ratttatttat……..rattattat……..
How many more of these drum rolls before they would hang? My brain felt like it would burst from the overwhelming excitement!
Ratttatttat…….ratttatttat……TAP!!!
One last tap and then a second of silence! A second of silence that lasted for hours and during which time all the world moved in slow motion. The hangman inched the horse forward one step; the ropes gently tugged the wenches off balance; they pawed at the cart with their toes; thump, my heart raced at one beat an hour! The horse inched a second step, the wenches necks stretched beautifully and their heads bowed respectfully at the crowd. Thump, my heart remembered to beat again. The horse moved one more final step and the wenches were then fully suspended and starting to swing as if they were made of snowflakes; gently beating time: human pendulums for the whole of the rest of their lives!
“Bang!” A pistol had been discharged by a spectator and the report brought me instantly back from my reverie! The swinging wenches were kicking wildly and grimacing as if in some discomfort but not actual pain. My eyes were transfixed by their nakedness and the effect of hanging upon their bodies and faces. They were beginning to dance; that is to jerk and kick as the nooses began strangling them. They were indeed a fascinating and very arousing sight. I became aware of a young pretty woman at my side with long black hair and dressed in a loose chemise that scarcely hid her breasts.
“I love to watch women hang, don’t you?” she said without averting her gaze from the spectacle for a second.
“Oh yes, this is my first hanging you know!”
“Oh I’m the hangman’s daughter and I grew up watching hangings. I love them, they make me wet and hot every time!”
“Do you ever feel sorry for the poor wretches hanging by their necks on the gallows in front of a crowd?”
“Oh no, I would like to be hanged myself, just to try it for a time but not until I die. I have asked my father but he says he will not do it to me. I wish he would hang me! I long to hang and cum on the noose as I swing. I have seen so many wenches, just like these, cum as they hanged.”
“How do you know that they cum when they hang?” I asked in amazement.
“Well let me explain. See how now they are kicking, well this is only the start and they are just fighting the noose with fear. In a few moments they will begin to jig properly.”
She had scarcely stopped speaking when first one and then the other began to quiver and kick in an altogether much more exciting manner! As they did so their grimaces changed to a more relaxed and even bloated expression as they began to sink into a dreamy reverie on the rope, caused by lack of air and blood to the brain.
“See, they are now floating into an ecstasy of pleasure and soon they will cum!”
“How will we know if they do?” I asked.
“Just watch and you will see for yourself”, she retorted!
As if on cue, the two wenches jerked up their legs so that their knees were against their breasts and their toes pointed straight down like ballet dancers on point. They held this pose for a second or two and then dropped their legs and hung limp. A second later and they repeated the pose and again went limp. The effect was electric and by now my cock ached with pain from my hard erection.
“Was that…” I had not time to finish when she simply nodded and smiled in the most alluring way imaginable.
“That is for sure a most satisfying sight, would you not agree, two gallows birds cuming together at the same time! How I long for that experience myself!
But my dear young sir, if you are new to the hanging arts, would you care to meet the hangman and inspect the bodies more closely?”
I could scarcely splutter out my most eager desire for this!
As we approached the gallows with its delightful cargo, the sight of the hanged wenches, swinging so gracefully on the ends of their creaking hemp ropes, made my heart race faster still. What a fascinating sight it is to behold a pair of hanging wenches naked and jerking on a gallows. Their kicking bare feet fascinated me as they pointed their toes earthwards like ballet dancers on point. The faces of the hanged pair were slightly reddened and engorged with their tongues beginning to protrude very slightly from between their white teeth. I especially appreciated the stretching of their necks and the way their heads were slightly on one side as most hanged felons do thanks to the expert positioning of the noose by the hangman. Their eyes flickered and darted with their eyelashes fluttering as if they were bewitched! Their shaved and very beautiful cunts betrayed more than a hint of arousal as sex juices dripped and their enlarged clits protruded in a coquettish manner!
She introduced me to her father, the hangman, and at once I felt that we also had a bond in common.
“How long do you leave them to swing when you have hanged them?” I enquired of him.
“About an hour, maybe a bit less if I break their necks for them.”
“How is that done?” I queried.
He called to his daughter, “Maureen, teach this young hangman here how wenches necks are best broken on the gallows, I’m sure he will enjoy the experience!”
Leading me by the hand Maureen brought me to the first wench, who I believe was the one called Mary Jones.
“Now then we will break this poor wench’s neck as cleanly as we can in this manner. I will catch hold of her right leg like so.” She reached up onto her toes so that she had held of the thigh from behind.
“Now you come round the other way to face me, that’s it, and grasp her other thigh in the same way as I am doing; good that’s very good!”
I could feel the bare foot of the wench against my hard cock and almost came!
“Now on three, pull with all your weight; one…….two…………threeeee!!!!!!”
Crunch…crack…..without the least doubt the neck vertebrae had parted in a most satisfying manner indeed! If she was not already dead poor hanged Mary would be in a few seconds!
“Was that good for you, did it make you nearly cum? I can see you are hard! That is really excellent for a would-be hangman. All hangmen should get hard when they hang wenches!”
I could do nought else but agree!
“Would you like to play another hanging game?” Maureen asked.
“What do you have in mind?” I replied.
“Oil the wench, here let me show you.”
Maureen dipped into a large black bag of ropes and similar items that the hangman, her father, had brought with him. She produced a small earthenware jar from it. Pulling out the cork she proceeded to oil the lower limbs of Bess Flanders who was swinging naked and lifeless on her rope. Soon the hanged girl’s legs, buttocks, shaved cunt and belly shimmered in the sunlight like semi precious stone.
“Now strip off all your clothes, come on now for this is how this game should be played properly!”
A little hesitant at first I obliged as most of the bystanders were too drunk to care about my appearance. Maureen collected my garments and put them neatly in her father’s hanging equipment bag. It was wonderful to feel the air around my naked body and the hot sun on my raging erection.
“Now, to make it a little more difficult let me oil your body too!”
It was wondrously arousing to feel her hands caress and stroke me, including my cock!
“Later on you must fill me with your hard cock and shoot plenty of cum in my cunt…..would you like that? I can talk about hanging women while you fuck me, I’m sure that will please you!”
I gasped out some sort of positive reply as by now my head was near to exploding!
“Now for the game!” she exclaimed triumphantly. All you have to do in order to win the prize, namely me, is to pull the legs of Bess hanging here until we all hear her neck crack!”
I seized the oiled legs of the wench and as I began pulling down I felt them slide deliciously across my groin. At each attempt all I managed to achieve was a wondrous barefoot caress of my hard cock from the gallows wench.
Maureen thought this hilarious and laughed with great glee!
“Here I’ll help you!” At this she slipped off her clothes and joined me in the impossible task of breaking poor Bess Flanders neck as she dangled on the end of her rope! Picture in your mind if you will the antics of two naked hangmen, one of whom is a woman, and the hanged wench being so sorely played with as she hangs by her stretched neck! All three bodies became entwined and as I felt the combination of Maureen’s naked live body and that of Bess Flander’s hanged one on my own I at last came in great spurts of hot spunk over both ladies!
Maureen gave me my reward in the Gallows Inn after a good meal and a couple of bottles of fine wine! She kept her word, regaling me with vivid accounts of many hangings before; during; and after we fucked in a most vigorous and exciting manner. All this, you must understand, was in a room commanding a fine view of the gallows whereupon the two hanged gallows birds swung on their ropes neck stretched and dead until the next day.
Thus began my hangman’s career!
(The present Earl is currently researching the recently discovered archive of his ancestor, the Aristocrat Hangman, and will be publishing more of this unique memoir soon).
