The Day Sue
Was Hanged!
Sue was one of my servant girls, aged about twenty eight, who worked in the big house on the ranch. Fine limbed with long dark brown hair and flashing eyes; she was as gallows a ripe wench as I had ever seen. I decided it was time for her to hang and dance for me naked on the end of a rope until she was quite dead. I went into her small attic room and slipped a silver Dollar under her pillow.
I waited for her to be brought to me in the grand drawing room by Jim, my negro butler.
“Miss Sue for you
“
“I suspect you to be a thief, and right now we will see if I am right!”
Seizing her by the arm I marched her up to her room and flung her inside!
“Now let us have a look as to where some missing money might be!”
It did not take me long of course to find the Dollar I had put under her pillow earlier!
“Very well Sue, you must realise what this now means. You will be locked in a stall in the stable until tonight. When I come for you at midnight it will be to see that justice is done”.
“You are not going to …..”
“Yes Sue, I am going to hang you by your neck, so prepare yourself for your execution!”
“Oh no, please no
Bong
Bong Bong Bong………
The old long case clock in the hall began chiming the midnight hour very slowly, or so it seemed. I sipped the last of the fine old Bourbon I had been enjoying and got up and made ready to do the little hanging job that was needed. I picked up the well stretched thick hanging rope with its seven turn noose that I had used to hang so many wenches before. How many had it been, I had lost count! Some had been young, some not so young, some white and some black or Mexican. Whatever they had been, they all became dead gallows wenches when I had finished hanging them.
I unlocked the door of the stall with the long black iron key, the locked clattered and the door swung open with a loud creak. Sue lay on the straw, quite naked with her legs wide apart and her right hand was stroking her wet shaved cunt. In the moonlight she looked ravishing and was clearly intent on saving herself from being hanged by means of sexual guile and cunning; a common mistake they all make!
“Ooh
“Why certainly Sue, you may have any reasonable request as befits a condemned wench about to be hanged”.
“Oh no, you can’t really mean it, please
let me live! You can fuck me whenever you want
“But Sue, I want to see you hang and dance for me on the end of a rope. For me that is the best thing there is in this world. A good hanging is even better than a good fuck!”
Stripping off quickly I was in her cunt before you could count to three! She was hot and wet, eagerly fucking with a passion I have rarely found in any gallows wench waiting to take the rope and be hanged. I pulled out at one point and forcing her head between my legs and she began licking and sucking my hard member with eager relish. She licked the drips of cum off me and seemed to delight in the salty taste. I plunged back in and soon came in surging spasms of ecstasy at the same moment as she too climaxed! We both took several minutes to regain our equilibrium!
Now it was time for the hanging to commence!
I threw the rope over a convenient beam and set the noose at about four feet up off the ground. I had with me some cord and I swiftly bound Sue’s hands firmly behind her back. However much she might fight and squirm on the rope, she would not break loose from her bonds. There was a milkmaid’s stool ready for the hanging in the stall, and I positioned it under the noose for Sue to mount.
“Oh no, I won’t be hanged….. I’ll fight you, I won’t be hanged!”
Quickly and without any more ceremony I grabbed the dangling noose with one hand and Sue’s arm with the other. Quick as a flash I had the noose over the now panicking girl’s head and round her neck, taking care to pull her long brown hair through the noose. It was too late and any further resistance would be useless! I cinched the noose with the knot at the nape of her pretty neck and grabbed the free end of the rope and pulled hard!
I drew her up onto her toes and held her there for about a minute. It was not my intention to hang her in this manner, but simply to subdue her attempts at resistance and to make her easy to hang off the stool. She was getting some air, but just a trickle. Her face was turning red and her chest heaved, bouncing her breasts, as she struggled to live in this stressful state that seems to be actually worse than the full process of being hanged. Her fine neck began to stretch, showing off to perfection her lovely big neck veins and arteries! Her long toes scrabbled on the dirt floor making a scratching noise like that of a frightened animal vainly attempting to escape a snare. This was indeed fine hanging sport of the best kind and my cock grew hard at the sight!
Gently I eased her down and she drew in great gulps of air.
“Oh
“That is quite usual Sue, but do not forget that the punishment is death by hanging and not just cumming by hanging”.
At this she scowled as if only slightly annoyed at the comment I had just passed.
“Now step up onto this stool Sue”.
“No, I sure won’t and you can’t make me!”
At this I hauled her up again and this time with a great effort I had her up in the air with her feet flaying about wildly! I let her down slowly.
“Now, Sue step up if you please; right NOW!” I commanded.
Gingerly and with reluctance she surrendered and stepped up onto the stool ready to be hanged. I steadied her by pulling, but only gently, on the rope. She swayed slightly, clearly still light headed and slightly intoxicated from the earlier partial hanging. She shifted her weight from foot to foot and looked around anxiously as if expecting rescue that, of course, would not come. Panting with a mixture of fear and excitement her chest heaved and her breasts wobbled deliciously with fine erect nipples of a particularly big variety. What a superb gallows wench she was and I was eager to see how she would dance for me when she hanged!
Now it was hanging time!
Tying off the rope to a handy metal tethering ring I took care to draw her up onto her toes, but with less tension than before. She was now in a comfortable state, noosed and ready to be hanged, and quite able to breathe normally. I pronounced the sentence to give her a moment to reflect on where she was and what was happening. I did not want her to drift off into a dreamy reverie, I wanted her to relish every moment of the hanging experience that she was about to have. Her eyes met mine, and I spoke:
“Sue, having been found guilty of the capital crime of theft, you are now to be hanged by your neck until you are dead!”
Tears of disbelief and terror filled her darting eyes, but she only made a faint whining noise.
I walked round behind her and waited for a full minute. This was to allow the terror of her situation to come to full realisation. This is an important preparation for a good hanging as a frightened woman will live longer on the rope and dance in a more spirited fashion. Noting that she was panting with fear and drenched in sweat, I put my foot up on her precarious perch! With the words: “now it’s time to hang!” I kicked away the stool as she breathed in and sent the stool clattering across the floor and the condemned wench swinging on her creaking rope!
At the start of her hanging her face grimaced in some pain as the noose bit deeply into her long neck stretching it even further. A delicious choking gurgling noise came from her strangling throat as she fought for air. Still fully conscious, she kicked wildly in a mad fear induced panic. As she began her hanging dance of death I noticed how her fingers and toes twitched; at the same time her shoulders heaved up and down almost as if she were laughing at her situation! Her brow furrowed and her eyes met mine with a look of terror; and also something else that I took to be a flicker of pleasure as well. She pissed and the hot liquid splashed noisily on the floor creating a little puddle as if she were indeed a mare stabled in here for the night! I put a little straw on this to soak it up. After a minute or two her entire body began to twitch and kick on the rope in a spasmodic out of control manner, a fine sight to see and one that many think is the best part of a hanging. Her face changed and became relaxed and slightly bloated. The tongue began to protrude slightly and she dribbled down her chin. Her eyes were now dancing and jerking like her legs and she had the appearance of one possessed by a demon, perhaps she was by the ancient Mayan goddess of the hanged, Ixtab!
She must have lived for a good twenty minutes or more as she hanged; finally just heaving her chest in her death spasm with her arms and legs, fitfully shivering as if she were cold. In her death spasm she kicked up her heels and arched her back as if she were a caught fish on a river bank! To ensure a swift dispatch I pulled on the hanging girl’s legs, wet with sweat, and heard the satisfying crunch as her neck snapped cleanly. As I did this last kindness for her, as if to repay me, she twitched her last thus rubbing her lovely bare feet on my hard cock; thereby making me cum again.
It had been an excellent hanging, one of the best ever! She had died as game as any gallows wench could and had lasted a seeming eternity on the rope. She finished perfectly as well. I left her, hanged and dead, to swing gently and peacefully all night long. In the morning Jim, my butler, would cut her down and bury her cold body, with its stretched and broken neck, out back with all the other hanged wenches.
Now what about that young kitchen negress; I think her name is Bess…….…
