Bonus story by guest author Rick Jones
Part II
“Have you ever hanged a woman outside of a legal execution?” she asked quietly.
“Why do you ask that?” I asked her.
“One of your stories seemed very real to me; the two girls that were hanged by the short drop method: that seemed so real.”
I smiled. “You think so?”
“I have gone part the way there with that,” she told me. “I know how it feels and I know how it looks. I know the intensity of the orgasm as well. Was that how it was for them?” she asked.
I said nothing.
“A boyfriend did it to me once,” she told me. “We fixed a noose to a beam with a drop of just one foot. I climbed on to a stool and he put the noose around my neck and the kicked the stool away. I was wearing just a pair of cotton panties and he stroked me as I hung there. They were soaking wet by the time he took me down.”
“It is very dangerous to play those games.” I told her.
“Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve always dreamed of being hanged.” Cassie told me. “I’ve been hanged by lovers before, but they always let me back down. Once I was dropped about eight inches, and the feeling of falling was such a rush. I then dropped about a foot, then a foot and a half. Each time, the rush was greater. Strangely, even when the hangman’s knot slapped the side of my head, it was good. Each time I dropped more, I orgasmed more intensely. I begged for a two-foot drop, but my lover refused. He left me soon afterward, saying that he didn’t want to be the one to tell my friends and family how I died.”
“Very wise.” I told her.
“You could do it for me though,” she told me. “Long drop method. Treat me like a condemned girl and execute me.”
“Yes, and I would get life in prison for it too.” I replied.
“No one would know. I have no family to speak of. No boyfriends or even girlfriends,” she continued. “Hardly anyone would miss me.”
“You work.” I told her.
She smiled. “Yes, my boss would miss his blow jobs, but I would leave beforehand, telling him that I was going on a back packing holiday.”
I smiled. “You give him blow jobs?”
She nodded. “His wife hates doing it and I can’t stand her. He’s a good boss anyway so there is no harm in going down on my knees every now and again and giving him a good blow job.”
The restaurant was starting to fill now, and conversation was getting difficult. “Shall we go to one of our cars and talk there?” She asked.
I was all in favour, but I had an erection and I had to wait a few moments. “We’ll go to mine.” I told her.
As we sat inside Cassie asked me again if I would hang her. I told her that she was a beautiful girl and had a lot going for her so why did she want this. All she could say was “I want that ultimate rush.”
I told her that it would kill her, and she said she knew that “I still want it.” She added.
Cassie reached across with her hand and touched my groin. “You could do it.” She said as she squeezed me. “Execute me. Treat me as a condemned prisoner. Take me and hang me” She added.
I could do, I knew that. I had enjoyed hanging the two girls. They wanted it; they had begged me to do it in much the same way. The two nineteen-year-old lovers had a similar fixation. They came to visit me just like Cassie had. I told them to go away, and I would think about it; after three weeks I told them I would do it.
None of them had close family, lived in a one bedroomed apartment, and were only working a couple of part time jobs between them. It wasn’t much of a life anyway. They came over and stayed with me and actually helped me with the gallows. I had built a short gallows for them. The platform was about three feet above the floor. The trap was a simple, single leaf design that ran the length of the front of the gallows. The trap also had a pair of steps at the front, so that the girls stood some 16 inches above the platform. This allowed me to set the noose so that there would be just a 12-inch drop, which would only tighten the noose around their necks.
We did a dry run the day after I had finished it. I hanged them individually leaving them hanging to the point that their feet just began to thrash about for support. Both girls admitted that the experience of feeling helpless had took them to verge of an intense orgasm that they had never experienced before. I fucked them both right afterwards and I can attest to their wet state.
I didn’t give them a specific date or time for the actual execution. I was fucking them both regularly throughout their stay and was enjoying it; I also had to wait for the delivery of an incinerator I had purchased. They knew on the day that it was delivered their time was very short. Two days before I had decided to hang them I prepared the ropes and then on the eve of their execution I made the final preparations on the gallows.
I left them to sleep together without me that night and then first thing next morning I woke them. I made each girl in turn stand naked while I fastened an execution belt around their waists and secured their wrists to it. They stood there silently watching each other getting prepared. “Okay girls this is it.” I told them.
They looked at each other with sadness in their eyes. One of them asked if they could have one more day together but I said no. There was no struggle as I led them by the arm out of the house to the gallows shed. They both stood there at the foot of the gallows for a few minutes staring up at the two nooses four feet apart while I switched on all the lighting. I helped each one in turn to climb the few steps to the platform and then put the noose around their neck, the knot at the back of the head so as not to snap the neck. Both girls watched as I went over to the lever. They were silent but there was a resignation in their eyes. They knew that this was it.
They knew what was coming next as I pushed the lever but even so there was a look of surprise on their faces and a yell as they fell. It was only a few inches, but it was enough to tighten the rope around their necks and so begin the process of their strangulation. I watched them slowly struggle and then begin their frantic kicking. I walked over to them and reached up and touched their sex. They were both very wet; very aroused but I helped them through their final orgasm.
They tried to scream through their orgasms but all that came out were the rasping sounds of their gasps for air. Slowly their struggles subsided, and I pulled away. Pulling up a chair, I sat in front of them and masturbated. Afterwards I went and prepared the incinerator and then I cut the bodies down and put them inside it along with their clothes, belongings and even the sheets from the bed they slept in.
Yes I could do it for Cassie just as I did it for those girls.
I looked at her as she still held my bulge. “Four weeks’ time.” I told her. “Be back here in four weeks’ time. No car, travel by bus. I will pick you up at the same time then.”
Her face lit up.
“One thing though.” I told her. “There will be no going back if you turn up. I will do it.”
She smiled.
“Now give me what your boss gets.” I told her.
Cassie obliged me slowly milking my shaft while she licked and sucked my cock. She seemed to know instinctively when I was ready to cum even before I started to groan; her mouth engulfed almost the whole of my cock and drained every drop of semen from me. If I had never seen her again that blow job would have been well worth everything.
Written by Rick Jones