By guest author Rick Jones
The Hanging of Cassie Barclay – Part III
I did see Cassie again though. Four weeks to the very day I watched her step off the bus with a rucksack strapped to her back. I was excited and yet very sad. It was a waste of a beautiful life.
Over those few weeks our emails had been very sparse at my request, and they also contained very little information about our plans. I wanted her to be sure of what she was doing. After two weeks she emailed me to say that she had given in her notice to her boss and landlord and was taking a back packing holiday. Then the day before her journey she phoned me just to give me her expected time of arrival.
As I waited there for her in my van part of me was hoping that she would change her mind. When the bus did not turn up on time I did think that maybe she had. Other people were waiting as well, and I overheard someone say that there had been an accident and that road was blocked. The bus would be late.
It was late; two hours late to be precise. I climbed out of my van and stood there watching her make her way across to me. I wanted to make her get back on the bus but as she reached me the bus drove slowly past us. This was it.
She kissed me and then I took her to the back of the van and opened it for her and helped her in. Closing the door behind us I told her that I would have to search her again. She handed me her cell phone and I disconnected the battery as before, but I put it in my pocket this time. She tipped her bag on the floor for me, and I rummaged through the contents as before. Then she emptied out her rucksack. An MP3 player was followed by a pair of jeans, two tops and a small jacket and a few pairs of panties and two bras. Her worldly possessions were strewn on my van floor.
All except the clothes she was wearing, of course, which garment by garment was being removed for me. As she knelt on the floor in front of me completely naked I picked up her pink cotton panties. They were warm and very damp. I told her to get dressed and I gathered up all her belongings and put them in her rucksack. As soon as she had finished I told her to turn around. Taking one wrist and then the other I fastened a pair of handcuffs to them. “Cassie Barclay you have been sentenced to death and I am now taking you to a place of lawful execution where you will be hanged by the neck until you are dead. Do you understand?” I said sternly.
Her whole body trembled. “Yes Sir.”
The journey back to my small holding was about an hour. Cassie sat in the back silently throughout the whole journey. I had no idea what was going through her mind, but I could imagine that her panties would be getting wetter and wetter. My cock was hard throughout the journey just contemplating what I had planned for her.
Once we arrived I helped her out of the van and led her to the house. She turned and looked at one of the barns. It was almost by instinct that she knew that in there was the gallows that I would hang her upon. “When will my execution be?” She asked me with a tremble in her voice.
“You will be given one hour’s notice when it is time.” I told her. “But today is Tuesday. You won’t see be seeing another one.” I added.
Cassie legs almost gave way.
I already had a day in mind. It had long been planned in my mind. I had even bought the clothes that I wanted her to wear for the occasion. Meantime, there would be other processes to go through for her and the first was to get her settled into the room I had prepared for her. It would be more appealing than a prison cell but all the same it would have a lock and key.
She seemed surprised when I took her into her room. On the bed were a couple of yellow t-shirts, both of which I had judged would just about cover her bottom. There was also a pack of seven pairs of yellow panties, a pair of flip flops and finally a large white towel, a bar of soap, a sponge, a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste.
I looked at her face as she surveyed each item. I knew that her fate was starting to sink in.
On a small chair in the corner was a black refuge sack. I picked it up and tossed it onto the bed. “I want you to strip naked, Barclay.” I told her. “All your possessions including jewelry will be put in the bag for immediate incineration.” I added before removing her hand cuffs.
I stood and watched her strip. Her hands were trembling as she undressed. I watched her put all the clothes she was wearing into the bag along with the watch and a dress ring she was wearing. She then took her rucksack and handbag and placed those inside as well. With trembling hands, she tied up the sack and handed it to me.
“Pick up your towel and things and follow me to the shower room.” I told her.
I led her to a small bathroom and showed her inside. “You can take a shower while I dispose of this.” I told her holding up the bag.
I took the bag down to the incinerator with the intention of destroying it along with her body. Somewhere deep down inside though, I wondered if she would call a halt to things. And I also wondered how I would react to that. For the moment she seemed resolute even though I was making things seem as final as possible for her.
She had finished showering by the time I got back. I watched her toweling herself down. She was very beautiful, and I wanted to fuck her but I held back. When she had finished I took her back to the room and told her to put on a t-shirt and a pair of panties. Again, I watched her as she dressed, and found it hard to hold back my sexual desires.
As it was early evening, and I was feeling hungry I then took her down to the kitchen and together we made a chili and sat down to eat. Up until then I had kept everything formal between us, just like a warder and prisoner relationship. But it was getting extremely difficult to keep it up especially seeing her dressed in that t-shirt and panties.
As we finished our meal in silence she reached across with her hand and touched mine. “Look I know that we have to keep things formal, but you can fuck me if you want.” She said quietly. “I think we both need some release, don’t we!”
I took her to my bedroom, and we fucked almost non-stop for a couple of hours. Cassie was rampant; I had never known a girl so wet and never known one to orgasm so many times. Afterwards I took her to the bathroom and then to her bedroom and locked her in.
I awoke her the next morning, calling her by her surname. I told her to shower and dress. When she had finished I cooked us both breakfast and then I took her to the barn. She must have thought that it was time for her execution because she asked if it was now. But I reminded her about what I had said the day before. What I had in mind was getting her to assist me with the execution preparations.
On the barn floor in front of the scaffold were three coils of one inch Manila hemp rope. “Select a coil and bring it with you.” I told her.
She never asked any question as she picked up the middle coil. It was heavy and she did struggle as I led her to a large stove in the next barn. On it lay a pot of water already heating up. I took it from her and placed it inside. There was an inquisitive look on her face, so I told her that I was preparing her execution rope. “I will boil it for a few hours and then leave it to cool.” I explained. “It then needs to dry out overnight and then it needs to be stretched overnight.”
“So, I have at least two more nights then?”
“At least two more nights.” I told her.
Over the next two days I made her help me with further rope preparations. We hung it over the gallows the first night to dry. Then on the second night I tied one end onto the beam and the other end to a sack of weights before opening the trap door of the gallows. Cassie shook with the sound the doors made. “You will hear that sound only once more.” I told her.
She was rampant in bed that night. I had exhausted myself with fucking her, but she wanted more .She lay on her back and masturbated herself. I had never seen a woman masturbate before, but I doubted if many would have been as intense as hers.
On the Friday morning we loosed the rope from the weights and then I made a noose at one end of it. Cassie sat and watched intently as I made each coil, thirteen in all. When I finished I then took her back to the house and made her step on the bathroom scales. She weighed just eight stone and two pounds. As she stood against the wall I took a tape measure and measured her. She was around five feet five inches.
Cassie followed me back to the barn and watched intently as I fixed one end of the rope to the gallows beam and measured off the drop. She stood on the gallows for a few moments; feet over the trap door and the noose almost touching her face. There was a faraway look in her eyes. “Everything is ready for me then?” She said to me softly.
“Yes.” I told her.
“I don’t want to be blindfolded.” She told me.
“I wasn’t going to anyway.” I replied.
I could see she was lost in thought.
“Will it be morning, afternoon or evening?” She asked.
I took her arm and led her away from the scaffold. “I have already told you.” I said. “You get one hour’s notice.”
The next couple of days were tense and taut. Every time she saw me every time I went to her room she would tense up. I knew that she was expecting me to tell her that it was time. Each time I could also sense a relief when nothing had been said.
I had already decided that it would be Sunday when I would hang her; Sunday morning at eleven o’clock to be precise. On Saturday evening I made us both a nice meal and we had a glass of wine with the meal. Afterwards we went to my bedroom and made love for a couple of hours and then at midnight I took her back to her room.
I awoke early that morning. I was nervous. I had never been nervous for a hanging before; well, apart from my very first. I went to the barn and checked over everything. Then I went to my wardrobe and took out a bag with the clothes I had brought for her to wear for the occasion before I went to her bedroom. My hand trembled as I put the key in the lock.
Cassie on the other hand showed no sign of nerves as I first stepped into the room. She smiled and stretched her hands into the air and yawned. She then saw the look on my face and the bundle of clothes in my hand. She knew that it was time. The smile vanished from her face. “It….it……it’s now then, is it?”
I said nothing as I placed the clothes on the bed. “If you will bathe and dress in these clothes Barclay please. Your execution will be at eleven o’clock.”
She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. I left her for a few minutes and heard her go to the bathroom. When she came from the shower I went to her room and handed over her makeup bag. “You can put some on if you wish.”
“Thank you.” She said softly.
“Would you like anything to drink?” I asked her.
“Can I have some water?” She asked.
I went and fetched her a glass of cold water and took it to her. “I will be back at ten fifty-five.” I told her.
Our eyes met for a few moments before I left the room. I tried to detect some kind of pleading. I wanted her say that she wanted to stop. But she said nothing. “Thank you for the clothes.” She said as she turned away. “They look very nice.”
She would look nice in them, very nice and sexy too. A simple short but flared black dress, black bra and panties, and a black suspender belt with black stockings. There was also a pair of black stiletto shoes. I had also bought myself something for the occasion as well, a black cotton cassock and a black cape.
As I dressed I wondered what was going through her mind. I was both sexually excited and sad. I was about to take an innocent life. I wondered if she felt the same; I wondered if she was regretting things now; I wondered if she wanted to reconsider.
At exactly ten fifty-five I pushed the key into the lock of her door. She was sitting at the dressing table, and she jumped to her feet startled as I stepped inside. I knew that seeing me dressed as I was had frightened her. But she managed to compose herself.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
She stood in front of me with her arms at her side. “Yes Sir.” She replied, glancing down at the black restraining belt in my hand.
She said nothing as I stepped forward and stood behind her to fasten the belt around her waist. She offered no resistance as I placed each wrist into the restraints. But I could feel her trembling.
“Cassie Barclay it is time for your lawful execution. Do you wish to say anything before I take you to the gallows and hang you by the neck until you are dead?”
I felt her beginning to go faint, and I held her by the waist for a few moments. “Can I have a sip of water please?” She asked.
I reached for the glass and held it to her lips. She gulped the remainder of the water. “Would you like some more?” I asked her.
“No Sir.” She replied looking into my eyes.
Even through the mask I could fully feel her penetrating look. “Thank you Sir for your kindnesses.” She said. “I am sure that you will carry out your duties with the utmost efficiency.” She added.
I took her by the arm and began to lead her out of the room. “Can I ask how you will dispose of me afterwards?” She asked.
“I will take your body down from the gallows at midday and I will incinerate it.” I told her.
“Thank you Sir.” She replied.
The rest of the walk to the barn was slow and in silence. The only sounds were those of her heels on the gravel. Once inside I felt her wobble as she looked up from the bottom of the stairs and saw the noose.
I steadied her for a moment before walking her up the steps. Those few seconds seemed like an eternity. It was almost as if the whole world stood still.
There were no words as I led her to the trap door, just the sound of her heels and our heavy breathing. I took a small leather strap from my pocket and bent down and tied her feet together at the ankles. Then I stood up and took hold of the noose.
Cassie bent her head forward, and I placed it around her neck. As I tightened the noose around her neck and moved it so the knot rested on her left shoulder I felt her breathing get heavier. She glanced at me and caught my gaze for a final time, pursing her lips together before looking right ahead. Cassie was ready to be hanged.
I moved past her to the leaver and removed the pin. As I held onto the lever I looked at her face once more. There was no movement, just a stare into the space ahead of her.
I pulled the lever back and the door opened. Everything happened so fast. There was a loud clang, her body fell, and her dress rose up to her waist.
She gave a yell and a there was a simultaneous sound of a crack and the twang of the rope. For a moment I just stood there unable to move. Cassie was gone and all that remained was the rope slowly swinging from side to side.
I sat down on the floor for what seemed like ages still clinging onto the lever. The rope had stopped its movements now, but I still stared at it. When I finally gathered up the strength to stand up I walked over to the trap door and looked down. She was there at the end of the rope her head resting on her shoulder. It was clear her neck had snapped.
I went back to the house and had a large whiskey before I looked up at the clock. It was midday. As I had promised her I went back to her body to take it down.
There was a pool of water on the floor under her feet. I ignored it as I lifted her lifeless body and undid the noose. Ten minutes later her body and all that remained of her was in the incinerator including the rope I had used, as well as my cape and cassock.
I stood staring at the flames for a few moments deep in thought. I wondered what it had been like for her. Did she experience the ‘ultimate rush’ she craved? I would never know, but I knew that I was going to miss her.
The sound of my telephone ringing broke my thoughts. I rushed back into the house. It was the Malaysian Penal Authorities. I had to smile, as they had an execution they wanted me to conduct. But there would be none that would ever compare to the hanging of Cassie Barclay.