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Tales of asphyxia-related situations.
Does the new girl want to swing in the noose now? Will Olive encourage her? Or will her boyfriend discourage her? Continue reading →
Loretta plans on hanging herself right after I leave. She shows me where and how she’s going to do it. Does she want me to stick around and watch? Continue reading →
One day she told him she’d researched an old ghost town named Bannack. Supposedly there was a gallows in back of a building formerly named Skinner’s Saloon. Once she found out about it, she told him she wanted to go there and be hanged on a real gallows. But upon arrival, and upon getting set up and ready for action, they soon discover the presence of a couple of voyeurs. Continue reading →
Adele is horny and engages in some risky play to get off. But will she try for one orgasm too many? Continue reading →
Now that Philomena has the noose around her neck, will things get out of hand? Will her friends demand she dangle for a few moments, just to pay down some of her debts? Will things go to far? Continue reading →
She ran off on him. Then she came crawling back when things didn’t work out with her lover. She promised to do anything for him, including “that asphyxia crap”. But he’s not interested anymore. Or is he? Continue reading →
Two sisters are looking for a fuck-buddy for the semester. Milton joins them and they engage in asphyxiation during sex. But will he give in to them when they want him to try the noose for a change? Continue reading →
Philomena volunteers to become a decoration at a party to pay off some debts. But the requirements are that she must be nude… and that she must stand with a noose around her throat. Continue reading →
Yvette gets punished again for cheating. This time she might get the full hanging treatment. Continue reading →
Two freshmen coeds at City U enjoy erotic asphyxiation while pleasuring each other. But if they are not cautious, things could get out of hand. Continue reading →
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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 massa ”, he said as he brought Sue into the
room for her interrogation. She wore a blouse with no undergarment to conceal
her lovely firm young breasts, pert nipples and long noose ripe neck. Her skirt
was a simple cotton one of blue gingham and her pretty feet were bare and ready
for kicking the air. She seemed apprehensive and might have guessed what was in
store! She squirmed nervously shifting her weight from foot to foot as she
wrung her tightly clenched hands behind her back.
“ Massa ,
how can I help yah?” she said with her negress like southern drawl.
“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”.
“Yes Sue, I am going to hang you by your
neck, so prepare yourself for your execution!”
“Oh no, please no massa
please I beg you massa ,
don’t hang me please, please, please!”
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 massa
please fuck me, I want to feel your manhood in me. Let me suck and lick you
first and then shoot your cum deep inside me, I’m hot and wet for you,
please!”
“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 massa , but don’t hang me!”
“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 massa ,
that was wonderful, I never thought that hanging can so arouse a woman!”
“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.
“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!
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…….…

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