The Day Sue Was Hanged!, BY,Aristo

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The Day Sue Was Hanged!

BY
Aristo


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”.

“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 massa please I beg you massa, don’t hang me please,
please, please!”







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 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.



“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…….…