April's Love
April was watching something in black and white on television when I walked into the family room. It was finally quiet in the house; guests and relatives had finally given final condolences and gone their way. Our parents had been killed in a plane crash some days earlier and the house had been rush of activity since. April acknowledged my entry and refocused her attention on the program.
A tattered man in rags was being enticed to follow a beautiful woman in a flowing gown. It was gossamer with sparkles coming at intervals from the delicate, draping Spanish moss of the surrounding wood. The woman had a billowing scarf looped around the tattered man's neck and was pulling him gracefully forward as she swooped up through the hanging branches. The music was soothing and kind of dreamy.
I took a quick glance at April, fresh from her shower and finally relaxing after the hectic days. As usual she was stunning with her dark hair, dark eyes and creamy skin. We were twins and similar in facial features, but I was seven inches taller than her five foot six inch frame and fifty pounds heavier than her one eighteen.
The music took a turn; louder and faster paced as the woman pulled the tattered man faster through the woods and when they came to a blurry structure, her beautiful face began to age and turn dark. The tattered man took on an expression of disbelief as the woman reached out and wrapped the scarf tighter around his neck. The trees turned to a blur and the woman's flesh disappeared leaving a hideous cavernous skull.
I had only been watching the program for a couple minutes and knew it had to end in just a couple more so I focused all my attention to the screen which now showed the forest falling away faster and faster as the music got louder and faster. As the music rose to the crescendo the structure on the screen became clear. It was a gallows and the trap had just been sprung. The tattered man fell through the door and an instant later the rope became taught. Time seemed to stop in that instant just before the tattered man bounced back and finally hung quietly in twisting circles.
April took a sharp intake of breath and said, "Oh my God!
She had started trembling and her hardened nipples were showing through her housecoat. She looked over at me and saw that the hanging had had the same affect on me and my bulging erection was soon being fished out by my here-to-fore blushing sister. She squeezed it hard and took it into her mouth. I started squirting immediately, but she didn't stop until I was flaccid some minutes later.
"I've never done that before." She confessed. "I don't know what happened. It was just so-so exhilarating. I always get
jellified inside when I see a hanging, but this-"
I was totally spent, but still very excited about the hanging. I reached down and tested the springy mass of pubic hair pushing against April's panties. "Can I see?"
She took off her panties and sat back on the couch so I could see. I had seen pictures before, but mostly shaved. Her pubic hair was profuse and her labia were fat and purplish-pink inside. She showed me each part and told me the name. The clitoris poked through and her pleasure button was the size of the tip of my little finger. It had been leaking a milky fluid which I tasted with my finger. April laid back and I sucked on it until she moaned loudly. When I started to pull away she held my head gently and said, "Please."
We took a long shower together. I fondled her breasts and she stroked my penis as we talked about hanging. We slipped into bed and April guided my swollen penis between engorged labia into a wonderful, warm, slippery place that softly squeezed as I gently stroked, mindful of her every moan of pleasure.
We were on our way to see our attorney when April asked if I had ever heard of a video about executions. She remembered a news item that mentioned some video stores carried it in the adult section. We decided to check it out later.
We left the attorney's office with the information that all in all, our net worth was something between nineteen and twenty-two million dollars and that we were so close to our eighteenth birthday that a guardian would not be appointed.
We didn't find a video store with the video, but we did find some magazines with pictures of hangings. April was thumbing through the pages and suddenly asked me to pull over. "Dean, look at this!"
It was a picture of an open room constructed entirely of wood. It was stark, but it made my heart pound and I got that uneasy feeling in my testicles. From somewhere above, and it looked like quite a distance a single rope hung down to within six feet of the floor. At the end were three coils about twelve inches in diameter which seemed to be tied with fine twine to hold them above the perfectly crafted hangman's noose which was held horizontally with a fine line.
After looking at the photo for some time April squeezed my penis and said she wanted to go home right now. We had sex of one sort or another for a couple hours and talked about the impact the picture of the gallows had on us.
"It's just open to the imagination. Think about really putting a noose-no, a hangman's noose around someone's neck. Adjust it just right and snug it up. Maybe a blindfold or a hood-or nothing! Explain that when the rope goes tight that their neck will snap and stretch.
"I'm really getting giddy. Let's build a real gallows and hang people who need to be hanged by the neck until dead." She was really getting into it now. "You know, drug dealers and wife beaters or child abusers-whatever."
"You know what Jan? I really like you."
Our gallows had been tested with a hundred and fifty pound block of precast concrete dropped ten feet. It was four feet high and about a foot in diameter, necked down to an hourglass shape about nine inches from the top. The necked down area was about six inches in diameter which made it perfect for a noose. After reading everything we could find about hanging, we decided we would test functionally four times before each hanging and if possible let the rope stretch for twenty-four hours on the last test drop.
When we were ready for the first drop I went down stairs to slide the ceiling panels back which exposed the bottom of the trap door. It was three feet square and hinged to open like a rose petal from the center. It was electrically operated and could be sprung from above or below.
The room itself was essentially a family room with easy chairs surrounding a circular pool. Prior to a hanging, a solid pool cover would be in place for viewing of the hanged person.
When I got back to the staging loft we called it. I saw that April had painted a happy face on the concrete weight and had positioned the noose correctly. She had the trap release in her hand and looked over to me for a nod and closed the switch.
It was fast. The doors pedaled open and happy face fell through the opening. The doors locked quietly open and would have to be reset from below after each drop. Happy face came to the end of the rope with a dull thud and swung in a shallow arc. The hemp rope creaked as it swung back and forth adding an electric charge to the moment. My heart was pounding and my mouth was dry. We were ready.
"I don't know how we did it April, but we picked an oddball right off the bat." I said as I ran my hands over Tina's frail looking neck. "She's got a big butt, big tits and heavy thighs-pretty though."
"What are we doing here and why does my neck interest you? I just need to get the fuck out of here!"
"Nice mouth too." April added.
"Just sit tight for a minute and we'll see about getting you out of here." I said, motioning for April to follow me.
The door shut solidly behind us and April turned the lock.
"How do you want to do this?" I asked April.
"Well, the way we do everything. We sit down and discuss it."
"Alright, it's your show then." I said. You want to drop her or just watch her hang from the loft?"
"I'm very excited to watch her hang. I want to see her reaction when she sees the noose and realizes what we have in mind for her. I'd almost like to let her watch the whole routine of dropping smiley face through the trap door."
"I like that idea. Put on your new robe while I get her ready."
April returned to the staging loft to find Tina sitting secured with hand irons to a wooden bench which was in turn secured to the floor. She was gagged and had a black hood over her head. April moved over to the noose and motioned for me to take off the hood. It had to be a shock to see the sinister sight, but there was nothing-nothing that is until April snugged the noose around smiley face. Tina paled and struggled with her bonds.
April pushed the button and the trap opened to let smiley face demonstrate the purpose of all the apparatus.
"Impressed?" April asked. "What, no smart reply?"
"I'm ready Dean."
I reset everything while Tina watched. April put the pretty shape back into the noose and secured it to the small line hanging over the gallows.
"She weighs a hundred-thirty-five pounds. That right Tina? To snap her neck just right and not stretch it over two inches-two inches good with you Tina? Let's see Tina, you're something of a problem this afternoon. I think I better take another look."
April fondled Tina's neck and muttered. "It takes twelve-hundred and sixty foot pounds to break a normal person's neck Tina. At a hundred and thirty five pounds," April punched numbers into the calculator, a drop of -let's see, nine feet three inches."
I looked up wondering what she was going to do. I didn't think Tina's neck would take a drop like that, but I really had no way of knowing.
"Four and a half feet. Let me shorten the coil while you get her ready."
I tied her arms behind her back above the elbows and led her stumbling over to the center of the trap door. April slipped the noose over her head and snugged it to the front of Tina's left ear while I removed the gag.
Tina started sputtering that we couldn't do this at the instant the trap was sprung. It was surprisingly quiet as the rope jerked Tina to a stop. The taught rope swung in a small circle as April silently spooled the hanging Tina to staging level. Her neck had not broken and her eyes were open very wide with apparent disbelief. After a minute or so she started kicking and let out a loud moan. Her face was turning dark and the tight noose was forcing her tongue out of her mouth.
April watched in awed silence and looked away only to find the zipper of my pants and feeling my full erection, seemed satisfied to resume watching. The noose had had enough slip in the coils so that when the rope became taught from the force of six hundred foot pounds it squeezed her neck enough to make the veins stick out like soda straws.
After about fifteen minutes, only a little tic in her fingers belied that it was over. She still swung in a slight circle but even that motion signaled the end. April spooled her down to within inches of the floor so we could watch as we shared an easy chair and drank champagne. She would hang until morning which would come to be a tradition.
Copyright by Michelle (2002).