Born to Hang
Taken into Kawazi family since she was six, Nazli was treated just like the
rest of the women of the house. Her older step brothers mostly ignored her but
Nazli was interested in listening to what they had to say to each other about
girls. Nazli realized that all her older brothers agreed that females were good
for two things, fucking, and dying on gallows or by some other means. When Nazli
and her brothers attended execution by hanging in the nearby town, Nazli felt
one of her brothers grab her neck from behind and point at the waiting nooses.
“I hope to see you swing here one day, Nazli,” he said to her. “Rope will make
your pretty neck look better.” Nazli didn’t say anything, just stood and watched
the gallows. Her brother’s fingers squeezed her neck, not much but just enough
for her to feel a little pain. Four men and four women were escorted out of a
prison house and made to wait until the truck pulled under the gallows and
stopped. The victims were all young, in their early 20's. Their hands were tied
behind their backs but their legs were left free. “Who are they?” asked Nazli.
“Kurds,” replied her brother. “They had been stealing from the villagers and now
they will pay the price for it.” The Kurds were made to climb into a truck and
guards slipped the ropes around their necks and pulled them tight. The truck’s
engine was activated and the truck pulled away. Eight young bodies became
suspended by the neck and the crowd cheered. The hanged Kurdish men and women
bounced against each other as they started their dance of death. Still feeling
her brother’s hand around her neck, Nazli watched the thrashing bodies and
kicking feet. The ropes started to stretch the necks of the dying victims and
Nazli for one moment imagined herself strangling beside them. The thought
excited her and she felt warm and wet between her legs. As the Kurds continued
to strangle, Nazli observed big bulges forming under the men’s trousers. No
longer able to control their bodies, the hanged started to vacate their bladders
and bowels. Big yellow spots spread from bulges of the dying men and brown slime
poured down the twitching legs of the Kurdish females. The ground under them
soon became wet and slippery. Brown piles of fecal matter lay in puddles of pee.
And still the hanged bodies continued to twitch for several more minutes.
Finally, they stopped moving. The crowd waited until the doctor examined the
hanged bodies and dispersed. Nazli knew they will hang until dawn. When they
returned home, the older brother that held her neck during the execution came to
Nazli’s room. “How do you like the hanging?” he asked her. “I don’t know,”
replied Nazli. “What will happen to them after they cut them down?” “The bodies
will be washed and sold to men who enjoy dead bodies,” replied older brother
touching Nazli’s neck and taking her by the throat. “So if I decided to strangle
you right now, I would do the same to you, Nazli. “Do you want to be strangled?”
“Will it hurt?” asked Nazli. “A little. But I am going to strangle you slowly
and not to the death. I think your neck is meant for hanging, so maybe we will
hang you and film how you strangle in the noose. But before we do all that, I
will have you, Nazli.”
Nazli tried to resist when he started to undress her and realized that he was
too strong. In one minute she was naked and he was kissing her, and touching her
smooth, young body. Nazli’s chest was still flat, but she found his touch to be
pleasing. When he reached between her legs, she spread her legs and felt him
rubbing her there. Something long and hard pushed inside her and she felt a
brief pain. He pushed deeper and started moving in and out of her. Nazli moved
too, feeling his hands around her neck. She felt him squeeze her neck and felt
her tongue pushing out of her mouth. Her brother pulled out and grabbed the back
of Nazli’s head. What was inside her was now pushing into her mouth. It was wet
and slippery and thick. Nazli took it all and it filled her mouth. She sucked it
and felt another brother entering between her legs. All four of them were
enjoying her now. Nazli felt them shooting inside her and two times they
finished in her mouth. When they were satisfied, they left, leaving her naked on
the bed and wet with their juice. Nazli slept well after this wild night
dreaming of her lost virginity. The next day after breakfast, the four brothers
drove her to a remote location, where they found an old house with an old water
pipe under the ceiling. They brought ropes, camera on tripod and a wooden crate.
Nazli was ordered to take off all her clothes and her body was rubbed with oil.
One of her brothers tied her hands behind her back with a piece of rope and The
others prepared the noose and threw the rope over the pipe. Nazli felt familiar
wetness between her legs and waited. The rope swinging in front of her was thin
but strong, used to tie the supplies to the back of a camel. The brothers turned
the camera on and pointed it at Nazli.
“Now, Nazli,”said the older brother, repeat after me, I Nazli Haraz voluntarily
gave my body before legal marriage and I am guilty of this crime. I am a whore
and deserve to be hanged.”
Nazli repeated and was helped to stand on a crate. The noose was slipped around
her neck and adjusted so that she would strangle slowly. The camera recorded
everything,. Nazli felt the crate being kicked from under her feet and her body
falling and jerking to a stop. The noose tightened slowly around her neck but
Nazli didn’t feel much pain. But when it started to hurt, she started to kick
and thrash violently, choking noisily until the rope closed her windpipe
completely. Something liquid poured out of her but she barely felt it trickling
down her legs. The images of her four brothers became dark and soon Nazli was
dead. Her body twitched in its death throes for another minute and she slowly
relaxed on her rope. The brothers waited until all movement stopped, cut Nazli
down, cleaned her with rags and enjoyed her body one more time. When they
finished, they left her there with a rope around her neck and her stomach and
mouth full of their semen. Nazli was born to hang and she died well.
Copyright by A. Babekova 2004