By the Neck

I was 11 when the older boys from our village started to get interested in my neck. I was aware that it would be a few years before they would start to get interested in the rest of me. During play, boys would sometimes wrestle me down on the ground and started playing with my neck. Sometimes the play was serious and the older boys would take a long time caressing my throat, asking me to swallow so they could feel it, squeezing my neck a little and tell me how beautiful my neck and throat was. But they were not the only ones who liked me. A man named Akim who made the ropes for the villagers also took interest in me. And he offered to pay me just to touch my neck. Of course, I allowed him to do with my neck anything he wanted. I was excited and scared having a man's hands around my neck. Akim's fingers were strong and I wondered what I would do if he decided to strangle me to death. Being strangled or hanged was something that excited all the girls. In our village young brides wore symbolic ropes around their necks that symbolized punishment for infidelity. A husband had the right to hang or strangle his young wife for any reason. Slowly squeezing my neck, Akim looked at my face. I felt pleasure from the way he squeezed my neck. He knew how to do it and I wondered if he ever strangled women before for real. Reflexively, my tongue was coming out and I saw that Akim was pleased. I pushed my tongue out all the way and Akim kissed it and sucked on it.
He released my neck and said, "When a woman is strangled, her tongue doesn't come out all the way like that. It comes out slowly. You have a very beautiful neck, Alafeh. And you have a pretty face too. I like you very much." "I like you too, Akim," I said. "You never been with a man before," Akim asked. "No," I said. "But I heard some of the boys talking about girls. They think that girls are born to be fucked and strangled sometimes."
"Its true," said Akim. "When I was younger, I saw a bandit raid on a village. The bandits shot all the men. All the females in the village were then raped and hanged. After they left, I enjoyed the bodies of the hanged. I had sex with them. I had many young girls and women to choose from." "Having a warm dead girl must have been good," I said. "Yes, answered Akim. I spent one week in the village enjoying their bodies. When they started to smell, I took what I could and left."
"Akim," I asked, what happens to a girl when she is hanged?" "Hanging is a ritual," said Akim. "Ancient Bedouins sometimes hanged naked slave girls by the neck from a tripod. A hole would be dug in the ground to catch the shit and piss from the strangling slave. This was done to please the spirits of the desert. Only women and girls who have nice necks are chosen to be hanged. Hanging stretches their necks, making them more beautiful when men have sex with their dead bodies."
"Akim," I asked, "if I was to be hanged, will you watch me?" "I will watch you," Akim answered. "You can hang me if you like," I said. "But if I hang you, you will die," said Akim. "We can have a secret game," I said. "I would like to know how it feels to be hanged." "I will hang you after your 12th birthday," said Akim. "Here is your money."
One month later I was kidnapped by two young men, sons of a merchant named Aziz. I found myself sitting in the truck with ten other young girls. They looked Pakistani or Indian and they all looked scared. The truck delivered us all to a remote old building. We were brought into a room where a group of men examined our bodies and necks and then we were told to strip. The men raped all the girls and three men had me. I felt their thick penises enter me and after some time of thrusting and pumping, they all finished by delivering hot, sticky fluid into my belly. It was the first time I was made to suck a man and although I was forced to do it, I was fascinated that suck a strong and thick organ could fit into my mouth. I swallowed a lot of semen and when they left us alone, I could see the other ten, naked girls lying on their mattresses, their smooth, young bodies glistening with sweat, legs spread, white semen on their faces. They all were breathing hard and finally relaxed. We were given towels to clean our faces and loins. One by one we were called out into the next room. None of the girls came back and I knew why when my name was called. Two men escorted me into a room, where the naked bodies of young girls were dangling from an improvised gallows. Some of them were still twitching and their necks were stretched just like Akim explained. I looked at their faces and wondered if I was going to hang beside them. Apparently, there was only a room for nine girls on the gallows. I was ordered to kneel and a garrote cord was slipped around my neck. One of the men unzipped his trousers and having no choice, I took his penis in my mouth and started sucking. Even before the man finished, they began to strangle me. The pain was incredible and I blacked out after struggling for several minutes. My last feeling was my mouth being filled and one of the men saying," she is dead." They removed the cord from my neck and pushed me on the ground. I didn't know why I was still alive, but I did my best pretending to be dead. Lying on the floor, I witnessed the other remaining girls being slowly and efficiently garroted until they all soiled themselves and stopped convulsing and gurgling. Their deed done, the men left in two cars, leaving the corpses behind. When I recovered, I looked at the dead bodies. I didn't know these girls, but they looked good and sweet in death. I remembered what Akim did to the hanged women and decided to do the same. Very carefully and slowly, I kissed the faces, necks and bodies of the hanged girls. I licked between their legs and sucked at their bulging tongues. When several days later I found Akim, he nursed me back to health. I told him what happened and showed him the rope burn on my throat. Akim didn't mind that I was no longer a virgin. When I turned 14 he asked my relatives to marry me. At age 15 I was pregnant with Akim's first child. At 20, we had two sons and two daughters. When we went to bed, Akim loved to kiss the cord burn on my neck before entering me. During the intercourse, he would squeeze my neck and I would feel the pleasure of his hands on my throat. As I sucked his beautiful, thick penis, I thought about our daughters. One day they will become women, get married and will go to bed with their husbands wearing a traditional noose around their throats. It was a good custom. When Akim came into my mouth, I thought about the hanged girls and envied them for the way they died. But I was happy and I was still alive and young. Maybe I will ask Akim to hang me, so I can feel the unique pleasure all hanged women experienced in history. Hanging by the neck was good. And I liked it very much.

Copyright by A. Babekova (2005).

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