Noose Bride

I was very young when I was married to Said. My family was poor and my relatives wanted to find me a good husband. I didn’t think much about marriage before Said came to our house. My two older sisters Saleha and Fanada were already married and Saleha already had two children. Fanada, unfortunately, was strangled one year after her marriage for failure to please her husband in bed. And Fanada was beautiful girl. I could not imagine what she had done wrong, but her husband had the right to kill her by the law and we all had to accept it. Lying in my bed, I tried to imagine what Fanada and her husband did when they went to the bed together. Then I imagined him strangling her. I wondered what Fanada felt when her neck was squeezed and how long she struggled before she died. I touched my own smooth body under the blanket and imagined man’s hands around my throat. The thought was both exciting and scary and I went to sleep thinking about dead bodies and several executions I witnessed in the past.
The next day I was shown to Said. He was a big man, with big, muscular hands. He looked me over and said that he liked me. The wedding was set for next week and I had no idea what required of me being a wife to Said. My uncle Hassan gave us a few minutes of privacy and Said used his fingers to probe my throat. I raised my head to give him easier access to my neck and waited for him to finish. I didn’t know why he was so interested in my neck. Said probed every muscle of my neck and tested my reaction by pressing on my flat Adam’s apple with his thumb. I winced and reflexively stuck out my tongue. “Good,” he said and caressed my neck. He couldn’t touch my private parts until after the marriage, so he let me go.
My sister Saleha and I went to buy some vegetables on the market and later in the kitchen we discussed my marriage and Saleha’s life. I asked her what I had to do when I went into bed with my new husband. Washing the vegetables Saleha explained.
“First, you will have to be naked,” she began.
“No underwear?” I asked.
“Everything,” Saleha said seriously. I blushed. “You don’t have to do much except do what he tells you, Nariba. He will touch your body everywhere and he will put his thing in your mouth. You will have to suck it until he finishes.”
“Is it big?” I asked.
“It can be big,” Saleha said to me. “But even if you choke, do not pull away. Relax your muscles and let him come deep. You will feel his milk in your mouth. Swallow it. When he enters between your legs, you will feel brief pain when you loose your virginity. For most men girl’s mouth is the same as what between her legs.”
“Will he finish inside me?” I asked excitedly.
“When this happens, you may become pregnant, Nariba. Its not easy being a mother.”
“I am not sure I want to be the wife,” I replied.
“You must marry Said. It’s the law.”
“What if I don’t want to be married?”
“Uncle Hassan will kill you,” said Saleha.
“Are you afraid of death, Saleha?” I asked.
“Yes. I don’t want to shit myself on the gallows while others watch.”
I swallowed and said, “Saleha, why men like to hang and strangle women?”
“I suppose they like it,” Saleha answered. “Why do you ask?”
“I was thinking about Fanada.”
“She was strangled during sex,” Saleha whispered. “I found out from one of the servants who cleaned their bed. He saw Fanada’s naked body. Her legs were spread and there was a big yellow spot on the sheets.”
“She peed herself,” I said.
“Yes, and the servant said her neck was bruised and her tongue was bulging. She struggled hard before she died.”
I was excited and scared by the news. “I wish I could see her body and kiss it,” I said.
“She is dead and buried, Nariba.”
“I think men like our necks,” I said. “If they enjoy strangling and hanging us, they must like our necks.”
“Our necks are made for the noose,” Saleha said. “Men, when they are executed, are often beheaded. Women must strangle to death by the rope.”
I smiled. ”Do you think I am old enough to be hanged?”
“You are very pretty, Nariba. Many men would like to see you hang.”
“You are nice too,” I said and we laughed.

I waited my first wedding night with apprehension. My body was washed clean and I was wearing a good dress that Said bought for me. The marriage ceremony was short and we had dinner afterwards. At nine in the evening, Said brought me to his house. He escorted me into a large room with carpets and pillows and I saw a large bed in the middle. Said started to remove my clothes. I decided to make sure that he enjoyed my body. My dress and shirt and underpants were removed and I stood naked before him with my eyes closed. Said removed his own clothes and his hands were all over me, caressing, squeezing, probing. He put me down on the bed and kissed me. I lay like this for a while until I felt something hard and moist brushing against my lips. Said pushed harder and I opened my mouth to take him. He was big and he was fucking my mouth slowly, enjoying every moment of it. Eventually, Said started thrusting harder and harder. I choked, gurgled, moaned and writhed, but he had no trouble holding me. In the end he spurted a lot of sticky liquid into my mouth and pulled out.
I lay looking up at him, my mouth full.
Said placed his hands on my throat and said, “Swallow it, Nariba.”
It took me three swallows to gulp it all down, but I did what he asked.
“You are good wife,” he said caressing my stomach.
“I am glad that you are pleased,” I answered.
He squeezed my breast and allowed me to touch the thing that filled my mouth. I liked the way it hardened when I touched it.
“You are probably curious what I do for a living,” Said said.
“What do you do?”
“I am an executioner. I kill women and girls.”
“With your hands?” I asked.
“Usually by hanging. I work for morality police. I was a soldier and I couldn’t find a job. A friend of mine asked me if I would like to make some money by finding and killing his sister who escaped with another man. I eventually found her and garroted her to death.”
“What does it mean garrote?”
“You throw a thin cord or a wire around girl’s neck and pull it tight until she is forced on her knees. Then you pull it even tighter to ensure complete strangulation. I was paid good money for it. The man recommended me to his friend who worked in prison.”
Said reached between my legs and continued talking. I spread my legs and felt pleasure from his touch. Said talked about the executions he performed, describing in great detail how he had sex with condemned girls, brought them to the gallows, noosed them and watched them gurgle, thrash and kick as they slowly strangled to death.
Said fucked me every night, usually pulling out of me and shooting his sperm down my throat. My married life felt good and it was simple. I cooked and cleaned and made love to my husband. He received a promotion and once over dinner he asked me if I wanted to see an execution. I agreed at once. Said explained that I will not be allowed into the preparation room where girls lost their virginity before going to the gallows. I could watch the hanging and visit the morgue.

Before our trip to the prison, I almost died when I was abducted by a group of young men who wanted to rape and kill me for pleasure. I resisted little because they were very strong. They carried me down a dark alley and into an old abandoned house. There were four of them and one of them held a knife. “You scream and we will cut your throat,” the leader said as they undressed me. I closed my eyes and felt their hands on my young, smooth body. I knew what they wanted and they got what they wanted. When they finished, I lay on an old mattress, panting, my lips still wet with their juice, my legs spread. The leader took his knife and placed it on my neck.
“Cut her throat Ali, cut her throat,” said one of the young men. I didn’t want to get my throat cut. I was afraid of knives and when they cut my throat. I would live long enough to see my blood spurting out. I looked at the leader and had an idea. “Strangle me,” I said. “There is no need to cut my throat.”
The leader hesitated and said,” We don’t have a rope.”
“Use your hands,” I said. “Please, just don’t use the knife.”
The leader finally agreed and gave the knife to one of his men. The others held down my hands and feet and the leader reached for my neck. My skin was slick with sweat and sperm but he got a good grip and started to squeeze my neck. I knew he was not an experienced strangler but it still hurt very much. I started to jerk and gurgle and it seemed to excite them. Pretending I was dying, I had to make it convincing. Each time the leader pressed on my throat, I would push out my tongue. They kneaded my small breasts and the leader pushed harder and after another minute I decided that it was time. I rolled my eyes and relaxed my bladder. When my bladder was empty, I stiffened and went limp.
Thinking I was dead, the leader released me and they stood up and left me there. I waited for half an hour before I could leave the place. I never told Said about it and no one found out. Two days before my trip to prison, the men who raped me were caught trying to kill another young woman and publicly hanged in the main square. I had the satisfaction of seeing them die and I smiled when they had their last erections as they strangled.


Next week we went to prison to see the execution. In the Middle East women are hung using short drop, to ensure that they strangled slowly and painfully before they died. Deflowered girls were allowed one day’s rest before execution. Following the guards, I passed the death cells and saw many young women waiting to die at the gallows. Some were here for murder, others for theft or infidelity. We passed through a metal door into the hanging room. I knew they cleaned the room after each execution, but I still could smell a faint scent of piss.
I looked at the gallows. Thin nylon cords were tied to one big metal pipe between the two walls. Each ended with a simple slipknot noose. A wooden bench stood under six of the nooses for mass hanging and four stools under the others for single execution. Said explained to me the details of the hanging. I listened and nodded that I understood. While the condemned to die on gallows were raped inside a special room, Said and I visited the prison morgue. The morgue was quiet and it was big. Rows of undressed women my own age and up to about forty were on the tables, their hands untied. I approached a young dead girl about twenty-five. Her breasts were full and her nipples hard. I could see the deep rope burn on her throat. The knot was positioned to the side and she struggled for a long time before she strangled to death. I inspected her sex organs and inserted my finger inside her. I walked along the table and found a girl of my own age. She still had the noose around her neck and her tongue bulged out luridly. I t could be me, I thought as I touched her. I caressed girl’s smooth cold neck and saw Said come over and look at the girl. “Her name was Harim,” he said. “She was twelve-years-old. I hanged her.”
“Did she resist?” I asked.
“Yes, she was screaming and crying but I told her that it won’t hurt, and she went quietly.”
“What crime she committed?”
“Stabbed her husband with a knife. Said his sons forced her to give them a blowjob, but he did not believe her.”
“How long did it take her to die?”
“She jerked for about two minutes,” Said explained. “She is lucky, others took as much as ten minutes to die.”
“Are you going to bury all these bodies?”
Said shrugged his shoulders. “Some we bury others we will sell. Some men buy fresh corpses for private pleasure.”
“Men like dead women?”
“Some men do, Nariba,” Said looked at his watch. “Let’s go and see the hanging.”
Four blindfolded young women entered the gallows room escorted by guards. Under their black dresses they wore no underwear. Said explained to me that this way it was easier for the dying women to release their bowels and bladders during the hanging. I noticed four metal buckets near the bench on which the women would step on to be noosed. When the bench was removed, a bucket would be placed under each woman to catch her bodily fluids. The guards made sure the women’s hands were tied well behind their backs and helped them to stand on the bench. I watched my husband climb the bench and force each woman’s head into the noose. Said drew the nooses fairly tight around the women’s necks, positioning the knots to ensure slow and complete strangulation. When he was satisfied, he stepped down and we all stood and watched the condemned young women stand with nooses around their beautiful necks waiting for death. It was an established ritual to give the victims one minute before the hanging, so they could enjoy their last breaths of air. I could see that the guards were excited. For a moment I wanted to be one of those women. After one minute had passed, the bench was kicked away and buckets placed under the kicking women. I watched the nylon ropes strain under their weight as they strangled. I could only hear the creaking of the ropes and the kicking feet. One of the women started to shit and I saw two huge brown clumps fall into the bucket. After about a minute, the hanged women relaxed, but their feet continued to twitch. Their necks became longer and faces darker. The execution was over.

On my way back home I thought about the hanged women and when I cooked dinner, I asked Said if he wanted to make love to me with a rope around my neck. Said didn’t ask why I wanted it but agreed. After dinner I took a shower and looked at my naked body in the mirror. My breasts were still small and while no longer a virgin, still barely a woman. For a moment I imagined myself being hanged and turned my head to the side. Naked, I walked into the bedroom and saw Said. Like me he was naked and his dick fully erect. He held a rope in his hands and when I knelt before him, he threw the noose around my neck and pulled me closer to his waiting organ. The rope was not the same used to hang women in prison. It was a parcel binding rope and I winced when Said pulled it tight and wrapped it around my neck. I opened my mouth and he immediately started fucking my face, controlling me with the noose. I sucked him for several minutes and after that he put me on the bed, pulled my legs apart and entered me. He strangled me slowly and just before I passed out, I felt him pull out and cum all over my face.
I fell asleep in his arms with a rope around my neck. I also made myself a promise that if my husband wanted to strangle me to death, I will not resist. I was a woman and my neck like the rest of my body belonged to Said.

Copyright by A. Babekova (2003).

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