THE INTERVIEW
By April
Interviewer: “So April, finally we meet.”
April: “Yes, you said you understood the secrecy.”
Interviewer: “Yes April, I understand and I’m pleased you took this time. Your
understanding of this western tradition is astounding. In your reply to my
search for someone knowledgeable in this tradition--frankly I’m a little
skeptical. You say you’ve never been out of the country, but have seen the
tradition more than twenty times?”
April: “It’s called hanging.”
Interviewer: Looking embarrassed. “Yes, hanging, and you’ve seen more than
twenty hangings?”
April: “You wanted to do a story about hanging. Hangmen are kind of hard to find
these days. Especially for interviews.
Interviewer: You’re indicating with that statement that you are a hangman?
April: “I suppose that term is good for either sex.”
Interviewer: You’re dressed in a white robe and hood. I know it’s to hide your
identification, but is that what a hangman would wear?
April: “It’s what I wear.”
Interviewer: April, I want to ask you outright. Have you ever hung anyone?
April: “It’s hanged. Do you mind if I call you by your first name Ms. Collier?”
Interviewer: “Not at all, it’s Jan.”
April: “Jan, I don’t think you would be here if you didn’t think I had not
somehow been involved with actual hangings in one way or another. Am I correct
to assume that much? Jan nodded. Let’s get right to the point. I have a
partner--it’s kind of hard to do this thing alone. Together we’ve hanged
twenty-two women.”
Jan: “You don’t find this hard to talk about? I mean the social stigma. It’s not
exactly table talk.”
April: “I love hanging. It’s a private thing that I share with my partner. What
words can I use to describe it--exciting, exhilarating; it kind of turns my
insides to jelly. Juices flow in a big way.”
Jan a little uneasy: “Tell me about a typical hanging.”
April: “There are no typical hangings. All are unique; all are wonderful.”
Jan: “I think I need to use the bathroom.”
April: “You alright? Where were we? A typical hanging. All hangings are
different. Necks come in all sizes and shapes, as do bodies. Weights vary which
is a major factor.”
Jan: “How so?”
April: “It takes eleven-hundred and sixty foot-pounds the break the average
neck. The drop has to be calculated. How much do you weigh Jan?”
Jan: “Me! About 125 I suppose.”
April: “Eleven-hundred and sixty foot pounds divided by a hundred and twenty
five pounds is-let’s see, about nine feet”
Jan: “Nine feet!” That seems like a long way!”
April: “There are variables that have to be taken into consideration. Your neck
is not very muscular and it’s slightly longer than the average neck. Actually
quite perfect. Without further examination, my guess would be a drop of eight
feet would snap your neck.”
Jan: “Oh my God, and what if it didn’t snap? Would that be what’s called a
bungled hanging?”
April: “Jan, there are no bungled hangings. Drops are just something we do
sometimes. My partner for instance likes hangings with little or no drop. It’s
kind of like--if it’s a long neck, little or no drop is good. The shorter or
muscular neck just calls out to be stretched. And Jan, we love to stretch necks;
about one a week.”
Jan: “How did this start, this love affair with hanging?”
April: “Actually from my mother, but it’s not what you think. My brother and I
had gotten rabbits for Easter and before long we had a barn full. One day my
mother took me out there and we caught one. She told me her mother had given her
the secret to making it taste especially good. She put a clothes line around its
neck and hung the other end from a nail. She told me we would come back and get
it in an hour. I wanted to watch, but she said that’s not why we hung it. The
initial panic and finally the pain of being hanged releases large amounts of
adrenaline and flavors the meat. I found it really exciting and it was just our
little secret. After that I prepared all the rabbits.”
Jan: “I didn’t think it was possible, but I’m beginning to feel a little
flushed. Do you use regular rope to hang a person?
April: “We’ve used kevlar and nylon and you wouldn’t understand this, but they
don’t creak. Hemp rope creaks. Hanging is a romantic thing and very nostalgic. A
long rope is better than a short rope because it swings and twists more.
Sometimes I’ll put a couple twists in before fitting the noose.”
Jan: “You make this sound so ordinary--so every day.”
April: “Well, once a week anyway.
Jan: “I’m feeling a little pressure in my chest. Do you suppose we could go for
a walk?”
April: “Are you ready to see the gallows?
Jan: “Yes.”
April pushed the table away and removed the large Persian rug that covered the
trap door. From the ceiling a steel cable dropped over the trap and danced up
and down like a slinky. It was straight until it was within about eight feet
from the floor at which point about six coils that looked like a cork screw
ended in a leather covered loop. About six inches up from the loop a bulbous
device was fit snug around the cable. Jan’s frozen stare was broken by April’s
voice.
April: “Come. This is the latest technology. Let me show you. This loop goes
over the head like this and this little device is slid down to take the place of
the traditional coils.”
Jan: “Please take it off, I’m really uncomfortable!”
April: “No, wait just a minute, You need to know what this feels like. Give me
your hands.”
April quickly snapped handcuffs around each wrist.
Jan: “I don’t think I can stand here! I think I’m going to pee!”
April: “Would you like to see a hanging Jan?”
Jan: “Not me please!”
April: “Would you like to see a hanging Jan?”
Jan: “Yes! Yes I would. Please don’t hang me! I would like to see a hanging!”
April: “Could you hang someone Jan?”
Jan: “Yes, I could hang someone. Please take this off!”
April: “Dean, bring her in. Jan, this is my partner and this little lady is the
one you are going to hang. She looks sweet, but you can believe me when I tell
she is not.”
The girl looked to be about seventeen, well proportioned in tight Levi’s and
sweater. Above her left sneaker was a red and black swastika and she had barbed
wire tattoos around her wrists. Dean quickly covered with a leather strap. Her
neck was long but muscular and her long blonde hair was done in two ponytails
making her look more like a buxom fourteen-year old. April removed Jan’s
handcuffs and Jan quickly fought off the noose.
April: “Jan, go ahead and noose Hitler here. The thick leather part goes to the
right and the nubbin behind her left ear and don’t pay attention to what she’s
saying. Good Jan, now here’s what’s going to happen. You are going to push this
button and the trap is going to open. She’s going to drop eight and a half feet.
When the cable reaches the end it will straighten out and the nubbin will force
her head to the opposite side. Her neck will break, hopefully we’ll be able to
hear it. Hitler here is our first to with this kind of rig. It’s up to you Jan.”
Jan was really wrapped up in the moment and pushed the button without
hesitation. We watched Hitler fall through the trap door and when the loops in
the cable went completely straight there was a solid thud. There was no stretch
to the cable, but the elasticity in her neck made her bounce. The snap of her
neck was loud and a long groan followed. We descended the stair so we could
watch the finish close up.
Jan: “Her neck did stretch!”
April: “They always stretch. I would say this was about the max though. She’s
kicking a lot, but it’s just reflex and you can see the pulsing in her neck. I
can also see that the noose slipped out of position a little. That’s why her
chin is jutting upwards. It makes her neck look just that much longer.”
After Hitler was down to just a slow swing.
April: “I think I forgot to mention something to you about hanging Jan. Sexual
passion. It’s something my partner here and I have very much in common. You’re
going to have to excuse us for awhile because I know his balls are about to
explode.”
Jan watched Hitler swing and drank champagne for the next two hours. She didn’t
wonder at all what April was up to. She could feel the wetness in her own
panties. She studied the hanged form in front of her and wondered how most
people in her same situation would feel. Disgust, guilt? Looking into the glassy
eyes, the up-turned breasts, the neck stretched long, the toes of her sneakers
nearly brushing the carpet, her useless hands behind her arched back. What an
exquisite, most wonderful experience.
April and Dean appeared looking fresh and dressed in matching white shorts and
polo shirts.
Jan: “My God, you’re brother and sister!”
April: “Twins actually. I’m the oldest.”
Jan: “You’re stunning and Dean is very handsome.”
April: I thought I would grille rabbit for dinner. You can rustle one up if you
like Jan and walk around outside for an hour or so. The exercise will do you
some good. Do you remember the secret?”
Jan: “I’ll try. Yes, I know the secret. I’d like to do it.”
Dinner was served a few hours later outside on the deck. Initially Jan just
picked at her rabbit but finally ended up eating two pieces. April mentioned
that it was the first time she had seen a rabbit with eight legs.
April: “Jan, you wanted to know about the western tradition of hanging. Mostly
it was done by horseback. You’ve seen it in movies, the horse rides off leaving
the rider to hang. The hanged person’s neck was rarely broken and if a saddle
wasn’t used the person to be hanged just slid off the back and swung in a wide
arc. Sometimes there was hardly a jerk and the person would hang just off the
ground; lot’s of motion with the swinging and all. We’ve never tried it, but
there is a perfect place in the barn. I’ll show you after a bit.”
Jan: “The rabbit is delicious. I was just wondering how I would prepare it at
home.”
April: “I know you’ll think of something, but right now I want you to try on
some western wear. I laid it out on the guest bed. I thought we might go for a
ride later.”
April to Dean: “Is everything ready dear one?”
Jan appeared shortly wearing a full cotton skirt with half a dozen petticoats
and a ruffled top worn off the shoulder. She looked like a Spanish dancer and
dance she soon would. Dean brought up two horses and helped Jan up on the back
of one which started walking to the barn. He gave April a boost and she followed
Jan. Dean walked to the barn and closed the door behind them. Jan didn’t see it
right away; the noose hanging down from thirty feet above to about six feet off
the dirt floor. Dean reached up for her hand and when she extended it out to him
he looped a leather strap around it and tossed the loose end over to April. It
only took April a couple seconds to secure Jan’s hands behind her back. It was
then that Jan saw the noose hanging down right in the middle of the barn.
Jan: “You’re going to hang me?”
April: “Yes, we’re going to hang you. My dear brother has been chomping at the
bit, so to speak, to watch your lovely dance.”
Jan: “Why?”
April: “Because you have a nice neck. You have pretty legs and nice breasts. We
want to hang you. You know what, my pants are getting wet just thinking about
it. Dean says you’ll hang for forty minutes. I hope he’s right.
Dean handed April the noose and April pushed it over Jan’s head. It was loose on
her neck and had been wrapped with soft suede. It was made not to slip. Jan’s
horse took a step and she screamed for it to stop. Her face was red and she was
panting as the horse took another step.
Jan: “No horsie. Whoa! Whoa! STOP!
The horse had the rope stretched out about as far as it would go and stopped at
which point Dean slapped it on the rump.
April: “Thanks Bro. I was just getting ready to do it myself.”
The horse reared and Jan slid over his rump.
Jan: “NOOOOOO!”
Jan started kicking before the rope made a complete arc. Her toes were about
eight inches off the dirt floor and as she went by she tried to stretch them
down in a vain attempt to take the weight off her neck. She tried to pull her
knees to her chest, again and again, but it just made the arc more erratic, and
she began to rotate her head. When the coils worked their way under her chin she
stopped struggling for a brief moment, but as gravity continued it’s pull
against the soft flesh of her neck she began to fight again.
April: “This is better than I thought and that’s doing something. It’s been five
minutes. Do you have a plug, or do we let it go?”
Dean: “I’ve got it. A couple more minutes.”
April: “Alright, a couple minutes. She’s like wildcat. I really don’t want to
interfere, but I’m going to stop the swinging and take her panties off.”
With the swinging abated and the rope twisting slowly Jan began to jerk her neck
and kick down instead of out, as white hot shots of pain seared her slowly
stretching neck. It was a dance of dances and she didn’t respond when Dean
lifted the back of her dress and pushed the anal plug past the sphincter. The
slightly longer than necessary insertion gave indication that the old stall
warning indicator was working; puckering and pulsing. Trying to send a signal
something was wrong. Dean usually installed the plug before the hangings. It’s
something that was rarely discussed.
April: “If the rope works it’s way under her throat it’s over and it’s only been
thirteen minutes. If you can lift her up for a second, I’ll put the coils under
her chin. Maybe they’ll stay there for awhile.”
Just as the decision was made to move the noose, Jan kicked and shook her head
violently. The now very loose noose shifted, it’s high coils settled above her
right ear and remained fixed for the rest of the hanging which lasted for about
another twelve minutes. She had hung still for almost five minutes before a
putting on a wild fury of antics that lasted a couple minutes after which she
shuddered and shook for another two minutes.
April was squeezing the last from Dean’s second ejaculation with powerful
vaginal muscles strengthened with kegel exercises; this, a suggestion from her
late mother when she got her first period.
April: “Wasn’t the hanging exceptional? I’m going to have weak knees for days.
Who do you suppose she was?”
Dean: “Beyond all expectations. I don’t know who she was, I just know who she
wasn’t. She wasn’t a writer. And I think she was dangerous. I also think we
ought to buy a large motor home, put this place on the market and go build a
place of our own. We’re eighteen years old and have almost twenty-five million
dollars."
April: “Not tonight though, okay?”
Copyright by Michelle (2002).