Wild West
Posse James Barber stopped his horse and looked at the hanged
young woman. From the way she looked, she was hanged recently, judging by the
color of her skin and the smell of urine. It was a Mexican girl, very young,
sixteen or seventeen with long black hair, slim body and small, firm tits
pushing against the fabric of her old canvas dress. Her nipples were still erect
and her tongue bulged from her mouth as if mocking him. Whoever hanged her did a
good job to make sure that she strangled slowly, writhing and kicking. Fast
hangings, especially for the ladies were not popular among men for obvious
reasons. Barber had seen many hangings, and even he had to admit that broken
neck was too easy for the guilty. They were to be punished, and to do that,
hanging had to be done in such way that it pleased the crowd and made the guilty
suffer.
Barber moved closer to the hanged woman and grasped her leg. She
was still warm, although not as warm as to mistaken her for a living. His hand
went up under her dress, and he felt himself aroused as his hand reached the
place all men wanted to touch. He fondled her and rubbed between her legs.
Withdrawing his hand, he realized that he wanted this girl. That she was hanged
and dead did not matter. Briefly he wondered why she was hanged and who hanged
her. Life in the west was hard and he had to believe that she did something bad
enough that warranted her to be hanged. And she looked good hanging like that,
with her neck nicely stretched, head twisted to the side so he could see how
deeply the hemp rope bit into her skin.
Barber knew that he would not be disturbed. There was no one for miles around
and he could please himself with this dead bitch and ride to the nearest town to
relax after a long season of chasing the Morton gang. He would spend his money
on whiskey and good-looking ladies. For now, the dead young flesh demanded his
attention.
Barber used his hunting knife to cut the girl’s body down, allowing
it to fall under the tree. He jumped to the ground and walked up to the corpse,
turning it over. Her hands were tied behind her back and as he took her into his
arms, her head fell back. Barber leaned down and licked her dry full lips,
kissing her, sucking her tongue to moisten it, tasting her spicy scent. He
kissed the rope still tight around her neck and loosened the knot to inspect the
rope burn on her throat. The noose left a black bruise just above her larynx,
going behind the ear. He could see the thick vein but he knew that blood was no
longer pulsing through it. Barber unbuttoned the girl’s shirt and suckled at her
small, firm breasts, enjoying the taste f her tawny skin. Lifting up her skirt,
he spread her legs and unbuttoned his trousers. His dick stood hard and he
grasped it, guiding it inside her. He made love to the dead girl rocking her
body as he thrust inside her until he knew the time has come to eject his seed.
He pulled out just in time, grasping the girl’s hair, lifting her head and
pushing the head of his throbbing member between her lips. He came in long,
powerful bursts, filling her mouth until it overflowed. When he fully ejected
himself Barber pulled the girl’s head back, allowing for his sperm to slide down
her throat. He lowered her back on the ground and buttoned his trousers. He
wondered if he should bury her, but he was too tired to dig the grave and he had
no shovel. He decided to leave her. Animals and vultures would eat her flesh and
leave bare bones. Barber mounted his horse and galloped away toward the nearest
town.
And in the town he visited the local saloon, where he discovered
that two young sisters were to be hanged by the neck for stealing horses. Barber
walked into the sheriff’s office. At the local sheriff’s office, Barber found
the two girls sitting behind bars looking scared and glaring at everyone. Betty
and Samantha Hayes were too young to die, but horse stealing was a capital crime
punishable by death. The local farmers wanted the twins to hang to set example
to the others.
“Imagine how will they look once those pretty necks start to stretch,” the
sheriff told Barber. “The townsfolk want a good hanging that will be
remembered.”
“I bet ten dollars they will soil their trousers,” Barber said to the sheriff.
“I don’t mind smelling their piss and shit,” the sheriff replied. “My job is to
make sure they strangle to death. What happens afterward is not my concern.”
The night before hanging, Barber arranged for the twins to be
properly washed after the execution and delivered to a barn outside the town.
The next morning the two sisters were escorted into the town square, where large
crowd had gathered to watch. Entire families showed up to see the hanging.
Struggling and cursing, the two girls were forced up on the scaffold where the
sheriff read their death sentences.
The nooses were adjusted around the necks of the condemned and at
the sheriff’s nod, the trap door opened, leaving the two young women suspended
by the neck. Their gurgles drowned in the collective gasp and the sounds of
applause. The farmers, their wives and children cheered as the two girls spun on
their ropes kicking furiously, their pale faces turning red and purple, tongues
bulging and breasts bouncing. As Barber suspected, both sisters lost control of
their bladders and bowels and the men standing near the scaffold moved closer to
watch the urine and feces hit the ground. After another five minutes of
convulsive jerking, both sisters finally relaxed in death.
The town’s doctor verified their deaths and both bodies were taken
down. A short time later, both corpses were washed and dressed and brought to
the barn outside the town. Barber made love to Samantha’s corpse, while sheriff
pleasured himself with Betty.
That same night relaxing in his hotel, Barber had a pleasant dream
about the mysterious Mexican girl. He wished he could see her hang by the neck
and listen to the sounds she was making and the twitching of her limbs. The next
morning he left, and out in the desert he encountered a group of men preparing
to hang a young Indian teenage girl.
It’s a wild country he thought and went to watch the hanging.
Copyright by Gale (2002).