From: bevans@magna.com.au (Bevan R. Smith)
Subject: GANGBANG WITH A TWIST
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Chapter 1 The Gibbet the story of the First Victim
By Mathew Hopkins
The Gibbet
The constable rode out to the crossroads to see how the
workmen were doing. A Gibbet had been ordered placed here earlier in
the week and the structure was now being built. Located just a few
yards off the roadway, it was positioned so that passersby would be
able to see the severity with which criminals were dealt with. It's
victims would be left to rot here . A sign stating the victim's crimes
would be placed where all could see.
As he rode up he could see that the work was about
finished. The workmen had built the structure, of dark oak that was
then covered with black paint. It was set into the ground four feet
deep and the base backfilled with stone and wedges hammered in to hold
it upright. From base to crossbar it
measured 20 feet high. A snatch block pulley was hung from the crossbar and a ladder was left for the hangman to put the rope into it. The victim would be pulled up and the rope tied off.
To test the sturdiness of the structure the workman had tested
it by suspending almost 400 lbs on it for several minutes. It had
creaked a bit under the strain but stood firm even when the weight was
pushed until the rope finally gave way.
The Constable was satisfied with the structure and payed the
workman on the spot. The workmen left for their homes leaving a length
of rope with an appropriate noose hanging as they left.
A suitable Victim
The Constable and his escort rode to a tavern that was just down the road from the Gibbet and went in for some ale. There were ten others in the tavern, plus the owner and his wife. Three young women served the tables while two others plied their own trade with the patrons leading them upstairs.
The Constable watched the people while his three companions
drank ale and flirted with the prostitutes and the serving maids.
When the Constable went out back to relieve himself, one of
the whores followed. Turning around he saw the young girl was leaning
against the wall watching him, legs crossed with a flirtatious smile
and twirling one of her strawberry blonde curls with her finger. The
Constable studied the girl for a few seconds as she stared teasingly
at him with her head slightly cocked to one side.
She was a pretty girl of about 18 years of age, he
thought. She stood barely four and half feet tall on her small bare
feet and was so slim that her bones seemed ready to protrude through
her flesh in places . She still possessed a quiet sensuality and
appeared quite appealing nonetheless.. Her long reddish blonde hair
fell in gentle curls over her bare shoulders and her blue green eyes
sparkled under long eyelashes. Her small mouth seemed fixed into a
constant flirtatious smirk that showed surprisingly white teeth.
Her oversized unbleached linen blouse was loose fitting,
closed at the front by two wooden buttons and held up by a drawstring
which she tied loosely so that it left her shoulders and the tops of
her small lightly freckled breasts bare. Her unhemmed calf length
skirt was full and made of faded and somewhat threadbare, blue colored
broad cloth with badly embroidered flowers stitched around it and held
up by a faded red sash.. The tattered hemline was dirty and it was
torn up the side so that most of her shapely leg could be seen as she
stood there.
The girl smiled her most flirtatious smile and said "You know,
there's other uses for that thing asides pissin, Luv. For a few
pfennig I could show ye"
"I bet you could do just that, " he responded while tying up
his trousers.
The girl stepped up to him and put her arms around his neck
and standing on her tip toes gave him a warm kiss. He put his arms
around her tiny body and returned the kiss. Her young body responded
willingly to his embrace. He backed away and looked at her again as
she stood there and decided that she would be the first victim for his
new gibbet.
"Does any body know that you came out side? he asked, while
looking around to see if anyone was around.
"No, but don' matter. she replied playfully. "I'm a free woman
and I come and go where I please and do as I wish" she continued,
smiling.
He reached into his pocket and got out two silver pieces and
gave them to her. "Follow me to the stream where it crosses the road
in five minutes and there will be three more like this for you, but
say nothing to anybody or I take them back.." ,he said with a smile.
She looked at the coins in disbelief then smiled. " Don't want
to be seen with me, eh? All right, nobody will know I've gone" she
replied, "it will be our secret".
"Good", he answered. Then he kissed her gently on the lips and
went around to the front of the building , got his horse and rode off
down the road to the stream.
The girl stood there for a minute ,stunned. She looked at the
coins ,then with a smile she put them into the sash and walked
cheerfully into the woods that were behind the tavern making sure
there was nobody around to see her. She followed a small trail that
led to the stream and then onward to the place that he had told her
and sat on some rocks and waited. She had no idea of the danger that
she was in. All she could think about was the two silver coins that
were in her sash. She was used to getting a few pennies for her
services but two silver coins were unbelievable to her. It didn't
matter to her that the man was scarred and wore a patch over his eye;
she had been with far worse looking men, and at least he didn't smell,
like some that she had been with.. It did seem suspicious that he
wanted to keep their meeting a secret but for 5 silver coins! she
didn't care. Perhaps he was married or just didn't want to be seen
with the likes of her. It didn't really matter, did it? She could go
into the city and buy some new clothes in the morning and....
The day was bright and warm, the afternoon sky, clear and deep
blue and a gentle breeze made the heat of the day bearable. She sat so
caught up in her thoughts about in the new clothes that she would buy
with her silver coins, that she didn't hear the footsteps behind her
until the last second.
"It must be him", she thought. In anticipation she turned to
face her lover only to be met by a sudden blow to the head which
rendered her instantly unconscious and she fell limply to the ground.
The constable bent down and grabbed the girl by one wrist and
turned and walked up the hill to the road efortlessly dragging her
limp body behind him. It was but a short walk to the gibbet where he
had tied his horse. He turned her onto her stomach under the gibbet
and cut a section off of the rope that had been left by the workmen
and tied her hands behind her. He then turned her onto her back and
slipped the noose over her head and under her long curls. and ripped
off the two buttons that closed her blouse.
He took back the pieces of silver and put them back into his
pocket then stood back to look at the girl again. In the bright
afternoon sunlight her soft creamy skin seemed to shine in contrast to
the faded colors of her skirt and blouse. He admired the soft lines
of her face and body, of the slender arms and legs and her tiny hands
and petite feet.
After a few minutes the girl began to come to. Confused and
dizzy with her head aching she looked around to see the constable
standing by a tall post by the roadside. She didn't understand why she
could not move her arms or why the man just stood there watching her
at first. Then she looked up to see the rope hanging from the gibbet
above her and suddenly realized that her hands were tied and felt the
rope around her neck. She began to panic and rolled herself around and
forced herself up to her knees. so that she was kneeling before the
constable. The Constable pulled up the slack as she did, thus forcing
her to stay on her knees and pulling the rope tightly around her
throat..
Hysterical with fear the girl begged for her life and pleaded
for her freedom but the constable remained unmoved. Instead he stepped
up to the girl and stood there holding the rope in his right hand and
and smiling down at her.
"What wouldst thou do to save your worthless life, my pretty
little whore?" he asked with a sadistic sneer.
"Anything!! Anything you ask!, just please don't hurt me
Please!" she cried.
"Would you take my member into your mouth and suck upon it
until I come?" he asked.
"Yes!, yes if thou wouldst but spare my life good sir!" she
cried desperately..
"And would you eat shit, if I command you to do so?" he asked.
Terrified now she cried "Yes if milord willed it, I would eat
shit, just please do not hang me here, I don't want to die", she
replied pathetically.
"And who would miss you if I did hang you? Nobody saw us
together and I'm sure you told no one lest you lose your money. All
Anyone may think is that you went into the city and maybe broke a law
for which justice hoisted you on a rope. But, I doubt anyone will care
or even notice that it is you rotting on this rope. No your life means
nothing to anybody, so nothing is lost when you die", he said . The
effect of his words cut her deeply because she knew he was right and
she cried the tears of one who is without hope.
The Constable knelt in front of her so that he could face her
eye to eye and stared cruelly into her eyes.
"You are but a filthy little worthless whore, not fit to live,
not fit even to breathe the air of good decent people. Here I shall
hang you and leave you to rot. You'll swing here until the maggots
have picked your bones clean and they fall into the dust that you now
kneel on and I dare say you will be unmissed and unmourned ." he said.
The girl realized that she was doomed and cried pathetically
begging all the while. The constable stepped back and began pulling on
the rope. As it tightened she was raised to her feet then onto her
tip toes and she gagged and gasped and cried. Tighter he pulled until
her long slender toes no longer were on the ground and she began to
swirl in the air kicking and squirming, like a fish on a hook.
He raised her up until her feet were almost twelve
feet above the ground then stood back and watched her flail and kick
in agony. For almost five minutes she struggled before her kicking
finally became weaker and turned to twitching and the color left her
body. By then he had tied off the rope and mounted his horse where he
could look into her frantic eyes and watch her die.
Left to Rot
She suffered badly before death finally claimed her. The pain
was horrible as the rope pinched her throat and her lungs felt as if
they would burst. She wet herself and shit fell to the ground and
stained her legs. Her blouse slipped off her shoulders and her sash
came undone and fell to the ground as she struggled. She tried to
plead for mercy but her throat was clamped shut. Her mind slowly
became foggy until the pain subsided and her vision became dark and
she died.
For some time he watched her body dangle limply and enjoyed
watching her bare feet sway back and forth pointing her long toes
first in this direction then that. Her lifeless eyes stared out beyond
the horizon and her mouth was contorted in a frozen gasp with her blue
tongue just visible, resting limply on her colorless lips. The impish
smirk was gone now replaced by a blank tragic stare.
She was now half naked, with her two small breasts and their
blueish pink nipples exposed for all to see . Her skirt, resting on
her bony hips, billowed in the air like a flag baring her legs beneath
her skirt like two pale shapely pendulums, whenever the wind
blew. From the ground one might look up and see past the filthy soles
of her bare feet, past her shape;y calves and beyond her thighs and
see the light tuft of hair that marked where others had been so many
times before. It was a pathetic ending for such a tender soul, because
he had been right, nobody would notice or very much care as she swayed
in the breeze, unmourned, unavenged and forgotten by all except the
carrion birds.
Satisfied that the Gibbet was now suitably occupied, he turned
his horse about and rode into town, leaving her silent corpse swaying
gently, where she had died. There were other matters for him to attend
to now and she was soon forgotten.
The day passed quietly at the gibbet. The sun slowly descended
in the western sky as the breeze cooled the day until the evening
brought a slight chill to the air. The wench swayed gently in that
breeze, her hair tossed about, her skirts fluttering like a pennant,
her body losing its color and stiffening with rigor as the hours
passed. And all the while she was attended by increasing numbers of
buzzing flies that explored her open eyes, and gaping mouth and moved
into her ears and nostrils, with impunity.
Several travelers passed by, during the rest of the day, each
looking at her with morbid curiosity and thinking the same sorts of
things. "Who might she be?", "what had she done to get here?" and
"such a pity, so pretty and left to rot here." Then each would
continue their travel and put her out of their minds,; the sight of
rotting corpses dangling by the roadside were nothing new to those
living in this time.
Near sunset a tall traveler, stepped into the tavern and
ordered an ale from the owner. Looking around her saw several young
women serving tables or offering "other services" to the tavern
patrons and reminded of his passage of the crossroads, turned to the
owener, who he had got to know from years of visiting his tavern
during his travels.
"I see the red haired girl that you had working here got
herself hanged!" he said.
The owner looked quizzically at him for a few minutes then
replied,"Maeve? Nah! she's right over ...." pointing toward the tables
where the other girls were working it suddenly dawned on him that the
only red haired girl that he knew, Maeve, wasn't among them. "Why, I
thought she was still here! She was here this mornin, I thought. What
did you say? She's been hanged? When?!"
"I don't know. I just passed the crossroads and there is a new
gibbet there. Hanging from it is a young girl, what looks like the
redhead you used to have here. A small thing with long reddish hair to
the shoulder. got a light blue skirt with flowers! Can't see the face
too well cause of all the fuggin flies, but it looks like it could be
her! She hasn't been there long. I figured you'd know. Doesn't she
work for you?"
"Nah, she just came in sometimes. Other days she went
elsewhere. I used to let her sleep in the barn some nights, but she
wasn't any of my girls. Well I'll be! so she got 'erself 'anged. How
about that!. I guess I'll go see if it's really her tomorrow. Too bad!
Oh well, those things, 'appen! Ready for another ale?"
The night became cool and a light fog descended on the country
side soaking everything with moisture. Maeves curls soaked up the
dampness and became twisted and knarled, and droplets formed on her
lifeless flesh and dripped down her colorless legs and off her
toes. The heavy wet clothe of her skirt slid down the slippery flesh
and settled onto her hips and her blouse drooped from her arms in
heavy furls.
The full moon shown down brightly and her body cast an eerie
shadow on the road below as a gentle night breeze rustled the leaves
of the nearby trees and made her body dance rhythmically from side to
side and in slow circles. The air also became permiated with the sweet
odor of decaying flesh, which drew ever increasing numbers of flies
that covered her pale flesh.
The morning sun drove away the night chill and dried the
dampness. By now Maeve's corpse had bloated noticeably in the day's
heat and become discolored. The stench attracted the carrion birds
which plucked out the young woman's eyes and ripped at her tender
flesh with the same ferocity that they fought each other. By noon, she
had become so grotesque that nobody dared glance up at her as they
passed.
The tavern owner did come to confirm for himself that it was
her but aside from her skirt which looked vaguely familiar, there was
little else left about her that he could definitely recognize. He did
recall that Maeve was flat footed and this woman was definitely
flat footed, otherwise most of her features had either been torn away
by the birds or were covered by the swarms of flies, so he couldn't be
sure. "Oh well" he thoutht, "it didn't really matter." as he walked
away. Just as the constable had said, nobody much cared.
As the days passed, the birds and maggots eventually consumed
the rest of the poor wenches flesh, leaving her frail bones to dry and
bleach in the sun. Alternating days of heat and nights of rain or mist
rotted the clothe of her skirts which became tattered and torn, held
in place by protruding hip bones that acted like gruesome hooks. And
eventually the bones dried out enough that her skeleton began to come
apart and fall to the ground below, until all that was left was the
rotting noose with bits of reddish hair to sway in the breeze. Her
skeleton lay scattered on the ground like a broken toy.
The constable who rode by periodically, finally stopped one
day, picked up Maeves skull and put it into a clothe sack and brought
it back to the city, where it would be used as a macabre candle holder
and later filled with sand and used as a door stop, for many
years. Preserved by the wax, it would eventually end up in a curio
shop before being destroyed by fire, in this century.
The gibbet would be used for many more years and see many
others dangle from its crossbeam before being abandoned. Each of it's
victims would have their own tragic stories to tell.
The End
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