(An illustrated Hanging Story)
Geoff wanted to look at his dead wife one last time before the reading of the will.
He closed the door of his den behind him and walked to his desk. Started his computer, he listened to the fan whirl as the CPU warmed and things began to load…
…A few weeks ago, he hadn’t been able to believe how lucky he was. As a small town boy from the wrong side of the tracks, he had been about to marry a beautiful woman who loved him.
And she was worth a lot of money.
“Not that I care about money,” he told her constantly, “I just love you. It doesn’t matter how much money you have… or don’t have. I’d love you even if you were so poor that I had to buy your wedding dress.”
“Please!” Britni said, smiling at the rumpled shirt (which left his chest bare) and his uncombed hair. “I’d let my horse pick my wedding dress before I let you do it.”
“Then I guess it’s a good thing you can afford your own,” he said smiling back.
“I could afford to buy you a decent suit as well,” she said. “A girl should have a groom who looks worthy of her.”
He scowled, just a bit. It was a sore topic between them. “You know why I want to buy my own suit,” he insisted, not for the first time.
“It’s not like we won’t be husband and wife soon,” she said, shaking her head in frustration. “You’ll be living in my house, eating the food that my maid buys with my money.”
“I know sweetheart, and I’m fine with that. But it’s the principle of the thing. It’s not that different from the prenuptial agreement you had me sign.”
“That’s completely different. It’s a legal thing.”
“No it’s not,” he insisted, “I don’t want to take anything if I leave this marriage and I don’t want to enter it accepting anything either. All I want out of it is you.”
“That’s so sweet, honey.”
He grinned at her. She always called him honey when she couldn’t convince him to do what she wanted…
…The computer beeped, shattering his little daydream and pulling him back to reality.
He sighed as he clicked on the media player icon.
As a long time gambler, Geoff knew just how fickle Lady Luck could be. He’d risked everything for the love of a wonderful woman—and now she was gone.
The player window came up on his screen and he opened the file menu. It asked him for a password and he entered a long code. Then he scrolled down the list and clicked on the item he wanted to view. As it was loading, he turned the volume down all the way—just in case anyone came early. He didn’t want anyone else to know what he was watching.
They wouldn’t understand.
The screen filled with a shot of his wife walking down the grayish-blue hall of the hotel where they’d gone on their honeymoon.
He sniffed and wiped his nose, then sat back to watch:
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Geoff was so wrapped up in watching the men tie up his wife that he almost didn’t notice the knock at his door, but he reached over and clicked the pause button and minimized the screen. As he waited, to see if there would be another knock, he couldn’t help thinking how he’d freaked out when he found his wife’s dress abandoned in the hall of the hotel. These men has stripped her; then forced her down the back stairs into the basement parking lot, where they’d obviously had a vehicle waiting.
Barely more than five minutes from drawing the gun on her to the first film cut—so they could take her to wherever it was they’d finally taken her.
The knock at the door came again.
“Come in," he said. The butler entered the room and bowed. “Yes Mason?”
“The guests have begun to arrive, milord.”
“Thank you Mason. Just pass out the hors d'oeuvre and let me know when the lawyer arrives.”
“He should be here in about thirty or forty minutes, milord.”
“Thank you Mason, that will be all.”
Geoff turned the video player back on as Mason left the room, closing the door behind him.
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Geoff clicked the play button again as he rubbed his palm over his throbbing cock.
It was amazing, and a little embarrassing, but even though his wife was dead (and this video showed her kidnapping) her hot little body still had the power to make him hot and horny. She really had been a beautiful woman—and the way she moved as they manhandled her was… hard to resist.
It wasn’t every day that you married a woman like Britni; and he knew he would continue to miss her for a very long time.
In a way, it was better now that there was proof that she was gone.
He still remembered carrying her white dress down to the receptionist, babbling hysterically and demanding to know what they’d done with her. They’d called the police, and Geoff had called all of Britni’s family, asking if any of them knew where she was… or if they’d gotten a ransom call. The local police wanted to handle it themselves, but Geoff insisted that they call the FBI and kidnap recovery specialists and congressmen. He would have called the local SPCA if he’d thought it would do any good.
Fortunately, the FBI had been understanding. They worked with the other groups and individuals that tried to get involved, while efficiently setting up a phone monitoring system and simultaneously starting an investigation.
Then, for Geoff, it was just a matter of waiting nervously by the phone.
“They’ll call,” the FBI assured him.
Twenty seven hours later, a delivery van pulled up to his door.
The driver carried a small package to the door and knocked.
When Geoff had signed for the item, he opened the package and found a DVD in a clear plastic case.
No writing.
No ransom note.
Just the video.
One of the FBI techs put the disk in the player and pushed the button:
And there was his wife. Her hands had been tied behind her back and she wasn’t wearing any panties. He remembered wondering if the men holding her arms had taken them off, or whether she hadn’t worn any under her bridal gown. It would have been just like her to surprise him with something like that.
It didn’t look like the men had removed anything else. She was still wearing her shoes, garter belt and hose, the long, tight fitting lace sleeves and the lace bolero that was part of the wedding ensemble but not cut from the same cloth as the gown.
They were leading her down a hall with plain, concrete walls—and although he could see her long shapely legs trembling, she wasn’t offering any resistance.
“Why isn’t she fighting them,” Geoff asked disturbed by her seeming willingness to follow where they led her.
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“They’ve probably already punished her a few times for trying to resist.” That was Larry, the FBI technician.
Geoff nodded, watching as the men lead her to a corner—and then as they rounded it, there, at the end of the hall, was a stool sitting right below a hangman’s noose.
Suddenly Britni did begin to struggle.
“Why isn’t there any sound?” Geoff asked, almost hystericxally as he reached for the sound console. “Can we turn up the sound?”
Larry blocked his hands for a moment before testing a few knobs himself; then he shook his head and said, “Volumes up full.”
“What’s she doing now?” Geoff said. “She’s stopped struggling.”
“She’s probably trying to reason with them,” another FBI man said. Geoff hadn’t bothered to learn his name.
As they watched, Britni and one of the men seemed to come to some sort of agreement. She nodded her head; then slowly and awkwardly sank to her knees in front of him.
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“Oh my God,” Geoff wailed, “She was pleading with them. Begging for her life."
“And apparently they just took her up on her offer,” Larry muttered softly.
Geoff took a deep breath and seemed to calm down a little as he thought about it. "Good girl," he said finally, "do anything, if they’ll spare your life.”
Britni moved forward slowly as the man unzipped his pants, but he wasn’t satisfied, he took hold of her head and pulled her head forward, jamming his cock down her throat without any preliminaries. It was obvious that she wasn’t used to having a cock thrust down her throat. She tried to pull back, and it was almost as if Geoff could hear the sounds of her chocking and gagging.
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After several very long minutes, the man finished—forcing her to take every single drop down her throat. Then the other man moved forward and took his turn. He gave her a hard push and with her wrists cuffed behind her back there wasn’t anything she could do to stop herself from rolling onto her side. Now she was facing back towards the camera—and Geoff thought he saw her eyes growing wider.
“She hadn’t realized there was a camera until now,” he groaned softly.
As if to confirm this conclusion, her face began to turn even brighter red and she tried to turn her face away from the camera. If he hadn’t known the context of what was happening, it might have looked like she was gazing into her captors eyes, as he raised her leg and pushed his cock inside her.
The weight of her upper body was resting on her elbow, and each time he thrust, she winced a little as the motion forced the joint to grind across the floor.
Geoff reached up and turned the video off.
“I know this is difficult,” one of the FBI men said, “and you don’t have to stay here and watch it. But we have to watch the rest of it… just in case we see something that gives us a clue to solving your wife’s murder.”
“She isn’t dead,” Geoff insisted. “Why would they kill her? She’s has money. They should be asking for a ransom… not killing her!”
“Unless maybe this is personal… We have no way of knowing their motivation is. We need to watch the rest of it. She might mouth some word that will give us a clue.”
Geoff swallowed hard and nodded. “I’ll stay,” he said, wiping a single tear from his cheek.
It was obvious no one was going to talk him out of leaving the room—and so no one tried. The FBI man just pressed the play button again and they continued watching:
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...Geoff gasped as the man kicked the chair out from under his wife and her body began to swing. “My God,” he wailed, “They killed her.”
He stood and ran from the room.
Larry the tech guy followed, since he wasn’t a detective and his eyes weren’t absolutely needed. Walking over to where Geoff was sitting on the stairs—with his face in his hands and his elbows on his knees—Larry just stood there, not touching, but letting his presence be a comfort.
“It was never about a ransom,” Geoff muttered, almost as if to him self. “They were always planning to kill her… all along. There was never anything we could have done.”
…Geoff was sitting in his den alone, feeling a little ashamed as he worked his hand up and down along the shaft of his cock.
He definitely preferred the freedom of being able to watch this video when he was alone.
But he watched again and again.
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And each time that he did he was even more amazed that his wife’s body, swinging from the end of a rope had such a strong power to arouse him.
He could hear her gurgling as she fought for her last few breaths and even the sound of her clothes rustling as she kicked. Occasionally she kicked so hard that the rope creaked—but gradually her struggles became weaker and then she was just limply hanging there, lifeless and still.
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“Now that was one hell of a show,” the taller man on the camera said.
“Damned straight!” The smaller one agree. “I almost wish we could do that one again.”
“That’s why we take the video,” the taller man said with a grin.
“Yeah, but I mean for reals. There’s nothing quite like watching the kick and squirm up close and in person, you know.”
“Where you want to eat?” The taller man asked as he closed the door behind them.
The camera zoomed in for a final close up.
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Then the screen went dark.
Geoff nodded to the screen with a sad smile. “Goodbye my dear,” he said as he turned the player off. “It’s a shame you forced me to sign a prenuptial agreement. I really think you would have been the fuck of my life. But then,” the took out the DVD disk and held it up with a slightly brighter smile, “I do have my memento to remember you by, so I guess (at least) that I can see you any time I want.”
Geoff jumped as there was another knock at the door.
He took a few deep breaths to quiet his beating heart, then went to open the door.
Mason, his butler, was standing in the hall, looking a little sheepish.
“Isn’t it a little early for the reading,” Geoff asked.
“I’m sorry to bother you sir, but some men are here to see you.”
"Now?"
"I'm sorry sir," Mason said, looking down with uncharacteristic chagrin. “They were quite insistant.”
“Well then,” Geoff said, “I guess you better show them in.”
A moment later, Geoff was stunned to see the tall and short man from the video walking into his study. “My God! What the hell are you doing here?” He demanded.
“We heard about the death of your wife,” said the taller man.
“And we’re here to offer our condolences,’ the smaller one said with a grin.
“We heard about her will… You didn’t mention that when you hired us.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Geoff said. “Please leave my home immediately before I call the police.”
“Oh, I don’t think you’d want to do that,” said the taller man. “Unless you want us to let your wife go?”
“What are you talking about!” Geoff said, “My wife is dead. You killed her; I saw it.”
“Naw,” the taller man said, scratching the back of his head. “Turns out she was such a fine piece of ass that Ned couldn’t bring himself not to try for his share. After he turned the camera off he cut her down so he could have his fun and while he was fucking her, she started breathing again. Guess you could say he revived her, although he swears it wasn't intentional. After it was done, however, we started thinking that it might be more fun to keep her as our little play thing. We’ve been having our fun with her for the past several weeks now, but she’s still very much alive. And I dare say, she’s not very pleased with what you’ve done to her.”
“Not very pleased at all,” the smaller man parroted.
“Now, the way I see it, we can handle this in one of two ways,” the taller man said. “Either we can continue to use and abuse her, and send you entertaining monthly videos to prove that she’s still alive and kicking. Or we can release her and send her back home, with all the proof she needs to put you in jail for the rest of your life.”
“What proof? There isn’t any such proof.”
“Bank deposits receipts, with your tracking number, no doubt… voice recordings and video of the initial contact… trust me, it’s all there.”
“I don’t believe it,” Geoff said, “You’re bluffing. She’s not even alive! You’re just trying to get more out of me than we agreed upon.”
“That’s why we're giving you these little videos,” the smaller man said, slapping the envelop he was carrying down on the table. “We’ll let you decide if you think she’s alive while you beat your meat some more watching what we get to do with her every day.”
“We’ll contact you again, come this Friday,” the taller man said.
The crackle as Geoff swallowed was so loud that he was certain the men must have heard it, but he didn’t say anything. He wasn’t certain his voice wouldn’t crack. And the funny thing was, he wasn’t entirely certain if it was from fear or anticipation over what they’d brought for him to watch.
“By the way,” the taller man said with a gin. “If you like what you see, we can arrange for a personal visit. A man should get to visit his wife from time to time, even if she’s languishing in prison.”
“For the right price, of course,” the smaller man added just before the door of the den closed behind him.
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So most of my stories try to find a way to (at least potentially) avoid that. Besides, now they can hang her again, if they want to.