Keeping Carstairs

A WILD WEST FESTIVAL STORY

"I can get a job," said Suzy.

Dad shook his head.  Then before Mom could say anything, he went on: "It wouldn't be enough if you both had jobs.  The bank is going to take the ranch; we can't stop that now.  And the only place I will be able to find a job for my skill set is in the city.  And even after the bank takes the ranch, we won't have enough money for me to take anyone with me."

Mom sat up a bit straighter.  "Then I will just have to volunteer.  That way you'll have one less mouth to feed.  And I'm sure the judge and his friends will be happy to buy my body from you."

Dad lay his hand on his wifes, where it rested on the kitchen table.  "I don't want you to suffer that way."

She lay her other hand over his.  "You and I both knew that I would end my days on the county gallows.  I've been thinking about it since I was in high school.  It just never seemed like the right time.  Well, this is the right time."

"No, dear I -"

"Please, dear.  You want to watch me hang, as much as I want to hang for you."

Tears welled in Dad's eyes, but he nodded.

"I can volunteer, too," offered Suzy.

"No, kid," replied Dad, "you can't. Not until you're next birthday, anyway.  Despite what they did to Teresa and her daughters last year, the judge is determined to enforce the eighteen year old rule, and your birthday is a few weeks late."

"Okay.  Then how 'bout I take that housekeeping job with that guy, Carstairs?  Room and board, and an allowance.  Then you can go to the city without me."

Mom shook her head.  "You can't mean that."

Suzy shrugged.  "Why not?  All he wants is someone to cook, clean and fuck.  I can do that for a while.  If Dad gets lucky, I can move to the city with him later.  Or, at the very worst, I can volunteer next year."

"Yeah, but Carstairs?"

So it was that on a Friday evening several weeks later, Suzy, wearing only an apron and panties, waited at the door with a stein of beer in her hand as Cartairs rode up in his ATV.

Carstairs was under tall and over weight.  His belly hung over his belt several inches.  His ranch house was seven or eight miles from his nearest neighbor as the crow flies, and twice that by road.  He lived alone, seldom bathed, and had the personality of a rock.  But, his place had water rights going back to the 1860's, so he was able to eke out a living raising cattle and keep his mortgage paid.  The first time Suzy went to bed with him, she gagged on his stink so badly, she nearly vomited.  Fortunately for her, his orgasm was on a hair trigger, so she didn't have to put up with it very long.

It took her several weeks to slowly clean up the clutter in the house.  In the heat of the summer desert, she quickly learned to give up on wearing much clothes.  Jeans if she was going to be on her knees for any length of time.  Sometimes a bra, although she was barely a B cup so she could just as easily go without.  He didn't seem to notice or much care, how she dressed or how the house looked.  She kept him fed, and she let him fuck her, and beyond that, little seemed to matter.  So, she developed little ways of encouraging him to do things she wanted.

As he came in the door, she smiled and said:  "Shall we take a bath?"  He smiled and accepted the beer.  She took his hand and led him into the bathroom.  After shedding her apron, she helped him undress.  When he was naked, and obviously aroused, he finished the beer and set the empty stein by the washbowl.  She slipped out of her panties, and took his erection in hand to lead him into the shower.  Since it was Friday, she started by washing his hair, easier than it might sound since she was two inches taller than he.  Then she methodically scrubbed him down, paying special attention to his belly flap, under his arms, and between his legs.  Washing his prick and balls was last, and called for special attention.  When she was done with him, it was her turn.  She made a show of it, washing her hair, scrubbing her body, paying special attention to her boobs and pussy, while he watched the entire process.  Then, when they stepped out, a quick rub down with a big towel.

She took him by the hand, and led him into the bedroom, where she leaned over the foot of the bed, and spread her legs.  Reaching down with her right hand, she began teasing her lower lips, and slid her finger in and out to spread her juices.  A moment later, he was there and eagerly slid in.  Her hand stayed, and her finger began stroking her clit.  He was better at holding on, and she was better at making sure she was adequately aroused, so when he spewed in her, she orgasmed as well.

After a hasty douche and wash, it was time for dinner.  Neither of them bothered to get dressed again.  With better food, and better portions, Carstairs was actually loosing weight.  She was able to convince him to cut down his beer from six or eight a night to only two, which helped greatly.  This took a bargain, and Friday night was her turn to fulfill her part of it.  After dinner, he put one of his porn in the DVD player, and sank onto the couch.  She took her place on the floor between his legs.  He liked girl on girl, which had never before interested her.  But sex was sex was sex.  After watching for a while, she could see he was getting aroused again, so she lay on the floor, and let him watch her masterbate.  The first time she'd done this, she'd expected to need to fake her orgasm; but to her delight, she discovered that she enjoyed showing off for him, and she was easily able to climax every time.  Then it was his turn, and she wrapped her mouth around his erection.  The first few times she'd done this had been difficult.  But he was easy to please, and she'd managed to avoid getting sick.  Now, when he spewed in her mouth, she was able to swallow without complaint.

Finally, with both of them exhausted from a long days work, and satiated on sex, it was time for bed.

"Mister Carstairs?  There's something I'd like you to do for me, please."

"Hmmf?"

"You know the Wild West Festival is going on, right?  They're hanging my mother tomorrow, and I'd like to go watch."

"Yer underage.  Ya can't get in."

"I talked to them.  They'll make an exception, 'cause it's my mother.  An' 'cause my birthday is only a few weeks away.  They do that sometimes."

"Hrmm."

"Please?"

"Mm Hmm."

On the outside, Carstair's 4WD looked like junk; dirty, dented, both seats ripped, and holes worn in the carpet.  Mechanically, however, it was in superb condition.  Carstairs himself had gone to the trouble to put on a shirt and trousers instead of his usual t-shirt and coveralls.  Suzy wore a nice powder blue summer A-line with a scooped neckline.  On some mad impulse, she wore neither bra nor panties.  Since the Wild West Festival took the place of the usual county fair, there were farmer exhibits, crafts and cooking, games, and all the conventional trappings of harvest time.  The county owned it's own rides and games, despite the enormous expense, because they could not take a chance on the traveling shows that entertained most county fairs.  Carstairs had little interest in any of it.  But, Suzy was able to convince him to visit some things in the limited time they had before lunch.  After lunch, it was time for the show.

The actual show ground was isolated by a ring of trees, a berm and a chain link fence.  In previous years, high school students sometimes made holes in the fence, and sneaked in to watch the show.  Suzy never had, but she knew friends who had, and they told her what they saw.  At the legal entrance, there was sign that required proof of ID, and a couple men were methodically checking, even those they obviously knew on sight.  When Suzy offered her ID to the man on the fair committee, he started to turn her away, but the other man, a sheriffs deputy, had been warned she was coming, so she was allowed in.

Suzy and Carstairs were still near the back of the crowd when the judge went up onto the scaffold and gave a little speech.  Something about horse thieves and hanging naked women, Suzy couldn't really hear it very well.  Then the first woman was brought up onto the gallows.  Fortunately, it was not Suzy's mother, because they were too far back to see much clearly.  The woman appeared elderly and she was completely naked; not even a pair of stockings.  The woman and the judge spoke to each other briefly.  The judge laughed at something she said, before he backed away.  The sheriff pulled the lever.  The woman dropped through the trap.  There was cheering and laughter from the crowd.

After a few minutes, Suzy said: "Mister Carstairs, I want to go look."

"Hmmf?"

"Please.  I need to see."

"Hmm."

Since there was time before the next 'performance' they had little trouble working their way to the front.  Suzy was surprised to see that she knew the recently departed.  Mrs. Eddings had been Suzy's third grade teacher.  Evidently retirement had not suited her.  Looking at the body, Suzy saw the chevrons of stretch marks on the soft belly flesh, and teats gone flacid and flat with age and nursing.  The woman's neck looked oddly stretched, and bruising was forming around the neck just below where the rope sank deeply behind the back of her jaw.  For some reason, the limp body reminded Suzy of laundry hung out to dry on a windless day.  To Suzy's surprise, the dead woman seemed to be smiling.

Behind the scaffold Suzy could see a horse drawn freight wagon, and beyond that, a street facade recreating the look of the late nineteenth century.  People were going back and forth between the grassy arena and the building.

"What's there?"

"Bars," replied Carstairs.  Surprised that she'd spoken aloud, and that he'd answered, Suzy turned to look at him.  He seemed slightly lost.  

"Did you want something to drink?"

He shrugged, then shook his head.

On the other side of the gallows, by the steps, a crowd had gathered.  Remembering why she was there, Suzy walked in that direction.  Someone had marked a chalk square, about six or eight feet on side.  Between the square and the gallows step was a sign that read: 'Please wait here until your name is called.'  Standing inside the square were two women.  One: a twenty something red head, wearing a white long sleeved shirt, tied up under her boobs, unbuttoned and pulled down off of her shoulders so that her big soft boobs were hanging out, with bobby socks and penny loafers; the carpet matched the drapes.  The other: Suzy's Mom wearing a lacy black garter belt holding up lacy black thigh high stockings with black high heels;  her jet black hair had been colored to remove all the grey, above and below.  Despite having their hands tied behind thier backs, the two women were working the crowd.  Not only talking and joking, but allowing, even encouraging, people to touch and grope.  Suzy tried calling out to her Mom, but Mom didn't hear.  A woman Suzy knew from Mom's bridge club leaned over the chalk line and gave Mom a passionate kiss on the lips; then turned and kissed her husband just as eagerly.  Suzy tried calling again; this time someone drew Mom's attention and pointed to Suzy.

"Suzy girl!  What are you doing here?  Never mind.  I'm just happy to see you."

"Is Dad here?"

Mom shook her head.  "He's around somewhere.  He desperately wants to watch me hang, but he can't completely cope with me leaving."  She grinned.  "I told Janice O'Neill to stay with him.  I asked her to help him cream his jeans when I drop."

"Oh, God.  You didn't!  You think she will?"

"I think she'll try.  But, how are you?  How are things working out?"

"Okay.  Pretty good actually.  I'm getting along with Mister Carstairs.  How are you doing?"

Mom laughed.  "I am so incredibly horny right now!  I have been dreaming about this since I was fifteen, but I never imagined I would be so turned on when the time came!"

"Ha!  You sound like someone in a porn video."

"I feel like someone in a porn video.  See for yourself," Mom leaned back and thrust her hips forward, "see how wet I am."

Any other place and any other time, Suzy would have been horrified at the the idea of touching her mother's pussy in a sexual way.  Here and now, the objection never occured to her.  She shoved her hand between her mother's legs, and began to stroke her lower lips.  As promised, they were damp with her arousal.  Suzy curled her index finger to stroke her mother's clitoris.  Suddenly, her mother caught her breath, and began to shiver.  A moment later she sighed.

"Mother!  You didn't!"

"I did.  You did; and thank you."

A nearby male voice said: "May I?"

Mom gave Suzy a peck on the cheek, and turned to a man Suzy did not know.  While Mom spread her legs, and the man put his hand on Mom's boob, Suzy stepped back into the crowd.

Carstairs appeared at her side and pulled her to a place near the gallows where he held her arm and let her collect herself.  There was a question in his eyes as he looked at her.  She nodded.  "I'm alright."

"Hmm?"

"Yes, I'm okay."  But, as she looked at him, she saw something else in his expression.  "How about you?  Are you okay?"

He tried to offer her a poker face, but failed.  He frowned.  "I ain't been back here since my sister volunteered twenty years ago."  He turned to look at Mrs. Eddings, dangling under the gallows, perhaps hoping to hide his face from Suzy.  "Sis and some friend o' hers was gonna volunteer together.  The other girl backed out.  My sister was scared.  Bawlin' 'er eyes out.  I'd just turned eighteen.  First time I could come see.  I's all set t' charge up an' rescue her.  She saw me, and shook 'er head.  When she dropped, she strangled nice and slow.  Good show fer the crowd.  An' Ah shot a load in m' britches watching."

He turned back to look at Suzy.  The pain in his face was obvious.  "In mah head Ah reckon she'd a been happy t' know Ah got off on 'er.  In mah gut, Ah've always felt guilty 'bout it."

"Do we need to leave?  Is this too painful for you?"

"Do ya wanna be there fer yer mother?"

"Um, yes."

"We'll stay."

There didn't seem to be anything else to say.  So, they waited patiently.

After a few minutes, there was stir over by the steps.  Then Suzy could see one of the Sheriffs deputies, in his period costume, leading Mom up the stairs to the gallows.  Suzy could see that Mom was grinning, but there might have been something about the look in her eyes.  At the top of the steps, Mom's grin faded.  Then she took a deep breath, and walked, looking confident, to the trap and the noose that was about to kill her.  She placed herself on the trap.

Suzy was just barely able to hear the judge ask if Mom had any last words.  Mom looked out over the crowd, and said loudly: "Thank you all for coming, today!"  Looking over the crowd, Mom's eyes noticed Suzy.  "Love you Suzy girl!  Hope you enjoy this.  I mean to!"  Then looking back out over the crowd, she said: "I hope you all enjoy this, no matter how it turns out!"  That was met with applause, laughter and a few cat calls.  Mom nodded to the judge, who stepped back.  The Sheriff took the noose, lifted it over Mom's head, and pulled it down around her neck.  With both hands he tightened the heavy coils to back of Mom's left ear, before letting the knot fall naturally behind her.  He took a moment to pull Mom's hair out of the loop, then moved to the back of the scaffold.  

Suzy could see Mom was still grinning, her eyes watching the crowd.  Her mouth was open and she was panting.

She dropped.

It happened so fast!  One moment Mom was standing there smiling, the next she was halfway through the trap, the leaves were banging into thier stops, and Mom's weight was resting on the rope around her neck.  The knot was against her spine, and the cord digging into her trachea was sunk in deep enough that Suzy could barely see it.  

At first Mom had a surprised look on her face.  Then it shifted to one of wonder, almost curiousity.  She started to move, to squirm and quiver.  She tugged at her hands tied behind her back, and her legs waved back and forth with the heaving of her hips.

The Sheriff lowered Mom somehow, until her head was completely under the scaffold floor.  Then he must have secured the rope, because he stepped over to the open trap to look down on his work.

Mom was jerking and heaving, much like a fish on a line.  But her facial expression reminded Suzy of the look of a woman enjoying sex.

Suzy started forward.  The sheriffs deputy at the foot of the gallows moved to stop her, but hesitated when he recognized her.  Up close, Mom's crotch was at the level of Suzy's breast.  Suzy reached up, and slid her hand between her mother's legs, to stroke her pussy.  Mom's eyes shot to her, recognized her, and Mom began to smile.  Suzy began to stroke her mother's clit.  After only a moment Mom's back seemed to try to arch, her legs flew out and back, and she tried to push her head back against the unyielding knot.  She shuddered hard for a few moments, then went completely limp.

Suzy stared at Mom's face.  So that's what they meant when they said 'glassy eyed.'

She felt hands on her arms, and someone began trying to pull her away.  She turned, to see Carstairs.  He led her back away from the scaffold, with other people trying to talk to her, laughing and smiling.  She couldn't really make out what anyone was saying.  The crowd thinnned, as people went on their way.  Carstairs stopped and held Suzy by the arms, searching her face.

It slowly sank in what Suzy had done.  She began to fully realize that she had just masturbated her mother to death.  She had given her mother a final orgasm as the woman hanged by the neck, slowly strangled by the killing rope.  Tears welled in her eyes and made it hard to see.  Her mother was gone.  She had helped kill her mother.  She had known what was going to happen.  She had come here to see it happen.  But, the reality was so much different than what she had expected.

She leaned forward and lay her head on Carstairs shoulder.  He released her arms, and wrapped his around her hugging her to his fat.  Suzy raised a hand and swiped at the tears in her eyes.  Her mother would not want her to cry.  Her mother had said in front of the crowd that Suzy was supposed to enjoy what happened.  It was what Mom wanted.  Suzy had only made Mom's last minutes a little more pleasant.  No.  She decided she would not cry for her mother.  She could cry for herself later.

She took a deep breath, and straigtened up.  Carstairs searched her eyes.  She smiled and nodded.  "I'm okay, now."

He did not look convinced.

"No, really.  I'm okay.  It's - it's like you were saying.  I feel guilty about helping, but I'm certain she enjoyed it.  She was happy it happened that way.  It's what she wanted.  I just need to remember that it's what she wanted."

Carstairs nodded, and began to pull her away.  She resisted.  Instead, she pulled away from his hand on her arm, and walked back to the gallows.  Aware that he was following, she approached her mother's body.  Like, Mrs. Eddings, Mom's body had that limp, empty, laundry on a line look.  Like Mrs Eddings, Mom was smiling; but where Mrs. Eddings had a slight faint smile, Mom had a smile of bliss, that even as Suzy watched, was fading as the muscles relaxed.

Suzy sighed.  Mom had died happy.

Carstairs tugged on her arm again.  "We should go."

"No.  I want to stay."  She turned to look at him.  "I mean, if you don't mind.  I feel like I need to see this through.  I - I want to watch the other woman go - I mean, I want to watch the other woman hang."

For a moment, Carstairs face was unreadable.  Worried?  Annoyed?  Upset?  But then, his eyebrows went up, in a 'not my problem' expression.

So they waited.  At one point he asked if she wanted anything to drink.  She did not but told him he could get something if he wanted.  He didn't.

After twenty minutes or so, the deputies gathered around the scaffold.  The sheriff released the rope holding Mrs. Eddings, and the body flopped to the ground.  One of the deputies cut the rope right above the knot, and two of them carried the body to the freight wagon waiting near by, where they tossed it in like it was no more than a bag of trash.  A moment later, Mom's body fell to the ground.  A deputy cut the rope above the knot, and two of them carried the body to the wagon.  Suzy winced when it was tossed in.  She reminded herself that Mom wasn't in there anymore, but it still felt disrespectful.  The sheriff pulled up the rope on the first trap and removed it.  He pulled up the second rope and tied a new seven turn noose.  The deputies pushed up the leaves of the trap until it was in place; and the sheriff reset the lever.

Finally, the deputies led the other woman to the gallows steps.  The redhead seemed to hesitate before taking that first step; was she having second thoughts?  She was moving slower than Mom had.  At the top of the steps, the woman paused.  She visibly pulled herself together, before walking to the trap.  The judge asked her if she had any last words.

She looked at him for a moment, then smiled, and looking at the audience, she called out: "I want to thank all the nice people I've had sex with over the last few days.  You made this time very pleasant."  Her smile faded and she seemed to become unsure of herself.  Now, she looked at the crowd as if she were looking for something.  "I want to be hanged!  I don't want to die, but I want to be hanged.  I - I need to be hanged.  Do it.  Just do it!"

The sheriff approached the woman.  She winced slightly when he lowered the noose over her head and around her neck.  As he had with Mom, he lifted her hair out of the loop, before pulling the knot tight.  The woman was now looking up at the cloudless sky.  There were tears in her eyes, and running down her cheek.  From where Suzy stood, she couldn't tell if they were tears of joy, or of fear.  The woman was shaking, tho, and her large boobies were bouncing on her chest.  Suzy noticed that the nipples in their large pale aereoles were plump and erect.  Scared or not, the ginger was definately aroused.

The moment the trap opened, the woman looked down wide eyed at her feet as she plunged to the end of the rope.  When her weight slammed into the noose, her mouth popped open and a look of shock appeared on her face.  Like Mom, the sheriff had only dropped the woman half way, and like Mom, the knot had jerked tight to rest against the back of her head.

As the sheriff lowered the woman the rest of the way clear of the scaffold floor, a huge grin split her features.  She started shaking again, and Suzy had the feeling that the woman was actually laughing.  Any hesitation she had felt about her fate was obviously gone now.  She started throwing her body around, apparently in an effort to experience as much of her hanging as she could.  She rubbed her head against the knot, messing up her hair.  She started kicking out, spreading her legs as much as possible before they fell back.  She rubbed her tied hands against her butt, then it looked as if she were trying to finger her asshole.  Well, maybe she was into the anal thing, and wanted to get into that because with her hands tied she could not touch her pussy.  If that was it, then it must have worked for her, because she started thrusting her hips back and forth causing her boobs to flop up and down, and a look of ecstacy replaced the laughter on her face.  When she went limp, there was a definate smile on her face.

After a few minutes of the body swaying back and forth, people realized the show was over.  The crowd started to move.  Although a few went up to the gallows to look more closely at the body, most people went toward either the exit or the bars.

"Damn!"

"Hmm?"

"Well," said Suzy, "did you see that?  Both my Mom and that other woman had a sexual thrill from being hanged.  They both had an orgasm.  Damn!"

Carstairs took her hand, and led her away.  Suzy considered going to the freight wagon to see her Mom one last time, but decided she didn't want to remember her that way.  They walked directly to the 4WD without stopping, and started driving home.  

Halfway there, Suzy pulled up her skirt and started playing with herself.  After a few minutes of that he stopped the car, hopped out and came around to her side.  She happily hopped out, and bent over the seat.  He tossed up her skirt, and took her there on the roadside.  They both achieved climax quickly.  When they arrived home, Suzy took him by the hand, and pulled him into the bedroom where she quickly skinned off her dress and bent over the foot of the bed so he could have her again.  A light dinner of left overs, and in a break from their usual Saturday night routine, she put one of his pornos in the DVD player.  Hardly waiting for the video the start, she took him in her mouth to get him hard again.  Once he was, she climbed up onto his lap, and impaled herself on him.  She was able to cum quickly, but he needed some time, and she had another little climax when he was finally able to spew his seed into her.

Exhausted, she curled up beside him on the couch.  He placed an arm gently around her.  They lay like that companionably for a while.

"Mister Carstairs?"

"Hmm?"

"Was it like that for your sister?  I mean, did she get turned on by hanging?"

"Ah don' know."

"Are you sorry we went today?"

"Mmf.  Uh, no.  Seein' you with yer mother kinda helped me come t' terms with my sister."

"I'm glad."

"How 'bout you now?  Ya thinkin' you might volunteer?"

"Oh no!"  She shifted position a bit.  Then turned her face to him and grinned.  "At least not until I have a daughter old enough to stroke my pussy when I do."