Wild West Wild Wedding

“Mom, this is going to be hard to explain.  It's a kind of ‘good news - bad news’ sort of thing.  The good news is: I'm getting married.  The bad news is: my husband is going to kill me.”


Mother and daughter stood holding hands beside a sign that read: ‘please wait here until your name is called.’ Daughter, lovely in her white wedding dress and veils, was standing inside a chalk marked square about six feet on a side. Mother, wearing a bright lavender sundress, stood just outside the square.  Mother couldn't help but think that having both the square and the sign was rather silly; one or the other would have been adequate.


An hour ago, they had watched as a woman in her late forties had climbed the scaffold steps, escorted by a county deputy. The deputy was wearing an 1880’s costume.  The woman was naked, except for a 2 inch pink ribbon with a large bow, tied around her left thigh like a garter.  The woman seemed resigned to her fate, as they stood her on the far trap and placed the noose around her neck.  A moment later, the sheriff pulled the lever and the naked woman dropped to the end of the rope.  She jerked when the rope grabbed her by the neck, and she seemed to bounce an inch or so.  Then she began thrashing around as she slowly strangled to death. The woman struggled for several minutes before the end, and the body was left dangling for the audience to see. Mother could clearly see tears streaming down the woman's reddened cheeks.


A half an hour ago, mother and daughter had watched as a woman in her late twenties was led up the steps by another deputy in period costume.  The woman may have been cute once, but now she was noticeably losing the battle against weight gain.  They could see red and bloody welts laddering her buttocks and thighs where she had been repeatedly beaten over the last several days.  The daughter had shared a jail cell with the other woman over the last three days, and learned that the woman was unable to enjoy sex without being abused.  She had wanted so much sex so often, and that meant as many floggings, with a variety of implements.  Standing on the near trap, she had almost fainted when the noose was dropped around her neck.  The deputy had held her up, and murmured encouragement to her.  When he stepped away, the sheriff swung over the lever.  Mother was close enough to hear a distinct crunch when the woman's neck broke.


Mother and daughter had spent the time talking; discussing what had brought daughter to this point.  Daughter had explained how she'd met her fiancé at an agricultural conference.  How they had hit it off, how they bedded, and missed so much of the conference because they'd spent the time in bed.  She told her mother that it had been so hard to say goodbye when the conference ended.


Daughter had come to this isolated little cattle town a year ago to see for herself the special show put on during the annual wild west festival.  Instead of being offended, she had been captivated.  Her fantasy had always been a life of ease as the sex toy of a wealthy man.  His had always been a woman dying on her wedding day.  So they made a deal.  She would have a year of leisure and sex.  At the end of their ‘honeymoon’ he would marry her and hang her.


Standing beneath the gallows where she was about to die, daughter insisted she had no regrets. Her fiancé had fulfilled his end of the bargain.  Comfortable life.  Nice clothes.  Weekend jaunts to the city to sample the night life.  She had spent enough time in her fiancé’s bed, and his father's bed, and his sisters bed, to remain pleasantly sated most of the time.


Now, it was her turn to fulfill her end of the bargain.  Daughter admit that she was actually looking forward to it.  Anticipation was arousing her so much she was certain it was getting her panties wet.


They watched as the sheriff released the ropes, one after the other.  The bodies of the recently deceased were dropped unceremoniously to the ground, where deputies cut the ropes just above the knots.  The bodies were carried to a horse drawn wagon and dumped in the back, like sacks of trash.  The sheriff pulled one rope up and removed it.  He pulled up the other, and tied a new seven turn gallows noose.  A noose for daughter.


Suddenly, the groom appeared out of the crowd.  He wore a frock coat, with a real cravat under his vest, and a real sash instead of a cummerbund.  Daughter absolutely beamed with happiness.  She turned and gave her mother a goodbye hug.  Mother tried hard to smile through the tears.  She did not want to spoil her daughter's special day.  The bride and groom held hands, as they climbed the steps to the scaffold together.


Daughter did not hesitate as she walked proudly to stand on the trap.  There was a moment of hesitation as she insisted in having the noose around her neck for the ceremony, which the groom had not expected.  The sheriff was careful to avoid the crown of silk flowers in her hair when he lowered the halter over her head.  When the rope was snug around her throat, she turned to face the judge, and took the grooms hand in hers.


Something the judge said, that mother could not hear, elicited a brief giggle from daughter.  They exchanged traditional vows, despite the irony in “till death do us part.” The judge pronounced them man and wife, and the happy couple kissed.


The groom helped his bride strip.  The white gown, a ruffled petticoat, stays, camisole and ruffled bloomers, all fell to the scaffold.  The bride was left with only the flowers in her hair, and white stockings tied at the knee with white ribbons.  While the sheriff tied the brides hands behind her back, the groom descended the steps.


Mother could see, that as her daughter positioned herself on the trap, the young woman was smiling broadly.  Even knowing she was about to suffer an agonizing death by strangulation, the bride seemed happy and content.


The sheriff pulled the lever.  The leaves of the trap slapped against their stops.


The bride dropped about a foot, before the noose grabbed her by the neck.  Her smile was replaced by a look of surprise when the rope crushed her throat.  Surprise gave way to wonder as she experienced the pain of strangling.  Then, her smile returned as she accepted her pain.


The sheriff belayed the rope on the cleat, and began to lower the bride.  But for a small movement of her head, as if she were trying to rub against the knot behind her ear, she dangled relaxed.  The brides mother was amazed that the girl was so calm during what had to be a horrible agony.


The groom positioned himself below the open trap.  With his naked bride dangling above him, he pulled open his trews and pushed them down about his thighs.  Heedless of the crowd of towns folk watching, he produced a firm erection.  As his bride was lowered to him, he caressed her legs, causing her to squirm.  When she was close enough, he began to stroke her pubis.  She waved her legs, trying to keep them open for him.  As they came close to face to face, her toes still several inches from the ground, she was actually smiling.  With one hand he lifted her thigh, with the other he steered his erection to her waiting lower lips.  She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist to give him room to penetrate.  His hands moved to her butt, and lifted.


It must have been awkward for both of them.  They struggled to keep her hips up enough for him to get in, while the noose around her neck pulled her up so she was bent almost double at the waist.  Despite that, they both had looks of arousal on their faces.  Her eyes were closed, tears beginning to streak her makeup.  He seemed to be staring at the rope digging into her throat.


Mother could tell when the groom orgasmed, because his eyes closed and he made an animal noise deep in his throat.  After a second to catch his breath, the groom released his hold on the bride, and stepped back.  Her legs falling free imparted new momentum to the brides body, and it began to swing back and forth.  The body was completely limp.  Mother guessed that the bride had passed while her husband was consummating the marriage.


Some men were congratulating the groom, clapping him on the back, and trying to shake his hand while he was trying to put his trousers back on.  At first mother could only stare.  She only realized she was crying when she had to wipe her eyes so she could see.  Slowly she walked forward, under the scaffold, to her dangling daughter.


A man and woman walked up to view the body.  The woman reached up to grab the bride's teat, and whispered something to the man.  He grabbed the woman's teat and whispered a reply.  They walked away, holding hands, lust in their eyes.


The show was over.  The crowd was dispersing.  Mother walked over to the groom.


“I have to catch a plane in two days.”  She wrapped an arm around his waist, and pulled her body tightly to his.  “You, and your father, and your sister, have that much time to make me too sore to sit comfortably.”