Cecile and the Hangman
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Henri had overseen many a hanging in his career, but this morning proved to be unusual, since the condemned was a young aristocratic woman by the name of Cecile.
She was a beauty unlike any he had ever seen, with lustrous golden hair coiffed and swept up in a bun that left her elegant neck exposed. Her gait remained soft and measured even as she mounted the steps of the scaffold, and Henri couldn’t help but marvel at such courage. Even the toughest of men tended to panic in the face of death, which made her composure all the more impressive.
Cecile dropped the hem of her blue silk dress and looked towards him for the first time. Her expression remained placid as sunlight danced in those sea-green eyes that would fade and close forever once the sentence had been carried out.
Henri swallowed beneath his black mask. He allowed his gaze to wander away from Cecile’s face and settle on her bare shoulders and decolletage. Her ample chest seemed to heave in response to his attention, and he suddenly longed to tear through that expensive dress just for a chance to see more of her breasts.
However, the judge soon demanded everybody’s attention by clearing his throat and officially announcing the fate of the condemned.
“Cecile-Antoinette Beaufort, for the crime of conspiring to overthrow the King, you shall henceforth be hanged by the neck until you are dead. Do you wish to utter any last words?”
“No, your Honor,” Cecile said softly without a single tremble or quiver.
“Then, so be it. Begin the process.”
Henri realized that his time had come. His heart pounded as he crossed the scaffold and made sure Cecile’s wrists were properly secured together. Then, he allowed his hands to travel up the smooth sleeves of her dress until they met again with her soft skin. Cecile gave a restrained sigh while he caressed her bare shoulders with his palms and stared up at the dangling noose in front of them.
Unable to fight his desire any longer, Henri leaned forward to plant a kiss upon Cecile’s neck, causing her to grow tense. His heart sank, for he wanted her to remain supple and willing like a bride waiting for her beloved groom in bed.
Still, he had already started, and it would bring him more disappointment if he wavered now. So, Henri slid his right hand down past Cecile’s decolletage, then underneath the neckline of her dress so that he could feel her breasts. They were absolutely warm and exquisite, with even her nipples being tender enough to give him intense pleasure at the slightest contact.
She was simply too gorgeous and heavenly for this world, and it was with sorrow that Henri eventually withdrew his hands before slipping the noose around her neck. He adjusted the knot until it rested against her nape, then glanced at the frowning judge, who nodded curtly back.
Henri tugged on the lever that would force the trapdoor open. It gave way beneath Cecile’s feet, and she let out a moan while struggling to keep herself planted.
It took only a few moments for her to have nothing left to press against for support. The noose tightened as she began to kick in desperation, inadvertently causing one of her ribboned shoes to fly off and reveal her dainty foot. Her once lovely voice came out as hoarse gurgles from the lack of air, and she was soon twisting and buckling in complete agony.
The bodice of Cecile’s dress, which had been loosened by Henri’s earlier motions, could no longer hold her breasts in place, and they spilled out from the force of her throes. The blood drained from her face, causing the blush in her cheeks to fade and her dazzling sea-green eyes to become more like dull stones.
Her arms and legs fell limp, followed by her slender shoulders, and at last her half-naked torso as well. Henri stared down in disbelief and arousal at the sight of her swinging gently like an inanimate doll, which she had indeed become in a way.
He joined the judge and others in descending the scaffold while a doctor approached to check Cecile’s body for any lingering signs of life.
She was declared dead after having her neck, chest, and thighs inspected, thus signaling to Henri that her corpse could be taken down and transported to the catacombs, where it would likely be tossed into a mass grave alongside other traitors who had been executed over the years.
She was a beauty unlike any he had ever seen, with lustrous golden hair coiffed and swept up in a bun that left her elegant neck exposed. Her gait remained soft and measured even as she mounted the steps of the scaffold, and Henri couldn’t help but marvel at such courage. Even the toughest of men tended to panic in the face of death, which made her composure all the more impressive.
Cecile dropped the hem of her blue silk dress and looked towards him for the first time. Her expression remained placid as sunlight danced in those sea-green eyes that would fade and close forever once the sentence had been carried out.
Henri swallowed beneath his black mask. He allowed his gaze to wander away from Cecile’s face and settle on her bare shoulders and decolletage. Her ample chest seemed to heave in response to his attention, and he suddenly longed to tear through that expensive dress just for a chance to see more of her breasts.
However, the judge soon demanded everybody’s attention by clearing his throat and officially announcing the fate of the condemned.
“Cecile-Antoinette Beaufort, for the crime of conspiring to overthrow the King, you shall henceforth be hanged by the neck until you are dead. Do you wish to utter any last words?”
“No, your Honor,” Cecile said softly without a single tremble or quiver.
“Then, so be it. Begin the process.”
Henri realized that his time had come. His heart pounded as he crossed the scaffold and made sure Cecile’s wrists were properly secured together. Then, he allowed his hands to travel up the smooth sleeves of her dress until they met again with her soft skin. Cecile gave a restrained sigh while he caressed her bare shoulders with his palms and stared up at the dangling noose in front of them.
Unable to fight his desire any longer, Henri leaned forward to plant a kiss upon Cecile’s neck, causing her to grow tense. His heart sank, for he wanted her to remain supple and willing like a bride waiting for her beloved groom in bed.
Still, he had already started, and it would bring him more disappointment if he wavered now. So, Henri slid his right hand down past Cecile’s decolletage, then underneath the neckline of her dress so that he could feel her breasts. They were absolutely warm and exquisite, with even her nipples being tender enough to give him intense pleasure at the slightest contact.
She was simply too gorgeous and heavenly for this world, and it was with sorrow that Henri eventually withdrew his hands before slipping the noose around her neck. He adjusted the knot until it rested against her nape, then glanced at the frowning judge, who nodded curtly back.
Henri tugged on the lever that would force the trapdoor open. It gave way beneath Cecile’s feet, and she let out a moan while struggling to keep herself planted.
It took only a few moments for her to have nothing left to press against for support. The noose tightened as she began to kick in desperation, inadvertently causing one of her ribboned shoes to fly off and reveal her dainty foot. Her once lovely voice came out as hoarse gurgles from the lack of air, and she was soon twisting and buckling in complete agony.
The bodice of Cecile’s dress, which had been loosened by Henri’s earlier motions, could no longer hold her breasts in place, and they spilled out from the force of her throes. The blood drained from her face, causing the blush in her cheeks to fade and her dazzling sea-green eyes to become more like dull stones.
Her arms and legs fell limp, followed by her slender shoulders, and at last her half-naked torso as well. Henri stared down in disbelief and arousal at the sight of her swinging gently like an inanimate doll, which she had indeed become in a way.
He joined the judge and others in descending the scaffold while a doctor approached to check Cecile’s body for any lingering signs of life.
She was declared dead after having her neck, chest, and thighs inspected, thus signaling to Henri that her corpse could be taken down and transported to the catacombs, where it would likely be tossed into a mass grave alongside other traitors who had been executed over the years.
I enjoyed the fact that the hangman was aroused reluctantly and was "unable to fight his desire any longer". Later he did his duty despite the fact that "She was simply too gorgeous and heavenly for this world, and it was with sorrow that Henri eventually withdrew his hands before slipping the noose around her neck".
I enjoy situations like this in fantasy.
I enjoy situations like this in fantasy.
Thanks for elaborating. I like writing about forbidden lust/attraction.
And what better example is there than having to kill the very person who has caught your eye?
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