Posted by Israeli guy on September 10, 2001 at 13:13:03:
(f hanging incest consensual)
Patching up and adding some detail to "When the wind blows".
It was very cold; so fitting for Rache's last day on earth, being also her shortest day. Though it couldn't have a good ending, it was the most comforting day in her life.
Much of it was due to its beautiful beginning. Waking up in the arms of her father, lover, husband, everything. In the little number off days she had with him she knew only wholeness, comfort, and a sweet, care free, safe sense of being. Protected from the shadow and absence of her mother, that went away from her life as soon as she was born. Protected from the unreasonable guilt she felt about her mother's death, and from the even bigger true guilt of taking her mother's place in the life of her father.
Now it would all end. And that was sad exactly for the same reasons. It was so sad to leave life just when it became so easy and beautiful. She only knew she was doing the right thing, and the thing her father needed her to do. It was unfair, but she knew it must be done so she tried to enjoy her last moments. All she did was stop thinking about her end, and give herself to the warm environment she was in, which was not a hard thing to do.
Waking up with her father kissing her was the best way to wake up. Soon he was all around her. Trying to get for the last time what he would miss so much after today. Rache just smiled a content smile, keeping her eyes closed, enjoying all he had to offer. Knowing her body from when she was a baby definitely helped. Having the experience with her mother's body helped. Being so in love with her helped. Knowing its the last time helped very much. His touch was so gentle going over her breasts, nipples, belly. It was like she was divine, out of reach, like she would soon be.
Rache accepted her father with a dripping cunt, with closed eyes like she was still in a dream, and a long soft moan. She totally gave herself up to the excited throbbing movement of her father in her. There was nothing like it, and she knew there won't be even if she lived to be a hundred with him. It made immanent death feel less painful. Higher and higher waves of pleasure were going into her, washing her from everything wrong that ever happened. She felt almost too peaceful.
His big hands going over her skin, his mouth touching her face, while the waves inside her were getting higher and higher, becoming the only thing she could hear, discarding for the moment the howl of the wind blowing outside, and then the big explosion of sensation, and the warmth hitting every cell of her body, the losing of all orientation while he pulled out of her. They just stayed there for the moment, in each other's arms, half dreaming, and then she felt the need to feel him as he felt her, touching him all over, sucking his dick, eating the semen that created her in her mother's womb.
"There's something I have to tell you, Rache", he said at last. She put her hand on his mouth and hushed him. "No, no more words, we just said what can't be said in words with our bodies. No words can add anything to it. I know your eternal love for me."
"Its not about love. Its something you should know," he said, "by now you already know how your mother died, but you don't know that she was picked for a sacrifice the day after you were born. If you waited just one more day inside her she wouldn't be one of the women in the circle, and she would still be alive."
A moment of silence, and then he said : "It was all my fault. I didn't like her. She was too strong, too independent, I thought she was playing with my feelings, I felt like she was treating me wrong, and I wished she were dead and I was free to take another woman." He was crying.
Rache, only now getting out of the shock of knowing her birth paved her mother's way to the noose, couldn't see and hear her father's guilt. She knew that he wasn't to blame.
It all became very clear now. She was the one responsible for her mother's death. From her first day she wanted to destroy her mother so she could take her father, this is why she wanted to become her mother all her life, and this is why the gods want her hanged. Today she would pay for the death of her mother by hanging the same way she did, and Rache was sure that the wind will keep blowing for long days, letting her body sway in the wind for a long time on display for everyone to see the fate of a daughter that killed and replaced her mother. Now she even felt more at peace than before. It was not cruel or unfair. It was just for her to hang, and she wanted it. She will go happily to her death, let the noose embrace her neck, and let it do its job well.
He just kept going all that time : "I never knew it could happen. I never thought she would really die. And then I blamed you for being born at the wrong day. If you only waited one little day ... "
Rache's father held her in his arms crying. It was so cruel, losing his wife for the second time for Odin, She wiped his tears but they kept coming. "Its not your fault" was all she could say, then there was silence between them, and silence would dominate, if only the wind could stop.
Having her father pull the rope was comforting. Rache stood proud with the noose on her shoulders, giving thanks to the gods for letting her pay for her crimes, parting from everything around her, concentrating on Odin that will have her in a moment. She smiled a clam smile looking at the chanting people, took a big breath, closed her eyes, lowered her head, and accepted her fate. As the noose tightened she let her body go limp, as if already dead, and when the noose was tight she eased her knees, letting the noose take her full weight. Her life was a mistake, and now it will be fixed. Rache felt herself being pulled up into the air, her body swinging in the cold wind, her neck shut, but still she didn't attempt to breath.
Once in a while when she swang she let her body attempt to get some air which was harshly denied. She then felt the pain, and held back until the next time. Not much could be seen from the outside. While blackness was coming over her, her father watched, aching to touch her, but he couldn't. She was now a sacrifice, she belonged to Odin, she didn't belong to him anymore. All he could do was to admire the gentle way she died, totally submitting herself to her god, and tell her she was a good girl in a sad voice.
Rache was pleased when she lost consciousness, drifting away into the blackness, pissing warm piss over the cold snow, knowing she would hang there for a long time for all to see. She would hang high in the windy tree for whole days while everyone held their daily lives, almost not noticing her anymore. She now both became her mother, and paid for her mother's death, total peace finally achieved.
Israeli guy