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 No.20022

My reproduction /tribute of a story I read years ago on another site. I've looked and can't find it anymore. I’ve tried to reproduce it as completely and faithfully as possible from memory. The original was far better.

If anyone has the original or any info about the author please let me know so that I can properly credit the author.

 No.20023

Bena's Gift

Many years ago, one winter while I was still in college a special girl came into my life. Her name was Bena.

She was not like the other girls I had known. When we first me, I did not realize just how special she was. She was quiet and plain and rarely spoke in our class that we had together. Had we not been assigned to work together on a group project, I may have overlooked her in that lecture hall we shared with thirty-some other students.

Bena always dressed simply and modestly. She usually wore an unadorned blue gown/robe that covered her whole body down to the floor and her head was always wrapped in an immaculately clean white headscarf.

It was the second week of class when the professor randomly assigned everyone partners for a project. I was given a slip of paper with a name on it. Bena. After some searching, I found her, sitting at a desk in the back row.

“Are you Bena?”
She looked up suddenly but gracefully from her book.

“Y.Yes… I am Bena”.. she spoke quietly… “are we to together work?
I nodded. It was then that I saw her, really saw her for the first time.

She had the most beautiful cheekbones and prettiest eyes. She sat upright in her chair with perfect posture as if she were a queen.

As we worked together I discovered that she was a shy and gentle girl. She cared deeply for people and animals and though she was slow to share opinions, was thoughtful and insightful. She usually did well in her classes.

After our project finished with us getting the highest grade in the class we would continue to study, sometimes at the library sometimes at her place. Slowly we became more and more inseparable.

The semester ended and the summer came, we both had jobs on campus, so we continued to meet in the evenings and on weekends, sharing many experiences.

One night she called me“Come over tonight at 9 pm. I have something special for you..”

I entered her apartment, to find her on her couch. She sprang up and towards me as does lioness towards her prey or her mate (not sure which) Before I could react, I found her in my arms, our lips locked together. She pulled away a bit

“sorry. I hope I’m not too forward..” it.. it’s just that I. I feel for you in a way I never have and know you like no other and I would like… I hope I am not bad girl…” Bena hesitated.

I reassured her that I felt the same for her and she was one of the best people I knew, and I loved her no matter what.

She slowly removed her headscarf and her robe,I was astonished, beneath those plain unflattering clothes was the picture of beauty. Her radiant hair, her luscious full breasts, her healthy curves, her flawless skin.. If I wasn't already in love, I surely was now.
That night was one of the best in my life. I was amazed, it was as if something passionately fierce and beautiful had awakened in Bena. How was this the shy quiet girl I knew in class? Bena held back nothing…
The morning after with Bena snuggled up to me in bed.” I cannot stay here, my scholarship has been cut, without classes, I cannot renew my visa. I can't go back to my country, as I'm no longer a virgin,. My family will kill me for bringing shame to them, for not keeping the old ways.. I love you and could not live without you. I have one last thing, I want to die on my terms, and give you one last gift. I want to hang for you. “

I hated losing Bena, but her mind was made up, I could not sway her from her decision.

That next day we drove to the nearby forest. We went deep into the woods where no one would disturb us. Stopping below a mighty oak..she climbed up the tree threw the rope over a thick branch then shimmied down and adjusted it before tying it off above the stool we brought.

I set up the camera as she worked quickly and elegantly. Eventually, she finished her preparations.
She came close and hugged me, kissing me passionately:“Promise me two things, that once I start, you will not interfere, you let me hang until I am gone, and that you remember me always, forget me never.“ she asked.

“I promise”

I turned on the camera and motioned to her.

She turned towards the camera and spoke,“I am Bena… I do this on my own of my own choice. I cannot bear to live anymore as some would have me. I cannot stay and I cannot go back to where I was born…"

Slowly she disrobed for the last time, saving her scarf for last as she threw it to the ground.

She stepped up on to the stool and placed her head through the noose and tightened the thick knot behind her left ear. She then tied her hands behind her with the slipknot rope cuffs she had made, finishing with several heavy knots that would not come undone.

Then with one last deep breath, She slid off the top of the stool, casting her footing forever beyond her reach. Her dance was graceful but fierce as her body struggled for life.

She flailed like a fish caught on a line, as her body swayed in the noose, it was as if she was making love to the air, no she was fucking me in her mind.She remained calm, despite the fact she could not breathe, her body wanted to live, but her heart and soul wanted to go.

Her dance continued some time, growing slower and less energetic, her eyes became more distant as her face went from pale, to red, to purple.

When her stream of urine and feces began spraying down her legs, I knew she was gone.

I must have sat there an hour watching her sway in the breeze, before checking her pulse. Nothing. I grabbed the stool and cut her down, keeping the noose around her neck. I lovingly washed and wrapped her body in a sheet, before burying it. As the sun set, I went back to my room, poured some whiskey, and watched the tape over and over, in awe of her last gift, but in tears she was gone.

Her disappearance was soon forgotten. Just another missing person. She'd hardly be the first person to run off to parts unknown or vanish in a strange country. Her family did not press the issue, and the world continued to move.

Many years have passed. Life has been good to me, I have a job I love and am paid well for, I'm happily married with several beautiful children. But every so often, on quiet nights, I'll lock myself in my study, pour myself some whiskey and watch the tape that I keep in my safe.

 No.20025



Love & Noose

Jack had no idea that life would offer him a very special gift in a form of a beautiful young girl, who would offer him a special pleasure beyond his imagination. The girl was an exchange student from Pakistan. Her name was Bena Shari, and the moment Jack laid his eyes on her in class, he felt desire burn inside him. Bena was very beautiful. She was slim, with graceful smooth neck, high cheekbones and raven hair that fell almost to her waist. Her skin was smooth, light brown and spicy. In short, Jack always got his mind wondering what he would do with Bena once he managed to somehow seduce her. Jack was lucky, because Bena liked him too. They met in the park after class and Jack simply kissed her on impulse and she responded with passion that made him fly. Jack's tongue explored her mouth and she tasted of wild spices and honey. The next day, Bena seemed to hesitate about something. Jack told her boldly that he would like to make love to Bena. Eventually, after nearly an hour of silence, Bena cried a little, but then seemed to finally make up her mind. Jack drove her to his brother's hunting lodge just outside the city and there, in total privacy, he took Bena's virginity. Before he penetrated her, they cuddled and kissed and Jack patiently showed her the art of pleasing a man with her mouth. Bena was a gentle and spectacular lover. She lovingly and smoothly brought Jack to heights of ecstasy, and Jack exploded in her mouth. Bena savored his seed and drank him dry, before lying down on the bed and spreading her legs obediently for him. Jack enjoyed her body again and again, until they both lay exhausted on the rumpled sheets. "Jack, "Bena said after she rested. I want to show you something. Something I never showed to anyone." "Really?" Jack said with a smile. "What is it Bena?" "It might upset you a little, "Bena said reaching into her backpack and removing a thick manila envelope. She passed Jack a thick wad of photographs and Jack gasped in surprise at their content. Nearly half of the photos showed hanged young women and girls, some fully clothed, others completely naked. Jack could see that pictures were taken in various locations, and that the victims were hanged using anything from metal wire to shoelaces, ropes, cords and metal cables. The other photos showed actual real life executions, mass and solo hangings and close ups of the dead women's faces and necks after their bodies were cut down. Part of Jack wanted to shake with disgust, but greater part of him was clearly fascinated by what he had seen. The hanged were all women, and judging from Jack knew in his history lessons, women were indiscriminately executed primarily in the Middle East and parts of South East Asia. "Holy shit," said Jack. "Where did you get this?" Brought from my former country, "Bena replied with a sigh. "In my country men are masters and its very important to keep family's honor. Transgression means certain death. These hanged girls were killed by their relatives, with the exceptions of executions. Its just the way it is Jack." "But why hang them?" Jack wondered. "Hanging is very popular, " Bena explained. "Its cheap, simple and it excites men. I saw several executions myself Jack. Woman's' death throes are considered almost as appealing as her climax. Hanging is used for adultery, murder and family dishonor. It must seem strange but I myself secretly find them fascinating. The anticipation, the rope around the neck, the hanging, the pain…" "This girl here looks pretty calm," Jack said pointing at the photo of a young teen standing on the flatbed truck, with noose around her throat, with the other end of the thin rope being tied over the metal pole with a cross beam. The second photo showed the truck pulling away, and the third pictured the girl's grimacing face, as the rope went taut around her neck. Jack was amazed how such a thin neck could support the weight of her body. The rope was very thin and it dug deep into the girl's flesh. "What's this?" he asked Bena, pointing at the puddle beneath the girl's kicking feet. "Most of the hanged girls wet themselves as they strangle," Bena explained with a slight blush of her cheeks. "This is incredible," Jack said shaking his head. "Why do you keep these pictures?" "Because they are very rare," Bena said. "You never find anything like that. I know that some collectors would pay a lot of money to get them. I have decided to give them to you Jack, if you help me do something." "What do you want me to do?" Jack asked, with interest. "You see Jack, I can't go back to Pakistan. You took my virginity and It will mean certain death for me if my family finds out. I wanted to enjoy life in the west and I had a great time in the U.S. Now I want to end my life. I want to hang myself, so I die by my rules and not suffer the misery back home." "Bena, this is crazy," Jack said with disbelief. "Are you actually asking me to help you do it?" "I will do everything," Bena said to him." You just help me to find a remote place to do it. Since you have been so nice to me, I will give you a parting gift Jack. Do you have a camcorder ?" "In the garage," Jack said not knowing what to think of all this. "Good," Bena smiled, showing her perfect white teeth. "You are going to tape my hanging and you are going to keep the tape for yourself. That way you will never forget me." Jack argued, but Bena was firm in her decision. Jack finally gave up, realizing that he had to help Bena and keep his mouth shut after Bena died. Jack went with Bena into a garage, where they went through boxes of stuff, searching for a good rope. Bena told Jack that she didn't want a broken neck. She wanted to die by slow strangulation, experiencing every moment of it.. Finally, Jack found a length of rope about half inch in diameter and showed it to Bena. "Perfect," Bena said. "Take the spare in case it snaps." They went into the nearby forest and found a tree with ten feet tall thick horizontal branch. While Bena made the noose, Jack made sure his camera was working. He found an old wooden box for Bena to use. Bena climbed on the box and tugged on the rope. "Looks good," she said to Jack. Jack pointed his camera at Her and used the zoom lens to capture her in perfect detail. "Ready?" Bena asked. "Ready," Jack said and turned on the recording button. He saw Bena slowly and gracefully slip the noose around her neck, tightening it, positioning the slipknot on the side under her right ear and looked at Jack. "I am Bena Shari," she said loudly. "I have decided to hang myself for my own personal reasons. I dedicate this tape to the man who loved me and gave me pleasure." Then she kicked away the box. The rope went taut and Bena's exotic dance of death began. "Ack…ghurk!" Jack heard Bena's wet gurgle, as the rope dug into her smooth neck. "HGHRHHHK…GHRAGHGHKKK…NGHHRKKK…" Bena's hands begun to clench into fists at her sides and her legs begun to tremble from the strain. She began to make loud gargling noises and her whole body went into powerful convulsions, as she fought the approaching death with all her might. Bena's long feet begun to kick back and forth, and her neck begun to stretch slowly, showing her neck muscles spasming as she flailed in the noose like a fish caught on the line. Bena's eyes rolled in their sockets and saliva poured from the corner of her mouth. "hhhrghhk… she gurgled weakly as her windpipe closed completely and he began to jerk as if she was struck by an electric current. Her lovely tongue wormed itself between her lips and her fingers curled and scratched against the fabric of her blue jeans. The rope bit deeply into the flesh of her soft neck, cutting off the blood supply to her brain. Now Bena was beyond pain. Her stomach muscles spasmed, relaxed and spasmed again. Her feet begun to jerk uncontrollably and her head finally tilted to the side as more saliva drooled out of her mouth. Jack noticed the wet growing urine stain between Bena's long legs, and swallowed hard, continuing to tape her death. Bena convulsed several times and suddenly gave a tremendous jerk, after which her hands hung by her sides, and Jack could smell the sharp odor of voided bowels. For a second he was afraid that the rope might snap, but the rope held and Bena continued to trash as she messed up her underwear and jeans. It took another minute or so for Bena's death convulsions to stop. She hung still, silent and unmoving, still beautiful in her death. Jack taped her for another few minutes, then switched the camera off and walked up to the hanged Bena. He picked up the box and climbed on it, so his face was on the same level as Bena's and kissed her mouth. Then he cut her down and slowly removed the rope from her neck. "So beautiful," he said tracing the rope burn with his fingers. Jack brought Bena's body back to the lodge and stripped her of her soiled clothes and burned them. Then, he washed her body thoroughly with sponge and shampoo and toweled her dry. Jack then wrapped her body in white sheet and buried her under the young apple tree. Bena's disappearance remained an unsolved mystery forever, and Jack retained in his possession Bena's gift of photos, her suicide tape and the rope she used to end her life. On occasions, Jack played the tape in his private study, admiring the spirit and beauty of the young woman named Bena Shari. She gave him a pleasure he could never forget.

Copyright by Viking (2001).

You can repay me by breaking up the wall of text…

 No.20026

Love & Noose
Copyright by Viking (2001).

Jack had no idea that life would offer him a very special gift in a form of a beautiful young girl, who would offer him a special pleasure beyond his imagination. The girl was an exchange student from Pakistan. Her name was Bena Shari, and the moment Jack laid his eyes on her in class, he felt desire burn inside him.

Bena was very beautiful. She was slim, with graceful smooth neck, high cheekbones and raven hair that fell almost to her waist. Her skin was smooth, light brown and spicy. In short, Jack always got his mind wondering what he would do with Bena once he managed to somehow seduce her. Jack was lucky, because Bena liked him too.

They met in the park after class and Jack simply kissed her on impulse and she responded with passion that made him fly. Jack's tongue explored her mouth and she tasted of wild spices and honey.

The next day, Bena seemed to hesitate about something. Jack told her boldly that he would like to make love to Bena. Eventually, after nearly an hour of silence, Bena cried a little, but then seemed to finally make up her mind.

Jack drove her to his brother's hunting lodge just outside the city and there, in total privacy, he took Bena's virginity.

Before he penetrated her, they cuddled and kissed and Jack patiently showed her the art of pleasing a man with her mouth. Bena was a gentle and spectacular lover. She lovingly and smoothly brought Jack to heights of ecstasy, and Jack exploded in her mouth.

Bena savored his seed and drank him dry, before lying down on the bed and spreading her legs obediently for him. Jack enjoyed her body again and again, until they both lay exhausted on the rumpled sheets.

"Jack, "Bena said after she rested. I want to show you something. Something I never showed to anyone."

"Really?" Jack said with a smile. "What is it Bena?"

"It might upset you a little, "Bena said reaching into her backpack and removing a thick manila envelope. She passed Jack a thick wad of photographs and Jack gasped in surprise at their content.

Nearly half of the photos showed hanged young women and girls, some fully clothed, others completely naked.

Jack could see that pictures were taken in various locations, and that the victims were hanged using anything from metal wire to shoelaces, ropes, cords and metal cables. The other photos showed actual real life executions, mass and solo hangings and close ups of the dead women's faces and necks after their bodies were cut down.

Part of Jack wanted to shake with disgust, but greater part of him was clearly fascinated by what he had seen. The hanged were all women, and judging from Jack knew in his history lessons, women were indiscriminately executed primarily in the Middle East and parts of South East Asia.

"Holy shit," said Jack. "Where did you get this?

" Brought from my former country, "Bena replied with a sigh. "In my country men are masters and its very important to keep family's honor. Transgression means certain death. These hanged girls were killed by their relatives, with the exceptions of executions. It’s just the way it is Jack."

"But why hang them?" Jack wondered.

"Hanging is very popular, " Bena explained. "Its cheap, simple and it excites men. I saw several executions myself Jack. Woman's' death throes are considered almost as appealing as her climax. Hanging is used for adultery, murder and family dishonor. It must seem strange but I myself secretly find them fascinating. The anticipation, the rope around the neck, the hanging, the pain…"

"This girl here looks pretty calm," Jack said pointing at the photo of a young teen standing on the flatbed truck, with noose around her throat, with the other end of the thin rope being tied over the metal pole with a cross beam. The second photo showed the truck pulling away, and the third pictured the girl's grimacing face, as the rope went taut around her neck. Jack was amazed how such a thin neck could support the weight of her body. The rope was very thin and it dug deep into the girl's flesh.

"What's this?" he asked Bena, pointing at the puddle beneath the girl's kicking feet.

"Most of the hanged girls wet themselves as they strangle," Bena explained with a slight blush of her cheeks.

"This is incredible,"
Jack said shaking his head. "Why do you keep these pictures?"

"Because they are very rare," Bena said. "You never find anything like that. I know that some collectors would pay a lot of money to get them. I have decided to give them to you Jack, if you help me do something."

"What do you want me to do?" Jack asked, with interest.

"You see Jack, I can't go back to Pakistan. You took my virginity and It will mean certain death for me if my family finds out. I wanted to enjoy life in the west and I had a great time in the U.S. Now I want to end my life. I want to hang myself, so I die by my rules and not suffer the misery back home."

"Bena, this is crazy," Jack said with disbelief. "Are you actually asking me to help you do it?"

"I will do everything," Bena said to him." You just help me to find a remote place to do it. Since you have been so nice to me, I will give you a parting gift Jack. Do you have a camcorder ?"

"In the garage," Jack said not knowing what to think of all this.

"Good," Bena smiled, showing her perfect white teeth. "You are going to tape my hanging and you are going to keep the tape for yourself. That way you will never forget me."

Jack argued, but Bena was firm in her decision. Jack finally gave up, realizing that he had to help Bena and keep his mouth shut after Bena died.

Jack went with Bena into a garage, where they went through boxes of stuff, searching for a good rope. Bena told Jack that she didn't want a broken neck. She wanted to die by slow strangulation, experiencing every moment of it.. Finally, Jack found a length of rope about half inch in diameter and showed it to Bena.

"Perfect," Bena said. "Take the spare in case it snaps." They went into the nearby forest and found a tree with ten feet tall thick horizontal branch. While Bena made the noose, Jack made sure his camera was working. He found an old wooden box for Bena to use. Bena climbed on the box and tugged on the rope.

"Looks good," she said to Jack. Jack pointed his camera at Her and used the zoom lens to capture her in perfect detail.

"Ready?" Bena asked.

"Ready," Jack said and turned on the recording button. He saw Bena slowly and gracefully slip the noose around her neck, tightening it, positioning the slipknot on the side under her right ear and looked at Jack.

"I am Bena Shari," she said loudly. "I have decided to hang myself for my own personal reasons. I dedicate this tape to the man who loved me and gave me pleasure."

Then she kicked away the box. The rope went taut and Bena's exotic dance of death began.

"Ack…ghurk!" Jack heard Bena's wet gurgle, as the rope dug into her smooth neck. "HGHRHHHK…GHRAGHGHKKK…NGHHRKKK…" Bena's hands begun to clench into fists at her sides and her legs begun to tremble from the strain. She began to make loud gargling noises and her whole body went into powerful convulsions, as she fought the approaching death with all her might. Bena's long feet begun to kick back and forth, and her neck begun to stretch slowly, showing her neck muscles spasming as she flailed in the noose like a fish caught on the line.

Bena's eyes rolled in their sockets and saliva poured from the corner of her mouth.

"hhhrghhk… she gurgled weakly as her windpipe closed completely and he began to jerk as if she was struck by an electric current. Her lovely tongue wormed itself between her lips and her fingers curled and scratched against the fabric of her blue jeans.

The rope bit deeply into the flesh of her soft neck, cutting off the blood supply to her brain.

Now Bena was beyond pain. Her stomach muscles spasmed, relaxed and spasmed again. Her feet begun to jerk uncontrollably and her head finally tilted to the side as more saliva drooled out of her mouth.

Jack noticed the wet growing urine stain between Bena's long legs, and swallowed hard, continuing to tape her death.

Bena convulsed several times and suddenly gave a tremendous jerk, after which her hands hung by her sides, and Jack could smell the sharp odor of voided bowels.

For a second he was afraid that the rope might snap, but the rope held and Bena continued to trash as she messed up her underwear and jeans. It took another minute or so for Bena's death convulsions to stop.

She hung still, silent and unmoving, still beautiful in her death. Jack taped her for another few minutes, then switched the camera off and walked up to the hanged Bena. He picked up the box and climbed on it, so his face was on the same level as Bena's and kissed her mouth. Then he cut her down and slowly removed the rope from her neck.

"So beautiful," he said tracing the rope burn with his fingers.

Jack brought Bena's body back to the lodge and stripped her of her soiled clothes and burned them.

Then, he washed her body thoroughly with sponge and shampoo and toweled her dry. Jack then wrapped her body in white sheet and buried her under the young apple tree.

Bena's disappearance remained an unsolved mystery forever, and Jack retained in his possession Bena's gift of photos, her suicide tape and the rope she used to end her life. On occasions, Jack played the tape in his private study, admiring the spirit and beauty of the young woman named Bena Shari. She gave him a pleasure he could never forget.



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