Magdalene’s encounter with married life

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Magdalene Smythe liked in the small country of Eastwick, not far from its capital of Brampton. She was an attractive woman from a family that lived comfortably is not of great wealth.



In her mid-twenties, she had yet to find a man she would commit her life to and as said, the rich were not breaking down her parents’ door offering doweries that they could not refuse. However, Lord Harold Hardepecquer had seen her and was quite smitten by her… um… attributes. One day when she was passing by, Harry Hardepecquer said to his bookkeeper he would like to get in her pants marry her but wasn’t sure how she would react. His bookkeeper suggested offering her parents a generous gift.

Harry was a touch surprised and asked “A dowery? For her? She is not even of royal blood!”

His bookkeeper Seymore Gould said “If I put enough of a gift before you, you would marry my grandmother.”



Seymore had a point and Harry bestowed a generous gift on Maggie’s parents, making sure they knew it was not a dowery. At first, Maggie was angry with her parents. She had no idea who Harry Hardepecque was, and she disdained the whole ‘dowery’ game. But eventually she agreed to go out with him. It turned out he seemed like a proper gentleman and although she refused to have intercourse with him, Harry had other ways of pleasing Maggie without her risking getting pregnant.



Over a short period of time, Maggie and Harry decided to get married. During the ceremony, Harry could hardly hide his enthusiasm he would finally get to fuck bed Maggie.



For the first few months of their marriage, everything was bliss. Harry could hardly keep his hands off Maggie and Maggie was quite reciprocal.



But even in paradise, smooth, still waters hid dangers beneath them…

 

[jacksjg89]

Magdalene Smythe liked in the small country of Eastwick,

Unnecessary clarification requested. Did Magdalene like living in Eastwick or was she liked by the populace of Eastwick.

Will watch her future progress with great interest.

 

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Unnecessary clarification requested. Did Magdalene like living in Eastwick or was she liked by the populace of Eastwick.

Will watch her future progress with great interest.

Tree typo... she LIVED in Eastwick///

 

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The early months of Maggie’s and Harry’s marriage was filled with passionate romantic encounters. For having married a virgin, Harry was most pleased with Maggie’s adventurous methods of having sex.



She would engage in activities that normally require the paid services of a woman of the night.



To an outside observer one would believe their marriage was a match made in heaven.



But over time, their encounters became less frequent. Harry seemed only interested in impregnating Maggie. Sex was less often though hardly less energetic.



When Maggie would question Harry about his lack of desires, he casually stated they had sex more often than most married couples. Maggie did not dare ask their friends about that- it wouldn’t be proper to do so.

One morning, when Maggie was off to the Brampton farmers’ market, she got home early. Quietly she crept up to their bedroom hoping to surprise Harry and have a gorgeous session on mid-day sex. As she neared the bedroom she heard vigorous activity within. She peeked in the room and found Harry humping the neighbor’s daughter rather enthusiastically.



Maggie watched for a while. She was impressed by the energy he screwed the woman.

In a modern world, she could have divorced Harry and taken half his wealth with her but in those times in Brampton, the woman he was having sex with would be hanged as an adulterous and there was a good possibility she would be hanged next to the woman for not having satisfied her husband.

Besides, Maggie was not exactly free of misdeeds…

 

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Maggie, as has been noted earlier, was technically a virgin when she married Harry. This is not to say she was unaware of feelings that she could achieve when she stimulated those parts between her legs. She had also discovered she could attain climaxes having the forbidden anal sex if her partner knew (or cared enough) to massage her loins.



Soon after she had married Harry, she became intimately familiar with a pair of the groundskeepers, Bull and Gunner. Maggie enjoyed Bull’s massive cock when he filled her ass.



But even he seemed almost normal sized compared to Gunner.



Still, even though she was married, Maggie took care that Gunner came in her ass.



Having a baby from having sex with the stable hands could be explained as being Harry’s child but if Gunner was the father, the child’s skin color could be difficult to explain.

Maggie made trips to the stables almost daily so she could be with Bull or Gunner.



She took care to hang her clothing outside the stalls when she was having sex with the groundskeepers. Little did she know, Harry’s mistress boarded her horse there and her clothes hanging from the walls was a beacon to the mistress’ eyes.



One evening, Harry’s mistress was tending her horse when Harry came out to meet with her. As he pulled off his clothing, Joan Tree said “You know we aren’t the only ones having sex in here.”

Harry seemed surprised and demanded “Who else is screwing in my barn?”

Quite naked, Joan Tree shook her breasts and asked “You mean you didn’t know your wife is screwing your groundskeepers?”



The next day Maggie came out to meet with Bull for a midday fuck.



Instead she was met by a pair of Brampton’s finest constables. Amazed an quite naked before her surprised visitors, Maggie exclaimed “What are you doing here?”

One said “You are under arrest for adulterous promiscuity!”

Heavy irons locked Maggie’s hands behind her back.



As the constables led Maggie from the barn, one said “You haven’t been fucked like this in that barn, have you?”

 

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Maggie was locked in the Brampton city jail. She was under no illusions she would be set free. Women accused of adultery were hanged in the city square unless someone paid a healthy sum to free them and she doubted her husband would even have such a thought.

Maggie had seen many women do their final dance as they hanged by the noose around their necks. They weren’t just hanged. There was an elaborate ceremony preceding them being hoisted up. Quite a show was made to entertain the spectators, much to the humiliation of the condemned women.



Drinks flowed freely at the vendors’ tents right up till they hoisted the women of the ground. The hangmen were quite experienced and knew how to make a woman ‘hang by her neck until dead’ a magnificent show for the people watching her execution.

Maggie loved watching the women being hanged. They would thrash frantically as they hanged. She knew it must hurt. The condemned women would often pee as during their final moments of life.



Those that didn’t usually did once they expired. People would look up at the dead woman’s body, appreciative of how much she suffered before she succumbed to the noose.



And then all would gather at the vendors’ tents to get a fresh drink to celebrate another sinner taken care of.

Maggie looked down at her bare body.



She not only feared being hanged to death, but she knew Mr. Hill would bid on her body. She would not end up as pig food. She would be barbecued and sold as prime cuts to the crowd that had watched her hang.



Maggie’s day in court came quickly. She wore a commoner’s dress as she was brought into the courtroom. The charges of multiple counts of adultery were read for the court’s record. There was little doubt of Maggie’s guilt. She had lured Harry Hardpecquer, a rich and handsome bachelor, into marrying her and not satisfied with catching him she seduced to hard working laborers into satisfying her endless sexual desires.



The state’s barrister had the nerve to call her a ‘Bathsheba’ and it was not on the proper way the good book meant the name to mean.



By the time the lawyers had finished tearing Maggie’s reputation to shreds, the judge passed his sentence on Maggie.



“Magdalene Smythe, and I address you by your birth name as I hereby annul your marriage to the honorable Mr. Hardepecquer, I sentence you to be hanged by the neck in the town square next Saturday. You will be hanged for a sufficient time to take your life and remained hanged until sunset when your body will be removed for feed for livestock… that is if your carcass is not purchased by a suitable buyer prior to then.”

Maggie was returned to the Brampton jail where she would be held until she was hanged. Harry Hardpecquer met her and said “Take your clothes off. You won’t need them when you are hanged, and I paid good coin for them.



Maggie began to take the dress off. There was more than a hint of anger in her voice as she asked “Are you going to give this to your girlfriend? She would look good in it when she is tried for adultery.”

“Magdalene, our wedding has been annulled. Any sex she has with me is purely consensual entertainment…”

 

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Maggie has been condemned to be hanged to death as an adulterous. Sister Angel of the Order of the Immaculate Copulation comes to see her in the Brampton jail to see if there is anything she could do for Maggie before her date with the noose. Maggie says “Yes, there is something you can do for me.”

“Do not ask me to spare you from the gallows. The archbishop himself has blessed the government’s decision to hang you” Sister Angel tells Maggie.

“It is not that. I know these bastards are going to hang me to death” Maggie says. “I hear Mr. Hill from the butcher shop placed the winning bid on my body. I know there is no saving me from the gallows, but I don’t want my husband eating one of my breasts as a prime cut after I am hanged.”



“That would take an order from the archbishop to spare you from becoming meat. I will see what I can do, but don’t count on being saved from the butcher’s knife” Sister Angel warns Maggie.

A few days before Maggie is to be executed, she is brought to the local church where she would plead her case to the archbishop. She is brought into a smack private suite when Archbishop Wragg sits in a casual gown surrounded by ornately dressed monsignors. Maggie is somewhat overwhelmed as she naked except the irons that hold her wrists behind her back.

The archbishop says “Magdalene, I understand you would prefer to be spared a trip to the butcher shop after you are hanged. Since the state has confiscated anything of value you may have possessed, I want you to suck my cock. If you do it properly, I will consider sparing you from being carved into meat.”

“WHAT” Maggie asks in disbelief.

The archbishop turns to one of the monsignors and in a peeved voice asks him to explain to Maggie how to suck his maleness.



In an equally annoyed voice, Maggie huffs “I know how to suck a man’s cock. I do not need one of your celibate boys to tell me how to do it.”

Maggie leans forward and takes the archbishop’s member in her mouth. There is a question in her mind of how good of head she should give him.



Maggie decides only the archbishop can spare her from becoming a rack of meat and gives the archbishop the best blowjob she has ever given any man.

After Maggie satisfies the archbishop, she is taken to the church’s cellar while he consults with his clergymen and has dinner. Maggie is brought to his dining room where he is flanked by a pair of naked women. He dabs his mouth and says “Magdalene, my priests have determined you are not merely an adulterous but must be somewhat of a whore to be able to give head as you did. Therefore, your body will still be sent to Mr. Hill’s butcher shop where some good can be made of your pathetic existence.”



“On a positive note, these ladies traveled all the way from Anjou province to donate one of their premium French nooses to hang you with. Messaline assures me it will not chafe you neck as it strangles you to death.”

Maggie is brought back to the Brampton jail where Sister Angel escorts her to her cell in the building’s cellar. Maggie laments that Harry Hardepecquer will be eating a slice of her body after she is hanged.



Sister Angel tries to assure Maggie there is still time to find a solution but Maggie does not seem convinced…

 

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Early Saturday morning- the day of Maggie’s execution…

Maggie is brought to a part of the cellar that few people even know about. She is mounted on a rack usually used to extract confessions from unwilling prisoners not willing to admit to their ‘crimes’. With her wrists and ankles locked in irons she asks “What are you going to do to me?”



The monsignor leans over her and says “Nothing, Magdalene. You are being prepared for a special visitor.”

He wipes his hands and tells the jailor to ‘prepare the slut for her guest’. The jailor turns the crank above her head and says “You should be honored a tramp like you is having a guest of this stature!”



Maggie is stretched a painful amount and left alone for what seems an eternity. Finally Sister Angel escorts Archbishop Wragg into the room. The pair of them look at the woman stretched before them. Sister Angel says “Look at the harlot. It is a shame her only punishment is being hanged to death. I think you should remind her of why she will be hanged in the town square.”

The archbishop has a noticeable bulge in the crotch of his gown. He says “Yes, she should be reminded but I am a man of the cloth. It would not be appropriate for me to give her such a lesson.”

Sister Angel winks at Maggie and says “I can take your gown. Only the three of us will know of your sacrifice.”



The archbishop removes his gown and hands it to Sister Angel. She again winks at Maggie and says “Call me when you are done” and leaves the room.

The archbishop ties Maggie’s legs spread wide and merciless screws the bound woman. As he comes, he growls “A woman of your type has no right to live!”

Maggie growls “I’d rather be hanged than have sex with your type!”



After the archbishop was spent, he leaves Maggie on the rack and Sister Angel gives him his formal attire, a brilliant red and white outfit befitting of his title. As Maggie is led from the jail, Sister Angel reminds the archbishop of their bargain.



“Remember, she gets a proper burial, or you don’t get to fondle these” Sister Angel says as she thrusts her breasts out beneath her habit. Softly she says to Maggie “I told you I would find a solution…”

 

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Midday, Maggie is brought to the town square where the gallows await her neck. She has seen many women’s executions as they were hanged to death. Each one looked quite erotic as their bodies thrashed as they hanged by their necks. It never occurred to Maggie how much pain the women felt as the noose closed around their throats and their bodies danced beneath their noose.



A crowd watched Maggie walk to the gallows. Except for the rope binding her hands behind her back. She got to the gallows, a simple wood platform with a pair of vertical posts holding a crossbeam that the noose she would be hanged with. As she climbs onto the platform the crowd grows louder. Their shouts are hardly kind to Maggie. She is after all a condemned adulteress about to be put to death. A guard leads her leads her toward the noose as a city office tugs at the premium French noose making sure the foreign rope would hold Maggie when she was hanged by it.



Maggie stood next to the noose as the mayor of the city announced her and the cause of her execution. The crowd’s shouts become cheers as he says that Maggie would be hanged by her neck until she is dead.



Maggie squeezes her legs together hoping she would not pee before the jeering crowd. Maggie had been naked before men before but never before a crowd of more than a hundred people as she is now.

The mayor takes his jacket off and grabs the noose. He begins to put the noose around her neck. Maggie desperately pleas for him not to hang her. Coldly he says “You are not fit to live.”



He gets the loop over her head and tightens it only tight enough she cannot escape its hold on her. The mayor turns to Harry Hardepecquer and Archbishop Wragg and says “You are the only ones that can spare her from being hanged. Are either of you so inclined?”

Harry boldly condemns Maggie and says “The wench is getting off easy just being hanged. String her up and may the whore die slowly.”



The archbishop simply says “There is no reason she should be allowed to live.”

He declined to mention their liaison earlier in the day.

To add to Maggie’s humiliation, a woman climbs on the platform carrying a scroll with Maggie’s ‘crimes’ and her sentence written on it. To make matters, the woman is Harry’s mistress, Joan Tree. She clears her throat and loudly proclaims “Magdalene Smythe, as a married woman, seduced workers on her husband’s farm and fornicated with them. Her lewd activities have been referred to the court of Brampton and she has been sentenced to be hanged to death for her infidelity.”

A huge mix of cheers and jeers rises from the crowd.



Loud enough for Joan to hear, Maggie snarls “I did nothing you haven’t done!”

In a cold voice, Joan says “But you did, Magdalene. You were a married woman, and I was not.”

“You fucked my husband” Maggie growls.

“Your marriage was annulled. I was merely entertaining a free man” Joan replies.

The crowd quiets down and Joan loudly declares “Hangmen, prepare to hang this whore!”

A huge cheer erupts but is quickly quieted. Maggie stares out at the crowd that is about to see her hanged. She squeezes her legs together trying not to piss before the crowd.



She looks up at the rope that leads from the noose and drapes over the crossbar and back to the hangmen.



Next to her, Sister Angel says “It will only kill you. Make me proud and shake your tits when you are hanged. After all, you won’t end up in Mr. Hill’s butcher shop.”



Next to Maggie, the mayor calls “Gentlemen, hoist Magdalene Smythe and hang her to death.”

Maggie looks at the mayor and is about to plea for her life.



She cannot see the two stout men about to lift her from the platform…

 

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The mayor calls “Gentlemen, hoist Magdalene Smythe and hang her to death.”

A pair of men give a stout pull of the rope. Maggie is jerked up by her neck and her feet leave the boards of the gallows’ deck. As many women she had seen hanged on this gallows, she was unprepared for her body being lifted into the air by her neck. The men’s first pull raised Maggie’s feet a foot above the gallows’ deck. The crowd cheers wildly as Maggie is paying for her sins. She does not hear them. Her feet flail wildly as they search for footing. Her ears ring and breathing is near impossible.



Joan Tree nuzzles against Harry Hardepecquer and says “She looks very good hanging by her neck. This has to be more entertaining than just fucking her.”

“We will see” Harry replies. “She was good in bed. Let’s see how good she is hanging from her noose.”

The two men give the rope another tug raising Maggie high enough for all to see her thrash as the noose presses on her throat.



Maggie looks down at the wooden deck far out of reach of her swinging feet. She has forgotten she is naked as she hangs before the crowd. Her mind registers the image of the people cheering as she dangles from the rope. ‘They are sick! Do they know what they are doing to me?’

Harry and his bookkeeper Seymore Gould climb onto the gallows’ platform to get a closer look at Maggie’s desperate struggles. Her legs kick wildly and her hands fight to escape the rope binding them with no success. Seymore says “She is putting on quite a dance.”



Harry says “She is trying to attract a savior but the people only care to see her suffer for her infidelity. Let her do her lewd act. She will be dead when it ends.”

Harry walks closer to Maggie and says “They will not save you from the noose. They want to see the rope choke the life out of you.”



Maggie hears him and kicks fiercely. ‘You bastard! You arranged this so you can have Joan Tree!’

Maggie has been hanged for five minutes. The weight of her body presses the rope against her throat and her twisting has tightened the premium French noose around her neck.



Harry calls up to her “Don’t quit now. The people have loved your execution.”

Seymore Gould says “She seems to be slowing down. I don’t think she will last ten minutes.”



“Well, that is the purpose of hanging her- it is meant to put her to death” Harry calmly explains.

The premium French noose has functioned as promised. Though Maggie has lasted ten minutes hanging by her neck, her kicking begins to slow. While she has been hanged that long, the noose has not chafed her neck enough to draw blood though every breath she takes is not enough to sustain her life. When she exhales, spit, drool, and guggles leave her mouth.



‘Fuck it, just kill me’ Maggie thinks.

A single ring comes from the church’s bell. Maggie has been hanged for a quarter of an hour. Her thrashing becomes small twitches. She sways in small arcs from the gallows. The crowd gives a solid applause as a stream of pee runs down her legs.



Harry looks up at Maggie. Her eyes blink their last time.



With great audacity, Harry loudly proclaims “Magdaline Smythe is dead. Women, be true to your men or you may find yourselves in her place, hanging naked from the gallows and performing for your family and friends your lewd dance of death.”



Harry Hardepecquer spent that evening being consoled by screwing Joan Tree. He had a strange thought that Maggie was far better in bed. Perhaps he’ll have to do something about Joan…



The End