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Dropouts
By Anonymous (address withheld)
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It was time and past time for the hanging. She had
done the crime but had so far managed to avoid
payment. Now she was going to get what she had
coming. To hell with the courts. (F-hanging, sn, axp)
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I let the masked men into the cell block. They tied
me up at gunpoint and hauled her ass out of her cell.
There was no need for a gallows or a hood or any of
that fancy stuff. They just stood her on a chair and
tied a rope around both her neck and a cross bar up
at the top of her cell. Then the chair went away.
Somehow the thin prison shift got tore and as she
kicked it plumb fell off. There she was naked and
all, kicking her heels against the steel bars while
we watched. It was quite a show but it ended soon
enough. And I was left tied there with a dead woman
hanging across the aisle. Wish she’d a lasted longer.
It was a cold gray soggy morning. The mist was
hanging heavy around the tree as the wagon made its
was up the muddy lane. Death was in the air. Two
nooses were hanging from a handy limb. The two in the
cart were sisters, witches by reputation and that was
enough to bring them here on this wet morn.
They were younger than normal for witches but with
witches who knew their real age. They had spells that
made them look young when in fact they were old
crones. The hangman was waiting. The cart stopped for
just a minute and then drove away without its cargo.
They were even now strangling as they hung in the wet
fog. Nobody even bothered to stay and watch them die.
Two young girls slowly strangling and nobody cared.
Tides move very slowly when you watch, yet when you
look away the water level changes quickly. The ebbing
tide was lowering the boat. At first the rope tied
around her neck was slack and the boat was up at the
top on the pier. To those watching it seemed that she
would never be pulled off her feet as the boat went
down with the tide. To the one wearing the noose the
water was receding very rapidly. She had to stand on
the rowing bench and even that was still too low to
put slack in the rope.
Then her feet started to lift from the bench. Finally
something was happening and a hush fell over those
watching. Yes she was being lifted. Now she was just
starting to be killed. It was happening so fast. One
second she was standing as the noose was tightened
and the next she was being killed by it. Her feet
were now clear and to those watching things happened
quickly at last.
The boat dropped away and she began to kick and
struggle. It lasted only a short time before she
stilled and went limp. To her time almost stopped as
her feet lifted. It was an eternity between her last
breath and her last movement and thought. Forever was
spanned by the time it took her to die. A lifetime in
her eyes, forever to her air starved lungs. Who was
right about the span of time. Just how long does
death take?
Grandmother or not she was going to hang. She was
brought out naked just like the younger ones. Her
gray hair was to be found at both ends. Her bush was
solid gray and thinning. Her pussy lips were sticking
out like butterfly wings. One time she had tits that
were large, firm, and proud. Now they hung to her
belly like overripe grapes. She had wrinkles and
stretch marks. The rope still fit her as well as any
and she fell the same when the trap opened.
For just a second her tits were back up where they
once were. Then she hit the end of the rope. Her neck
snapped with a brittle branch sound. Her tits banged
down and bounced with her body at the rope’s end. The
scream that was just started was cut off as her mouth
slammed shut on her tongue. By the time her tits had
stilled she was dead. In her own way she had put on
quite a show just as had the younger girls. Different
but good.
It was morning. Her long night was over. Everything
was over for her except the last act. She had been
married to the guard that had won her in the drawing.
A marriage that was performed by the prison imam. She
was then taken by her husband to a small room where
she was tied to a bed and raped. Raped until he could
no longer do it anymore. Then he left and his place
was taken by other men. She lost track of how many
men had used her during that long night.
In the gray light of the dawn her husband returned to
find her with a man inside of her and her crotch
dripping with the spunk of many men. He divorced her
on the spot. Now no longer a virgin but a ruined
woman she was barred entrance to heaven. She was
covered with a black sheet that was thrown over head.
She was naked under it but it covered her body from
head to foot so it was enough.
A crane stood idling outside with a noose hanging
from the hook. The noose was placed over the sheet
and around her neck. Her wrists were freed. With a
roar the crane came to life and she was lifted. She
kicked and twisted. Fighting for her life, never
realizing that her frantic struggles were causing the
sheet to open and flare and giving those so far below
a fine look at her body as she died. Just one last
insult from the good ayatollah.
It was a slow hanging taken to the limits. No
gallows. No trap. Not even a rope. Just a frame
topped with two boards that had a circle cut from
where they met. A circle just big enough for her
neck. Under her feet a stack of flat stones. When she
was first placed in the frame she could stand tall
and relieve the pressure on her neck and jaw. After
the first stone block was removed she needed to stand
on tiptoe.
After the second she was unable to fully relieve the
pressure. By nightfall she had lost three stones and
it was hard to breathe. There was no rest for her. In
the morning another stone was taken. Her feet swung
free from any support at all. By noon she was past
caring about anything. Her world was nothing but pain
and a dimly remembered memory of having all the air
she wanted. Just a tale of course. She finally ended
her pain just as the sun was setting. Two days and a
night. Thirty six hours of hell.
He had raped her and left her tied where she had been
when at last he pulled out of her ripped pussy. Her
arms were tied behind her back and her feet tied to
two stakes in the ground. She was face down. There
was a rope tied around her neck so that she had to
keep her head up to avoid hanging. It hurt to have to
hold her head up like that but he had promised that
he would call and tell somebody where she was. It was
getting dark and she hoped they would be ale to find
her. Her back and neck were on fire. As the stars
turned above her she waited. Crying out in answer to
shouts only she heard.
By morning she was letting herself choke to rest her
burned out muscles. Where were they? As the sun
passed its zenith she was almost past caring. It was
just too much work and pain to keep breathing but
somehow she struggled on. He promised.
Just after sunset her body stopped answering her
needs and her head went down for the last time. But
he promised didn’t he. He promised to send help. He
did. I remember.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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