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Dropouts - Exit by Hanging
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. I let the masked men into the cell block.
(MMF, nc, rp, tor, sn)
***
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 way 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 able 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.
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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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