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The Olympic Crux
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I’m not in a good mood. Have I mentioned that yet? I go to the Hangtown Saloon and toss a wad of greenbacks on the table. The waitress Ulrika asks me what poison I want. I tell her “Don’t be coy- bring me a bottle of Seagram’s and fuck the glass.”
I toss my aviator sunglasses into my hat knocking both off the far side of the table. Bull walks up and says to me “I’m sorry sir but this is Tree’s table. You have to move.”
“You dumb-ass I am Tree” I growl.
“Sorry, boss, I didn’t recognize you without your hat and shades” Gunner replies.
“What time is it, Gunner?” I ask.
He looks at his watch and says its 5 minutes before nine. I ask him to get Barb from the gallows and put her in the jail’s cellar. Unbeknown to me at the same time Joan Tree, Sir Despard Wragg, and Reverend Lynch have already gone out to the gallows…
“Hi, Barb, look- the bitch is back!” Joan Tree calls up to me as Reverend Lynch climbs the steps to the platform.
“Great, Tree sent you to get me?”
“Well, you’ve done your 36 hours” Despard Wragg says “so you don’t have to stand there anymore. Reverend, pull the lever!”
“What, you can’t do that!” I cry.
“Of course we can. The UVM is underwriting your training. Besides, it will be good research for your thesis. Take a deep breath, Barb. You’re going to need it!”
I look up at the beam the noose is fixed to and think this cannot be happening.
But I feel the platform shift as the pins are withdrawn! I take a deep breath but can’t help shrieking in terror as the platform begins to tilt.
The trap swiftly swings from beneath Barb’s feet. Between the slack in the rope and the rapid closure of noose itself Barb drops almost two feet before the noose painfully stops her plunge. Along with the stretch of her neck her toes swing bare three feet above the dirt.
Oh, shit! Oh, shit this hurts! I can rasp in air but with effort I can do it. I try to hang still but my arms and legs don’t ignore my brain. My arms desperately try to escape the handcuffs while my feet swing trying to find something to stand upon.
The more I thrash the tighter the noose gets. Those gasps for air become smaller and more difficult. I can barely draw in any air and struggle to try to exhale. And then I can do neither! The noose has closed my throat! My lungs begin to burn and my vision begins to blur.
Barb loses consciousness of her surroundings. She doesn’t see or hear Gunner bolt up the steps. He punches Rev Lynch so hard he’s knocked off the platform. Gunner knows he can’t open the noose with her body hanging from it. Time is of essence so he cuts the rope and Barb drops to ground. She blinks her eyes and wonders what just happened and why she can’t breathe.
Gunner jumps down and struggles to open the tight noose. He growls at Despard and Joan “If you fucked up this girl I’ll hang you both.”
As he opens the noose Barb squawks as she sucks in lungsful of air. He scoops her up carries her to jail’s cellar. Joan says “Damn he’s pissed off. Don’t worry about Barb. She’ll be fine. Believe me I want to see her crucified more that I want her dead…”
Tree
I toss my aviator sunglasses into my hat knocking both off the far side of the table. Bull walks up and says to me “I’m sorry sir but this is Tree’s table. You have to move.”
“You dumb-ass I am Tree” I growl.
“Sorry, boss, I didn’t recognize you without your hat and shades” Gunner replies.
“What time is it, Gunner?” I ask.
He looks at his watch and says its 5 minutes before nine. I ask him to get Barb from the gallows and put her in the jail’s cellar. Unbeknown to me at the same time Joan Tree, Sir Despard Wragg, and Reverend Lynch have already gone out to the gallows…
“Hi, Barb, look- the bitch is back!” Joan Tree calls up to me as Reverend Lynch climbs the steps to the platform.
“Great, Tree sent you to get me?”
“Well, you’ve done your 36 hours” Despard Wragg says “so you don’t have to stand there anymore. Reverend, pull the lever!”
“What, you can’t do that!” I cry.
“Of course we can. The UVM is underwriting your training. Besides, it will be good research for your thesis. Take a deep breath, Barb. You’re going to need it!”
I look up at the beam the noose is fixed to and think this cannot be happening.
But I feel the platform shift as the pins are withdrawn! I take a deep breath but can’t help shrieking in terror as the platform begins to tilt.
The trap swiftly swings from beneath Barb’s feet. Between the slack in the rope and the rapid closure of noose itself Barb drops almost two feet before the noose painfully stops her plunge. Along with the stretch of her neck her toes swing bare three feet above the dirt.
Oh, shit! Oh, shit this hurts! I can rasp in air but with effort I can do it. I try to hang still but my arms and legs don’t ignore my brain. My arms desperately try to escape the handcuffs while my feet swing trying to find something to stand upon.
The more I thrash the tighter the noose gets. Those gasps for air become smaller and more difficult. I can barely draw in any air and struggle to try to exhale. And then I can do neither! The noose has closed my throat! My lungs begin to burn and my vision begins to blur.
Barb loses consciousness of her surroundings. She doesn’t see or hear Gunner bolt up the steps. He punches Rev Lynch so hard he’s knocked off the platform. Gunner knows he can’t open the noose with her body hanging from it. Time is of essence so he cuts the rope and Barb drops to ground. She blinks her eyes and wonders what just happened and why she can’t breathe.
Gunner jumps down and struggles to open the tight noose. He growls at Despard and Joan “If you fucked up this girl I’ll hang you both.”
As he opens the noose Barb squawks as she sucks in lungsful of air. He scoops her up carries her to jail’s cellar. Joan says “Damn he’s pissed off. Don’t worry about Barb. She’ll be fine. Believe me I want to see her crucified more that I want her dead…”
Tree
Now THAT was a "near death" experience!
Thank you Gunner! No, I'm not going to let you do THAT to me as a reward, so put that THING away please, before it gets sunburned!
Great episode Tree ... I think. God my neck is sore now!
Sorry Barb but after saving you life and bathing you he would indeed take some liberties...
After Barb is bathed and ‘pays’ Gunner for saving her life he brings her to Hangtown Jail’s cellar and finds herself locked in irons. At least she is out of the sun and the cellar is a ‘cool’ 90°F (around 32°C). Her special assistant Siss comes down the stairs and looks at her. With hands on hips she says “You look pathetic, Barb.”
“I’m sorry but between standing 36 hours on a gallows, being hanged, and raped by Gunner I just haven’t been in the mood to primp that much” Barb replies.
“Don’t be a smart ass, Barb. Your mouth always gets you in trouble. I can’t stay long. Tree is pissed at Joan and he’s hanging her this morning and I don’t want to miss that!”
“He’s going to kill his sister?!?!?!”
“Maybe… He says she has to go 10 minutes” Siss says. “He wanted to do Despard Wragg and Rev. Lynch too but Ulrika told him through the UVM THT Inc.’s profits are through the roof funding your training. Apparently it was a ‘no-bid’ contract.”
“You said it is morning. What time is it?” Barb asks.
“Check you phone” Siss says coldly…
Tree
“I’m sorry but between standing 36 hours on a gallows, being hanged, and raped by Gunner I just haven’t been in the mood to primp that much” Barb replies.
“Don’t be a smart ass, Barb. Your mouth always gets you in trouble. I can’t stay long. Tree is pissed at Joan and he’s hanging her this morning and I don’t want to miss that!”
“He’s going to kill his sister?!?!?!”
“Maybe… He says she has to go 10 minutes” Siss says. “He wanted to do Despard Wragg and Rev. Lynch too but Ulrika told him through the UVM THT Inc.’s profits are through the roof funding your training. Apparently it was a ‘no-bid’ contract.”
“You said it is morning. What time is it?” Barb asks.
“Check you phone” Siss says coldly…
Tree
Love the ball and chain; not so sure about my bony neighbor
didn't they feed her? ... I am not worried about Tree killing Joan ... just not going to happen ... more concerned about the temperature down here ... 90 degrees !!! ... pant, pant, sweat, sweat ... stupid part of the country ... my "blue" state and its cool weather very much on my mind right now.
Siss goes out to the end of the main street of Hangtown where Joan Tree is mounted on the back of a horse with a noose around her neck. She seems a bit perturbed.
“Tree, listen- I was just helping Barb do research for thesis on executions through the ages!” she pleads.
“Right and I slept with Morgan Fairchild. Are you ready, Joan?”
“NO, I’m not ready! You wouldn’t do this to me if mom was still alive!” Joan cries.
“Yeah, but she’s not and you have ten minutes hanging time. Take a deep breath” Tree replies as he snaps a crop against the horse’s rump. The horse bolts and Joan spins wildly from the noose. He made the noose himself. The rough hemp has been fashioned into a tightly wound noose. The thickness and the coarse dry fibers would prevent it from mechanically closing her throat but her body hanging will put huge pressure on her neck.
She would gasp for desperate breaths and feel her heart pounding in her chest as it works to push blood past the vessels in her neck.
I can’t believe my own fucking brother would do this to me for that brunette cunt! Goddammit she is fucking liberal! Shit, I just pissed in front of all the tourists! The fucking Japanese are clicking away with their cameras. Do they really think their western garb makes them look like cowboys? Though there is a few women I wouldn’t mind in my bed… if I get that far!!! –Joan Tree
Joan makes the 10 minutes but she would gladly bury a dagger in her brother’s heart. Her spirits were lifted when she was cut down. She was almost ecstatic when she got to escort Barb for a two mile walk with a one-hundred-twenty pound beam of well-seasoned Missouri oak strapped to her shoulders. Barb would have to do the walk every other hour though she was given a liter of water every three hours the loincloth would not be changed. Barb doesn’t look too happy as invited friends of hers enjoy her plight…
Tree
“Tree, listen- I was just helping Barb do research for thesis on executions through the ages!” she pleads.
“Right and I slept with Morgan Fairchild. Are you ready, Joan?”
“NO, I’m not ready! You wouldn’t do this to me if mom was still alive!” Joan cries.
“Yeah, but she’s not and you have ten minutes hanging time. Take a deep breath” Tree replies as he snaps a crop against the horse’s rump. The horse bolts and Joan spins wildly from the noose. He made the noose himself. The rough hemp has been fashioned into a tightly wound noose. The thickness and the coarse dry fibers would prevent it from mechanically closing her throat but her body hanging will put huge pressure on her neck.
She would gasp for desperate breaths and feel her heart pounding in her chest as it works to push blood past the vessels in her neck.
I can’t believe my own fucking brother would do this to me for that brunette cunt! Goddammit she is fucking liberal! Shit, I just pissed in front of all the tourists! The fucking Japanese are clicking away with their cameras. Do they really think their western garb makes them look like cowboys? Though there is a few women I wouldn’t mind in my bed… if I get that far!!! –Joan Tree
Joan makes the 10 minutes but she would gladly bury a dagger in her brother’s heart. Her spirits were lifted when she was cut down. She was almost ecstatic when she got to escort Barb for a two mile walk with a one-hundred-twenty pound beam of well-seasoned Missouri oak strapped to her shoulders. Barb would have to do the walk every other hour though she was given a liter of water every three hours the loincloth would not be changed. Barb doesn’t look too happy as invited friends of hers enjoy her plight…
Tree
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Hondoboot2
QUAESTOR PULCHRITUDINIS
Damn, that was a close call Barb. That bitch Joan sure needs to be taught a lesson. We all want to see you crucified, not hung
Be assured Tree won't be able to return the cloth, much to Barb's dismay...
Tree
With thanks to Bobinder... Barb begins to question who her friends are...
Hondoboot2
QUAESTOR PULCHRITUDINIS
Glad to see Joan hang, hell, I would have made her hang longer for what she did to Barb.
Oh, girls just want to have fun...Glad to see Joan hang, hell, I would have made her hang longer for what she did to Barb.
Hondoboot2
QUAESTOR PULCHRITUDINIS
Too bad Barb didn't have the opportunity to hang Joan herself.
She had the horse, and rope ready
She had the horse, and rope ready
I am sure little would have pleased herToo bad Barb didn't have the opportunity to hang Joan herself.
She had the horse, and rope ready
Is that Tree's hat I am wearing?Too bad Barb didn't have the opportunity to hang Joan herself.
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She had the horse, and rope ready
What happened to my loincloth?
LittleSiss
Sorceress
Stop talking about my tight little!
What? Have you seen her in jeans????
Lox and cream cheese... ?
Who needs a Bagel????
It is three weeks until the athletes must report to rented obsolete prison in east LA. Training has been stepped up to new levels. Tash is chained to a cross where she will spend the next three days hanging from it.
Sister Discipline whispers that this is Sister Mary Martyr’s night of comfort. Little did she know Mother Superior would show up and demand that Sisters Mary Martyr and Discipline would have to share the same torment the first round of training.
On the third day crucified she turns to Sister Mary Martyr and says “You know you are going to pay for this, you sorry cunt!”
“I pray you inflict your worst upon me, Sister Discipline” Sister Mary Martyr replies.
‘I hate it when these young cunts think I am doing them a favor’ Sister Discipline thinks…
Tree
Sister Discipline whispers that this is Sister Mary Martyr’s night of comfort. Little did she know Mother Superior would show up and demand that Sisters Mary Martyr and Discipline would have to share the same torment the first round of training.
On the third day crucified she turns to Sister Mary Martyr and says “You know you are going to pay for this, you sorry cunt!”
“I pray you inflict your worst upon me, Sister Discipline” Sister Mary Martyr replies.
‘I hate it when these young cunts think I am doing them a favor’ Sister Discipline thinks…
Tree
Now that sounds like some night out!Is that Tree's hat I am wearing?
What happened to my loincloth?
Debbie
Magistrate
Too bad Barb didn't have the opportunity to hang Joan herself.
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She had the horse, and rope ready
Bareback riding?