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An exploratory trip to the Land of Penance
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Joan Tree’s time in the Brampton Women’s Institute of Incarceration and Termination was as much hell for her as she had given to the uncounted women she had made for them. The guards completely ignored the proper care for a prisoner as they dared besides the warden’s orders she appears physically fit when she is brought to the gallows.
Joan has an (unfortunately) fine body and the guards made up for their crappy pay using her as they wished.
Joan was forced to suck their cocks (and she damn better swallow their load).
If she didn’t she would have her ass fucked as hard as the guards could shove their cocks into her bowels.
By the day before she would be hanged, she was almost waiting to have the rope put around her neck and hang to death.
Friday morning, the guards’ commander came to get Joan. He was barely better behaved than his guards, groping Joan’s bare body.
As he felt Joan’s body he explained “We have to get you to court to reaffirm your sentence.”
In Brampton, it was a tradition to hang a ‘volunteer’ on the first day of each season. She would be hanged in the town square before she was taken from the gallows to be cooked by Mr. Hill, the town’s butcher for the seasonal feast.
Joan was brought to ‘the people’s court’ where her crimes were reviewed, and her sentence was confirmed. The whole event was purely for show. Brampton was flooded by news organizations from around the world. While Joan was probably the most deserving person to be executed in Brampton, she stood defiantly in the courtroom naked but for the cuffs as her execution was confirmed before dozens of news cameras.
Back in the prison the guards’ commander and Gray Scale commented triumphantly how good Joan would look as she spent her last minutes alive dangling to death as she hanged by her neck.
But Joan’s Friday humiliation was not done. In the cellblock, Gunner was waiting to give her the last ass-fucking she would have.
He happily tells Joan “Tree said he would get me off. I told him if he did I’d like to be the last one to screw your butt…”
Joan has an (unfortunately) fine body and the guards made up for their crappy pay using her as they wished.
Joan was forced to suck their cocks (and she damn better swallow their load).
If she didn’t she would have her ass fucked as hard as the guards could shove their cocks into her bowels.
By the day before she would be hanged, she was almost waiting to have the rope put around her neck and hang to death.
Friday morning, the guards’ commander came to get Joan. He was barely better behaved than his guards, groping Joan’s bare body.
As he felt Joan’s body he explained “We have to get you to court to reaffirm your sentence.”
In Brampton, it was a tradition to hang a ‘volunteer’ on the first day of each season. She would be hanged in the town square before she was taken from the gallows to be cooked by Mr. Hill, the town’s butcher for the seasonal feast.
Joan was brought to ‘the people’s court’ where her crimes were reviewed, and her sentence was confirmed. The whole event was purely for show. Brampton was flooded by news organizations from around the world. While Joan was probably the most deserving person to be executed in Brampton, she stood defiantly in the courtroom naked but for the cuffs as her execution was confirmed before dozens of news cameras.
Back in the prison the guards’ commander and Gray Scale commented triumphantly how good Joan would look as she spent her last minutes alive dangling to death as she hanged by her neck.
But Joan’s Friday humiliation was not done. In the cellblock, Gunner was waiting to give her the last ass-fucking she would have.
He happily tells Joan “Tree said he would get me off. I told him if he did I’d like to be the last one to screw your butt…”
tygavin
Magistrate
Me
Messa didn’t forget. She loved it
messaline
Crucified Amazon
Joan Tree does not sleep much the night of August 30. She is wide awake before the sun rises on Saturday, August 31. She had always wondered why the women she had put to death didn’t sleep well the night before she killed them but now she could not get the rest she should have gotten. At six o’clock that evening she would spend her last minutes alive dangling from a noose tightening around her neck.
Joan had seen more than few women hanged to death. Besides the women she hanged, she even got to see a few blue state women hanged in Logan County’s jail for things as minor as traffic violations. She like how women were hanged there. Even though they were hooded when they were hanged, it was the county’s practice to hang the women naked just to prove no one was above the law.
However Joan was going to be executed by the IMF. She presumed she would be hanged naked like the women in Arkansas were, Joan could imagine there would be some kind of formality to her hanging but in the end she would still be a dead women hanging strangled by noose she would hang with.
But what ‘bothered’ Joan the most was she had seen women hanged in Brampton. Even the so-called volunteers that would be hanged and barbecued on the first day of each season were brought to the square stark naked and hanged that way. Joan enjoyed watching the women’s thrashing as their necks slowly closed as the noose tightened around their throats. It is a totally different thing when it will be Joan doing the dance of death later that day.
Later in the day (Joan has no idea how much later- she has no clock, and the cell block is lit all the time by dim electric lights), Warden Courtechute came to her cell. She tosses Joan a pair handcuffs and say “Put them on.”
Joan scowls “I am not going to help you hang me.”
“Put them on, Joan” the warden says “Or I’ll have the guards do it.”
Joan knew how the guards did things and decided it would be better to cuff herself.
“And make them tight enough you can’t get your hands out” Miss Courtechute says. “If your hands get free while you are hanging, I’ll take you down and cuff you myself before I hang you again.”
Once satisfied Joan’s hands were secured for her hanging, she left Joan’s cell knowing the last hours before she is hanged will be at least uncomfortable for the prisoner.
Later that afternoon, Archbishop Wragg from the Cruxton Abbey comes by with his assistant Sister Angel. The archbishop scornfully glares at Joan Tree and says “So this is the prisoner they will be hanging to death later today.”
Sister Angel says “This is Joan Tree and yes, they are hanging her later today. You are supposed to give her last rites.”
“She tried to kill three women and has probably killed others before them, and I am to forgive her for her sins” the archbishop growls.
Joan tries to defend herself, but Sister Angel cuts her off.
“The archbishop is merely angry with you” Sister Angel says. She leaves out the archbishop heard Gunner bragging about how good a fuck Joan was last night. “Look, archbishop, it is your duty to give her final blessing. You can take comfort you will still get to see her body twisting around as she hangs to death.”
The archbishop grudging says “Almighty One, don’t make this bitch spend eternity in hell.”
Joan is not comforted by his brief prayer.
Around four in the afternoon, a guard and her boss come to get Joan. She asks if they are coming to hang her. The supervisor says “You have couple hours before we stretch your neck. We’re bringing you to the holding cell where you wait to be taken to the gallows.”
“Why are you waiting? You are going to kill me anyway. Why can’t you do it now” Joan asks.
“Maybe you don’t like it but there are rules we have to follow when we execute somebody” the supervisor says.
At four-thirty Joan is surprised when Messaline comes to get her. She drags Joan from the cell and says “Don’t give me any trouble, Joan. You are getting off easy just being hanged to death. If it were up to me, you’d have spent the day hanging nailed to a cross!”
Messa walks Joan through a thick oak door where a pair of Brampton prison officials walk her out to the waiting media. Joan tries unsuccessfully to cover herself. She whispers “What are they doing here?”
“Joan, your execution is the top story in the news today” Warden Courtechute says…
Joan had seen more than few women hanged to death. Besides the women she hanged, she even got to see a few blue state women hanged in Logan County’s jail for things as minor as traffic violations. She like how women were hanged there. Even though they were hooded when they were hanged, it was the county’s practice to hang the women naked just to prove no one was above the law.
However Joan was going to be executed by the IMF. She presumed she would be hanged naked like the women in Arkansas were, Joan could imagine there would be some kind of formality to her hanging but in the end she would still be a dead women hanging strangled by noose she would hang with.
But what ‘bothered’ Joan the most was she had seen women hanged in Brampton. Even the so-called volunteers that would be hanged and barbecued on the first day of each season were brought to the square stark naked and hanged that way. Joan enjoyed watching the women’s thrashing as their necks slowly closed as the noose tightened around their throats. It is a totally different thing when it will be Joan doing the dance of death later that day.
Later in the day (Joan has no idea how much later- she has no clock, and the cell block is lit all the time by dim electric lights), Warden Courtechute came to her cell. She tosses Joan a pair handcuffs and say “Put them on.”
Joan scowls “I am not going to help you hang me.”
“Put them on, Joan” the warden says “Or I’ll have the guards do it.”
Joan knew how the guards did things and decided it would be better to cuff herself.
“And make them tight enough you can’t get your hands out” Miss Courtechute says. “If your hands get free while you are hanging, I’ll take you down and cuff you myself before I hang you again.”
Once satisfied Joan’s hands were secured for her hanging, she left Joan’s cell knowing the last hours before she is hanged will be at least uncomfortable for the prisoner.
Later that afternoon, Archbishop Wragg from the Cruxton Abbey comes by with his assistant Sister Angel. The archbishop scornfully glares at Joan Tree and says “So this is the prisoner they will be hanging to death later today.”
Sister Angel says “This is Joan Tree and yes, they are hanging her later today. You are supposed to give her last rites.”
“She tried to kill three women and has probably killed others before them, and I am to forgive her for her sins” the archbishop growls.
Joan tries to defend herself, but Sister Angel cuts her off.
“The archbishop is merely angry with you” Sister Angel says. She leaves out the archbishop heard Gunner bragging about how good a fuck Joan was last night. “Look, archbishop, it is your duty to give her final blessing. You can take comfort you will still get to see her body twisting around as she hangs to death.”
The archbishop grudging says “Almighty One, don’t make this bitch spend eternity in hell.”
Joan is not comforted by his brief prayer.
Around four in the afternoon, a guard and her boss come to get Joan. She asks if they are coming to hang her. The supervisor says “You have couple hours before we stretch your neck. We’re bringing you to the holding cell where you wait to be taken to the gallows.”
“Why are you waiting? You are going to kill me anyway. Why can’t you do it now” Joan asks.
“Maybe you don’t like it but there are rules we have to follow when we execute somebody” the supervisor says.
At four-thirty Joan is surprised when Messaline comes to get her. She drags Joan from the cell and says “Don’t give me any trouble, Joan. You are getting off easy just being hanged to death. If it were up to me, you’d have spent the day hanging nailed to a cross!”
Messa walks Joan through a thick oak door where a pair of Brampton prison officials walk her out to the waiting media. Joan tries unsuccessfully to cover herself. She whispers “What are they doing here?”
“Joan, your execution is the top story in the news today” Warden Courtechute says…
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The prison warden nods her head at one of the matrons who grabs Joan’s arm and says “We still have to get you to the gallows so we can hang you.”
Joan says “But there are so many people here.”
“Oh, that’s just the press” the matron says. A large male guard grabs Joan’s arm and the matron says “You haven’t seen the crowd yet.”
Joan is pushed past the reporters and into the crowd. The guard escorting her seems short on manners and yells to the crowd “This is the bitch you came to see hanged!”
A huge cheer comes from the crowd. Joan is hardly the most modest woman but is the first time she has been handcuffed and marched naked before a mob that came only to see her hanged. The guard asks if she likes her reception.
It is a good thing he could not hear her response over the crowd.
After being marched across the courtyard Joan could see the gallows towering before her.
She had been told by the warden her hanging would be short drop so everyone could watch her strangle as she hanged by her neck. There was little doubt everyone would be able to see her.
At the base of the gallows, a Brampton official takes Joan and marches her up the gallows stairs. The crowd becomes hushed as she climbs the steps. Joan wonders if she peed or if she was excited about being hanged.
With her hands cuffed behind her back she had no way of checking.
Joan gets to the gallows platform and looks across at a man standing there. In a surprised voice she asks “You are going to hang me?”
T.H. Tree takes a drag from his smoke and a swig of his drink and says “No, dear sister, I volunteered to make sure they do you right…”
Joan says “But there are so many people here.”
“Oh, that’s just the press” the matron says. A large male guard grabs Joan’s arm and the matron says “You haven’t seen the crowd yet.”
Joan is pushed past the reporters and into the crowd. The guard escorting her seems short on manners and yells to the crowd “This is the bitch you came to see hanged!”
A huge cheer comes from the crowd. Joan is hardly the most modest woman but is the first time she has been handcuffed and marched naked before a mob that came only to see her hanged. The guard asks if she likes her reception.
It is a good thing he could not hear her response over the crowd.
After being marched across the courtyard Joan could see the gallows towering before her.
She had been told by the warden her hanging would be short drop so everyone could watch her strangle as she hanged by her neck. There was little doubt everyone would be able to see her.
At the base of the gallows, a Brampton official takes Joan and marches her up the gallows stairs. The crowd becomes hushed as she climbs the steps. Joan wonders if she peed or if she was excited about being hanged.
With her hands cuffed behind her back she had no way of checking.
Joan gets to the gallows platform and looks across at a man standing there. In a surprised voice she asks “You are going to hang me?”
T.H. Tree takes a drag from his smoke and a swig of his drink and says “No, dear sister, I volunteered to make sure they do you right…”
It seems there is a rush to hang Joan Tree as she is hustled over to the noose hanging before her.
A group of Brampton citizens, supervised by an IMF official, position her on the trapdoor. The men’s hands are not shy about groping Joan’s naked flesh. She hardly noticed the noose sway away from her breast as she is pawed by the strangers’ hands to the cheers of the crowd surrounding the gallows. But the men’s rush was just to prepare Joan for what leads up to her execution.
The man who escorted her up the gallows’ steps grabs the swaying noose. He slides the knot, opening the loop to make it easier to slip the rope over her head.
As he holds the noose in front of Joan she says “You don’t have to do that.”
“You have been sentenced to be hanged” he says calmly. “I don’t think we can do that without a rope around your neck.”
He pulls the noose, tightening around Joan’s neck. She complains “It scratches me and it is too tight.”
He wiggles the loop around her neck and says “It’s not as tight as it will be when you are hanging from it.”
With the noose set around Joan’s neck, the man steps back and looks Joan over. Quite proudly he says “You look ready to be hanged.”
Joan scowls and says “Quit fucking with me and get this over with!”
“Joan, this is not a lynching. There are protocols to follow before we hang you to death” the man says. Joan looks at the bulge in his trousers. He didn’t have to say he couldn’t wait to see her legs kicking and her breasts swaying as she hanged by her neck.
4
Indeed there were protocols to follow. Archbishop Wragg stood before Joan and softly jibbered something in Latin. Joan assumed it was some final blessing for her. It was a good thing she did not understand a word he said as he was wishing she would put on a spectacular show as she was strangled as she was hanged by her neck.
Behind Joan, Sister Angel wondered is she would look as good as Joan would is she was hanged. Also behind Joan Spike Sharp looked at one of his cameras on a boom lift across the prison’s courtyard. He needlessly worried that its operator had focused for the long shot.
Though Joan had been led through a mob of media when she was being brought to the gallows, the Crux Chronicle had sole rights to record her execution. If some other media outlet wanted to show Joan’s hanging, they would have to pay Spike a large sum of money for his exclusive footage.
There was more to the extravaganza. Miss Goodheart from the Eastwick Department of Criminal Corrections (and Termination) stepped onto the platform and, for the crowds’ benefit, read the charges Joan had been found guilty of committing. In a most severe voice she closed saying “…and Joan Tree has been sentenced to be hanged by her neck until she is dead. Joan Tree’s execution will commence at six o’clock this evening which for the sake of record keeping will be her registered time of death, no matter how long it takes her to die.”
Another huge cheer rises from the crowd. Miss Goodheart’s statement was code it may take Joan some time to die after she was hanged by neck. Joan squeezed her legs together. In the crowd, imaginary bets were made on how long she could keep from pissing. Few people even consider Joan is having her last orgasm.
It was only a little more than a month when Joan was arrested at Brampton International Airport. She was tried and sent to the Brampton Women’s Institute of Incarceration and Termination sentenced to be put to death in the facility.
Now she stands naked on the gallows with her hands cuffed behind her back and a noose around her neck ready to choke her to death when the trapdoor opens. Her brother Tree steps before her with a cold drink in his hands. He is framed by the prison’s administration building across the courtyard. In a calm voice he says “You will look good when you are hanged.”
Joan hisses, almost begging Tree, “Tree, get me out of this!”
“Can’t do that. I didn’t arrest you or sentence you to be hanged here” Tree explains.
“You wouldn’t condemn me to be hanged here in front of all these people” Joan angrily says.
“No, I’d have taken you back to Arkansas and hanged you from a pine tree in front of your friends and close associates” Tree agrees.
“You’re no fucking help” Joan snarls in anger.
It is a few minutes before six o’clock. Below Joan the crowd anticipates her hanging to death. In the front row, a group of special guests look up at the naked woman standing helplessly with the noose around her neck. Eul grabs Messa and says “I can’t believe they are going to hang her. It is such a brutal way to kill someone.”
“I know” Messaline says. “I offered them a premium French noose, but they refused and said she should die hanging from one made of Bramptonian hemp.”
“It will still kill her, won’t it” Eul asks.
“Yes, but it will certainly chafe her neck” Messa says.
Barbara Moore says “I’ll believe they are going to hang the bitch when the trapdoor opens.”
In the last minute before Joan is hanged the crowd goes silent as the prison’s bell tolls out the top of the hour. Joan will be hanged when the bell rings its sixth time. Joan looks down at the crowd looking up at her.
“She thinks “Open the damn trap before I piss up here!”
A group of Brampton citizens, supervised by an IMF official, position her on the trapdoor. The men’s hands are not shy about groping Joan’s naked flesh. She hardly noticed the noose sway away from her breast as she is pawed by the strangers’ hands to the cheers of the crowd surrounding the gallows. But the men’s rush was just to prepare Joan for what leads up to her execution.
The man who escorted her up the gallows’ steps grabs the swaying noose. He slides the knot, opening the loop to make it easier to slip the rope over her head.
As he holds the noose in front of Joan she says “You don’t have to do that.”
“You have been sentenced to be hanged” he says calmly. “I don’t think we can do that without a rope around your neck.”
He pulls the noose, tightening around Joan’s neck. She complains “It scratches me and it is too tight.”
He wiggles the loop around her neck and says “It’s not as tight as it will be when you are hanging from it.”
With the noose set around Joan’s neck, the man steps back and looks Joan over. Quite proudly he says “You look ready to be hanged.”
Joan scowls and says “Quit fucking with me and get this over with!”
“Joan, this is not a lynching. There are protocols to follow before we hang you to death” the man says. Joan looks at the bulge in his trousers. He didn’t have to say he couldn’t wait to see her legs kicking and her breasts swaying as she hanged by her neck.
4Indeed there were protocols to follow. Archbishop Wragg stood before Joan and softly jibbered something in Latin. Joan assumed it was some final blessing for her. It was a good thing she did not understand a word he said as he was wishing she would put on a spectacular show as she was strangled as she was hanged by her neck.
Behind Joan, Sister Angel wondered is she would look as good as Joan would is she was hanged. Also behind Joan Spike Sharp looked at one of his cameras on a boom lift across the prison’s courtyard. He needlessly worried that its operator had focused for the long shot.
Though Joan had been led through a mob of media when she was being brought to the gallows, the Crux Chronicle had sole rights to record her execution. If some other media outlet wanted to show Joan’s hanging, they would have to pay Spike a large sum of money for his exclusive footage.
There was more to the extravaganza. Miss Goodheart from the Eastwick Department of Criminal Corrections (and Termination) stepped onto the platform and, for the crowds’ benefit, read the charges Joan had been found guilty of committing. In a most severe voice she closed saying “…and Joan Tree has been sentenced to be hanged by her neck until she is dead. Joan Tree’s execution will commence at six o’clock this evening which for the sake of record keeping will be her registered time of death, no matter how long it takes her to die.”
Another huge cheer rises from the crowd. Miss Goodheart’s statement was code it may take Joan some time to die after she was hanged by neck. Joan squeezed her legs together. In the crowd, imaginary bets were made on how long she could keep from pissing. Few people even consider Joan is having her last orgasm.
It was only a little more than a month when Joan was arrested at Brampton International Airport. She was tried and sent to the Brampton Women’s Institute of Incarceration and Termination sentenced to be put to death in the facility.
Now she stands naked on the gallows with her hands cuffed behind her back and a noose around her neck ready to choke her to death when the trapdoor opens. Her brother Tree steps before her with a cold drink in his hands. He is framed by the prison’s administration building across the courtyard. In a calm voice he says “You will look good when you are hanged.”
Joan hisses, almost begging Tree, “Tree, get me out of this!”
“Can’t do that. I didn’t arrest you or sentence you to be hanged here” Tree explains.
“You wouldn’t condemn me to be hanged here in front of all these people” Joan angrily says.
“No, I’d have taken you back to Arkansas and hanged you from a pine tree in front of your friends and close associates” Tree agrees.
“You’re no fucking help” Joan snarls in anger.
It is a few minutes before six o’clock. Below Joan the crowd anticipates her hanging to death. In the front row, a group of special guests look up at the naked woman standing helplessly with the noose around her neck. Eul grabs Messa and says “I can’t believe they are going to hang her. It is such a brutal way to kill someone.”
“I know” Messaline says. “I offered them a premium French noose, but they refused and said she should die hanging from one made of Bramptonian hemp.”
“It will still kill her, won’t it” Eul asks.
“Yes, but it will certainly chafe her neck” Messa says.
Barbara Moore says “I’ll believe they are going to hang the bitch when the trapdoor opens.”
In the last minute before Joan is hanged the crowd goes silent as the prison’s bell tolls out the top of the hour. Joan will be hanged when the bell rings its sixth time. Joan looks down at the crowd looking up at her.
“She thinks “Open the damn trap before I piss up here!”
The prison bell goes silent. It is six o’clock. Joan Tree yells to the crowd “Fuck all of you” right as the hangman grabs the lever to release the trapdoor she stands on.
Joan is surprised as the wood swings from under her feet. She opens her mouth to yell but…
… she drops less than two feet before the noose stops her fall with a hard jerk on her neck, snapping her head to the side when the knot hit it.
For a moment, Joan hung motionless before her legs moved, trying to find something to stand on.
The head matron turns to Warden Courtechute and said “That had to hurt!”
“But it did not kill her” the warden says. “In a few minutes she’ll wish it did.”
Below Joan a ring of guards made a security ring around the gallows. The prison’s nurse looks up at Joan now thrashing as she hangs by her neck. The nurse’s job of taking care of Joan in case the noose didn’t hold when she was dropped is over. Joan is successfully hanged. The nurse looks up and thinks ‘The poor bitch is going to wish the noose killed her. She’s going to put on a hell of a show.’
The nurse made a good assessment of Joan’s hanging. For several minutes she flailed about trying to find anything to stand on. Her hands struggled to free themselves from the cuffs holding them behind her back. And the noose made of course Brampton hemp still had not closed her throat, only making it near impossible to breathe.
Joan is panicking as she hangs by her neck.
For as traumatic as being hanged is for Joan, beneath her the crowd enjoys her ‘antics’ as she twists about trying to escape the noose closing around her throat. One of the women turns towards her friend and says “I love watching them struggle to breathe. It’s got to hurt her but she looks so wonderful dancing around as she hangs by her neck.”
Joan has been hanged for five minutes and her thrashing as she hangs from the noose gets more frantic as the rope closes around her neck. Inhaling gets only tiny bursts of air. Above her the reporter from the Crux Chronicle exclaims “She has hanged for five minutes. I can’t believe she is still kicking!”
The hangman calmly says “Usually they are dead by now. This one might set a new record.”
At seven minutes, Joan’s grunts and gasps have stopped. Her legs make only small twitches. One of the prison guards asks the warden “Should I get the sanitation crew to bring a body bag?”
“No, we are getting a cut from the what the concession stand makes. We’ll leave her hanged until the crowd thins” the warden says.
Surprisingly, Joan clearly heard the warden’s words. Joan’s last thought is ‘You fucking bitch!’
Just past eight minutes after she has been hanged, Joan opens her mouth as if to say something, but nothing comes out. A stream of her urine splashes off her legs.
One of the town’s women says somewhat sadly “I think the bitch is dead…”
Joan is surprised as the wood swings from under her feet. She opens her mouth to yell but…
… she drops less than two feet before the noose stops her fall with a hard jerk on her neck, snapping her head to the side when the knot hit it.
For a moment, Joan hung motionless before her legs moved, trying to find something to stand on.
The head matron turns to Warden Courtechute and said “That had to hurt!”
“But it did not kill her” the warden says. “In a few minutes she’ll wish it did.”
Below Joan a ring of guards made a security ring around the gallows. The prison’s nurse looks up at Joan now thrashing as she hangs by her neck. The nurse’s job of taking care of Joan in case the noose didn’t hold when she was dropped is over. Joan is successfully hanged. The nurse looks up and thinks ‘The poor bitch is going to wish the noose killed her. She’s going to put on a hell of a show.’
The nurse made a good assessment of Joan’s hanging. For several minutes she flailed about trying to find anything to stand on. Her hands struggled to free themselves from the cuffs holding them behind her back. And the noose made of course Brampton hemp still had not closed her throat, only making it near impossible to breathe.
Joan is panicking as she hangs by her neck.
For as traumatic as being hanged is for Joan, beneath her the crowd enjoys her ‘antics’ as she twists about trying to escape the noose closing around her throat. One of the women turns towards her friend and says “I love watching them struggle to breathe. It’s got to hurt her but she looks so wonderful dancing around as she hangs by her neck.”
Joan has been hanged for five minutes and her thrashing as she hangs from the noose gets more frantic as the rope closes around her neck. Inhaling gets only tiny bursts of air. Above her the reporter from the Crux Chronicle exclaims “She has hanged for five minutes. I can’t believe she is still kicking!”
The hangman calmly says “Usually they are dead by now. This one might set a new record.”
At seven minutes, Joan’s grunts and gasps have stopped. Her legs make only small twitches. One of the prison guards asks the warden “Should I get the sanitation crew to bring a body bag?”
“No, we are getting a cut from the what the concession stand makes. We’ll leave her hanged until the crowd thins” the warden says.
Surprisingly, Joan clearly heard the warden’s words. Joan’s last thought is ‘You fucking bitch!’
Just past eight minutes after she has been hanged, Joan opens her mouth as if to say something, but nothing comes out. A stream of her urine splashes off her legs.
One of the town’s women says somewhat sadly “I think the bitch is dead…”
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messaline
Crucified Amazon
And Messa says : "Well, I think that I'm revenged ! ..... though I could prefer to view her harsly suffering , nailed to a cross !"
Barbara is truly surprised to see Joan Tree naked and cuffed with the noose around her neck. She turns to the hangman and excitedly asks "Are you really going to hang that bitch???"
RedOrc
Magistrate
She is not wearing a dress!
What... I am told there is a another woman in the picture wearing a blue dress, but no matter how hard I look I cannot see her.