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phlebas said:
More Risar from the archive.
I hope you appreciate it, I don't see him around these days. Anyone see his work anywhere recently (apart from here)?

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I guess the female employees at this prison don't have much of a dress code. That could get one of them confused with a prisoner some time and hanged by mistake. Just something to consider.
 
riwa said:
Hanging the Heretic

Another hanging was scheduled, this time for a sister who’d been condemned as a heretic. Sister Filomena and Sister Carlotta quickly volunteered to serve as witnesses. Sister Rosabel again offered to serve Father Steppola’s need to release the build-up of evil inside him during the cleansing and purging.

At the appointed time the heretic was marched naked to the private courtyard surrounded by the walls of the convent. This was done without the presence of ordinary citizens. It was feared the evil leaving the body of the dying might find another suitable host.

Sister Marguerite did not attempt to resist as she was marched naked out to the courtyard. A sign was draped around her neck, accusing her of heresy. But her only crime was in responding according to her body’s natural desires.

Succumbing to the sins of the flesh was not the crime Father Steppola acknowledged in these matters, especially since he frequently fought a similar temptation. Instead, the guilty was condemned as a heretic for giving in. It was a way of denying what was a frequent battle within the members inside the convent.

Sister Marguerite was taken up onto the little gallows. She was made to stand upon a stool and noosed up. Filomena and Carlotta quickly dropped to their knees to pray. Then one of them slowly pulled the stool out from underneath her feet.

Marguerite kicked and struggled, throwing her hips out suggestively. It was obvious she was fully possessed by the sins of the flesh. Her breasts bounced upon her chest as her nipples protruded.

Filomena and Carlotta spent the whole time praying. However they prayed with their eyes open, focused upon the dying body of a sister they had known for many years. Both of them felt strong stirrings, a manifestation of the sins of the flesh wanting to settle upon them both.
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Father Steppola had his own issues to contend with. Sister Rosabel dutifully attended to his manhood until the evil was purged in the form of his cream. She willingly accepted it onto her face as a sign of submission to humiliate the flesh.

It took Sister Marguerite a full 15 minutes to die. The sins of the flesh were strong within her, and she thrust and jerked and twisted as though attempting to drive it out with her dying breath. Father Steppola watched intently, making sure Sister Rosabel was not subjected to the display for fear she might receive some small measure of what was being strangled out of Marguerite.

Filomena and Carlotta were not as fortunate. Witnessing the hanging filled them both with strong desire. It was their sixth execution to observe, each one more erotic than the last.

Father Steppola went inside with Rosabel to pray (and to finish driving out any remnants of the sins of the flesh), Filomena and Carlotta stayed for as long as they could stand it. Then they retreated to the interior of the convent, leaving the hanged one to dangle for the required hour before the hired ones came to take her away.

This one was worse than the others. They discreetly made their way to a private room of the convent. Then they disrobed where they let loose their own sins of the flesh upon each other, orgasming several times as they feasted with their mouths and by pressing their intimate parts together.

It was unfortunate Father Rigoletta chose that moment to pass through that part of the convent and overhear their cries of pleasure. He quietly opened the door and witnessed what was going on inside. Then Father Steppola was summoned.

The sisters were exposed, and they humbly confessed. Another hanging was scheduled as soon as the body of Sister Marguerite was hauled away. Then they were stripped naked and taken outside, signs dangling around their necks condemning them as “heretics”.

Sister Rosabel returned to aide in Father Steppola’s battle with the flesh. Two nuns new to the convent – Sisters Eva and Anita - were called to serve as witnesses and to pray. Then a second hanging was arranged to occur almost immediately.

Sisters Filomena and Carlotta were noosed together. They were naked standing on stools side by side. Then the new sisters pulled the stools out before they began to pray.

The two condemned nuns started to kick and struggle, their naked bodies bouncing into each other. It seemed Father Steppola was caught by surprise at the amount of sins of the flesh needing to be purged with these two. They kicked, orgasmed and danced with great fervor, bouncing off each other until the evils had been fully purged. Father Steppola needed to use Rosabel’s mouth twice during the hanging.

Afterwards he retreated to the interior of the convent to pray. Sister Rosabel went to her room to deal with her own sins, masturbating furiously. Unfortunately Sisters Eva and Anita came together after the hanging to discuss what they had witnessed. Both needed a release, and began touching each other experimentally, setting them on the same journey recently completed by Sisters Filomena and Carlotta.

(Oct 19 '17 by riwa)
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This story isn't as farfetched as might be imagined. In the England of the early Middle Ages every abbey had the right of hanging until the government reserved that right for itself(predictably).
 
riwa said:
Hanging the Heretic

Another hanging was scheduled, this time for a sister who’d been condemned as a heretic. Sister Filomena and Sister Carlotta quickly volunteered to serve as witnesses. Sister Rosabel again offered to serve Father Steppola’s need to release the build-up of evil inside him during the cleansing and purging.

At the appointed time the heretic was marched naked to the private courtyard surrounded by the walls of the convent. This was done without the presence of ordinary citizens. It was feared the evil leaving the body of the dying might find another suitable host.

Sister Marguerite did not attempt to resist as she was marched naked out to the courtyard. A sign was draped around her neck, accusing her of heresy. But her only crime was in responding according to her body’s natural desires.

Succumbing to the sins of the flesh was not the crime Father Steppola acknowledged in these matters, especially since he frequently fought a similar temptation. Instead, the guilty was condemned as a heretic for giving in. It was a way of denying what was a frequent battle within the members inside the convent.

Sister Marguerite was taken up onto the little gallows. She was made to stand upon a stool and noosed up. Filomena and Carlotta quickly dropped to their knees to pray. Then one of them slowly pulled the stool out from underneath her feet.

Marguerite kicked and struggled, throwing her hips out suggestively. It was obvious she was fully possessed by the sins of the flesh. Her breasts bounced upon her chest as her nipples protruded.

Filomena and Carlotta spent the whole time praying. However they prayed with their eyes open, focused upon the dying body of a sister they had known for many years. Both of them felt strong stirrings, a manifestation of the sins of the flesh wanting to settle upon them both.
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Father Steppola had his own issues to contend with. Sister Rosabel dutifully attended to his manhood until the evil was purged in the form of his cream. She willingly accepted it onto her face as a sign of submission to humiliate the flesh.

It took Sister Marguerite a full 15 minutes to die. The sins of the flesh were strong within her, and she thrust and jerked and twisted as though attempting to drive it out with her dying breath. Father Steppola watched intently, making sure Sister Rosabel was not subjected to the display for fear she might receive some small measure of what was being strangled out of Marguerite.

Filomena and Carlotta were not as fortunate. Witnessing the hanging filled them both with strong desire. It was their sixth execution to observe, each one more erotic than the last.

Father Steppola went inside with Rosabel to pray (and to finish driving out any remnants of the sins of the flesh), Filomena and Carlotta stayed for as long as they could stand it. Then they retreated to the interior of the convent, leaving the hanged one to dangle for the required hour before the hired ones came to take her away.

This one was worse than the others. They discreetly made their way to a private room of the convent. Then they disrobed where they let loose their own sins of the flesh upon each other, orgasming several times as they feasted with their mouths and by pressing their intimate parts together.

It was unfortunate Father Rigoletta chose that moment to pass through that part of the convent and overhear their cries of pleasure. He quietly opened the door and witnessed what was going on inside. Then Father Steppola was summoned.

The sisters were exposed, and they humbly confessed. Another hanging was scheduled as soon as the body of Sister Marguerite was hauled away. Then they were stripped naked and taken outside, signs dangling around their necks condemning them as “heretics”.

Sister Rosabel returned to aide in Father Steppola’s battle with the flesh. Two nuns new to the convent – Sisters Eva and Anita - were called to serve as witnesses and to pray. Then a second hanging was arranged to occur almost immediately.

Sisters Filomena and Carlotta were noosed together. They were naked standing on stools side by side. Then the new sisters pulled the stools out before they began to pray.

The two condemned nuns started to kick and struggle, their naked bodies bouncing into each other. It seemed Father Steppola was caught by surprise at the amount of sins of the flesh needing to be purged with these two. They kicked, orgasmed and danced with great fervor, bouncing off each other until the evils had been fully purged. Father Steppola needed to use Rosabel’s mouth twice during the hanging.

Afterwards he retreated to the interior of the convent to pray. Sister Rosabel went to her room to deal with her own sins, masturbating furiously. Unfortunately Sisters Eva and Anita came together after the hanging to discuss what they had witnessed. Both needed a release, and began touching each other experimentally, setting them on the same journey recently completed by Sisters Filomena and Carlotta.

(Oct 19 '17 by riwa)
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This nunnery clearly doesn't believe in rehabilitation. At this rate the place will soon run out of candidates for the sisterhood.
 
phlebas said:
Some more hanging.
Crux = suspension
Hanging = suspension

I like suspension

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So, how would you react to news that you just got suspended from, say, school(or work)? That whole idea now takes on a whole new meaning(and a dangerous one).
 
kiuls said:
Personally I just love picks with dialogue - It just adds so much to the pics, I think - I am constantly trying to find these and I know they are not always easy to make, but when it works, it really adds to the experience, I think .......
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Agreed! Some pics are so good that they just cry out for an accompanying story.
 
riwa said:
How is that? I called it "Erica's consensual hanging" for lack of a better title. In the future I'll try to add some sort of title, even if the story is only a few hundred words.
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I wonder how consensual that hanging really was. It will be up to the authorities, I imagine, to figure out everything.
 
riwa said:
Dottie’s horse hanging

It was a day like all the others. The sheriff came for me like he always does, bringing an extra horse so I could ride comfortably. So I waited until we were well out of town before I took off my blouse for the ride, just to thank him for my own horse like I always did.

We were headed off to the place we always go whenever he wants to have sex with me. It’s an empty cabin about 5 miles from town. It’s a quiet place where we can go have sex without fear of the townspeople finding out.

You see the sheriff and I have this arrangement. I let him taste my wares whenever he’s in that mood… and I get to keep my business without fear of being arrested. It’s a handy little arrangement for the two of us. Besides, the sheriff is pretty good with that cock of his!

The first indication that something was wrong was when we approached some trees. Right away I noticed a noose hanging down from one of the branches, a noose that made my breath quicken! What the hell was it doing there out in the middle of nowhere??!!

The sheriff guided us to it and then brought his horse right up alongside mine as we approached the noose. “Tom?” I gasped in alarm. “What’s all this?” I suddenly had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach!

“Sorry, Dottie,” he told me sadly. “All the women in town signed a petition and delivered it to Mayor Johnson. They’re tired of you meeting with their husbands all the time. They want you gone so the mayor agreed.”

I felt a jolt of horror and I started to breathe heavily, especially when he took a length of rope and started to tie my wrists behind my back. “Tom??” I panted anxiously, trying my best not to panic.

“It’s better this way, Dottie,” he told me as he sat on his horse right next to me. “The town wanted a public lynching, but I wouldn’t have it. In fact I’m the only one who stood up for you… said you were good for business. But they were insistent. So I told them I’d take care of it personally. Besides,” he added somewhat conspiratorially. “Once they find out I’ve been seeing you on the side along with the rest of them, they’ll want my badge for sure! And then they’ll send ME packing!”

“But TOM!!!” I panted heavily, realizing the noose that now framed my face was indeed meant for me. “I thought… I thought we HAD something!!”

“We did, Dottie,” he sighed heavily as he finished tying my arms behind my back. “But sadly it’s over now. Don’t worry, sweetheart; this won’t take long.” Oh, so I was his sweetheart now, especially now that he was about to hang me??!!

I couldn’t believe this was happening to me!! I wanted to scream but I couldn’t; my mouth was too dry!! I just couldn’t believe Tom was DOING this to me!! After all, this was Tom we’re talking about here… the man who had stood up for me and had protected me and had made love to me all these many months!! How could he just up and HANG me like this???!!!

I was starting to breathe pretty heavily when he took the noose and looped it around my head. I think that’s when it became all too real, especially when I felt that rough hemp scratch my throat. I gasped instinctively when he tightened the knot near my left ear.

Now I’ve seen hangings before, but those were different! There were those two cattle rustlers who were dropped on the gallows at the courthouse. Their necks broke right away, although they kicked and jerked afterwards for several minutes.

Then there was Mrs. Sherman who was found guilty of putting a rattlesnake in bed with her husband. He got bit three times and it took him a whole four hours to die! They long-dropped her as well and her neck snapped like a toothpick when she bounced at the end of the rope.

But this was much different!! There was going to be hardly any drop with me at all and it terrified me out of my mind!! My neck wasn’t going to break; I was going to strangle to death!!

Miss Lola once told me she’d witnessed a lynching during her trip out West. It seems some guy had raped this poor girl on the trail where there were no judges around. So she said they took him and hung him from a nearby tree. She told me it took quite awhile for him to finally stop kicking and expire!!

“Tom???!!!” I tried one last time. I certainly didn’t want to hang, didn’t want to strangle to death!!

He just got down off his horse and then walked it over to a tree where he tied it off. I was left sitting there on my horse, hoping to gawd it wouldn’t move or anything! Otherwise I was going to slide right out of the saddle and hang to death!!

He came right back and took hold of the bridle to my horse. I was frightened out of my wits, unable to comprehend this was really going to happen to me! Then he looked over toward something in the ground just beyond the bush.

I followed his gaze with my eyes; what the hell was he looking at?? Then I saw it and the blood drained from my face!! OH MY GAWD!!! IT WAS A GRAVE, FRESHLY DUG!!! I promptly wet myself right then and there; I was absolutely terrified!!
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The sheriff saw my facial expression and he softened a little. I got the impression that a part of him didn’t really want to do this! But I could tell there was a part of him that did!! THAT was the part that was going to get me hanged!!

“Don’t worry, Dottie,” Tom said, nodding at the freshly dug grave. “I’ll see you get a good burial.” Then he began to walk my horse out from underneath me!!!

That really did it; that jarred me firmly into the reality that I was going to die here! That’s when I finally found my voice and I started to scream. But the noose immediately tightened around my neck as I slid off the saddle! A moment later I couldn’t scream at all as the rope bore my weight from the limb of that tree!!

Almost immediately my legs started to fly as though I was trying to kick my boots off!! It surely succeeded as they both went flying! I must’ve been a sight to behold swinging back and forth with my legs going all crazy like that!!

I think my mind tried to tell my bare feet to find something solid to stand upon. But there was nothing beneath me other than bare ground… and that was well over a foot below me!! It only succeeded in making me kick all the harder!!

I had no idea hanging could hurt as bad as mine did! My neck hadn’t broken; in fact I could even get a little air!! But all I could do was choke and rasp for what little breath I DID get!!

It was bad; it was really bad!! My body wanted air; I wanted to breathe so badly!! And when I couldn’t hardly get any, my legs started to kick as though they no longer cared what my brain was telling them!!
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Tom stood there the whole time watching me! I simply couldn’t believe he was standing there letting me hang to death, not after all the times we’d had sex together!! What’s more, I was shocked when I saw a bulge begin to develop right there in his pants just as plain as day!!!

I wanted to breathe; I needed to breathe; I really, really needed to breathe!!! I jerked my knees up and that loosened the noose just a bit, enough to give me a quick breath! But that only made the rope tighten around my neck and I choked and gasped even more!! How cruel!!! The harder I kicked, the tighter my noose became!!!
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I couldn’t help myself; I kicked my legs every which way as my body twisted and swung back and forth!! Then I frantically jerked my knees up again! That did give me another quick little breath. But it wasn’t nearly as much as the last one and I really needed a good breath of air!! Not getting hardly anything in my lungs REALLY made me panic!!!
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I got glimpses of Tom as I twisted and turned, glimpses of him and that damned bulge in his pants!! What horrified me was the little wet spot I suddenly saw!! He must’ve had an eruption in there while I was hanging!!! How could it be so sexual for him seeing me suffer??!! How the hell could he enjoy my hanging so much???!!!

It felt like an eternity feeling that noose tighten around my neck! When I tried jerking my knees up a third time, it didn’t work!! I didn’t get any air at all!! It really scared me when I felt my chest heaving and I couldn’t get any air in or out of my lungs!!!

I finally started feeling new sensations in my body… new agonies to match the pain of the noose around my neck!! Everything hurt like hell inside me and I couldn’t feel my arms and legs anymore!! My body may have been aroused but I sure as hell couldn’t tell, not with all the pain I was experiencing!!

I finally stopped struggling and just hung there as my vision started to fade! I couldn’t believe I was still conscious, nor could I believe how much it hurt!! I just wanted for it to be over!!!

I was vaguely aware of Tom coming up to me, aware of him caressing my legs. His hands came up to touch and fondle my breasts but I couldn’t feel them. I just hung there rasping for breath, my body twitching as I jerked in the noose.

“You were a good lay, Dottie; I’m going to miss you,” he said softly. But I didn’t hear him. Then there was a rattle from somewhere deep in my chest.

I vaguely sensed my bladder giving way, felt my pee trickling down my legs and soiling my bottoms. But I was too far gone to care. My eyes stayed open but I could no longer see.

I shuddered one more time before finally slipping away. My body slowly swayed back and forth but my soul was no longer inside me. I was Tom’s dead whore, hanging at the end of a rope because of a town full of jealous bitches!!

He stood there looking at me for the longest time. But the bastard left me up the whole time just to make sure I was good and dead. After thirty minutes or so he finally took me down.

After that I guess I became just another corpse to him because he tossed me unceremoniously into that grave he must have dug the night before. Then he tossed my boots and blouse in with me. Finally he used that spade he had set aside to cover me up with the soil of the earth.

He never said any words; he never cried; he never did anything but shovel! Dirt landed on my face, on my tits, on my pussy, in my eyes, in my hair. He showed no emotions at all as he covered me up! Perhaps if I would have known he was so cold-hearted, I might not have been so eager to allow him to enjoy my womanly charms, the bastard!!

To make matters worse he never left a marker for me or anything. There was nothing more than a little mound of dirt to mark where he buried me. And out here that wasn’t going to last very long!

For all anyone knew I had simply disappeared off the face of the earth! Dottie the town whore was gone! No one knew what had become of me because Tom never told a soul. And no one mourned my passing either, that’s for damn sure!! But I guess that’s what those bitches in town had wanted in the first place, right? So I guess they got their wish…

© 2014 (written Jan 29 ’14 by riwa)

(Vidcaps are from an old Rue Morgue clip and are for illustration purposes only.)
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If this were a crucifixion instead of a hanging it would be a doublecross. Oh, well, I guess you can't have everything.
 
riwa said:
Dottie’s horse hanging

It was a day like all the others. The sheriff came for me like he always does, bringing an extra horse so I could ride comfortably. So I waited until we were well out of town before I took off my blouse for the ride, just to thank him for my own horse like I always did.

We were headed off to the place we always go whenever he wants to have sex with me. It’s an empty cabin about 5 miles from town. It’s a quiet place where we can go have sex without fear of the townspeople finding out.

You see the sheriff and I have this arrangement. I let him taste my wares whenever he’s in that mood… and I get to keep my business without fear of being arrested. It’s a handy little arrangement for the two of us. Besides, the sheriff is pretty good with that cock of his!

The first indication that something was wrong was when we approached some trees. Right away I noticed a noose hanging down from one of the branches, a noose that made my breath quicken! What the hell was it doing there out in the middle of nowhere??!!

The sheriff guided us to it and then brought his horse right up alongside mine as we approached the noose. “Tom?” I gasped in alarm. “What’s all this?” I suddenly had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach!

“Sorry, Dottie,” he told me sadly. “All the women in town signed a petition and delivered it to Mayor Johnson. They’re tired of you meeting with their husbands all the time. They want you gone so the mayor agreed.”

I felt a jolt of horror and I started to breathe heavily, especially when he took a length of rope and started to tie my wrists behind my back. “Tom??” I panted anxiously, trying my best not to panic.


“It’s better this way, Dottie,” he told me as he sat on his horse right next to me. “The town wanted a public lynching, but I wouldn’t have it. In fact I’m the only one who stood up for you… said you were good for business. But they were insistent. So I told them I’d take care of it personally. Besides,” he added somewhat conspiratorially. “Once they find out I’ve been seeing you on the side along with the rest of them, they’ll want my badge for sure! And then they’ll send ME packing!”

“But TOM!!!” I panted heavily, realizing the noose that now framed my face was indeed meant for me. “I thought… I thought we HAD something!!”

“We did, Dottie,” he sighed heavily as he finished tying my arms behind my back. “But sadly it’s over now. Don’t worry, sweetheart; this won’t take long.” Oh, so I was his sweetheart now, especially now that he was about to hang me??!!

I couldn’t believe this was happening to me!! I wanted to scream but I couldn’t; my mouth was too dry!! I just couldn’t believe Tom was DOING this to me!! After all, this was Tom we’re talking about here… the man who had stood up for me and had protected me and had made love to me all these many months!! How could he just up and HANG me like this???!!!

I was starting to breathe pretty heavily when he took the noose and looped it around my head. I think that’s when it became all too real, especially when I felt that rough hemp scratch my throat. I gasped instinctively when he tightened the knot near my left ear.

Now I’ve seen hangings before, but those were different! There were those two cattle rustlers who were dropped on the gallows at the courthouse. Their necks broke right away, although they kicked and jerked afterwards for several minutes.

Then there was Mrs. Sherman who was found guilty of putting a rattlesnake in bed with her husband. He got bit three times and it took him a whole four hours to die! They long-dropped her as well and her neck snapped like a toothpick when she bounced at the end of the rope.

But this was much different!! There was going to be hardly any drop with me at all and it terrified me out of my mind!! My neck wasn’t going to break; I was going to strangle to death!!

Miss Lola once told me she’d witnessed a lynching during her trip out West. It seems some guy had raped this poor girl on the trail where there were no judges around. So she said they took him and hung him from a nearby tree. She told me it took quite awhile for him to finally stop kicking and expire!!

“Tom???!!!” I tried one last time. I certainly didn’t want to hang, didn’t want to strangle to death!!

He just got down off his horse and then walked it over to a tree where he tied it off. I was left sitting there on my horse, hoping to gawd it wouldn’t move or anything! Otherwise I was going to slide right out of the saddle and hang to death!!

He came right back and took hold of the bridle to my horse. I was frightened out of my wits, unable to comprehend this was really going to happen to me! Then he looked over toward something in the ground just beyond the bush.

I followed his gaze with my eyes; what the hell was he looking at?? Then I saw it and the blood drained from my face!! OH MY GAWD!!! IT WAS A GRAVE, FRESHLY DUG!!! I promptly wet myself right then and there; I was absolutely terrified!!
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The sheriff saw my facial expression and he softened a little. I got the impression that a part of him didn’t really want to do this! But I could tell there was a part of him that did!! THAT was the part that was going to get me hanged!!

“Don’t worry, Dottie,” Tom said, nodding at the freshly dug grave. “I’ll see you get a good burial.” Then he began to walk my horse out from underneath me!!!

That really did it; that jarred me firmly into the reality that I was going to die here! That’s when I finally found my voice and I started to scream. But the noose immediately tightened around my neck as I slid off the saddle! A moment later I couldn’t scream at all as the rope bore my weight from the limb of that tree!!

Almost immediately my legs started to fly as though I was trying to kick my boots off!! It surely succeeded as they both went flying! I must’ve been a sight to behold swinging back and forth with my legs going all crazy like that!!

I think my mind tried to tell my bare feet to find something solid to stand upon. But there was nothing beneath me other than bare ground… and that was well over a foot below me!! It only succeeded in making me kick all the harder!!

I had no idea hanging could hurt as bad as mine did! My neck hadn’t broken; in fact I could even get a little air!! But all I could do was choke and rasp for what little breath I DID get!!

It was bad; it was really bad!! My body wanted air; I wanted to breathe so badly!! And when I couldn’t hardly get any, my legs started to kick as though they no longer cared what my brain was telling them!!
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Tom stood there the whole time watching me! I simply couldn’t believe he was standing there letting me hang to death, not after all the times we’d had sex together!! What’s more, I was shocked when I saw a bulge begin to develop right there in his pants just as plain as day!!!

I wanted to breathe; I needed to breathe; I really, really needed to breathe!!! I jerked my knees up and that loosened the noose just a bit, enough to give me a quick breath! But that only made the rope tighten around my neck and I choked and gasped even more!! How cruel!!! The harder I kicked, the tighter my noose became!!!
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I couldn’t help myself; I kicked my legs every which way as my body twisted and swung back and forth!! Then I frantically jerked my knees up again! That did give me another quick little breath. But it wasn’t nearly as much as the last one and I really needed a good breath of air!! Not getting hardly anything in my lungs REALLY made me panic!!!
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I got glimpses of Tom as I twisted and turned, glimpses of him and that damned bulge in his pants!! What horrified me was the little wet spot I suddenly saw!! He must’ve had an eruption in there while I was hanging!!! How could it be so sexual for him seeing me suffer??!! How the hell could he enjoy my hanging so much???!!!

It felt like an eternity feeling that noose tighten around my neck! When I tried jerking my knees up a third time, it didn’t work!! I didn’t get any air at all!! It really scared me when I felt my chest heaving and I couldn’t get any air in or out of my lungs!!!

I finally started feeling new sensations in my body… new agonies to match the pain of the noose around my neck!! Everything hurt like hell inside me and I couldn’t feel my arms and legs anymore!! My body may have been aroused but I sure as hell couldn’t tell, not with all the pain I was experiencing!!

I finally stopped struggling and just hung there as my vision started to fade! I couldn’t believe I was still conscious, nor could I believe how much it hurt!! I just wanted for it to be over!!!

I was vaguely aware of Tom coming up to me, aware of him caressing my legs. His hands came up to touch and fondle my breasts but I couldn’t feel them. I just hung there rasping for breath, my body twitching as I jerked in the noose.

“You were a good lay, Dottie; I’m going to miss you,” he said softly. But I didn’t hear him. Then there was a rattle from somewhere deep in my chest.

I vaguely sensed my bladder giving way, felt my pee trickling down my legs and soiling my bottoms. But I was too far gone to care. My eyes stayed open but I could no longer see.

I shuddered one more time before finally slipping away. My body slowly swayed back and forth but my soul was no longer inside me. I was Tom’s dead whore, hanging at the end of a rope because of a town full of jealous bitches!!

He stood there looking at me for the longest time. But the bastard left me up the whole time just to make sure I was good and dead. After thirty minutes or so he finally took me down.

After that I guess I became just another corpse to him because he tossed me unceremoniously into that grave he must have dug the night before. Then he tossed my boots and blouse in with me. Finally he used that spade he had set aside to cover me up with the soil of the earth.

He never said any words; he never cried; he never did anything but shovel! Dirt landed on my face, on my tits, on my pussy, in my eyes, in my hair. He showed no emotions at all as he covered me up! Perhaps if I would have known he was so cold-hearted, I might not have been so eager to allow him to enjoy my womanly charms, the bastard!!

To make matters worse he never left a marker for me or anything. There was nothing more than a little mound of dirt to mark where he buried me. And out here that wasn’t going to last very long!

For all anyone knew I had simply disappeared off the face of the earth! Dottie the town whore was gone! No one knew what had become of me because Tom never told a soul. And no one mourned my passing either, that’s for damn sure!! But I guess that’s what those bitches in town had wanted in the first place, right? So I guess they got their wish…

© 2014 (written Jan 29 ’14 by riwa)

(Vidcaps are from an old Rue Morgue clip and are for illustration purposes only.)
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The moral here seems to be this: you always hurt the one you love(who is usually female as it all works out).
 
phlebas said:
I thought that was your normal state!

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Pic #5 - That strap around the knees looks too tight. You don't want the prisoner's legs to spread out such that they aren't properly positioned right in the middle of the trapdoor(assuming a trapdoor hanging).
Pic #6 - It looks here like the executioner can't decide exactly how to dispose of his victims. Maybe his thinking is that, since variety is the spice of life, it's also the spice of death?
 
Apostate said:
One of this crux perv's favorite artists is Fnhsr, and a word that comes to mind to describe his style is "lyrical." Same for this Runaway dude.
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Pic #3 - Clearly, being crucified in the desert will dehydrate you faster than usual. That whole scene just has such a dry look about it.
Pic #4 - From the background it kinda looks like a female saint is being crucified. I wonder if the original artist thought that way.

Apostate said:
And now, a conflation of two popular kinks.
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Now that's live home entertainment(soon to be dead, I know).

Apostate said:
About ten years ago I hung out on The Dark Spot, preaching the more refined and prolonged pleasures of crux to the heathen hanging and decap pervs.

A number of hanging artists did catch my eye, though. Among them this cartoonist who I never could quite decide if I liked or disliked. Unfortunately I've forgotten his name. Anybody?
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Hanging is always good when you don't have time for a proper crucifixion.

Apostate said:
Barb, I suspect his name is one of those that comes to you in an unquiet dream, and you wake up screaming at 3 a.m.

Or not. ;)

And now three more conflations, this time of two more closely related kinks. Artist unknown.
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With all the twisting and turning going on in these three pics it looks like the circus is in town.

phlebas said:
Cptn1999, quite prolific and always harsh with a pretty cruel humour, at least his executioners seem to have fun.

I haven't been to The Dark Spot for well over a year, your post prompted me to wander over there. The site is very slow, it was slow downloads that put me off last year :(

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Pic #4 - What, no dress code? The local government here really needs to find a new revenue stream. Sending this hangman out like this in the wintertime will most likely result in the need for a new hangman. High turnover with prisoners is to be expected but with hangmen, certainly not.

Apostate said:
One of the features common to hanging and crux is The Dance. The steps are different, but both are highly prized/a huge part of what gets the pervs off.

From the beginning I found that the writhing of nude women on the cross, the swing of their hips from side to side, the arch of their bodies away from the stipes, to be insanely erotic.

The first hanging pics that zapped my libido were the girls who vigorously, frantically kicked, declining to go gentle into that good night.

Compare and contrast. ;)
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Pic #2 - It looks like the soldier here is in the process of carving a message into the flesh of the victim. There must be easier ways to communicate.
Pic #3 - Good form with the arched back and so forth. Too bad this is a crucifixion and not a diving competition.

phlebas said:
For me, the shape the body makes is important, and various forms of suspension can create nice body shapes. Hanging is a form of suspension, somewhat limited in a way, with little long term interest but some degree of immediate drama. Both crux and hanging are forms of public display, too. Humiliation, struggle, public messages of dominance and warnings to the commons. Don't step out of line!

Some by Rov, number 4 offers a different perspective

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Pic #1 - I'd be concerned about how that pole is bending. One would hope that there isn't too much stress fromthe additional weight of the hangee.
Pic #2 - Very convenient to have the stocks and the gallows right next to each other. Those Nazis think of everything.

phlebas said:
For me, the shape the body makes is important, and various forms of suspension can create nice body shapes. Hanging is a form of suspension, somewhat limited in a way, with little long term interest but some degree of immediate drama. Both crux and hanging are forms of public display, too. Humiliation, struggle, public messages of dominance and warnings to the commons. Don't step out of line!

Some by Rov, number 4 offers a different perspective

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Pic #3 - Those three remaining nooses need to be occupied quickly. Schnell!Schell!
Pic #4 - How thoughtful of those Nazis to leave us with some hanging art.

phlebas said:
For me, the shape the body makes is important, and various forms of suspension can create nice body shapes. Hanging is a form of suspension, somewhat limited in a way, with little long term interest but some degree of immediate drama. Both crux and hanging are forms of public display, too. Humiliation, struggle, public messages of dominance and warnings to the commons. Don't step out of line!

Some by Rov, number 4 offers a different perspective

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Pics 5 & 6 - Somebody forgot to tie the prisoner's wrists behind their backs. Naughty Nazis!

Barbaria1 said:
All good posts :)
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A hanging post is always a good post. Especially so here.
 
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View attachment 548458 I like this one ... for the dark tones, and the sense of finality. It just moves me.
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Will somebody please turn on the lights? What good is a sexy hanging if you can't see it properly?

Loxuru said:


Is that book intended as an extra support to stand on or was it that terrible to read?:confused:
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Not one or the other. She just remembered that the book is way overdue and she can't afford the hefty fine soon to come.

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View attachment 548484 This year's winner of the 3rd annual northwest Arkansas marathon. Another dumb blue state competitor who failed to read the fine print. :confused:
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Illiteracy is contagious. Very sad.

phlebas said:
Group hanging 1/2

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Good stuff about to get even better!

phlebas said:
2/2

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Sexy and deadly. So ends The Gang That Couldn't Shoot Straight. That's what happens when you don't spend enough time at target practice.



Kubek? Bornak? Is this Christmas in Poland? Very brutish in any case.

New holiday idea - a Christmas Teri, fully decorated. Should be at the top of everyone's list.

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The first one is very neatly trussed, the second will have more room for personal expression

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Pic #1 - Nice hanging but the inside of that building is in serious need of repair.

phlebas said:
This is an old series, from 2001 in my archive

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Cinderblock hangings this time? That's a little different. The ropes look a little thin for the task at hand but are deadly enough, no doubt.

riwa said:
The black noose

The transport would be arriving soon. Then she could leave and be done with it. She had enjoyed living on the outskirts of Paris. But now she was looking forward to returning to her beloved Germany.

She had everything packed; she was ready to go. What was taking so long with that transport? She’d been informed they would arrive within the hour.

Perhaps it was the turn of the war. The allies were rapidly closing in on Paris. No doubt every transport was being commandeered to take troops and supplies either to the front of back in the direction of Germany.

She had just finished writing in her diary when she heard a knock at the front door. Finally! She went to go answer it, relieved the truck had finally arrived.

She let out a startled cry when she saw it wasn’t soldiers but partisans there to greet her. She started to scream, only to be manhandled back inside. Her heart rate skyrocketed.

She was slammed into her couch as a rifle was pointed right at her chest. She was sure they were going to shoot her right then and there. She closed her eyes, awaiting the bullets that would tear into her flesh.

She opened her eyes and saw two of them searching the facility. One of them came across her diary and opened it. Could they read German?

A couple of them began opening up her boxes. The one skimming the diary took it into the other room, no doubt to go through the boxes in there. She tensed, wondering what they would find and what they might do to her.

She started to speak, only for one to point the barrel of the rifle right at her face. She wisely kept her tongue. She did not want to feel the sensation of bullets tearing into her body.

The one reading the diary came back out from the other room. He’d been wearing a black hood the whole time and was a menacing figure. Now he roughly pulled her to her feet where he started tying her arms behind her back.

What was this? What were they going to do to her?? She started to speak up, only to feel the barrel of the rifle push against her back.

She was marched into the back of the building, her heart beating fast. Then she rounded a corner and let out a cry. The black noose she had used so many times before was now hanging from a hook in the ceiling.

Her stomach lurched as she cried out, “NEIN! NOT THE BLACK NOOSE!” That’s when images of past victims flashed before her eyes. She could not believe they were about to hang her with that very same noose!
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The partisan holding onto her seemed particularly agitated as he noosed her up. Now she began begging and pleading. Anything but the noose, especially that one in particular. It would be much too degrading!

The noose was pulled tightly around her throat. A couple of them pulled on the end until she was pulled up onto the balls of her feet. Then the angry partisan halted the procedure.

His eyes blazed with hatred as he stared at her. He barked a command, and his men started opening boxes, unpacking her belongings. She trembled with fright, whimpering for them to just shoot her and be done with it… not to string her up.

There was a cry of triumph as one of them lifted up a couple of familiar objects discovered in his search. She gasped as her eyes flew open in horror. Had the partisan bastard been able to read her diary??

He angrily produced a knife. She let out a garbled scream, certain he was going to stab her in the gut before hanging her. Then he started ripping her clothes off, popping buttons and using the knife when necessary.

She gasped in horror as he stripped her naked, shredding her of her clothes and her dignity. She thought of the transport that should be arriving any moment. Perhaps she could stall.

“I’ll suck!” she gasped in desperation. “I will fuck you, yah? Sex… a whore! Use me as a whore!”

They seemed to want none of that. Then the bastard took one of the recently discovered dildos and shoved it hard up her pussy. She cried out from the violation.

“Nazi swine!” he growled. She certainly understood that! Then he took the other and forced it against her anus.

She screamed as she tried to clench. But he kept on forcing it until it was pushed all the way inside her. She cried out in agony, double-stuffed and humiliated beyond belief.

“This is for Suzette!” he declared. Her eyes flashed in horror. So that bastard had read her diary after all… well, at least the part where her Konrad had kept a French whore named Suzette whom she had recently hanged in a rage when news had arrived of the loss of her officer during the Normandy landings.

The men pulled on the end of the rope, jerking her up into the air. She kicked and struggled, utterly ashamed of the way they were hanging her the way she’d hanged that bitch. Her last words to her had been, “Do you miss Konrad’s cock, whore? Then enjoy these as you die!” And with that she’d hanged the French tart with two similar toys – if not these very same ones – up her cunt and ass.

She had furiously masturbated to the girl’s shameful hanging. Now she kicked and struggled, the noose slowly strangling her to death. It was the same noose she’d used to take the lives of so many bitches, the same noose she’s used to masturbate with after a particularly enjoyable hanging. Konrad’s men would take the body to the woods out back to be buried, and she would masturbate over and over to the delicious memory of the naked bitch strangling to death. Would these bastards also masturbate to the memory of her death after she was gone??

She kicked and struggled, the toys in her holes igniting a shameful fire within her. She did not want to die as a whore in the noose like the others. It was humiliating wearing the same noose that had formerly strangled to death the lives of communists, Jews, Poles, Belgians, and French maidens – whores and sub-humans all. And to hang naked in front of the eyes of these filthy beasts?? That was worst of all.

She gurgled as she tried to breath. Her chest was on fire, and she was becoming exhausted. But with the last of her strength she began shamefully humping in the noose.

Merciless eyes watched her dance her way into orgasmic death. She could not believe the Third Reich was coming to an end for her so shamefully. It was all so horrible… and it hurt so badly!

She felt her bladder release, another shameful moment. Urine trickled down her legs to drip off her toes. Her mind screamed over and over for her deceased Konrad, for the transport that had already been intercepted and blown up, for the soldiers who’d once stayed with her but who had been called away to the front at the last moment and were now dead, leaving her unprotected.

She shuddered hard in her death throes. It took her much too long to finally lose consciousness. Then she hung limp as a muscle occasionally twitched.

The partisans left her to hang there naked and alone. But the one took her diary. He thought one day he might add a postscript to it.

Her corpse hung quiet, urine dribbling off her toes. Off in the distance a rumble could be heard from an exploding bomb from the approaching allies. The reverberations reached her building, setting her to gently swaying back and forth.

(Dec 20 ’17)
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Now the noose is on the other neck. Nazis hang just as nicely as anyone else, we now can finally see.

riwa said:
The black noose

The transport would be arriving soon. Then she could leave and be done with it. She had enjoyed living on the outskirts of Paris. But now she was looking forward to returning to her beloved Germany.

She had everything packed; she was ready to go. What was taking so long with that transport? She’d been informed they would arrive within the hour.

Perhaps it was the turn of the war. The allies were rapidly closing in on Paris. No doubt every transport was being commandeered to take troops and supplies either to the front of back in the direction of Germany.

She had just finished writing in her diary when she heard a knock at the front door. Finally! She went to go answer it, relieved the truck had finally arrived.

She let out a startled cry when she saw it wasn’t soldiers but partisans there to greet her. She started to scream, only to be manhandled back inside. Her heart rate skyrocketed.

She was slammed into her couch as a rifle was pointed right at her chest. She was sure they were going to shoot her right then and there. She closed her eyes, awaiting the bullets that would tear into her flesh.

She opened her eyes and saw two of them searching the facility. One of them came across her diary and opened it. Could they read German?

A couple of them began opening up her boxes. The one skimming the diary took it into the other room, no doubt to go through the boxes in there. She tensed, wondering what they would find and what they might do to her.

She started to speak, only for one to point the barrel of the rifle right at her face. She wisely kept her tongue. She did not want to feel the sensation of bullets tearing into her body.

The one reading the diary came back out from the other room. He’d been wearing a black hood the whole time and was a menacing figure. Now he roughly pulled her to her feet where he started tying her arms behind her back.

What was this? What were they going to do to her?? She started to speak up, only to feel the barrel of the rifle push against her back.

She was marched into the back of the building, her heart beating fast. Then she rounded a corner and let out a cry. The black noose she had used so many times before was now hanging from a hook in the ceiling.

Her stomach lurched as she cried out, “NEIN! NOT THE BLACK NOOSE!” That’s when images of past victims flashed before her eyes. She could not believe they were about to hang her with that very same noose!
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The partisan holding onto her seemed particularly agitated as he noosed her up. Now she began begging and pleading. Anything but the noose, especially that one in particular. It would be much too degrading!

The noose was pulled tightly around her throat. A couple of them pulled on the end until she was pulled up onto the balls of her feet. Then the angry partisan halted the procedure.

His eyes blazed with hatred as he stared at her. He barked a command, and his men started opening boxes, unpacking her belongings. She trembled with fright, whimpering for them to just shoot her and be done with it… not to string her up.

There was a cry of triumph as one of them lifted up a couple of familiar objects discovered in his search. She gasped as her eyes flew open in horror. Had the partisan bastard been able to read her diary??

He angrily produced a knife. She let out a garbled scream, certain he was going to stab her in the gut before hanging her. Then he started ripping her clothes off, popping buttons and using the knife when necessary.

She gasped in horror as he stripped her naked, shredding her of her clothes and her dignity. She thought of the transport that should be arriving any moment. Perhaps she could stall.

“I’ll suck!” she gasped in desperation. “I will fuck you, yah? Sex… a whore! Use me as a whore!”

They seemed to want none of that. Then the bastard took one of the recently discovered dildos and shoved it hard up her pussy. She cried out from the violation.

“Nazi swine!” he growled. She certainly understood that! Then he took the other and forced it against her anus.

She screamed as she tried to clench. But he kept on forcing it until it was pushed all the way inside her. She cried out in agony, double-stuffed and humiliated beyond belief.

“This is for Suzette!” he declared. Her eyes flashed in horror. So that bastard had read her diary after all… well, at least the part where her Konrad had kept a French whore named Suzette whom she had recently hanged in a rage when news had arrived of the loss of her officer during the Normandy landings.

The men pulled on the end of the rope, jerking her up into the air. She kicked and struggled, utterly ashamed of the way they were hanging her the way she’d hanged that bitch. Her last words to her had been, “Do you miss Konrad’s cock, whore? Then enjoy these as you die!” And with that she’d hanged the French tart with two similar toys – if not these very same ones – up her cunt and ass.

She had furiously masturbated to the girl’s shameful hanging. Now she kicked and struggled, the noose slowly strangling her to death. It was the same noose she’d used to take the lives of so many bitches, the same noose she’s used to masturbate with after a particularly enjoyable hanging. Konrad’s men would take the body to the woods out back to be buried, and she would masturbate over and over to the delicious memory of the naked bitch strangling to death. Would these bastards also masturbate to the memory of her death after she was gone??

She kicked and struggled, the toys in her holes igniting a shameful fire within her. She did not want to die as a whore in the noose like the others. It was humiliating wearing the same noose that had formerly strangled to death the lives of communists, Jews, Poles, Belgians, and French maidens – whores and sub-humans all. And to hang naked in front of the eyes of these filthy beasts?? That was worst of all.

She gurgled as she tried to breath. Her chest was on fire, and she was becoming exhausted. But with the last of her strength she began shamefully humping in the noose.

Merciless eyes watched her dance her way into orgasmic death. She could not believe the Third Reich was coming to an end for her so shamefully. It was all so horrible… and it hurt so badly!

She felt her bladder release, another shameful moment. Urine trickled down her legs to drip off her toes. Her mind screamed over and over for her deceased Konrad, for the transport that had already been intercepted and blown up, for the soldiers who’d once stayed with her but who had been called away to the front at the last moment and were now dead, leaving her unprotected.

She shuddered hard in her death throes. It took her much too long to finally lose consciousness. Then she hung limp as a muscle occasionally twitched.

The partisans left her to hang there naked and alone. But the one took her diary. He thought one day he might add a postscript to it.

Her corpse hung quiet, urine dribbling off her toes. Off in the distance a rumble could be heard from an exploding bomb from the approaching allies. The reverberations reached her building, setting her to gently swaying back and forth.

(Dec 20 ’17)
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Those Nazis - fanatical to the end(however messy).

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Tree mwas bored so he hanged a few and impaled Eul...
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Not even the pretense of a trial this time? Tree must be losing his touch.
 
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