The prosecution of Karen Hahn

[stangler5000]

There is a struggle when the prison staff tries to put the noose around Kimberly’s neck. Her willingness to cooperate has passed and the clips tying her hair up fell free.

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No effort was made to reset them. The crew decided her hair tossed about as she was hanged would make a nice touch to her execution. Now bound and noosed, Kimberly was now a captive prisoner ready to be hanged.

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However, the state of Brampton had some formalities that had to be taken care of before they could hang Kimberly. Mrs. Longwynd stood next to Limberly and read the list of crimes Kimberly has been sentenced to be hanged for. As she concluded the list, she added “It is the desire of the Brampton court that you suffer a slow strangulation as to hang to death by your neck.”

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Mrs. Longwynd was followed by a member of the Cruxton Abbey congregation that gave a winded dissertation of how Kimberly should s experience the most painful suffering as she hanged from the noose.

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She is followed by Kimberly’s executioner. He steps up behind her and says “It is that time. Do you have any last words?”

Kimberly hisses “Just pull the lever and get this over!”

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“I can’t do that till three o’clock” he says. “Have to wait because of the TV coverage.”

Kimberly doesn’t know how long that will be but is certain she is having the most difficult time not pissing on herself. She squeezes her thighs together in a desperate effort to control her bladder.

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She hears the hangman begin to pull the lever.

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Kimberly straightens up and takes her last free breath.

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In a moment the trapdoor will fall from beneath her and she will be hanged…

A very nice story! I hope there will be a sequel soon and that Kimberly will dance in the sling for a long time, pissing and cheating all over herself in the process. I hope that the crowd (especially the women) will comment on their suffering in the narrowest of words. I hope it will be a good show for the audience.

Sorry for my bad English.

 

[thehangingtree]

A very nice story! I hope there will be a sequel soon and that Kimberly will dance in the sling for a long time, pissing and cheating all over herself in the process. I hope that the crowd (especially the women) will comment on their suffering in the narrowest of words. I hope it will be a good show for the audience.

Sorry for my bad English.

Don't worry about your English... Next chapter-

Scant seconds pass between the hangman tells Kimberly he has ‘to wait till three o’clock’ and him grabbing the lever and giving it the pull. Kimberly feels the trapdoor vibrate under her feet as the metal pins are pulled from their mounts.



The trapdoor drops from under her feet and she falls two feet before the noose breaks the drop. Shocked, Kimberly’s legs swing feet above the ground. She doesn’t even know she peed as she is jerked to a stop.



For a half minute she dangles almost motionless as she hangs by her neck. The noose does not cinch tight around her throat but the pressure of her body hanging below it makes it difficult to breathe and impossible to talk. Her legs, to the delight of the crowd, begin to hunt for a perch they will not find.



The longer she hangs, Kimberly’s fight to free herself from the noose becomes more frantic. She desperately tries to escape the rope tightening around her neck. She tries to reach the noose, but Kimberly’s hands are bound behind her back and the noose is beyond her reach.

Kimberly’s struggle to free herself only tightens the rope closing her throat. She has even forgotten she is hanging naked before the crowd watching her slow strangulation. She has been hanged for ten minutes but she feels like it has been ten hours.



Kimberly’s thrashing begins to slow. The weight of her body has conspired with rope to restrict her breathing. The gasps for air become ever shortening gurgles until even those stop. Her head is tilted to one side and drool runs from her mouth. Before a quarter has passed, the noose wins its battle with Kimberly. Her eyes are open but Kimberly has succumb to the rope.



“Come on, Karen” the matron says as she grabs Karen’s arm.

“It took a quarter hour to… put her to death” Karen groans.

“Everyone is different” the matron tells her.



The matron doesn’t tell Karen that her hanging will probably take even longer…

 

[thehangingtree]

The Women’s Institute for Incarceration and Termination had switched to hanging as the means of executing prisoners. It was too cheap to build a tall enough gallows to break the women’s necks but it was effective. Most of the women were at least stunned when they were dropped and it was common for them to piss as their lives ebbed from them.



Hanging the women was effective however, while it did put the prisoners to death, it was not much of a show for the witnesses. At best, the condemned woman would twitch for a few minutes before she passed.



When Warden Abigal Hanger took charge of the prison she found the executions were more of an expense than an effective way to execute the prisoners. One evening she had a guest for dinner. At one point during the evening the discussion of hanging the condemned prisoners came up. As Mr. Tree enjoyed an after dinner drink and cigarette, he commented “You are dropping them too far. It is no wonder hanging them is a quick but crappy show.”



“But we are to put them to death and it does that” Ms. Hanger argues.

“True, but there is nothing that says they have to die quickly” Tree says. In Medieval times they used to hoist the condemned women up and let them choke to death quite slowly.”



He continues “Even in the old west, they used to put women on a stool and kick it from beneath their feet.”



“But that is inhumane” Ms. Hanger protests. Those women choked to death!”

“What do you think the women you hang do” Tree counters. “Look, let me hang your next prisoner. She’ll still be dead when I am done hanging her but she’ll have time to think about her sentence as the noose takes her life.”

Reluctantly, Ms. Hanger agreed to let Tree hang the next woman scheduled to be executed. Tree was a real prick when he prepared her for her hanging. He took great care to tell her how she would slowly be choked to death as she hanged by her neck.



Even when he had her noosed and ready to be hanged, he explained to the witnesses and the prison’s staff the condemned woman would have time to contemplate her sentence as she hanged by her neck. One doubts the condemned woman appreciated his explanation.



He pulled the lever and she dropped a couple of feet before the noose jerked her body to a sudden halt.



It is not recorded how Tree came up with the length of her fall and, at first, she hanged motionless from the noose. But soon she began to kick and thrash as she hanged by her neck.



The witnesses and the prison staff all seemed to enjoy her hanging though it is questionable if she felt the same about it.

It was just over five minutes when she jerked her last.



Though the prisoner had been successfully put to death, Tree felt she got off too easily. He thought she should have lasted longer. But the Brampton prison adopted Tree’s method and that is how Kimberly was hanged and perhaps how Karen Hahn will meet her fate…

 

[thehangingtree]

Karen Hahn had seen Kimberly O’Conner hanged by the Brampton prison’s staff. The only ‘hangings’ Karen had seen before were in movies and they were usually done with the sharp jerk of the condemned person’s neck after a long drop that would break their necks. Even movies where witches were hanged from a wagon, they were dead in a few minutes. Nothing had prepared her for the torturous quarter hour Kimberly thrashed as she hanged by her neck. A matron leads Karen back to the prison’s death row cellblock. Karen puts up a fight as she is led through the barred door leading to the cells.

Karen is not the complacent prisoner she had been up till now. She whimpers “You can’t put me in there! You can’t hang me! I saw what Kim went through while you killed her!”



The matron shoved her naked prisoner though the door assuring her “They’ll do yours better”

She did not tell Karen that Warden Hanger wanted Karen’s execution to be a better show for the paying audience.

Karen’s life in the Brampton Women’s Institute of Incarceration and Termination was not especial pleasant. She has nothing in the line of privacy. Anyone could look into her cell. It was bad enough the prison staff could observe her whenever they wanted to, but during visiting hours anyone could look in on her no matter what she might be doing.



It did not help Karen was quite an attractive woman. As a condemned prisoner, Karen was held wearing little more than handcuffs. She attracted the attention of one of the head guards.



One would assume prison protocol their lecherous gawks would be the most demeaning thing they could do. But it was not uncommon for one of the guards to fetch Karen and bring her to their lounge which they called the ‘recreation room’.



They untied Karen’s wrists and locked them in cuffs in front of her.



The guard used Karen in ways better not described here then he climbed off her. Gunner turned to his partner Bull and said “She’s all yours.”

Bull, not wishing to get Gunner’s cum on his pecker, rammed his hard shaft deep in Karen’s bowels.



When they were satisfied they put Karen back in her cell.



Karen wanted to complain how she was treated but found there was little interest. Besides it was only a week until her execution.

 

[thehangingtree]

Karen’s week before her execution went pretty much as the previous weeks. The pair of guards Bull and Gunner paid particularly close attention to the condemned prisoner. It was not that Karen was any greater an escape risk than any other woman held at the prison, it could be said Bull and Gunner enjoyed Karen’s ‘skills’. Gunner would fetch Karen and bring her to the guard’s lounge.



Karen was very well versed at giving head and would service the two men sometimes doing both at one time.



At least they’d let her suck their dicks before they took turns fucking her and reaming her ass.



Bull and Gunner weren’t Karen’s only visitors. A few days before she would be hanged, Karen is brought to the visitor’s cell. There is a seedy-looking man staring at her through the bars. Karen is naked but for the cuffs binding her hands behind her back. The man’s eyes looked up and down her naked body. Karen desperately wanted to cover her breasts and crotch from his visual rape. It got no better when he said “They weren’t lying. You’re one of the best ones they’ve strung up.”

Angrily, Karen demands “Who are you… some kind of prison official?”

He takes his time to light a cigarette and says “Prison work doesn’t pay good enough.”



“My name’s Sharp… Spike Sharp. I’m from the Crux Chronicle and I do ‘educational films’ of women’s executions” the man continues.

“I’ve heard about Crux Chronicle! You do porn films of our executions” Karen snarls.

“Ma’am, it ain’t my fault you are going to be hanged naked for your crimes. But I gotta say, the film of you dying naked hanging by your neck is going to be a best-seller” he says confidently and coldly…

 

[thehangingtree]

Two days before Karen is to be put to death, she is handcuffed and brought to the visitor’s cell. A pair of women in sharp dress and toting a couple of drinks are there to see her. The two women speak in French, a language Karen does not understand but she does know they seem quite enthused to see her.

The darker haired woman says “You are right, Messaline! She would look adorable hanging from one of your premium French nooses!”

“And even though she will struggle to escape it, Judith, the rope will not chafe her neck” Messaline purrs. “Of course, the noose will still kill her but she will look divine as she thrashes from it. We must see Warden Hanger and convince her to use one!”



The women go to the warden’s office while Karen wonders what just happened…

That evening, Karen is again brought to the visitor’s cell. A dark-haired woman stands outside the bars and glares at her. Karen says “I haven’t met you before so you can’t be part of the staff here. Who are you and what do you want?”

The woman in the sheer black dress says “I am Professor Moore- Barbara Moore- from the University of the Virgin Martyrs. I am writing a thesis on the persecution of women by the justice systems around the world.”

“So you are here to save me” Karen asks hopefully.

“I said I am a professor not a lawyer” Barbara replies. “My thesis is based on my belief that women are more harshly punished for their crimes than men are.”

“There is nothing I can do. This Saturday they are going to hang you from the gallows. At least you can take comfort I will report how terribly you suffered before you die” Barbara assures Karen.



Barbara’s visit did not give Karen any comfort…

Long after visiting hours are over, Messaline comes by Karen’s cell. She speaks in English with a heavy French accent. In barely over a whisper, Messaline says “I think they are going to do something terrible to you. I tried to sell them a premium French noose and they wouldn’t buy it!”

Karen looks at the tight-fitting tee top Messaline is wearing that hardly covers her body but decides not to comment on her dress. Karen says “They are hanging me to death Saturday. What could be worse than that?”

Messaline glances around to see if anyone can hear her.



In the same hushed tone Messaline says “They wouldn’t buy my premium French noose but they bought a premium French rope. The warden says my noose would not work.”

“So?” asks Karen.

“My premium French rope costs the same as my premium French noose but the warden said my noose would kill you too quickly” Messa explains. She adds “I think they have something awful in mind for your hanging!”

 

[Barbaria1]

“There is nothing I can do. This Saturday they are going to hang you from the gallows. At least you can take comfort I will report how terribly you suffered before you die” Barbara assures Karen.



Barbara’s visit did not give Karen any comfort…

What’d she expect from m a cold-hearted academic like me. … flowers?

 

[thehangingtree]

What’d she expect from a cold-hearted academic like me. … flowers?

Tree is glad he was never Prof. Moore's classes!!!

 

[thehangingtree]

It is Friday, the day before Karen will be executed by being hanged by her neck. A group of prison matrons enter Karen’s cell. As they cuffed her hands behind her back, Karen asked “Are you taking me to be hanged?”



“No, you don’t get hanged till tomorrow” a matron replies. “The law requires you have a medical exam so you can be executed. We have to be certain you are healthy enough and of sound mind so you can serve your sentence.”

Karen says “You are going to kill me. What is the point?”

“Your sentence is quite severe. We must be sure you understand your sentence. And be assured your exam will be very thorough” the matron says. Karen is led to the prison’s infirmary. She dreads what is about to happen to her.



In the infirmary, Karen’s cuffs are removed and a pair of thugs dressed as medical personnel begin to exam her. The woman checks her heartbeat while the man toyfully feels her breast.



The woman declares “The prisoner seems to like that. Her heartbeat barely raised. Now Karen, get on the bench so the doctor can do his examination.”

Karen sits on the bench and covers her breasts and loins.



She whimpers “You don’t have to do this just to kill me.”

“Oh, we don’t want anyone to be able to say you didn’t understand your sentence once we hang you” the woman replies. An older man walks in and says “So this Karen… a fine looking specimen. Get her in position so I can examine her.”

Karen is stood up facing the bench with her hands on it. The doctor rams his index finger into Karen’s rectum. Karen squeals “What are you doing?”



The man wiggles his finger lodged in Karen’s ass and says “Giving you an exam. Don’t question a professional!”

Karen’s exam took an hour and the doctor placed his hands all over her. Anywhere else his exam would have been considered a sexual assault but the only witnesses were his two assistances and they weren’t talking.

Karen was cuffed and shackled and taken back to her cell. As she was walked down the corridor she complained about what the doctor did to her.



The guard said “I’m sure it was necessary. I’m no doctor but I’m sure he was just doing his job.”

Karen is placed in her cell. A copious amount of the doctor’s lubricant was in her bowels. She sat on the floor praying she wouldn’t soil herself.



“I am Doctor Henry Longprique who just examined Karen. To be honest, the physical exam was not necessary. All that is required is that the prisoner understands her sentence.”



“But Karen is a fine piece of meat and you can hardly blame me for wanting to examine her!”

 

[Barbaria1]

Doctor Henry Longprique

 

[thehangingtree]

It is early Saturday morning. Though exhausted, Karen does not sleep. It seems the thought of being hanged to death later that day does not encourage getting good rest. She looks up at the dark figure that stands outside her cell. She leans on her arms and asks “Is it time already?”



The figure laughs and says “Heavens, no! I am Sister Angel of the Order of the Miraculous Conception. I came to see if you wanted to pray or have any questions before they… um… your execution.”

Karen is both dismayed and angry when she says “I can’t believe they are going to hang me just for not paying taxes!”

“Karen, you broke the law and were found guilty. You were sentenced to be put to death so later today they are going to hang you” Sister Angel says with a touch of pity. “Of course, it is men that write the laws.”

“It is not fair” Karen says.

“No one claims laws are fair” Sister Angel says. “One of my own ancestors was hanged in the old town square here for being a witch.”



“How horrible” Karen exclaims.

“It was. Of course, she wasn’t a witch” Sister Angel says. “She simply refused to sleep with the church’s bishop. There were no laws that allowed a woman to be hanged for not sleeping with a cleric so she accused of being a witch that tried to seduce the cleric. It was her word against the bishop’s. She was declared guilty and brought to the square to be hanged before the town folk. To make their point, she was brought naked to the platform and placed on the stool to be hanged before the people.”



“Jesus, they hanged her because she would bed a priest” Karen asks.

“Kicked the stool right from under her feet” Sister Angel says. “And remember, they hanged her for being a witch. They must have made a good noose to hang her with because there are letters that said she kicked for a quarter hour.”



“And the people watched the whole thing” Karen asks amazed at the thought.

“Young and old, women and men. The old folk were pleased the ‘witch’ suffered for so long before she died. The young ones were fascinated by her naked dance!”

“Men are such pigs” Karen huffs.

“What makes you think it was just the men who enjoyed her final thrash? Many of the letters were written by women and most of them were quite enthralled by her dance” Sister Angel says. “And I guarantee there will be plenty of women who will watch you later today.”

Karen now stands by her cell’s bars and asks “You mean they will watch me hang to death?”

“You mean strangle to death. You see, there is a tall gallows now but that is just so they can video your hanging without the crowd in the way. It is still a short drop. Your legs will kick and your tits will swing while you choke as you hang from the noose. It will be a long death and with your hands bound behind your back, you won’t be able to hide a damn thing” Sister Angel says.



Sister Angel moves her hand over her own breast as if to accentuate what she says. “Well, I see you this evening when it is time for your hanging. Have a great day, Karen.”

Sister Angel walks away leaving Karen to contemplate what they had just discussed. Karen covers her breasts.


‘They can’t do that to me’ Karen thinks…

 

[Doom701]

It is early Saturday morning. Though exhausted, Karen does not sleep. It seems the thought of being hanged to death later that day does not encourage getting good rest. She looks up at the dark figure that stands outside her cell. She leans on her arms and asks “Is it time already?”

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The figure laughs and says “Heavens, no! I am Sister Angel of the Order of the Miraculous Conception. I came to see if you wanted to pray or have any questions before they… um… your execution.”

Karen is both dismayed and angry when she says “I can’t believe they are going to hang me just for not paying taxes!”

“Karen, you broke the law and were found guilty. You were sentenced to be put to death so later today they are going to hang you” Sister Angel says with a touch of pity. “Of course, it is men that write the laws.”

“It is not fair” Karen says.

“No one claims laws are fair” Sister Angel says. “One of my own ancestors was hanged in the old town square here for being a witch.”

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“How horrible” Karen exclaims.

“It was. Of course, she wasn’t a witch” Sister Angel says. “She simply refused to sleep with the church’s bishop. There were no laws that allowed a woman to be hanged for not sleeping with a cleric so she accused of being a witch that tried to seduce the cleric. It was her word against the bishop’s. She was declared guilty and brought to the square to be hanged before the town folk. To make their point, she was brought naked to the platform and placed on the stool to be hanged before the people.”

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“Jesus, they hanged her because she would bed a priest” Karen asks.

“Kicked the stool right from under her feet” Sister Angel says. “And remember, they hanged her for being a witch. They must have made a good noose to hang her with because there are letters that said she kicked for a quarter hour.”

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“And the people watched the whole thing” Karen asks amazed at the thought.

“Young and old, women and men. The old folk were pleased the ‘witch’ suffered for so long before she died. The young ones were fascinated by her naked dance!”

“Men are such pigs” Karen huffs.

“What makes you think it was just the men who enjoyed her final thrash? Many of the letters were written by women and most of them were quite enthralled by her dance” Sister Angel says. “And I guarantee there will be plenty of women who will watch you later today.”

Karen now stands by her cell’s bars and asks “You mean they will watch me hang to death?”

“You mean strangle to death. You see, there is a tall gallows now but that is just so they can video your hanging without the crowd in the way. It is still a short drop. Your legs will kick and your tits will swing while you choke as you hang from the noose. It will be a long death and with your hands bound behind your back, you won’t be able to hide a damn thing” Sister Angel says.

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Sister Angel moves her hand over her own breast as if to accentuate what she says. “Well, I see you this evening when it is time for your hanging. Have a great day, Karen.”

Sister Angel walks away leaving Karen to contemplate what they had just discussed. Karen covers her breasts.
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‘They can’t do that to me’ Karen thinks…

I remember this story of yours about a witch. First they knocked the stool out from under her feet, and then they lifted it high above the crowd. For everyone to see, she dies.
City long neck.

 

[thehangingtree]

Noon on Friday a guard comes for Karen. Only after he assured her he was not coming to take her to the gallows did she allow him to handcuff her and lead her to the prison infirmary.



Karen had a notion that she was going to get a final buggering by Bull and Gunner. It took some convincing that that was not going to occur.



Karen is tossed on one of the beds dressed with a heavy plastic sheet and is chained down.



Karen is given the biggest enema her bowels could take. She was released from the chains and led to a seatless stainless steel toilet. Though Karen had not been fed since the night before, she purged whatever she had in her.



It was important to the prison a prisoner does not soil herself while she is hanged by her neck…

 

[thehangingtree]

After her enema, Karen was allowed to purge her bowels. She would have anyway, but they at least let her use the toilet. Though she didn’t know it, but it was video-taped to be shown to subscribers of the Crux Chronicle platinum channel. Karen was brought to the prisoner’s shower room where her handcuffs were removed. The matron told her to shower and ‘wash the shit’ off her legs and her butt because the archbishop of the Cruxton Abbey would visit her before she was hanged.

Karen growled “I don’t belong to that church. Why should I wash for him?”

The matron says “Listen bitch, you are going to be hanged naked before a large crowd. Do you want them to see you like this? Now shower before I shut off the hot water!”



Karen thought about what the matron said and decided she didn’t want people to see her as she was and certainly didn’t want her last shower to be a cold one. She went to a shower stall and turned the water on. Karen washed herself taking care to wash her backside.



It was a strange feeling to be bathing so she would look better when they hanged her.



Karen was taken back to her cell. Though the cameras were still pointed at her cell, Karen did not know they had been turned off for the archbishop’s visit. A large man in a regal garb comes to her cell. He looks over her naked body and his eyes show he approves, although he didn’t say such.

Karen is less discrete and she snaps “Do you like what you see? I thought clerics were supposed to be celibate.”

“My dear, I am of the Cruxton order. ‘Celibacy’ is a Catholic thing” he replies. He continues “I am Archbishop Wragg and am here to take your confession before you are hanged.”

“This is bullshit. They are going to put me to death for swiping some money and not paying taxes on it” Karen exclaims.

“Am I to take that as your confession? You sound almost bitter about them hanging you” the archbishop says.

“You are damn right I am! People don’t kill people because of taxes” Karen exclaims. “It is like the witch hunts from the dark ages!”

How the archbishop wished he lived in his ancestors’ time but Karen’s hanging was a civilian punishment he would not have to take any of the grief for it happening. He leans towards the bars and softly says “It is a shame those ages are past but, if you think of anything while you are hanged, do know I have excellent seats to watch your legs kick, your ass shake, and your tits swing as you dangle by your neck.”



Karen is amazed by the lust that is in the archbishop’s voice…

 

[thehangingtree]

Late Saturday afternoon, Sister Angel enters Karen’s cell. She carries a pair of prison handcuffs. Karen, in a desperate voice, says “It can’t be time!”



“I am afraid it is, Karen” Sister Angel says. “I thought it would be easier for you if I brought you out instead of the guards.”

Sister Angel held the cuffs out to hand them to Karen. “Here, put these on.”



“I am not putting those on” Karen exclaims as she bunches her hair on her head.



“Karen, it’s the law” Sister Angel says. “If you walk out of here without your hands cuffed they will put them on you. Now, turn around and let me put them on.”

Karen turns her back to Sister Angel and places her hands behind her back, saying “I can’t believe I am being treated like a criminal.”



Sister Angel locks the cuffs around Karen’s wrists. Karen moans “Damn, that’s too tight!”



Sister Angel does not tell Karen that they must be to keep Karen from clawing at the noose she will be hanged with. She takes Karen out of the cell. She says “I hear you didn’t like being held in there. Look on the bright side, you won’t be in one again.”



Sister Angel leads Karen out of the death row cellblock.



Sister Angel is taking Karen to the gallows. She doesn’t know how lucky she is Karen had been given that enema before she came to her cell…

 

[thehangingtree]

Sister Angel walks Karen to a heavy oak door where a prison guard takes over. She leads Karen through the door that bangs shut behind them. With the door closed, ahead of Karen stood the crows that paid to see her hanged with the gallows looming behind them.



Karen is led through the crowd that is callously not shy about how thrilled they are to see her hanged.



It is not a long walk to the gallows, too short Karen thinks. The crowd separates as Karen arrives at the base of the gallows.



Karen pauses at the site of the gallows looming over her. A prison matron grabs her arm and says “It is not going away and these people are her to see you hanged.”

The Director of Corrections takes Karen’s arm and says “I’ll take her from here.”

The crowd closes around the gallows as the director brings her up the stairs. Karen looks around, amazed at the number that have paid to see her hanged.



As she climbs the steps, she is glad she had been given the enema!

Karen gets to the top of the steps. Her nerves are shattered as she sees the noose dangling before her. The director lets go of her arm and her hangman takes over.



“They’ve all come to see you hanged” he says gently. Karen would have puked if she had anything in her stomach. The hangman leads her onto the trapdoor. The noose hangs a foot before her face.



“I have to put that around your neck” he says calmly, not comforting Karen at all…

 

[thehangingtree]

Karen looked at the noose hanging by her. For a dead piece of hemp, it sends fear through her.



The lifeless rope hangs from the crossbar over her head. The noose hangs limp, no threat to anyone- but Karen.



A guard shoves her forward. Karen whimpers “Don’t do this to me!”



He replies something about a schedule to be kept. A man grabs the noose and opens its loop. He raises it framing Karen’s face with it.



Karen freezes at the sight but a guard pushed her forward and the noose is pulled over her head and tightened enough to ensure Karen could not escape its hold.



The man steps away from Karen. The hangman reaches for the noose and tightens the loop a bit more.



Warden Hanger admonishes him. “Not too tight! We don’t want to restrict her breathing before she is hanged!”

Karen looks down at the crowd. It is clear they want to see her hanged. They are even shouting for the hangman to open the trapdoor.



Karen glances around.



‘They want to see me hanged’ Karen thinks in disbelief…

 

[thehangingtree]

Karen expected to be hanged after the noose was fixed around her neck but there is protocol that comes before she dangles by her neck. A shabbily dressed man named Tree steps up next to her. He looks at how the noose is set and Karen’s naked body. He takes a swig of his drink and a drag from his cigarette. Casually he says “I don’t see how the premium French rope is any better than Arkansas hemp. Either way they both will do the trick.”

Having never felt Arkansas rope or premium French hemp around her neck before, Karen snaps “Just get this farce over and hang me. You have had your fun at my expense!”

“They have rules they follow here” Tree says. “It will be a while before you are hanged.”

Karen looks down at the crowd below her and says “Just pull the lever and break my neck.”

“That won’t happen. I trained the hangman and no one died just from the drop. You’ll only fall a couple feet before the noose stops your fall” Tree explains.

“Then the rope closes around my throat?” Karen asks.

“Eventually” Tree says. He doesn’t explain the warden paid him extra to tie the noose so Karen would hang at least a quarter hour before she crocked. He also left out he get an extra wad of cash for each minute she kicks after that. “At least that French rope shouldn’t chafe your neck while you hang from it.”



Tree shuffles towards the back of the gallows’ platform and a Mrs. O’Malley steps up and reads some macabre passages from the Bible before singing “Shall We Gather at The River”.



The lady was graced with a good voice and even Karen agreed with the crowd that yelled for them to hang her now. Mrs. O’Malley ignored the shouts and finished the song before vacating the platform.

She was replaced by Miss Dreadnaught. The woman, dressed in attire from a past time, walks up to Karen. She glares at Karen’s naked body, pleased that such a fine specimen would be introduced to the afterlife in such a brutally slow way. She opens the scroll and clears her throat before she begins to read from it.



“Karen Hahn, you have been tried and found guilty of wire theft and failure to pay taxes on those gains. You have been sentenced to death. The method of terminating your life shall be hanging by your neck until you are dead.”

The crowd loudly cheers Miss Dreadnaught’s announcement. Miss Dreadnaught rolls the scroll closed and quietly contemptuously adds “and may the last minutes of your life be the most unimaginable hell you have ever experienced.”

A man in a blue uniform step behind Karen. Even for his size, he grunts as he tugs on the noose’s coils. With confidence he proclaims “It will hold her. Hangman, you may proceed with Karen’s sentence.



Karen squeezes her ass’s cheeks together to prevent any accident from happening. The hangman steps up to the lever and asks “Ready, Miss Hahn?”

She cannot answer but she certainly is not ready to feel what being hanged feels like. Below her the crowd counts down the last seconds before she is hanged…

“…Four…Three…Two…One”



“Have a nice ride” the hangman says as he pulls the lever…

 

[Loxuru]

premium French hemp around her neck

I Messaline expanding her business?

 

[thehangingtree]

“Have a nice ride” the hangman says as he pulls the lever. Karen feels the platform vibrate as the steel pins retract from beneath it. For that brief second she wonders what being hanged will feel like.



Suddenly the sounds stop and the platform falls from beneath her feet. Cool air replaces the wood she had stood upon. Karen’s eyes widen as she is momentarily weightless.



She wants to scream as she falls towards the ground and opens her mouth to do so.



The scream never happens as the noose breaks her fall before she drops a meter.



Wide-eyed and somewhat stunned, Karen stares at the crowd below her.

‘Damn, they hanged me!’