The prosecution of women through history

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The mayor yells “Hang this sinful bitch!”

‘Damn, they really are going to hang me’ Angel thinks.



As the crowd stares at her with undivided attention, Angel feels the noose’s knot twist and rise off her back. Using a trapdoor to hang someone has not been adopted yet. Two strong men pull at the rope the noose around her neck is made from. Angel feels the rope slide up her neck. She raises on her toes and wonders if being hanged will hurt… it doesn’t occur to her the purpose of hanging her is to put her to death and the people of Brampton certainly hope that hanging her by her neck is both painful and slow. They have never seen a nun hanged before and certainly not a naked one!

Angel’s toes have only so much reach. Her feet leave the rough wood of the gallows’ deck. Angel is amazed by the rope pressing against her throat. As she is being lifted, she thinks “Don’t they know this will kill me?”



Of course they do. They only hope the noose is slow to strangle her. Angel has been raised less than a half meter when she starts to kick. Being raised is not like a long drop that would have stunned or broken her neck. It will take a while for the noose to tighten enough to close her throat but there are other horrors she feels as she is being raised. Each pull of the rope the men do jerks her body.



The rope drags across the beam she hangs from sending cruel vibrations down it and she feels the shaking in the noose. Her eyes water but she cannot reach them with her hands tied behind her back. She blinks to clear them and can see the crowd below her cheering enthusiastically at her hanging.



“What the hell is wrong with them? Don’t they care they are killing me?”

They know Angel is being put to death. They are grateful she has some fight left. She will put on a good show as she chokes to death. On the gallows platform, the sheriff and his deputy watch Angel thrash as she hangs by her neck. The archbishop stands between them watching Angel twisting beneath the noose. The deputy says “She’s the best damn woman we have ever hanged!”

“She is putting up a hell of a fight. She looks great dangling by her neck” the sheriff adds.

The archbishop dabs the Reisling from his lips hoping his hard cock would not show bulging under his smock. He admonishes the men saying “She is a creation of the higher being. Of course she should look wonderful hanged by her neck. Her face is changing color. Is she going to kick the… is she about to die?”



“I think that’s just pressure on her neck. The way I tied the noose, she should last a while longer” the sheriff says.

“That is good. She should have time to reflect on her sins while she hangs” the archbishop says.

The three men discuss the merits of hanging women over men. The sheriff notes how Angel’s breasts are still shaking around on her chest. His deputy says “It’s not like when you hang a guy. Sure some of them get a hard-on, but once they shoot their load, they just have a limp dick flopping down there.”



About ten minutes after Angel was hoisted up, she starts thrashing violently. The archbishop asks “What is going on? Why is she kicking so hard?”



“I don’t think she can breathe anymore” the sheriff says. “The show is about over.”

“You mean the bitch is going to croak without… You mean she isn’t going to empty her bladder?” the archbishop asks.

“Just wait. She isn’t dead yet” the sheriff says.

After twelve minutes, Sister Angel stopped kicking and a flow of piss ran down her thighs.



The sheriff says to the governor “Well, we hanged our first nun. What did you think?”

“Frankly, I am glad it is over. I was afraid a bolt of lightning would save her and strike us all dead” the governor replies.

The citizens of Brampton were allowed to come up on the gallows to see the hanged woman. One of them says “I thought she’d last longer. You know, her being a nun I thought she’d last longer.”

“I know. She died just like all the whores they hang” one woman says.



So Brampton hanged its first nun. This would be a good place to end this tale, but you have to remember it was the Europeans that came to American. They imported a lot of old-world traditions…



…including hanging, which will be covered in future chapters. It was not exactly how it is told in the history books…

 

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The Europeans imported a lot of old-world traditions including hanging as punishment for grievous crimes. Hanging was used for other things like purging witches, most notoriously used during the Samel witch hunts in the early 1690s.



But fortunately once America became a nation, it wrote a constitution that greatly limited the government’s power and protected its citizens from such travesties of justice. This is not to say it outlawed hanging as a punishment for crimes, but at least the accused would have a fair trial before they got the noose.

In an eastern city, a gentleman ran a saloon that was quite popular with the locals. He paid his barmaids well to ensure his customers got the best service. Unfortunately one of the barmaids, Molly Smythe, decided to take advantage of her position and treated customers to extra ‘free’ drinks and did not put half the money paid into the till. It was not wise to steal from Mr. Tree. He had her arrested and tried for grand theft from his establishment. He gave a dollar-for-dollar presentation of how much Miss Smythe had stole in just the last month.



It seems Miss Smythe had stolen more than his all his customers made at the same time.

The prosecutor put up a fine argument that not only had Mr. Tree been robbed, but to cover his losses he had to charge the paying customers higher prices to make up the difference. The prosecutor made a passionate plea to the all-male jury to find Miss Smythe guilty of all the charges so she could be given the strictest punishment.



His argument worked. The following day, Miss Smythe was found guilty of grand theft. The bailiff read her sentence to the court. “Ladies and gentlemen, Molly Smythe has been found guilty of all charges and has been condemned to be hang by her neck until she is dead. As a consideration to Mr. Tree, Miss Smythe will be hanged this Saturday on the street in front of Mr. Tree’s establishment.”



That Saturday on Fifth Avenue in front of Mr. Tree’s saloon, Molly Smythe was hanged for her crimes.



The crowd stuck around to view Miss Smythe’s hanged body and enjoy the free drinks Mr. Tree provided to all that came out to see Molly Smythe’s hanging.



Of course not everyone got a formal trial. In the northwest Arkansas territory Nancy Rothwell was found to have over thirty stolen heads of cattle. She was tried and convicted by a jury of the men the cattle were stolen from. They threw a big party as they prepared Miss Rothwell to be hanged from one of the trees.



Some records show the party went on for hours after they hanged Miss Rothwell.

The constitution was restrictive on what the U.S. government could do. There is even a ‘separation of church and state’ clause in it. However it took a while for that separation to get to the states and territories. In a small town called Tulsa in the Oklahoma territory tried a woman for prostitution. She had sort of a trail consisting of men who thought she had overcharged them for ‘services rendered’. She was found guilty and hanged at a cattle trading station.



The lynch mob men at her hanging all agreed she looked wonderful the whole time she was hanging by her neck. One of the men said “If she was that good in bed, I’d have never voted to hang her!”

Not everyone got misguided justice as we will soon explore...

 

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The Civil War had an impact on the twin cities of East St. Louis, Illinois and St. Louis, Missouri. Both states had allied with the Union, though Missouri had more than enough of its population that was all too friendly with the Confederate States. The cities were a major hub on the Mississippi River and the war greatly affected the volume of freight being shipped by boat. Even after the war the river boat companies fought to keep the railroads from constructing a bridge across the river knowing railroads would devastate the amount of freight shipped by boat. In the late 1860s, a group of men decided to build what would become known as Eads Bridge. The engineering marvel would not be completed till the mid-1870s leaving the two cities enjoying the wealth generated by the shipping companies and their sailors.

There was a certain liberation following the war. In a less than legal business, prostitution thrived in the cities. The police ignored the business as long as their pockets got lined with a cut of the profits. On of the ‘women of the night’ was Joan Tree. She made good money servicing the riverboat sailors, but she noticed one oddity. The men always had money, and they seemed to like to gamble playing cards almost as much as they enjoyed having sex. Joan Tree decided there was a way to get their money without having to have sex with them.



Joan was pretty good at cards and learned the tricks of the trade. Soon she could make as much in a couple hours playing cards with the sailors and she did not have to fuck any of them.



She was so successful she soon opened her own speakeasy in East St. Louis. Joan became very wealthy and soon found throwing in the possibility of having sex with her greatly enhanced her winnings. But there was one part of gaming she did not appreciate. It turned out the police wanted twenty dollars a month for ‘protecting’ her illegal business or as it was, ignoring she was breaking the law.



Joan got it in her head she could refuse to pay their take. What could they do, arrest her for not paying their cut? As it was, they threatened to arrest her for running an illegal gambling joint and threatened to lock her up in the Illinois State Prison in Springfield. Back then, there were not separate prisons for men and women and Joan decided she did not want to become a sex toy for the male prisoners. She headed west where the law was less of a criminal element than the East St. Louis police.

Joan traveled from town to town on her westward journey, picking up enough money at each town to finance her trek before the local sheriff threatened to have her hanged for being a gambler and a woman of ill repute. She ended up in the small town of Colorado Springs. She thought keeping a low profile would be wise and she presented herself as a nice lady from ‘back East’.



But rent had to be paid and the grocer wanted money for the food she needed. Joan quietly resumed her old job, earning more than enough screwing the local man folk to pay the rent and buy food. One day, one of the men who bought her ‘services’ mentioned that he didn’t understand why a woman like her could sell herself as good as she was.

Joan said she was new in town and hadn’t found a job yet. The man said there was a roadhouse just outside the town and she could make far more money off the clients there. Joan said “Roadhouse? Do they gamble there?”

“Sure, but it is a tough crowd” the man said. “You’d be safer screwing them than playing cards with them.”

Joan, wearing only her cowboy boots and hat, said “I can take care of myself. Tell you what- your session is free for your tip!”



Joan gathered her extra money and headed to the roadhouse. She quickly doubled her money gambling. You see, Joan was not only good at cards, but she was also rather skilled at cheating at cards. She soon had a reputation for being hard to beat. She made it a point to show she was well-armed, so people were unwilling to challenge her.



One day she won a large sum from her opponent. She almost felt guilty taking that much from him. Little did she know he was a Pinkerton employee playing with the company’s money. This did not turn out well for Joan…

 

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The next morning the Pinkerton agent wakes Joan Tree with an early knock on her door. Joan, still unaware of who he is, is surprised to see him. She exclaims “You are the guy I beat in poker yesterday!”

He concedes “I am that guy.”

“Well, if you have a complaint, you need to take it up with the business. I beat you fair and square” Joan says angrily.

“I don’t it was ‘fair and square’” the man replies. “If it was I wouldn’t have an issue.”

“Look, just because you lost a lot of money, that doesn’t mean you can ask for it back the next day” Joan huffs.

“Ma’am, I’ll get it back. All the money you won was Pinkerton money and every bill is marked to prove it” the man says. “It is all evidence you cheated, and you are going to be tried for that. Now turn around so I can put irons on you.”

Joan does what the man says. He is much larger than she is and she didn’t bring her gun when she answered the door. As he locks her hands behind her back, she says “You remind me of my brother, T.H. Tree.”



He says “I don’t know anyone named ‘Tree’ but you. I am Thomas Wacker of the Pinkerton Agency. I’m here to take you to trial for stealing by deceit.”

He takes Joan to Colorado Springs where a trial is held in its only saloon. The judge was an old guy who happened to be the saloon owner. He seemed to be quite sauced even though it was only mid-morning. The jury consisted of six ‘randomly selected’ men all of whom Joan had beaten in cards. After Joan was found guilty of stealing by cheating at cards, the judge asked what her sentence should be. The jurors’ wives all yelled out “Hang the bitch.”



Not wanting to piss off the town’s ladies, the judge says “Miss Tree, you have been given a fair trial and been found guilty. I sentence you to be hanged by your neck until you are dead. Sheriff, can you and a couple of men strip Miss Tree and take her to the square so we can hang the crook?”

Moments later, Joan was taken to the square, noosed and quite naked, so she could be hanged.



The loose end of the rope is tossed over the gallows’ beam. Joan screams “You can’t hang me for cheating at cards!”



But with a tug on the rope, Joan was forced up the platform and onto a stool. Joan cried “You can’t kill me for winning at cards!”



Some bald guy gropes at her naked body and says “We sure can. And you should be honored. You are the first woman we have ever hanged in Colorado Springs!”

A big man steps onto the gallows’ platform wearing a black hood and no shirt. He says “Time for you to die, Joan Tree.”

He lifts his foot to kick the stool away. Joan lets out a loud scream as he does so.



It would be her last. Joan starts kicking and thrashing as soon as she is hanging by her neck. The women beneath her make comments such as “I didn’t think a lady would kick like that” and “How lewd of her to show her pussy that way.”



The noose silences any of her protests. All she can manage is some spit and drool out of her mouth. The people watching her hanging laughed at the gasps she made while she could still get some air down her throat.

Joan was lucky, I guess. She either passed out or was dead in less than five minutes. She quit twitching and the men laughed while the women acted appalled when Joan’s last pee ran down her thighs. She dangled limply from the noose, her life taken by the noose. The women staring at her body twisting slowly in the breeze silently gave their thanks the thieving woman was dead.



Joan was left hanging by her neck for the next hour before they cut her down to bury her potter’s field section of the cemetery. They tossed her in a buckboard still bound and noosed.



Everybody’s mood improved when the judge saloon’s owner said “We hanged our first woman. Drinks are on the house!”

 

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Marceline Grosseins came to America when the Paris gendarmerie threatened to arrest her and place her in a French prison for running an unlicensed house of prostitution. She settled first in Philadelphia and found the police were equally hostile to her chosen profession. To make a long story short, Marceline moved westward through several cities that did not approve of her work even though her customers seemed to. She finally ended up just outside of Dodge City, Kansas where she bought a small farm, and the local law authority did not care what she did on it.

Marceline had plenty of casual time during the day when she could get sauced up enough the smell of the cattlemen she would bed at night would be tolerable.



Marceline made good money taking care of the men’s needs. She had to admit though, they had strange sexual desires.



But as long as they paid, Marceline accommodated their wants.

Sometimes things were tight, and Marceline found taking a head of cattle more than made up for the cowboys’ lack of cash. What she didn’t know was not all the cattle she accepted was not the cowboys’ cattle to give away.

One day the sheriff of Ford County caught a few cowboys with some cattle that was not theirs. Under the threat of being arrested for cattle theft and the consequential hanging once convicted, the cattlemen agreed to turn over their ‘ringleader’. The sheriff agreed not to take them to jail if they brought him to this criminal. So they turned up at Marceline’s farm and found several head of cattle that all carried brands of reported stolen cows.

The sheriff and the cowboys went to Marceline’s cabin to find out how she came across the cattle. Marceline was open and honest, telling the sheriff the cowboys gave them to her in exchange for sex with her.

This put the sheriff in a bit of a quandary. The five men with him had caught stealing cattle bit he promised them he would not arrest if they took him to their leader (not to mention one was his brother-in-law, which hanging him would not go over well with his sister). He was standing on Miss Grosseins’ farm with stolen cattle which said were hers and the cattle rustlers had given to her for sexual favors. The sheriff put his four years of elementary school to use and decided since he couldn’t charge the five men with stealing cows, they would have to serve as an impromptu jury and try Marceline for cattle theft, never mind the law called for six people on a jury.

In light of the evidence of a half dozen stolen cows and Marceline’s admission they were hers, it took the cowboys only a few minutes to find her guilty and sentence her to the state’s penalty for cattle theft.

The sheriff said “Miss Grosseins, a jury of your peers have found you guilty of cattle theft and I am afraid the state law requires you are to be hanged.”

“What does ‘hanged’ mean” Marceline asked.

“It means we put a rope around your neck and hang you from it until you are dead” the sheriff says. “I am going to ask you to take off your blouse so the rope don’t ruin it while you hang by your neck.”

Thinking the sheriff just wanted to her breasts, Marceline takes her blouse off. The sheriff steps behind her and ties her hands behind her back. She asks what he is doing, and he explains it is so she can’t grab the noose as she hangs by her neck. Marceline demands to know who is going to take care of her cows. The sheriff explains they will be given back to their rightful owners. Marceline yells “If you are taking my cows, each of these bâtards owe me five dollars!”



Naked to the waist and with a noose around her neck, Marceline is lifted onto one of the horses. The rope is tossed over a limb and tied off. Marceline has caught onto what is happening to her. She asks the sheriff “Will it hurt?”

“Not for long. I’ve never hanged a woman before but most men die in just a few minutes” the sheriff says.

Marceline looks down in disbelief.



‘This is worse than a Paris prison’ she thinks. ‘I can’t believe they are doing this because I have some cows!’

Behind the horse Marceline sits on, the sheriff draws his gun and fires a shot from his pistol. The horse bolts forward and Marceline’s butt slides up and over the back of the saddle. The rope digs into her neck and her feet swing freely several feet above the ground.



Marceline tries to take a breath but nowhere near enough air enters her lungs.



‘Oh mon Dieu, they are killing me’ Marceline thinks. She searches for the ground that is far below her feet. Her boots fall off one after another. Her face contorts as she realizes they are choking her to death.



Her body twists beneath the noose. Her gasps for air become smaller and less frequent as the rope tightens around her neck.



Five minutes after they hanged her, Marceline is reduced to small quivers. Her tongue slips over her teeth as she struggles for air she cannot get.



A few moments later, one of the cowboys says “I think she is dead. What are we gonna do with her body?”

“Leave it there. Maybe the coyotes will take it instead some cow” another replies.

The men start to head off.



The sheriff says “That’s the first woman I have hanged. I’ll buy y’all drinks if you swear you’ll quit stealing cattle…”

 

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Martina Vogelfrie moved from Germany in the 1870s as a young girl to Arkansas. She was quite excited about the move because she had heard wonderful things about Paris. She was a bit disappointed when she found out that ‘Paris’ meant Paris, Arkansas, the county seat of Logan County. What was worse, her family settled in Subiaco, a religious community just east of Paris. Her father had come to work on the Little Rock and Fort Smith Railroad expansion. Unfortunately, he did not get a job with the railroad and became a farmer. Both he and Martina’s mother died when she was in her late teen, not uncommon for their ages back then. Martina had little to live on except her well-developed body that had reached full womanhood before she turned twenty.

Martina had found the pleasures of sex that was frowned upon since she was a single woman. But she found most of the men were pretty good at pleasing her and would often show their gratitude with a generous gift so long as she did not discuss their indiscretions with their spouses.



As Martina’s sexual knowledge grew so did the kinds of carnal acts she performed, earning her more of their ‘gratitude’.



But farmers and ranchers only had so much to spend on their clandestine pleasures. Martina decided to head west to Fort Smith that was named after an Army fort that was there. She changed her name to a more American ‘Mary Freebird’ to sound more native. She found Fort Smith most welcoming, but the soldiers had even less money that than the men she was used to back in Paris and Subiaco. Since their lodging and food was provided, the Army didn’t have to pay them that well. She also found most of the soldiers were quite young and she was showing them things they could have never dreamed of doing sexually.



Rumor had it that in the town of Dardanelle just down the Arkansas River there was a riverport complete with a bridge across the river. The river crews made better money than the soldiers did and when they were in their boats, their food and quarters cost them nothing. Mary made her way there and set up a bar with the money she inherited from her parents. The bar made good money on its own, but Mary set up a side business in the backroom in a room she converted to her private bordello.

Mary was a tough young lady. Her life on the farm had taught her how to use a gun. She was very proficient with one and men knew not to test their luck against her.



Mary was also smart. She hired a bartender to handle business when she was busy with her other business. She also knew it was good to be friendly with the local law authorities. A free screw every once in awhile kept the sheriff and his deputy at arm’s length.



Things went well for Mary. She made more money than anyone thought she did and had very faithful patrons at her bar. But there was one thing she couldn’t get over. The men at Fort Smith were barely men at best and she missed the great fucks that taught her the enjoyable side of sex. That was until she found Gunner. Gunner was a stout black man that worked the docks owner by a northern shipping company. On his own he could grab a ship’s mooring line and haul a steamboat to its dock.

Gunner also knew how to have sex like Mary had never had it before.



Though Gunner pleased her enough, Arkansas was on the wrong side of the Civil War and things such as giving a black man a good job most white men couldn’t do drew a hidden hostility towards Mary. This was not just in the Confederate states. In the north, people prided themselves that they had ‘freed the slaves’, yet many northern states had laws that prevented mixed marriages and for years had deed restrictions that prevented sale of ‘white’ homes to people of color. This was depicted as late as the 1960s when Interstate highways reached the heart pf big cities and people moved in droves to newly accessible suburbs.

In Mary’s story, Sheriff Longschwanker and his deputy Randy Lympdick came to collect their ‘protection dues’ from Mary Freebird. Mary knew she had to screw them- it was an agreement they had that let her run her side business- but neither one could be considered anywhere near as good in bed as Gunner. But this time was different. Deputy Lympdick stuffed his cock in her mouth while Sheriff Longschwanker filled her ass with his hard member. ‘Wonder where they learned that’ Mary thought.



When they were done they tied Mary’s hands behind her back. Angrily Mary demanded “What the hell is going on?”

“We hear you’ve been fucking Gunner. That ain’t allowed ‘round here” the deputy says.

“So you screwed my ass and my mouth?” Mary asked. She jumps up with her hands still bound behind her back and yells “Let me tell you a secret. I’ve sucked Gunner’s tool and had him in my arse long before you thought of doing it in either place and neither of you come close to as good as he is!”



“Well then, we are going to take care of you running as illegal business” the sheriff says.

“My brothel? I screw you guys to stay out of the way. What are you going to do about it?”

Deputy Lympdick says “You don’t have a license to run a whorehouse. That’s stealing from the state. I’m afraid that’s a hanging offence.”

“WHAT? You are going to hang me for that?” Mary asked in disbelief.



Well, Sheriff Longschwanker really was going to hang Mary for fucking a black guy but that wouldn’t look good on her death certificate. He knew he could get away with hanging her for stealing from the state- it is as bad as bank robbery. As the men dragged Mary from her bar, fear gripped her gut. She had seen a man hanged once. It took a few minutes before he stopped kicking and she could tell he pissed in his jeans when he croaked. Mary was being taken to her hanging stark naked and she did not expect them to let her dress before she was hanged by her neck. ‘God damn it, they are going to hang me naked! These bastards want to see me pee when I am choking to death!’

 

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In the early 1890s it is only a short walk from Mary’s bar to the clearing near the Arkansas River where the sheriff plans to hang her. Dardanelle has only a couple hundred residents although the population fluctuates when steamboats are in town. Mary is familiar with the path she is being led down. She and Gunner had done their best to keep their trysts private. Not only was it the right thing to do in those times, but Mary also thoroughly loved having sex with Gunner surrounded by nature. She s if the site the sheriff picked was because he had been spying on her and Gunner’s lovemaking.

Around Mary, the birds were singing and the leaves rustled in the breeze. It would be a perfect day for making love with Gunner but her mind was preoccupied. Instead of going to make love, Mary is naked and bound being led to a suitable tree where she will be hanged for making to Gunner.

The sheriff and his deputy have iron grips on her bare arms as they lead her to her hanging. Behind them her bartender follows. He is there on official business. Stringing up Mary is not a lynching you see. It is county sanctioned execution and, as the pastor of the Dardanelle Church of the Gooey Death, he is there to give Mary her last rites before they pull her up and hang her by her neck.



The sheriff says “It ain’t like when you and that nigger come out here to screw your brains out. Instead of fuckin’ under your favorite tree, we’re gonna hang you from it.”

“You bastard, how long have you been spying on us” Mary asks.

“I didn’t. When you have friends in the Klan, they tell me who is taking care of niggers and how they are doing so.” the sheriff says proudly.

Suddenly, the bartender and preacher yells out “Praise the Lord, there’s the rope we are going to hang Miss Freebird with!”

Mary looks up and sees the thick rope with a noose tied on one end dangling from a tree. She cowers in the lawmen’s grip and cries out “you can’t hang me with that!”



The sheriff and deputy push her forward. Mary sees the owner of the Dardanelle Savings and Loan standing near the noose. She cries “Mr. Looper, I slept you- I even bank at your business- you can’t let them hang me!”



“Mary, you grew up from ‘round here” he says. “You should know better about who you are sleeping with. Sheriff, are you hanging this tramp or did I ride out here to look at the trees?”

Sheriff Longschwanker grabs Mary’s arm and pulls her to the noose. He calmly says “Let’s get this around your neck so we can hang you.”



With a panicked voice, Mary says “You can’t put that on me…”

 

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Mary’s hanging is going to happen. Although the sheriff and his friends neglected to have a trial for her, the lack of a license for her side business and the hidden income would have gotten her years in prison if she was not hanged. The real reason she is being hanged for having sex with a ‘colored guy’ is small issue. Mary is dragged to the noose by several men. She put up a hell of a fight not to let them put the rope around her neck.



Mary was no match for the men as she fought them naked with her arms bound behind her. The sheriff and the deputy held her steady while a man named Todd held the noose in front of her face. She glared at him and said “I have never seen you at the bar. You too poor by a drink?”



“I brew my own and I have never had to pay for pussy yet” he says as he slips the noose over her head.

The sheriff tightens the noose around her neck while his deputy steadies the knot.



Preacher Harley shouts out “That ain’t tight enough. She might fall and hurt herself when you hang her!”

“She’s putting up a good fight. We’ll get it so it chokes the life out of her” The sheriff yells back. “Just be patient”

Deputy Lympdick tightens the noose till Mary has no escape.



He turns to the preacher and asks “Is that tight enough?”

The preacher says “That will do it. The rope should kill her before she can fall and break a leg.”

The sheriff jiggles the rope around Mary’s neck while keeping a firm hold of her arm. With mock kindness he says “Hear that, Mary? This rope will hold you till you’re dead. You don’t have to worry about fallin’ and hurtin’ yourself.”

Deputy Lympdick manages to fondle Mary’s breast while she can do nothing to stop him. Was it at touch of sadness in his voice when he says “I’m gonna miss her when she’s gone. She was a hell of a good fuck.”



“Well, feel her up good ‘cause in a few minutes she won’t even notice your tit-grabs” the sheriff warns him.

The men back away leaving Mary standing bound and naked with the rough rope of the noose chaffing her neck. She closes her eyes and prays ‘Let this be quick. I don’t want to hear these dicks laughing at me while the noose kills me.’



Mary squeezes her legs together to keep from peeing when the banker Mr. Looper yells out “String her up. I still got to get back to town and close the bank…”

 

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Mary closes her eyes and prays ‘Let this be quick. I don’t want to hear these dicks laughing at me while the noose kills me.’



Mary squeezes her legs together to keep from peeing when the banker Mr. Looper yells out “String her up. I still got to get back to town and close the bank.”

A few men grab the rope and hoist Mary off the ground. The sensation of her body hanging by her neck is like nothing she has even experienced. Her screaming stops as rope presses against her neck and her feet sway freely in the air. She tries to grab the noose but the rope securing her hands denies that. Mary does not know her bladder released and a stream of her pee splatters over her thighs.



Mary hangs confused about what is happening to her. The weight of her body pulls the noose against her throat and the knot tilts her head to one side. She tries to take a breath and manages to inhale a small amount of air. Her face looks confused as she tries to sort what they have done to her.



A couple minutes after she was hanged, Mary is overwhelmed by the fact breathing is becoming more difficult. Her feet search for something to stand on but find only air around them. Her hands fight the rope binding them behind her with no more success than her feet are having. The noose was well-made and has barely tightened but her neck was not designed to hold the hundred pounds of her body hanging below it.

The deputy looks at Mary’s breasts bobbing at his eye-level. He calmly says “It’s a shame we only get to hang her once. She’s a damn good dancer!”



Mary’s eyes open in disbelief when she hears him.

Damn it, Lympdick, I am choking up here! You studip fuck, you are killing me!

Mary has been hanged over five minutes. She thinks she cannot breathe but she still can get some air. Her face contorts as she tries to inhale. It should have been deep breath by the noose does not allow that



After ten minutes of hanging by her neck, Mary is reduced to small involuntary jerks of her body. Deputy Lympdick says “Damn, I didn’t think she’d last this long. It is longer than I lasted when I fucked her.”



Sheriff Longschwanker looks up at Mary hanging by her neck utterly amazed his deputy could even get a hard-on to fuck her at all.

After fifteen minutes of hanging by her neck, Mary’s body thrashes in its last convulsions.



A few moments later her head droops with her chin just above her neck. Mary has been successfully hanged will not fuck another ‘colored guy’ again.



Mary is left hanging from the noose while the small group of men enjoy some of Todd’s moonshine celebrating Mary’s hanging. Those who had sex with her all agreed she hanged as good as she fucked.

An hour later and a few bottles of home brew later they cut Mary down. Deputy Lympdick looks down at her and asks “What are we going to do with her body? Do we just leave it here for the razorbacks to eat her?”



It was decided Mary had been a good lay and leaving her body for the wild boars to eat would be wrong. They buried her in the potter’s field section of the town’s cemetery.



To keep hanging Mary as legal as they could, they even put a sign over her grave. It read ‘Martina Vogelfrie’ though nobody knew who that was. They all knew her as ‘Mary Freebird’…

With thanks to Doom701 for the art in many of the manips...

 

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Not all the states and territories of the United States were too quick to accept that ‘separation of church and state clause. In the western town of Broken Wagon, Laura Barron supplemented her sewing and tailoring business with a side of pleasing gentleman customers in a small room behind the fitting room. Laura’s business boomed, as the finished product was always fitted to perfection. Perhaps the extra time she spent fitting the male customers was the key.

But Laura’s private business could not stay private. One man bragged to his friends how Laura had taken special care to measure him and was overheard by the waitress who couldn’t help to spread the word to her friends. It turns out the man was the town’s administrator, and his wife was more than a bit angry to hear about his special fitting session.

Laura was arrested for being an adulteress and tried for being a home wrecker. Laura should up for her trial, but the town’s barrister pointed out she even dressed as if she was whore.



Needless to say, Laura was found guilty and sentenced to be hanged so she could not ruin any more homes. She was brought to the town’s gallows where she would be executed. She wore a modest, neat dress with a loose white blouse in hopes of finding some sympathy. That did not work too well because as she stood on the gallows with a noose around her neck, the town’s preacher suggested to the sheriff to remove her blouse so everybody could see Broken Wagon was indeed hanging a woman convict.



Much to Laura’s embarrassment, she could feel the cool breeze stroking her bare breasts in those last moments before she was hanged. The men in the crowd cheered her exposed breasts and a few of the yelled out to hang the whore.

Since it was late in the day and it was customary to leave an executed convict hanged by his (or her, in this case) neck for an hour after they were hanged, the executioner wasted little time to pull the lever and open the trapdoor Laura stood on.

Being a smaller person than who were usually hanged in Broken Wagon, Laura thrashed and kicked wildly as she hanged by her neck.



Laura lasted well more than five minutes before the noose won its battle with her.

A group of women gathered around Laura’s hanged body. Many thought she put on a good show while she strangled hanging to death.



They all made signs of the cross over their chests when the preacher assured them it was the Lord’s work that took the harlot’s life while she was hanged.

A few years later, the Tulsa Daily Tribune carried an article on it front page about a woman card cheat that had been hanged the previous week in front of Jacksons Hotel the week prior.



The picture they ran of her hanging by her neck had been cleaned up by their staff artist. What really happened will be covered in a future chapter…

 

[TortureECT]

do some harem arab torture stories !!

 

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A few years later, the Tulsa Daily Tribune carried an article on it front page about a woman card cheat that had been hanged the previous week in front of Jacksons Hotel the week prior.



The picture they ran of her hanging by her neck had been cleaned up by their staff artist. Susan Milford was a woman in her early thirties who settled in a small town near Glenpool, Oklahoma. She was migrating from New York with a goal of settling in California, but her money ran out when she got that far. She got a job as a barmaid at a roadhouse that catered to ranchers and cowboys in the area. It was still a few years before the oil boom would change the area.

Working as a barmaid, Susan was able to watch the card games going on and knew she could beat most if not all the players. She convinced the owner to let her become a dealer with her receiving a cut of what she won. The owner figured she couldn’t win that much and agreed to her terms. By 1900 Susan bought out the owner for a quite generous amount. You see Susan learned to gamble while she was still in grade school. It did not hurt she wore outfits that would have run her off the streets if she wore them out there. It did not hurt her winning that her outfits barely covered her attractive body!



Having learned cards in New York, Susan had also learned to cheat playing them and was good at that too! Susan not only knew how to win hands but was skilled at hiding how she did so.

She took particular pride in beating a Mr. Walter Hardgrove, a very good card player that traveled all the way from Tulsa to gamble at the roadhouse. Back then, most of the roads weren’t paved so it was a long trip but he made it because gambling was illegal in most of the Oklahoma Territory. He often won against the regular players and always shouted out “Praise the Lord” when he won.

One evening Susan agreed to play him and soundly took every dollar he brought to play with. Susan felt sorry for him and took him to her bedroom to console him about his losses. This was second mistake Susan made that night.

In 1901 Oklahoma was still a territory and wouldn’t become the 46th state admitted to the Union until 1907. Part of the reason was there was a large Indian presence there and the U.S. had not threated the Native Americans too well up to then. Also Oklahoma did not have much in desired resources until the discovery of oil in 1905, after which it became a state two years later. Law and order was kept by U.S. Marshals and private security companies, usually hired by the railroads.

A few days later, a pair of security agents for Pinkerton came to the roadhouse and arrested Susan for running an illegal gambling house and a bordello. It turns out Mr. Walter Hardgrove was a major shareholder of the St. Louis and San Francisco Railroad and the pastor of Tulsa’s powerful Church of the Gooey Death in addition to being a clandestine card shark. He knew Susan had to cheat to beat him- after all, he was cheating at the same time and she still beat his ass- and he wanted revenge.

Susan was held in a dump of a jail awaiting her trial. Walter Hardgrove came to see her to find out how she beat him at cards. After some persuading, Susan told him all her tricks.



A few days later, Susan was tried for running an illegal gambling house, operating a house of ill repute, and desecrating sacred Indian land, which if the government did so it was rarely discussed but it was another charge against her. Susan appeared at her trial modestly dressed to show her innocence. It did not help she was wearing irons around her wrists and the prosecutor blatantly pointed out that the jurors should not be swayed by her looks.



His closing statements were “Don’t be confused by this woman’s appearance. Behind her modest attire is a woman how has sold her soul to Satan himself. I beg you to find her guilty and condemn her to be hanged by her neck for all her crimes- and of course desecrating Indian lands.”

The jury, most who had enjoyed more than a few adult beverages and played cards at the roadhouse, found her guilty of all charges. They weren’t sure she really was guilty, but her sentence would be a visit to the noose, and none of them had ever seen a woman hanged before and looked forward to her last dance as she hanged by her neck.

Susan was not marched out of the courtroom and hanged from the nearest tree. That part of Oklahoma grows more tumbleweed than it does suitable hanging trees. And while hanging criminals was not a daily event, there were enough of them they rarely got mentioned on a newspaper’s front page. But Susan’s hanging is different. There hadn’t been a woman hanged legally in the area that anyone could remember. People sent telegrams from as far away as Wisconsin wanting to see Susan’s hanging. And with his influence in the region, Mr.- sorry, the Reverend Walter Hardgrove convinced the authorities to hang Susan naked as she was born and donate her clothing to one of the local tribes. He figured no one would object to hanging Susan naked as long as her clothing was going to such a worthy case.

It would be a week and half before Susan would be hanged. There weren’t rules about how prisoners should be treated as there are now. One of the guards took a fancy to Susan and considered her his personal toy. He regularly enjoyed using Susan.



At least Susan could not say she was bored waiting in her cell waiting to be hanged with Bull’s seemingly unsatiable desires for her.

The sun lights up Susan’s cell as it rises in the east. She stares out the window at the changeless scenery. It is well past mid-morning, and she is quite hungry. Bull comes into her cell carrying a rope instead of her breakfast. Susan asks “Don’t I get something to eat today?”

Bull says “No need, it’s your hanging day. You won’t even digest it all before you’re hanging by your neck.”

He tosses her face-down on her bed and pulls her arms behind her back. As he begins to tie her wrists Susan fruitlessly protests “That’s not necessary. I won’t grab at the noose!”

As Bull ropes her hands behind her he says “They all say that. Have you ever been choked?”



“Not that I can remember” Susan replies.

“If you could talk when you are hanging, you’d agree with me” Bull says.

“Ow, that’s tight” Susan exclaims as he ties the knot.

“Has to be” Bull says. “Even a girl like you can be stronger than you’d expect when a rope is closing around your neck.”

Susan asks “Can I have my last request? I’d like a last fuck before you string me up… A regular one! Not how you do it!”

Bull is not one to turn down a request like that from a pretty woman. He flips her onto her back and stuffs his hard member between her legs. He actually makes sure to take his time until she comes.

Panting heavily, Susan asks “Does it hurt when you hang someone?”



“Never hurt me. But the person hanged has never complained when it was over, either” Bull says.

Bull pours a flood of semen into Susan and pulls his still-hard cock out of Susan. She sounds almost disappointed when she says “I guess you have to take me to be hanged.”

“Not yet” Bull replies. “You have to get screwed the right way before we hang you.”

He turns around and Susan feels his cock spread her buns and its head push against her anus.



She squeals as he fills her ass. As he fills her bowels he grunts “It’s the proper way to do a lady before you hang ‘em…”

 

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Susan squeals as his cock fills her ass. As he fills her bowels he grunts “It’s the proper way to do a lady before you hang ‘em.”

A Pinkerton officer shows up in uniform to escort Susan to her execution. He has all the latest law enforcement equipment including the latest revolver and a gun belt loaded with well-polished .45 bullets. Trying to ease the tension, he asks Susan how she is doing as if they were taking a walk through Central Park in NYC instead of heading for the gallows to hang her.

“My pussy and ass are full of the guard’s cum and my stomach is empty” Susan says.

“They didn’t give you your last breakfast” the Pinkerton man asks. “I’ll report this after your hanging is done.”

“I’ll still die hungry” Susan says unappreciatively.



The man lifts Susan onto a grey and white horse (remember this is 1901 and the Model T is still a few years off) to take her to the make-shift gallows. It is at the livery stable across the street from her bar and gambling house which still carries the former owner’s name on its facade. It is the only place around with a high enough beam to hang her from as it was built to lift hay into the stable. There is a good crowd standing around it. Rumor has it that papers as far away as Cleveland, Ohio ran stories about a woman being hanged in Oklahoma. One of the cowboys shouts out “Here comes the woman they are going to hang.”

Susan is less than amused and looks down at him and says “They tied my hands so if you plan to hang me, you are going to have to put the rope around my neck.”



The cowboy is all too happy to comply with her request. He pulls the thick rope over her head and tightens the coarse noose enough to hang Susan but not enough to restrict her breathing as she sits on the horse waiting to be hanged.

The Reverend Walter Hardgrove gives a rambling dissertation about the crimes Susan has been found guilty of committing and that ‘with the mercy of God’ she will be put to death ‘by a slow and agonizing hanging.’

Most of the onlookers say their quiet ‘amens’ except one cowhand that yells out “I only got an hour to see you hang her. You going to lunch her soon?”

He gets a nice round of applause.

Standing near the horse Susan sits on, a woman named Professor Moore is discussing Susan’s hanging with the well-dressed Pinkerton agent. She comments “I came from up north from the Woman’s College of the Virgin Martyrs to protest Miss Milford’s execution by I did not know she violated some Indian sacred ground.”

“I don’t understand all the traditions around that stuff but that’s what I hear” the Pinkerton man replies.

“Well, then she should be hanged if it was more than cheating at cards and running a whorehouse” Barbara exclaims. She looks up at the noose around Susan’s neck and says to the Pinkerton man “That’s a big rope. I am sure it will do its job, but will it hurt her?”



“It will kill her, but that Oklahoma hemp will have her wishing she was dead long before she is” the Pinkerton man assures Barb.

“So she’ll slowly choke to death? This I have to see” Barb says with her interest piqued.

As this happens, Susan Milford twitches on the horse. With her hands bound behind her, it looks like she is thrusting her breasts out in defiance. Her toes twitch on her bare feet spread wide by the saddle she sits on. Whether it’s nerves, anticipation, or an excitement, Susan feels the leather under her loins getting wet. She is half torn between ‘hang me now before I come’ and ‘wait till I come and you can do what ever the hell you want to me!’

Behind Susan a single shot is fired from a pistol. It starlets Susan and frightens the horse. The horse bolts from the noise and Susan’s ass rides up over the back of the saddle but swings over the horse’s rump. Her feet swing above the ground, but the noose keeps them from reaching it.



Susan sways above the ground with the noose pressing against her throat and her feet swinging in the air well above the ground. She is confused as to what happened to her. She wants to ask what did they do to her but nothing but spit and drool leaves her mouth.

Susan did not hear the loud cheers and lewd comments from the crowd. Her mind was a bit busy right now as she tried to reach the ground swaying beneath her feet. She wants to grab the noose pressing against her throat while at the same time she wants to touch and fondle her breasts bouncing below her chin. Bull had been right. Despite her strong tugs, the rope binding her hands does not yield.



My God, they are killing me! I cannot touch the rope though it is squeezing my neck. I want to come but I cannot reach down there. You bastards, are you happy what you have done to me?

Susan could feel the noose tighten around her neck. Each fiber of the coarse rope scratched against her skin as it closed. About ten minutes after she had been hanged, Susan’s fear of not being able to breathe becomes a reality.



Her stomach retracts but no air enters her lungs. She panics and kicks wildly as the noose strangles her. The crowd enjoys her frantic dance, not realizing Susan is desperately trying to inhale any air.

A few moments later, Susan’s kinking stops. A stream of urine runs down her legs and splatters on the ground.



One of the cowboys pokes her body but gets no response.



He says “I think she’s dead.”

Rev. Walter Hardgrove says “Leave her up there another hour to be sure. I don’t want to hang her twice if she’s not.”

Susan stared out at the countryside. Somewhere near by a train whistle could be heard but her gaze does not change.



Susan’s hanging has been completed. She won’t cheat at cards again.

 

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Susan Milford had been tied and found guilty of running an illegal gambling house, operating a house of ill repute, and desecrating sacred Indian land. She was condemned to death and was hanged from a horse’s back outside the livery stable near Glenpool in the Oklahoma Territory on Satrurday, July 6, 1901. A group of about fifty people had gathered to watch her execution. Most did not know what Susan was hanged for but had never seen a naked woman hanged before.

It took the noose over ten minutes to squeeze the life out of her and at the direction of the Rev. Walter Hardgrove she was left hanged by her neck for over an hour after she stopped kicking from the rope. People came up to look at her naked body dangling above them. Most of the men had never seen a woman from that angle while most of the women looked at her pussy and thought ‘how fun it would have been to run my tongue through that.’



A debate was held about what to do with her body. Some suggested digging a shallow grave and tossing her in it but one of the men named Tree argued she wasn’t a dead dog, and she should have a coffin like people get, even though she was hanged a criminal. He got some scrap wood and some nails and built a box that would pass as a casket. Susan was cut down and her body was unceremoniously tossed in it.



But Rev. Hardgrove was not finished getting his revenge on Susan. He had the box with her naked body in it propped against a wall of the stable. He left the noose around her neck so there was question about how she died.



To protect his reputation, he paid a couple farm hands to bury Susan, the woman he was instrumental in having hanged.

A few years after Susan was hanged, oil was found in Glenpool and soon thereafter, Oklahoma became the 46th state. The area had a ‘population explosion’ as people rush there hoping to get lucky and strike it rich. One of the newcomers was a Miss Rosalyn Roundmound who settled in the small town of Hooker in the state’s panhandle



She opened a bakery shop that catered to the railroad crews and travelers that stopped in Hooker. She did quite well until the Dust-bowl hit. This would cause her trouble as the bakery business tanked. She had to find a source of income. She did, but it wouldn’t find her many friends from the women of Hooker as we will see…

 

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Rosalyn Roundmound settled in Hooker, Oklahoma in the early 1920s. She was the daughter of a baker in St. Louis, Missouri and could have inherited the family business but wanted more out of running a bakery. She ended up running out of travel cash when she got to Hooker and ended up opening a bakery there since that was the only skill she knew.

Rosalyn found that the cattle ranchers enjoyed her goods and the Chicago, Rock Island and Pacific Railway had an overnight stop there and the passengers would stock up for their long trip to Dallas, Texas. She found business was rather good and only got better when the Beaver, Meade and Englewood Railroad tracks came to town in the 1920s.

Winters on the plains could be cold and the summers were definitely warm, but her male customers seemed to approve when she dressed for the heat.



But in the 1930s, the Dustbowl hit. Rosalyn’s business fell on hard times as the demand for hot pies and bakeries fell out dramatically. Rosalyn had to find new income or join the Oklahomans heading for the west coast. Fortunately Rosalyn was still a woman in her prime and soon found men would still come to her store for things other than bakeries.



While this made the store still profitable, in a town the size of Hooker rumors get around, no matter how discreet Rosalyn tried to be. One day the sheriff of Texas County came by to get Rosalyn’s other goods. He paid her his usual sum then said he had to arrest her. Rosalyn asked “You were not happy with my services?”



“It isn’t that” Sheriff Tree said. “The women have complained to the county commissioner about you running another business besides the bakery.”

Rosalyn should have known that would happen since she was making more money on her side business than she ever did with bakery.

Rosalyn was arrested and the county commissioner hired a fancy lawyer to handle her prosecution. He even pulled off a fast move by having the jurors all be women, something that had never been done before in the state.



The jurors came to a unanimous decision that Rosalyn was guilty of theft by fornication devious deception and should receive the maximum penalty of death by hanging in what was called Hooker’s town square. Although it was Tuesday afternoon when the women reached their verdict, the mayor of Hooker asked the judge to delay her hanging until Saturday evening so the last passenger train would have left town and the town’s visitors would be on their way elsewhere when Rosalyn was hanged. The judge granted the mayor’s request, both from a public relations point of view but also Hooker did not have a gallows to hang Rosalyn from.

Sheriff Tree built make-shift gallows so Rosalyn could be hanged properly instead of from some warehouse rafters. He even agreed to loan his flatbed International truck to hang her from instead of hanging her from a horse’s back. He even smuggled gave Rosalyn a bag of his Madame Wu cigarettes to pass the time with.



After all, Rosalyn had been the best lay he ever had and she always gave him her sheriff’s discount.

Saturday came and the mayor came for Rosalyn. He looked at her naked body and got that desire he always had when they were alone together. Rosalyn and the mayor made passionate love for the last time. When they were finished the mayor said it was time for Rosalyn to be hanged. Rosalyn meekly protested saying she shouldn’t be put to death for screwing some guys that weren’t getting enough at home. She asked
“Couldn’t I be shot by a firing squad? It would be quicker and I’d be just as dead?”



The mayor says “Regretfully, you have been sentenced to be hanged to death. I want you to know I had nothing to do with that.”

Resigned Rosalyn says “I know you didn’t. I guess I better get dressed so I look my best when I am hanging by my neck.”



The mayor sheepishly replies “You are going to be hanged naked. The Daughters of the Confederacy petitioned the Texas County commissioners to hang you that way.”

“And they agreed” Rosalyn says in disbelief.

“Not only did they agree, but they also made the trip from Guymon just to watch your naked ass swinging from the noose…”

 

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Late in the afternoon Rosalyn is brought to the only street to be hanged. She walks from the make-shift jail down the gravel street by Sheriff Tree to the crude gallows he built to hang her. There was a group of women walking with Tree and Rosalyn that had nothing kind to say to or about Rosalyn. Tree could not believe there were women like these in the country.



In front of mostly the town’s women the mayor helped Rosalyn onto the back of the truck. A small black man from U.S. Department of Penal Corrections put the noose around her neck. Rosalyn glared at him and asks “Are you enjoying putting the rope around my neck?”



He enthusiastically says “Yes ma’am. You see, after the Civil War a bunch of Southerners hanged my grandpappy. You know what his crime was?”

Rosalyn shakes her head and he exclaims “They lynched him because he was a negro! So I get excited when I get to hang a white folk and I never got to hang a white woman before!”

“I had nothing to do with hanging your grandfather” Rosalyn says.

“Neither did he other than being on the wrong end of the rope” the man says no longer trying to hide his anger.

The mayor could hardly believe the jeers coming from the spectators. They were yelling “String her up” and “Hang the bitch” and that was coming from the town’s women!



The mayor gently grabs Rosilyn’s bare hips and as politely as he could “They can yell what they want. It is that ‘free speech’ thing.”

He said “I got to drive the truck. You hang in there.”

Rosalyn looked up at the other end of rope and thought ‘Where the hell do you think I’d go?’



The mayor started the truck and as its wood floor rattled under Rosalyn’s feet. She turned to ask him not to hang her...



… but he would never hear her as the gears grinds and the truck jerked from under her feet.

Rosalyn swings free of the truck’s bed. A terrible pain grips her throat as her body pulls at the noose around her neck. For almost five agonizing minutes the rough rope tightens cutting off her breathing. She puts a final flurry as the rope cuts off her airway.



After six minutes, Rosalyn was reduced to involuntary jerks and shakes before she became still.



The women standing around Rosalyn looked saddened. One of them asks “Is she dead already?”

One of the others angrily says “I think so. I hoped it would take longer for her to kick the bucket.”

The old owner of the roadhouse, and now the owner again, says “The show is over. They done hanged Rosalyn to death. Free drinks at the bar for all that watched her get hanged.”

The couple dozen people head to the bar leaving Rosalyn hanged by her neck.



Sheriff Tree hired a couple of kids to dig a grave to put her in. Rosalyn was the last woman hanged in public in Oklahoma. After it became a state, prisoners were executed in the state’s prison using the electric chair.

This would conclude this tale except that a professor from the University of the Virgin Martyrs would discover that capital punishment was still being used in the country of Brampton a hundred years after Rosalyn was hanged. Professor Moore was determined to stop this travesty of justice as, in her own words, “…even if it kills me!”

 

[Barbaria1]

Professor Moore was determined to stop this travesty of justice as, in her own words, “…even if it kills me!”

And I suspect it undoubtedly will

 

[thehangingtree]

In the hundred years after Rosalyn Rosemound was the last person legally hanged in public; executions have taken some different turns. They are no longer affairs where anyone can watch the condemned be put to death though a legal number of witnesses must still be present to witness the executions. And by the time Rosalyn was hanged, the electric chair and the gas chamber had already been invented, supposedly more humane ways to execute someone. And later the use of lethal injection would be used. Tree thinks killing someone nicely kind of contradicts the idea of executing them for the crimes they had been convicted of. Can someone tell me how putting someone before a firing squad was less humane.



Large caliber slugs from rifles at close range were certainly quick and efficient.



But someone decided it put too much strain on the guys in the squad even though one of them was shooting a blank at the criminal. Also there were some that thought the bullet holes in the executed person could have caused them mental anguish, though none of the executed people even complained.



All this brings us to the early 2030s. Barbara Moore is a famous professor at the University of the Virgin Martyrs who has also become renown as the author of her series of books condemning the persecution of women through both legal and religious means currently and throughout history.



Her books made her quite wealthy though it is questioned whether intellects or perverts were buying them for her graphic descriptions of women’s executions throughout history.

Whether you agree with her books or not, Barbara worked hard to find these ‘travesties of justice’.



Her research became much easier once she found an obscure web site run by a man named Spike Sharp called ‘The Crux Chronicle’. She may not approve of his means but he always found and documented women being executed around the world.



Fortunately, he billed access to his site as ‘Miscellaneous Expenses’ allowing Barbara to write off its expense to the university without having to document what the $49.99 was for.

One day while Barbara was doing research she came across a disturbing story.



Somewhere in a place called Brampton, a pair of women had been arrested for speeding and were tried and convicted and sentenced to death by hanging.



Common sense told Barbara not to watch their executions but in the name of research she sat through their hangings…

 

[Barbaria1]

ll this brings us to the early 2030s. Barbara Moore is a famous professor at the University of the Virgin Martyrs who has also become renown as the author of her series of books condemning the persecution of women through both legal and religious means currently and throughout history.

You neglected to mention that I’m currently in the running for a Nobel Prize.

Her books made her quite wealthy though it is questioned whether intellects or perverts were buying them for her graphic descriptions of women’s executions throughout history.

Who cares who buys them? As Werner Von Braun reportedly said, “wunce the tickets take off who cares ver they come down. That’s not me department.”

Whether you agree with her books or not, Barbara worked hard to find these ‘travesties of justice’.

Can’t believe the university is too cheap to buy me a new monitor screen!

Her research became much easier once she found an obscure web site run by a man named Spike Sharp called ‘The Crux Chronicle’. She may not approve of his means but he always found and documented women being executed around the world.

Spike is certainly a swell guy

Fortunately, he billed access to his site as ‘Miscellaneous Expenses’ allowing Barbara to write off its expense to the university without having to document what the $49.99 was

See what I mean?

One day while Barbara was doing research she came across a disturbing story.

And Tree will soon tell us exactly and graphically what disturbing story that is!

 

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Jeanne Wolff had been caught excessively exceeding the speed limit and being a reckless endangerment and was sentenced to death. Even in Brampton by the 2030s, condemned prisoners are hanged behind the racket ball courts in the city’s park so the prisoners twisting naked from their nooses don’t distract passing drivers.

Her friend Sandy Kaiser would not have been condemned to hang except she had an ounce of marijuana on her and did not buy a visitor’s pass to have it. Since she did not have a pass, she was accused of being a dealer and thus sentenced to join her friend dangling to death by the pair of nooses waiting for their necks.

The protocols for hanging prisoners in Brampton include executing them naked. After they are hanged, they don’t have much use for clothes plus they can be donated to needy families in Brampton. As Jeanne and Sandy stand breasts-to-breasts having their wrists tied behind their backs, Jeanne says “I never heard of getting more than a fine for speeding!”

Sandy joins in and complains “Where I come from, they never hanged people ‘cause they smoked pot!”



As the ropes are knotted tight around their wrists, one of the men says “Perhaps you should get to know our laws better if you could come again.”

Jeanne and Sandy were brought out to the gallows. Both of them protested they weren’t wearing any clothing, and Brampton could not hang citizens of another country. Jeanne went silent as the noose was placed around her neck and Sandy whimpered “You can’t hang me for smoking pot.”

The hangman tightened the noose around her neck and said “Just watch me.”



Back at her apartment on the University of the Virgin Martyrs campus, Barbara lies on the floor and says “They really are going to hang those girls!”



A spokeswoman reads the charges against Jeanne and Sandy closing her remarks with “…and Sandy Kaiser and Jeanne Wolff will be hanged by their necks until the they are dead.”

Sandy screams out “You can’t hang me for this!” …



…as Jeanne pees her last before she is hanged.

The hangman pulls the level releasing the trapdoor Jeanne and Sandy are standing on. The heavy wood beams aided by the weight of the women standing on them falls away.

Both women spit as they try to scream but cannot. The drop is about a meter, enough to keep them from saying anything but not enough to close their throats. The two women begin their frantic dances as they try to escape the ropes around their necks.



All their thrashing does is tighten the rough ropes around their throats. From the gallows’ deck, the Director of Penal Executions Joan Tree watches the women’s fruitless flailing as they dangle from their nooses. Jeanne quits jerking just after five minutes. It takes almost ten minutes for Sandy to succumb to hers. Joan says softly “You’d have won the prize for lasting longest, Sandy. Too bad we don't have one for dead women.”



The women are left hanged for an hour supposedly to make sure they are indeed dead but also because Spike Sharp pays extra if they are left hanged by their necks. The sanitation engineer climbs onto the gallows and comments “They put on a hell of a show. It’s a pity you can’t thank ‘em once they are dead.”



Meanwhile back at Barbara’s apartment, she has heard the announcer saying that Jeanne’s and Sandy’s hangings happened last week and at six o’clock local time there would be live coverage of Denise Morgan’s execution. Barb does not know what time it is in Brampton but gets the idea another woman will soon have her date with the noose. She plays Jeanne’s and Sandy’s hanging again. This time she is naked and at her desk. Though she claims to abhor the hanging of the women, she does her best to make sure she climaxes as she watches them hanged for the second time.



Breathlessly she says “I’ve got to talk to the chancellor and get a trip to Brampton- wherever that is- and put a stop to this!”