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Hanging the Heretic

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Oct 19 '17 by riwa)
 
A few oldies and some new

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Dottie’s horse hanging

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© 2014 (written Jan 29 ’14 by riwa)

(Vidcaps are from an old Rue Morgue clip and are for illustration purposes only.)
 
One of this crux perv's favorite artists is Fnhsr, and a word that comes to mind to describe his style is "lyrical." Same for this Runaway dude.
 

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

A number of hanging artists did catch my eye, though. Among them this cartoonist who I never could quite decide if I liked or disliked. Unfortunately I've forgotten his name. Anybody?
 

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

A number of hanging artists did catch my eye, though. Among them this cartoonist who I never could quite decide if I liked or disliked. Unfortunately I've forgotten his name. Anybody?
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I know the art but the name of the cartoonist escapes me

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

Or not. ;)

And now three more conflations, this time of two more closely related kinks. Artist unknown.
 

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

A number of hanging artists did catch my eye, though. Among them this cartoonist who I never could quite decide if I liked or disliked. Unfortunately I've forgotten his name. Anybody?

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

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

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

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

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Oh yeah, the Captain.

One of his trademarks were the guys with shit-eating grins and erections. Pic #3 is interesting in that it features girls with shit-eating grins, one with a dildo in hand. The artist is reaching for gender equality, in keeping with the times. ;)

I re-upped at Dark Spot, but have run into "issues" with downloads and uploads. If I clear that up, I might resume proselytizing there for crux.
 
One of the features common to hanging and crux is The Dance. The steps are different, but both are highly prized/a huge part of what gets the pervs off.

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

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

Compare and contrast. ;)
 

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

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

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

Compare and contrast. ;)

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

Some by Rov, number 4 offers a different perspective

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