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Barb In The Old West
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LittleSiss
Sorceress
...I try, Siss...
but some times it's...
'oh, Moe, it hurts... It hurts!!!'
'What's the matter, kid?'
'I'm trying to think but nothing's happening...'
Tree
but some times it's...
'oh, Moe, it hurts... It hurts!!!'
'What's the matter, kid?'
'I'm trying to think but nothing's happening...'
Tree
LittleSiss
Sorceress
'Thanks, Moe, I will!!!'
Tree
'Yeah, that is better....'
Tree
'Yeah, that is better....'
He ran his fingers up her thigh and slipped them into her pussy. He found it warm and wet. He licked his fingers and said “So that’s what pussy tastes like!”
The leader shook his head and said “That’s what hanged pussy tastes like, you dumb-ass. She pissed herself…”
Could be because you took away my panties...what did you expect?
Really Barb, would you not have peed if you had panties on???
Tree
Tree
Good point, but at least it would not have been so embarrassing a sight when the horse pulled away...see the pic? See what i mean? Geeze
I was going to do this as a separate thread but thought 'what the hell' so I will call this 'Part 2'...
The bandits were hardly done. They went back in to town to round up the ‘working ladies’ from the second floor brothel. They each took a room. One burst into the room of the woman called Roxie. She looked up from her bed at the man wearing a bandana over his face. She was annoyed that he did not knock but not concerned about his masked face; lots of customers don’t want their faces seen. He told her to stand and face the bed. She did and he began to tie her wrists behind her back. She said “It’s extra for rough stuff, you know.”
“I’m sure we can work it out” he said as he worked the ropes.
Roxie actually liked the rough stuff but those were the house rules. He shoved her face first on the bed with her legs hanging off the side. He unbuttoned his fly and kicked her legs apart which was the end of his ‘foreplay’. He rammed his thick cock into her pussy and fucked her hard. It didn’t take him long to cum and after wiping his shaft off with the sheet he grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the room and down the hall. Roxie demanded what was he was doing and he growled “You’ll see soon enough!”
And so she did! Already on the road was most of the town folk gathered by the gallows where three empty nooses swung in the light breeze. Beneath the nooses were three empty stools. Two of the other ladies were there ahead of Roxie with their wrists bound as hers were. Blaire was standing quietly with fear in her eyes and Siss was giving a lesson in cursing.
To call it a ‘gallows’ is being kind. It was a simple structure consisting of two uprights with a cross beam. The town was too cheap to build a real one but to date no one had survived a hanging from it.
“What the hell is going on?” Roxie asked Siss.
“What does it look like?”
“Come on, we don’t have all day” one of the men said and in a moment they had Roxie up on the stool and the noose about her neck.
Blaire dropped to her knees and peed as discretely as possible as Siss was moved to the second stool. When she finished she looked up at the man holding a handful of her hair and asked “Why are you doing this to us?”
“Consider it a shift-change at the brothel” he said as Siss was forced onto her stool and the noose placed around her neck.
It wasn’t long before all three were mounted on the stools, noosed, and ready to hang. They stood on display in various forms of undress above the town folk while the charlatan town preacher invocated that their hanging would simple eradicate them from earth but their sins would still deliver the ladies to the inferno of Hell. All the while Siss called out all the names of the men watching that she had bedded and told what pathetic ‘lays’ they had been while Roxie fidgeted on her stool trying desperately not to pee.
When the Reverend Lynch led the mob in singing “Shall We Gather at the River” Siss said “I hate this damn song when it is well sung and it’s being massacred now!”
“Sort of appropriate- they’re about to massacre us. I’m only thankful some of us aren’t here” Blaire observed.
“Madame Messaline is going to have these guys shot when she finds out about this!” Siss said.
“That isn’t going to do us much good” Roxie replied. “Damn I have to pee!”
“Then just piss” Siss said. “I’m thinking about taking one myself.”
“I can’t” Roxie said.
“You will” Siss replied.
Then the Reverend announced “We are about to begin. The saloon will reopen five minutes after the last one stops kicking.”
“Oh, shit” Roxie hissed as her bladder let loose. Pee splattered on her feet and the front of the stool as she felt it move when a man put his foot against the back of the seat that she stood on. She cried “Please don’t do…Awwk!”
She was hanged! Blaire whispered a prayer while Siss peed and yelled “Fuck you all; I did!”
Then her stool was kick from beneath her feet.
Behind Blaire the man reached for the stool on which she stood. Within a minute all three swung from the nooses.
The trio did an admirable dance from their ropes… well, if you were watching the hanging. The ladies thought the agony would never end.
The nooses had been well made and set in a way that would have made The Hanging Tree proud. The nooses were slow to close and placed only tight enough their heads wouldn’t slip out when they were dropped.
Amazingly, the crowd was getting bored when Blaire was still kicking at ten minutes…
END PART 2
Tree
...same poser artist as above...
The bandits were hardly done. They went back in to town to round up the ‘working ladies’ from the second floor brothel. They each took a room. One burst into the room of the woman called Roxie. She looked up from her bed at the man wearing a bandana over his face. She was annoyed that he did not knock but not concerned about his masked face; lots of customers don’t want their faces seen. He told her to stand and face the bed. She did and he began to tie her wrists behind her back. She said “It’s extra for rough stuff, you know.”
“I’m sure we can work it out” he said as he worked the ropes.
Roxie actually liked the rough stuff but those were the house rules. He shoved her face first on the bed with her legs hanging off the side. He unbuttoned his fly and kicked her legs apart which was the end of his ‘foreplay’. He rammed his thick cock into her pussy and fucked her hard. It didn’t take him long to cum and after wiping his shaft off with the sheet he grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the room and down the hall. Roxie demanded what was he was doing and he growled “You’ll see soon enough!”
And so she did! Already on the road was most of the town folk gathered by the gallows where three empty nooses swung in the light breeze. Beneath the nooses were three empty stools. Two of the other ladies were there ahead of Roxie with their wrists bound as hers were. Blaire was standing quietly with fear in her eyes and Siss was giving a lesson in cursing.
To call it a ‘gallows’ is being kind. It was a simple structure consisting of two uprights with a cross beam. The town was too cheap to build a real one but to date no one had survived a hanging from it.
“What the hell is going on?” Roxie asked Siss.
“What does it look like?”
“Come on, we don’t have all day” one of the men said and in a moment they had Roxie up on the stool and the noose about her neck.
Blaire dropped to her knees and peed as discretely as possible as Siss was moved to the second stool. When she finished she looked up at the man holding a handful of her hair and asked “Why are you doing this to us?”
“Consider it a shift-change at the brothel” he said as Siss was forced onto her stool and the noose placed around her neck.
It wasn’t long before all three were mounted on the stools, noosed, and ready to hang. They stood on display in various forms of undress above the town folk while the charlatan town preacher invocated that their hanging would simple eradicate them from earth but their sins would still deliver the ladies to the inferno of Hell. All the while Siss called out all the names of the men watching that she had bedded and told what pathetic ‘lays’ they had been while Roxie fidgeted on her stool trying desperately not to pee.
When the Reverend Lynch led the mob in singing “Shall We Gather at the River” Siss said “I hate this damn song when it is well sung and it’s being massacred now!”
“Sort of appropriate- they’re about to massacre us. I’m only thankful some of us aren’t here” Blaire observed.
“Madame Messaline is going to have these guys shot when she finds out about this!” Siss said.
“That isn’t going to do us much good” Roxie replied. “Damn I have to pee!”
“Then just piss” Siss said. “I’m thinking about taking one myself.”
“I can’t” Roxie said.
“You will” Siss replied.
Then the Reverend announced “We are about to begin. The saloon will reopen five minutes after the last one stops kicking.”
“Oh, shit” Roxie hissed as her bladder let loose. Pee splattered on her feet and the front of the stool as she felt it move when a man put his foot against the back of the seat that she stood on. She cried “Please don’t do…Awwk!”
She was hanged! Blaire whispered a prayer while Siss peed and yelled “Fuck you all; I did!”
Then her stool was kick from beneath her feet.
Behind Blaire the man reached for the stool on which she stood. Within a minute all three swung from the nooses.
The trio did an admirable dance from their ropes… well, if you were watching the hanging. The ladies thought the agony would never end.
The nooses had been well made and set in a way that would have made The Hanging Tree proud. The nooses were slow to close and placed only tight enough their heads wouldn’t slip out when they were dropped.
Amazingly, the crowd was getting bored when Blaire was still kicking at ten minutes…
END PART 2
Tree
...same poser artist as above...
Quiet Paul
Tribune
Great story, again Tree, plus wonderful images
That was fun! Great dialogue and illustrations Tree.
I think you managed to capture Siss at her snarky, irreverent, "don't mess with me" best!!!
Final chapter…
Siss’ threat that Madame Messaline would have them shot never materialized. It is not because she would not have wanted to nor that she was not influential enough to have it done as she was the most powerful west of Kansas City. No, it was because the scoundrels that lynched her girls rode out to her ranch where her lucrative lumber business was and captured her. They tied her wrists set a noose around her neck, and put her on a horse. As she sat in the saddle fearfully waiting to hang she asked “Why are you doing this? Who are you?”
“This town isn’t big enough for the two of us. I’m taking it over” one of the men said in a distinct British accent as he pulled his bandana down.
“O, mon Dieu, Sir Wragg, but why? I thought you loved me!”
“You were most entertaining. I never had my cock done with such a fine French lick” Sir Wragg replied. “This is business, Messa, and one can’t mix business with pleasure.”
“What will become of my girls? They will not work for you when they find what you have done!”
“I already took care of your girls. I hanged them just as I am going to hang you!”
“You bastard, Wragg” Messa cried. Then she said “And how do you plan to run a brothel without women? Are you going to take in your ass?”
“How revolting a thought, Messa” Sir Wragg exclaimed. “Not that you will be alive to see them, I have an agreement with the warden of the women’s penitentiary in Leavenworth, Kansas to ship me young prisoners. The women have a choice of ten to fifteen years of hard labor in that god-forsaken prison or ten years with their legs spread in this lovely place. The first are due to arrive today.”
“But enough talk, Messa; it is time for you to hang!” and with that one of Wragg’s men swatted the horse. As the noose jerked Messa from the saddle one of her feet was caught in the stirrup and when it finally released Messa was sent swinging in wide arcs and twirling from the rope.
As with Barb, Blaire, and Siss Messa thrashed wildly trying to escape the noose and free her wrists. She was no more successful than they had been. As she struggled her torn clothing fell from her body to the delight of the men watching. One fine Parisian shoe then the other flew from her feet leaving her dressed only in the ropes that would kill her.
It would take almost a quarter hour for the noose to do its job. Messa’s lifeless body was left hanging from the noose for some wild critters to ‘dispose’ of.
The men would ride to a ranch where one of Messa’s girls was known to go to on her time off. Sure enough, they found Dorothy looking for the bull. They strung her up too but she died happy as they fulfilled her last wish and all three of them shagged her before they hanged her.
Unaware of what had happened to her friends and Madame Messaline, Velut returned to town. Wragg and his henchmen, now in charge dispensed with their bandanas when they lynched her, going so far as to have their picture take while she sat tearfully on the horse…
They left her body hanging from the noose until the next day. A stranger rode into town and stopped by Velut’s lifeless body. On his hatband was a brass medallion that said “THT”. He looked at the ground beneath her where dust and flies covered where her incontinence fell and realized she had been hanged some time ago.
He walked into the saloon and ordered a whisky. He asked who was in charge around the town and was told that would be Sir Wragg. He asked to see him but the bartender explain he was busy at the moment but would let him know when he was available.
In the cellar of the saloon Sir Wragg was inspecting his newest possession. He said to her “You are a pretty little thing. How dangerous could you be?”
“Not very” she said.
“What is your name and why were you sentenced to hang?"
“I am PKin and I cut a man that raped me.”
“And they were going to hang you for that?”
“I cut his gonads off and watched him bleed to death.”
“Oh” Sir Wragg said…
Tree
...yeah there will be an epilog...
...isn't there always???
Siss’ threat that Madame Messaline would have them shot never materialized. It is not because she would not have wanted to nor that she was not influential enough to have it done as she was the most powerful west of Kansas City. No, it was because the scoundrels that lynched her girls rode out to her ranch where her lucrative lumber business was and captured her. They tied her wrists set a noose around her neck, and put her on a horse. As she sat in the saddle fearfully waiting to hang she asked “Why are you doing this? Who are you?”
“This town isn’t big enough for the two of us. I’m taking it over” one of the men said in a distinct British accent as he pulled his bandana down.
“O, mon Dieu, Sir Wragg, but why? I thought you loved me!”
“You were most entertaining. I never had my cock done with such a fine French lick” Sir Wragg replied. “This is business, Messa, and one can’t mix business with pleasure.”
“What will become of my girls? They will not work for you when they find what you have done!”
“I already took care of your girls. I hanged them just as I am going to hang you!”
“You bastard, Wragg” Messa cried. Then she said “And how do you plan to run a brothel without women? Are you going to take in your ass?”
“How revolting a thought, Messa” Sir Wragg exclaimed. “Not that you will be alive to see them, I have an agreement with the warden of the women’s penitentiary in Leavenworth, Kansas to ship me young prisoners. The women have a choice of ten to fifteen years of hard labor in that god-forsaken prison or ten years with their legs spread in this lovely place. The first are due to arrive today.”
“But enough talk, Messa; it is time for you to hang!” and with that one of Wragg’s men swatted the horse. As the noose jerked Messa from the saddle one of her feet was caught in the stirrup and when it finally released Messa was sent swinging in wide arcs and twirling from the rope.
As with Barb, Blaire, and Siss Messa thrashed wildly trying to escape the noose and free her wrists. She was no more successful than they had been. As she struggled her torn clothing fell from her body to the delight of the men watching. One fine Parisian shoe then the other flew from her feet leaving her dressed only in the ropes that would kill her.
It would take almost a quarter hour for the noose to do its job. Messa’s lifeless body was left hanging from the noose for some wild critters to ‘dispose’ of.
The men would ride to a ranch where one of Messa’s girls was known to go to on her time off. Sure enough, they found Dorothy looking for the bull. They strung her up too but she died happy as they fulfilled her last wish and all three of them shagged her before they hanged her.
Unaware of what had happened to her friends and Madame Messaline, Velut returned to town. Wragg and his henchmen, now in charge dispensed with their bandanas when they lynched her, going so far as to have their picture take while she sat tearfully on the horse…
They left her body hanging from the noose until the next day. A stranger rode into town and stopped by Velut’s lifeless body. On his hatband was a brass medallion that said “THT”. He looked at the ground beneath her where dust and flies covered where her incontinence fell and realized she had been hanged some time ago.
He walked into the saloon and ordered a whisky. He asked who was in charge around the town and was told that would be Sir Wragg. He asked to see him but the bartender explain he was busy at the moment but would let him know when he was available.
In the cellar of the saloon Sir Wragg was inspecting his newest possession. He said to her “You are a pretty little thing. How dangerous could you be?”
“Not very” she said.
“What is your name and why were you sentenced to hang?"
“I am PKin and I cut a man that raped me.”
“And they were going to hang you for that?”
“I cut his gonads off and watched him bleed to death.”
“Oh” Sir Wragg said…
Tree
...yeah there will be an epilog...
...isn't there always???
LittleSiss
Sorceress
I would have said, 'You should have went before we left"That was fun! Great dialogue and illustrations Tree.
I think you managed to capture Siss at her snarky, irreverent, "don't mess with me" best!!!
but ... yeah .... my snark.
Hondoboot2
QUAESTOR PULCHRITUDINIS
I have a funny feeling Sir Wragg is going to find out that it is not a good idea to ask a pretty woman, "how dangerous can you be?".
Great story telling Tree.
I like your choices of images that you use for the story. Well done.
. Great story telling Tree.
I like your choices of images that you use for the story. Well done.
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And I thought you were going to say ....
Can't imagine what the epilog could possibly be, Tree, since you have hung everyone I know
LittleSiss
Sorceress
Square dance!
It's Saturday night!!!
It's Saturday night!!!
Square dance!
It's Saturday night!!!
Siss is in a mood ....
Grab your partner....doe-se-doe 
And I thought you were going to say ....View attachment 168566
Can't imagine what the epilog could possibly be, Tree, since you have hung everyone I know
...except Wragg
