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This one has been posted here before, but you may have missed it, Apostate. It's incredibly well done, based (loosely) on a scene in Mark Twain's "A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court". Enjoy...

I know she was, Windar, because I posted her. Wondered if she was part of a series. And about her "provenance." Who did that pic?

And alas and dammit, that attachment won't play on my ancient iPad. What version of Connecticut Yankee is it from?
 
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Some years ago developed I a liking for Gallows Girl Amy. This crux perv didn't commission a hanging/crucifixion mashup, but she made one anyway. Like unto a surprise gift.

Thanks, Amy.
Lots. :very_hot:
 

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Some years ago developed I a liking for Gallows Girl Amy. This crux perv didn't commission a hanging/crucifixion mashup, but she made one anyway. Like unto a surprise gift.

Thanks, Amy.
Lots. :very_hot:

Yes, that one is pretty good, and a nice backstory too
 
Teri and the Elves
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Teri was doing her Christmas shopping at the mall when she passed by the big Christmas display. Elves were busy putting up decorations… or at least they looked like elves. They weren’t very big, but they sure looked cute.

A couple of them were passing out cards for Santa’s hours for the kiddies. One smiled as he put one in Teri’s hand. “I’m betting Santa would like to see you,” he told her.

“Oh, I don’t have any kids,” Teri replied with a smile, handing it back.

“I wasn’t thinking about the kids. I was thinking Santa would like to see you.”

“Oh really? What would he like to see?”

“I think he’d like to find out if you’re naughty or nice.”

“Oh, I can be very naughty.”

“Is that so? Santa might be interested. How’d you like to become an elf?”

“What are the benefits?”

“Oh, I think Santa could put much more than coal in your stocking, if you know what I mean.”

“That sounds like it might be fun.”

“You know, before you meet Santa you’ll have to pass through a rigorous screening process in order to become an elf.”

“Screening process?”

“Oh yes. You see me and the guys would have to inspect every inch of you to make sure you would be appropriate to display before Santa.”

“Inspect? Display?”

“Of course, honey. Elves have needs too, you know. I’d just love to bury my face into those tits of yours.”

“Why you fucking pervert! I should report you to Santa right now!”

“Why; what’s the problem? I thought you were a slut! You sure were acting like a slut.”

“I sure as hell wasn’t!”

“What? You mean you wouldn’t want to find out what it’s like to be fucked by an elf before you move on to the main event?”

“You asshole!” and she slapped him hard. It caught him by surprise, making him take a tumble onto the floor.

He angrily got to his feet and faced her… well, he faced her stomach. He had to look up into her eyes while trying to dampen his fury. “I’ll tell you what, you stupid bitch. It’s the Christmas season. And since it’s the Christmas season I’ll graciously accept your apology.”

“Get the hell out of my face, shorty, or I’ll give you a swift kick right up your apology!” Then she turned and left in a huff.

The elf watched her go as he was filled with a burning anger. “That was a stupid thing to do, bitch,” he muttered as she walked away. “Don’t you know Santa knows where you live? And what Santa knows, I know as well…”
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Back at her house, the incident with the elf was forgotten as Teri finished decorating her tree. She stepped back to admire her handiwork. Not bad for handling everything all by herself!

She fixed herself a cup of hot cocoa as she looked at the tree with the lights blinking. It had taken the better part of the afternoon as well as most of the evening. She prided herself on her attention to detail. Now it was paying off.

She looked out through a window at the snow beginning to fall. It filled her with the Christmas spirit. Then her mind wandered back to the incident at the mall with the elf.

She shook her head, chuckling to herself. That perverted bastard. She doubted he had anything big enough to satisfy her in the bedroom.

She heard a thump from somewhere up above. She frowned as she looked upward, listening intently. Then she heard more thumps.

What the hell?? It sounded like someone was up on her roof! Who the hell would be up there while it was snowing like this??

She stood up at the sound of another thump from above. It made her look at the fire she had going in the fireplace. The tree was in the opposite corner so as not to create any kind of fire hazard, especially since she liked a nice, warm fire in the evenings.

With a WHOOMP the fire went completely out. Teri stared at it in shock. That’s when a small bundle tumbled down through the chimney into her room. It was followed by another and another until there were six green velvet bundles.

The fire suddenly came back on with a WHOOMP as though it had never gone out. She stared at it in alarm. Then the bundles morphed into six small… WHAT THE HELL??

Teri stared at the elf she’d pissed off earlier that day. “How the hell did you do that?? What are you doing here?? Get the hell out of my living room! Get out – get out!”

“Not until we teach you a lesson, bitch!” And with that they charged her.

Teri let out a shriek, wondering if she was having a bad dream. She was quickly brought back to reality when they grabbed onto her legs as though trying to pull down a large tree. She beat them off until they started pummeling her.

They grabbed her arms as a couple of punches to the stomach bent her over. Then they had her down on the floor. That’s when they started dragging her to her back bedroom.

She let out another scream until one sat on her face, muffling her cries. The others grabbed her arms and legs so she couldn’t put up a fight. Then she was dragged into her bedroom.

She let out another muffled cry as they started stripping her out of her clothes. “Inspection for Santa, bitch! Right now you’ve been very naughty!”

The covers were pulled off the bed as she continued to struggle to avoid being fully disrobed. But there were too many of them. Teri didn’t know whether to be frightened or indignant, especially at their size.

She worked her arms free as they hauled her up onto the bed naked. She screamed as one of them jumped her face, stuffing her panties into her mouth. A couple of hard punches into her gut quieted her down.

They grabbed her arms and stretched them out to the upper corners of her bed. To her horror she discovered they had some sort of red and green striped rope they were using to tie her wrists off to the corners. She shook her head as she humped and twisted, trying to kick at them with her legs.

She got another couple of punches in the gut before the elves grabbed her ankles and spread them wide. More of that Christmas colored rope was used to tie her ankles to the bottom corners of the bed. Now she was immobile, naked, spread-eagled, and trembling with fear.

Each one climbed onto her naked body, smacked her exposed tits hard, and then slapped her face. The elf she recognized went last. “This is for how you treated me, bitch!” he said as he slapped her face hard.

“She doesn’t think our cocks are that big!” one of the others stated. Teri looked at him in alarm. How the hell had he learned that? Were they somehow eavesdropping on her thoughts? But that was impossible!

“I guess we’ll show her,” the one sitting on her chest declared as he began undressing.

Teri looked at how small his cock seemed to be. Then he put it between her tits and started to fuck her. To her shock it started to grow and harden until it became incredibly large for his size.

He roughly fucked her tits hard, telling her he’d imagined doing this to her back at the mall. Teri cried out indignantly. Then she felt something happening down below… as though one of the bastards was playing with her ass!

She let out a cry as something pushed its way inside. Then she felt a burning. Her eyes widened as she let out a muffled cry of horror.

“First one went right in, Kubek!”

“Give her more, Tory! This bitch is going to feel our wrath tonight.” Then he smiled at her as he continued fucking her tits.

“Feel that back there, bitch? That’s a special version of one of our cinnamon candy canes. They burn when they go into the back door.” Then she screamed as she felt another one push its way inside.

His cock dripped as he brutally fucked her tits. She screamed as a third candy cane penetrated her ass. That’s when his cock went off, his cream arcing up and then coming down onto her face.

“Ok, Regnor; you’re next. I got her tits ready for you!” And with that he climbed off, only to be replaced by another one.

Another dick was put between her tits to fuck her breasts. The cock grew until it was almost the size of the previous one. Teri couldn’t believe it!

A fourth candy cane was inserted, causing her to cry out. Her ass started clenching from the pain. Then she felt a small hand push its way into her pussy, fisting her and making her cry out.

“She’s wet as hell, Bornak! I think she’s ready for your cock!” It was the voice of that bastard Kubek.

It felt like someone climbed off the back of the bed, only for another to climb on to take his place. That’s when Teri felt a cock push its way inside her wet cunt. It swelled to a remarkable size until she felt a pressure from it as well as the candy canes forced into her other hole.

She cried out as her tits and cunt were raped. The cock between her mounds went off, spraying more cum onto her face and upper chest. Then he climbed off, only for another one to climb on and take his place.

Another cock swelled between her breasts as she was titty-fucked again. The one in back let out a cry of enthusiasm as a load of hot cream filled her. Then he pulled out, only for another to climb on and shove his hardening dick into her wet opening.

Teri cried and sobbed as they fucked and abused her. She got another candy cane shoved up her butt… and then another. It burned like fire, her pussy furiously clenching around each cock that entered her pussy until she milked a cum out of each and every one.

It was the fourth cock going off in her pussy that triggered a shameful orgasm. Teri stopped struggling all together. Besides, there was no point in resisting. The pleasure was humiliating, but at least she could tolerate her abuse better so long as she could get some small enjoyment out of it.

A couple more candy canes were shoved up her ass. It made it hurt so good the way it caused her pussy to milk the cock fucking her. It wasn’t long before Terrie was screaming from the orgasms.

Her abuse finally came to an end, but not until all the bastards had come on her face, tits and in her pussy several times. She had no idea how they managed it. Then they untied her from the bed.

She weakly begged them to remove the candy canes from her butt. They refused, perhaps because they didn’t understand her through the panties in her mouth. At least she wasn’t tied spread-eagled on the bed anymore.

They carefully tied her arms behind her back. She grunted as she tried to ask what they were going to do to her next. Then they got her off the bed and carried her into the living room. That’s when Teri discovered her tree was gone.

“YOU BASTARDS!” she cried out into the panties in her mouth. “What did you do with my tree??” All her hard work – all those hours – had gone for naught.

She looked around until she spotted part of the undecorated tree sticking out from the corner to the kitchen. The ornaments seemed to be scattered all around the living room. In place of the tree was a small stool… and a dangling rope?

Teri followed the rope upward. That’s when she saw the noose hanging down from the ceiling. She let out a muffled cry of alarm as she began shaking her head.

She tried to resist as they marched her over to the stool. They looped the noose around her neck and then pulled it tight. In order to avoid strangling she was forced to step up onto the stool to ease the tension.

She wanted to tell them she was up now and they could go easy on her. But they pulled on the rope until her heels were lifted up off the stool. Teri shuffled around on the balls of her feet, grunting muffled whimpers of fright.

She looked at the elf named Kubek and tried to apologize. But he was busy instructing the others to begin hanging the ornaments. To her horror one of them took a colorful bulb with a hook on the end and dug it into her upper thigh to hang it.

Teri let out a muffled cry as the hook to the ornament pierced her flesh. More elves brought more ornaments over. She screamed from each one as they were hooked painfully into her glistening skin. She cried out each time one was dug in snug, apparently to make sure she could not shake it off.

One of the elves got a step ladder. He climbed up and began attaching ornaments to her tits, digging the hooks into her flesh. Terrie cried out again and again, her body wincing and jerking with each hook embedded.

Ornaments were hung off her nipples using alligator clamps. A huge knitting needle was pushed through both tits so they could hang more decorations. Teri screamed again from the pain, dimly aware they were even hanging ornaments all the way down her backside from her shoulders to her ass.

She yelped, whimpered and screamed as the lights were hung up next. One of the elves noticed she was losing the mass of canes in her ass. Kubek told an elf, “Better replace ‘em, Bornak.”

Teri was hopeful what was left of them would be coming out. Instead he simply began pushing more up her bum, forcing the ones inside even deeper. She jerked and screamed as he forced as many up her ass as he could. Her pussy furiously clenched as she dripped her agonizing arousal, causing one of the elves to laugh as he fisted her while he was in the area.

The lights were finished and some garland was added. Then the elves went around throwing tinsel up onto her decorated body. Teri began to look like some gruesome Christmas decoration with ornaments, lights and tinsel clinging to her naked form from a multitude of sharp hooks leaving bloody little wounds.

One of the elves asked if they were going to put her on a stand. Another went and got two brooms and a mop. The ends were cut off before all three were strapped together and then forced up her twat. Teri screamed at the violation as she wet herself and then climaxed.

“Let’s see what she looks like,” Kubek told them. The lights were plugged in and came on. Teri whimpered as she shuffled around on the balls of her feet, the noose ominous around her throat.

“Got anything left to plug into this strand?” one of the elves asked. “There’s this last plug on the end we could use for more lights or something special.”

Kubek disappeared for a moment. When he returned Teri saw he had her electric curling iron in his hand. She screamed into the panties in her mouth when he gleefully forced it all the way inside her pussy along with the broomsticks. Her holes were so tightly filled and so uncomfortable there was no way of pushing the objects out to achieve any kind of relief.

One of the other elves went to the kitchen. He returned and shoved one last item up her cunt. Then the elves pulled the stool away.

Teri gawked in horror, the noose taking her full weight as her feet struggled to find solid footing. Then her body began to kick. She hurt all over from the hooks in her flesh, her tits bouncing painfully as the skewer and ornaments dangling from her nipples added to her misery.

It wasn’t long until she felt a new pain. There was a fire in her pussy to match the one up her ass. Then she smelled charring flesh from the way her cunt was burning from the curling iron.

She kicked; she danced; she humped; she jerked around. But she never lost a single ornament or the objects shoved up her pussy and ass. Even with all the pain she was experiencing, it was ultimately the noose that was taking her life.

She humped the air as she had one last massive orgasm. Then she hung limp as she gently swung back and forth. The elves oohed and aahed and applauded her performance.

They smelled the burning in her cunt. Then something popped out. An elf had shoved a turkey timer up there for good measure.

“Well done, Bornak!” Kubek observed, checking the timer. “Looks like the bitch is done!” As if on cue a trickle of urine dribbled down her legs to splatter onto the floor.

“Let’s pack it up, guys,” Kubek told his associates. They gathered up all their belongings. Then the fire went out in the fireplace long enough for them to form little green bundles and roll up the chimney.

The fire came back on, crackling with its warmth. Teri hung naked, the cum on her face and tits glistening. Her soft, dark red hair matched the Christmas theme as it reflected the lights blinking off and on.

Two of her neighbors walked by outside in the snow. They saw the lights beyond the curtain and remarked that Teri had her decorations up. But they were more than a little curious about the strange shape of her Christmas tree…

© 2017 (written for Teri Dec 3 ’17 by riwa)

(Picture provided by Teri and used for illustrations purposes only.)

(Is the moral of this story: never piss off an elf?)
this is my type ofChristmas story...bad girls get something special from Santas elves!!!!!!!!!!!
 
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Don't know what artist got this dance troupe together, but the show they're putting on is the kind of fix this newly minted addict comes for.
 

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Where the bloody hell did you find these? I'm at my wit's end trying to discover the artist. I've found so many examples of the art, but not the main collection. It's gonna drive me around the bend if I have to keep on searching. Much obliged if you can shine any light on the situation.
 
THE HANGING OF DOROTHY BROWN
“One minute, gentlemen,” an authoritative voice called out. “We need to take her out to the gallows.”

“Almost done, guv’ner,” the head guard responded. “Just filling up the bird’s holes is all. Almost done filling her bum.” Then he turned to his mates.

“Hurry up now, lads! Let’s finish up!”

Dorothy Brown shuddered from a shameful arousal as the trio abused her while rushing to conclude their business. The head guard on top roared his release. But there was already so much cum in her arse that she could not feel it. The one underneath squeezed her tits hard with an orgasmic cry until she was sure she felt him cum inside her thoroughly fucked pussy.

The worst was the one lifting her head up by her blonde locks while brutally fucking her face. His penis was rough and smelly, and it was disturbingly huge. It choked her as he slammed it down her throat until she could feel his seed flowing into her stomach from his eruption.

He abruptly pulled out, although his member was still spurting. She got a glob of goo splattered onto her face, adding to all the previous near-misses of her mouth. It was so humiliatingly erotic that she orgasmed hard, shamefully squeezing pleasure into the two cocks thrusting into her other end.

“‘ello?” the guard in her bum cried out in astonishment. “I think she just came, guv’ner!”

He shook his head as he sighed in exasperation. “Well get her on her feet and secure her arms, lads! We’ve got to execute her proper now.
You’ve had your fun. The prisoners will get her next after she’s been duly hanged.” He sounded like he was in a bit of a hurry.

Dorothy shivered with dread as she was roughly pulled to her feet. She took a look at herself and saw cum splattered on her chest and tits, her face and hair having born the worst of it. Then her arms were viciously jerked behind her back, causing her to cry out in pain.

“I’m going naked? Can’t I towel off? Don’t make me go to my death looking like THIS??”

“What’s it gonna matter, luv?” the guard who’d plowed her pussy cackled. “You’re only going to get messy all over again anyway… right, guv’ner?” Dorothy looked in horror at the warden. But he just smiled at her.

“The prisoners don’t get to have much fun out here in the outer territories,” he said to her in explanation. “Therefore we give them what pleasures they can get when they can get them.” She shuddered in horror, realizing they were going to abuse her body after she was dead.

Her arms were crossed painfully behind her back, overlapping wrists to elbows as they were strapped together. It made her breasts thrust out, making her wish she could somehow cover them. But there were no such chivalrous pleasantries. She found it utterly amazing that men in the employ of the crown could be so sadistically cruel… even out here.

One of the guards picked up the rest of the straps that had been discarded in a corner of her cell. Then she was led through the door and out into the hall. Cum dripped off her face and body, leaking out of her well-fucked holes.

She was verbally abused as she was escorted down the corridor. The lewd comments of her fellow inmates still indoors rained down on her… “Gave you the full treatment; did they, luv?” “Neck’s goin’ to snap right quick on that bird…” “It’s a long way down, luv… it feels like you’re falling forever until the rope jerks your neck proper…” “Mighty hot day for a hangin’ today; ain’t it, luv?” “Yer gonna jerk like a fish on a line fer sure, I’ll wager…”

Dorothy tried to let the comments roll off her back like water off a duck. But with each remark thrown her way she felt like her knees were going to buckle on her. She could not believe this was happening to her.

She stepped through the final door into the blast of the heat of the morning sun. A well-worn dirt path led through the courtyard to the imposing wooden gallows standing before her. It looked old and well used.

She swallowed hard as she started to tremble. A large number of guards and inmates stood in front of the gallows. It looked like she was going to have quite the audience.

Every eye was upon her naked, cum-streaked body. Dorothy shuddered in abject humiliation. But what really disturbed her was the shameful arousal she was now experiencing.

“Just a few more steps; eh, guv’ner?” the head guard chuckled. “Then we’ll get to drop this bird proper.” When she hesitated, he nudged her forward, urging her toward the wooden structure.

Dorothy gasped as though struggling to breathe in the heat of the sun. Her eyes opened wider as she drew nearer to the gallows. Bloody hell; they were really going to hang her!

The enormity of what was about to happen to her finally set in as she reached the base of the wooden steps. She balked as she looked up, her heart pounding in her chest. “Up you go, lass,” the head guard admonished, pulling on her elbow. “No need to worry about splinters; it’s been smoothed out well enough from heavy use. Besides… splinters are the least of your worries now.”

That much was true: splinters were the least of her worries. Looking down she could tell how well worn each step had become. How many had made this march before her? How many had climbed these steps to face the end of their life at the end of a rope??

The head guard pulled her up onto the first step. She sagged as her knees nearly gave out. “Don’t worry, luv; I’ll take good care of you.”

He pulled her upright, half dragging her up the steps. “I haven’t lost a prisoner going up these steps yet, lass.” He was certainly taking all of this in good order.

With each step she hesitated even more, forcing him to pull harder on her arm. The warden followed them up from behind. The other two guards waited stiffly at the bottom of the steps, their presence no longer required.

Dorothy found herself climbing mostly with her head down in an effort to maintain her balance. As a result she found herself mentally counting each step she took as though they’d become precious to her… “eight… n-nine… t-ten…” Her heart felt like it was going to explode out of her chest.

She wondered if anyone had died prematurely from a heart attack or stroke or something like that. It probably would have been a pity, especially for those eager to see a hangin’. She suspected she was not going to have that kind of luck to escape this.

Her silent count of the steps reached thirteen before the platform leveled off. Her head came up as she was turned toward the center of the gallows. Almost immediately her eyes centered on the hemp noose dangling there waiting for her.

She gasped, taking it in as she was walked over to it. It had a single coil that was standard practice for the British Commonwealth and its many colonies, especially here in the outer territories. Now this one was meant for her.

Dorothy almost fainted at the knowledge it was soon to caress her neck. The head guard had to grab her and hold her upright for a moment. She whimpered as she panted for breath until some of the dizziness passed.

The warden began formally reading the charges against her. But she heard not a word. She was too busy staring down in horror at all the eyes that were looking up at her.

She felt the head guard strap her legs together above her knees. Another one went around her upper thighs, causing her to gasp again. A final one was secured around her ankles as she stood centered upon the trap. She shuddered from a near orgasm, struggling to catch her breath again.

The head guard took the noose in front of her and brought it around her neck. The rough hemp scratched her skin, sending horrific shivers rippling through her body. He set it near the left side of her jaw so that her head would lift up and back when she fell, breaking her neck instantly.

She was terrified, especially when she found it becoming harder to control her bladder. The guard quietly stepped behind her, leaving her standing there as the center of attention. How much longer did she have before it was over? …moments maybe?

She looked out at the assembled throng as she continued to tremble. Every eye appeared to be lusting after her. There were many smiles as well as several eager faces.

The voice of the warden broke through her fog of terror. “Dorothy Brown: do you understand the charges that have been brought against you?” She blinked, unable to move her lips.

What did it matter? They were trumped up anyway. She numbly nodded her head as she looked forward, not knowing what else to say or do.

“You will now explain the procedure to the prisoner,” the warden instructed the guard.

“With pleasure, guv’ner,” he smiled at a trembling Dorothy. “You see, luv, we’ve already weighed you nice and proper yesterday. And at 59 kilograms you’re going to be falling nearly three meters. That should be enough to snap that lovely neck of yours good and proper.” Her chest rose and fell, her nipples painfully erect as he continued…

“I’ll pull the lever right over here, luv, and it’ll release the trap straight away. You’ll hear the sound of me pulling the lever an then the sound of the trap opening beneath your feet. Then you’ll fall right through, you will… that is, until you reach the end of your rope.” He paused with a smile as though enjoying her fear… savoring it perhaps?

“When you hit the end of the rope you’ll probably bounce a time or two. But it should snap your neck right quick on the very first bounce… just like THAT!” and he snapped his fingers. “Afterwards you won’t feel a thing, luv. We’ll just get to enjoy watching as your body jerks, twitches and spasms for about a minute or so.”

Dorothy’s eyes flew open wide in horror at his description of what was going to happen to her. Her heart hammered in her chest as she realized it was almost time. All those eyes down below were solely upon her, waiting for her to fall to her death.

She was painfully aware of the cum all over her, cum that was plainly visible to her audience. She was profoundly ashamed not to have been granted time to clean up. What made it worse was the knowledge she would soon be dead… and that she would become a greater mess at the end of the rope once all those animals down there had their way with her corpse.

“You’ll hang all nice and proper for an hour,” the guard concluded, “but that don’t mean the inmates won’t have their fun with you while you’re still in the rope. Then you’ll be taken down for everyone to enjoy. I expect your body will probably be used be nearly everyone here, luv.”

He smiled cruelly as he continued. “Afterwards, us guards will take you outside the prison to a lonely plot of ground. A grave has already been dug and we’ll throw you right in. All of us will enjoy one last jerk-off on your body, luv. Then we’ll cover you up with dirt and leave the grave unmarked where you’ll spend all eternity thinking about what you’ve done. Ain’t that right, guv’ner?”

“Quite correct,” she heard the warden’s voice observe. “Now Dorothy Brown…” he asked solemnly. “Do you have any last words before sentence is carried out?”

Dorothy’s eyes were wide as her lungs heaved in her chest. Her breasts rose and fell, her nipples protruding so hard that they hurt. She felt like she couldn’t catch her breath.

She tried to move her lips and discovered she couldn’t as she trembled like mad. She finally shook her head, unable to form any coherent words. Down below the faces of the guards and inmates all looked up at her with sadistic glee.

“DROP HER!” a voice cried out from down below. “HANG THE BIRD ALREADY! I’M HUNGRY AND IT’S ALMOST LUNCH TIME!”

Dorothy’s eyes got even bigger as she started panting like crazy. Her mind screamed, “WHAT? DON’T I GET A HOOD OR SOMETHING??” Then she felt herself start to go all weak in the knees. She didn’t want to watch this… didn’t want to see herself fall.

“Executioner?” she heard the warden’s voice behind her. “Do your duty!”

Her breath caught in her throat as she promptly wet herself. She was sure she heard a creak in the wood as though someone had moved. The guard must have stepped over to the lever; surely he was going to pull it any moment now!

For a moment her senses were quite clear. She could feel the heat of the noonday sun beating down on her cum-streaked body, could smell the galley cooking the noon-day meal. In her mouth she tasted the salty tang from the mixture of the many cums she’d been forced to swallow from the guards. Then she heard the sound of the lever being pulled.

Dorothy Brown climaxed hard as the trap fell away underneath her feet with a clunk. She was dimly aware that someone was screaming – that SHE was screaming. She was weightless, falling as though she was never going to sto –

She bounced as she hit the end of the rope, silencing her cry. There was a loud CRICK, an incredibly sharp pain in her neck. Then there was nothing.

Dorothy Brown never heard the cheer that went up from the assembly…

The guards and inmates released their enthusiasm with a lustful cry as Dorothy Brown’s naked body jerked at the end of the rope. Her feet fluttered together like some fish hanging from the end of a line. Her motions from the fall began to settle as she swung and twisted, her eyes wide yet vacant.

“LOOK AT THE BIRD KICK!” someone hollered.

“THEY ALWAYS DO THAT!” another one called out. “SHE’LL KICK FOR ANOTHER MINUTE OR SO ‘TIL HER BRAIN TELLS HER TO STOP!”

Sure enough… after about a minute or so her body stopped jerking and twitching. She softly swayed back and forth, her neck elongated and her eyes glazed over. A stream of urine flowed down her bound legs, telling one and all that her bladder had finally relaxed. The cruel flushing her bum had received the day before made sure nothing came out of her arse other than the leaking seed of the many guards who’d abused her while using that hole.

The inmates were turned loose to swarm forward to have a closer look. Only her legs were within reach. The head guard still up on the gallows platform had to lower her enough so they could get their grubby paws on her.

She dangled a foot off the ground as they groped and fondled her still warm body. Some grabbed her breasts and pinched her erect nipples. Others shoved fingers up her bum and pussy, noticing she was quite wet. Comments were raised as to whether she might have had a cum as she fell through the trap.

Cocks were pulled out as some inmates started stroking. Dorothy became the recipient of more cum as it splattered her legs and torso. This went on until her body was finally brought down an hour later.

Almost immediately the inmates became animals as they swarmed around her, untying her straps and fucking her many holes. She ended up face down, several inmates holding her up enough for her lifeless mouth to take one cock after another as she was fucked up her pussy and arse. Even as some headed in for lunch, a great many stayed outside to enjoy themselves before going in to eat.

More cum splattered until she was finally turned over so they could coat her face, tits and pussy. By the evening meal the inmates were all herded inside, leaving a guard detail to take care of her. That’s when four of them lifted her up onto a canvas stretcher.

She was walked outside the prison walls to a grave that had been cut out of the ground. Her cum-soaked body was dropped unceremoniously into the earth. Then the guards whipped out their cocks and gave her a “going-away salute”, their seed splattering her nudity one last time.

Dirt was shoveled onto her, landing on her chest and in her face and hair until she was totally covered. Then the guards gathered up the burial tools and went back inside the prison. There was no marker left to identify her final resting place…

© 2009; 2018 (written for Dorothy Oct 26 ‘09; ed. Jan 3 ’18 by riwa)
 
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THE HANGING OF DOROTHY BROWN
“One minute, gentlemen,” an authoritative voice called out. “We need to take her out to the gallows.”

“Almost done, guv’ner,” the head guard responded. “Just filling up the bird’s holes is all. Almost done filling her bum.” Then he turned to his mates.

“Hurry up now, lads! Let’s finish up!”

Dorothy Brown shuddered from a shameful arousal as the trio abused her while rushing to conclude their business. The head guard on top roared his release. But there was already so much cum in her arse that she could not feel it. The one underneath squeezed her tits hard with an orgasmic cry until she was sure she felt him cum inside her thoroughly fucked pussy.

The worst was the one lifting her head up by her blonde locks while brutally fucking her face. His penis was rough and smelly, and it was disturbingly huge. It choked her as he slammed it down her throat until she could feel his seed flowing into her stomach from his eruption.

He abruptly pulled out, although his member was still spurting. She got a glob of goo splattered onto her face, adding to all the previous near-misses of her mouth. It was so humiliatingly erotic that she orgasmed hard, shamefully squeezing pleasure into the two cocks thrusting into her other end.

“‘ello?” the guard in her bum cried out in astonishment. “I think she just came, guv’ner!”

He shook his head as he sighed in exasperation. “Well get her on her feet and secure her arms, lads! We’ve got to execute her proper now.
You’ve had your fun. The prisoners will get her next after she’s been duly hanged.” He sounded like he was in a bit of a hurry.

Dorothy shivered with dread as she was roughly pulled to her feet. She took a look at herself and saw cum splattered on her chest and tits, her face and hair having born the worst of it. Then her arms were viciously jerked behind her back, causing her to cry out in pain.

“I’m going naked? Can’t I towel off? Don’t make me go to my death looking like THIS??”

“What’s it gonna matter, luv?” the guard who’d plowed her pussy cackled. “You’re only going to get messy all over again anyway… right, guv’ner?” Dorothy looked in horror at the warden. But he just smiled at her.

“The prisoners don’t get to have much fun out here in the outer territories,” he said to her in explanation. “Therefore we give them what pleasures they can get when they can get them.” She shuddered in horror, realizing they were going to abuse her body after she was dead.

Her arms were crossed painfully behind her back, overlapping wrists to elbows as they were strapped together. It made her breasts thrust out, making her wish she could somehow cover them. But there were no such chivalrous pleasantries. She found it utterly amazing that men in the employ of the crown could be so sadistically cruel… even out here.

One of the guards picked up the rest of the straps that had been discarded in a corner of her cell. Then she was led through the door and out into the hall. Cum dripped off her face and body, leaking out of her well-fucked holes.

She was verbally abused as she was escorted down the corridor. The lewd comments of her fellow inmates still indoors rained down on her… “Gave you the full treatment; did they, luv?” “Neck’s goin’ to snap right quick on that bird…” “It’s a long way down, luv… it feels like you’re falling forever until the rope jerks your neck proper…” “Mighty hot day for a hangin’ today; ain’t it, luv?” “Yer gonna jerk like a fish on a line fer sure, I’ll wager…”

Dorothy tried to let the comments roll off her back like water off a duck. But with each remark thrown her way she felt like her knees were going to buckle on her. She could not believe this was happening to her.

She stepped through the final door into the blast of the heat of the morning sun. A well-worn dirt path led through the courtyard to the imposing wooden gallows standing before her. It looked old and well used.

She swallowed hard as she started to tremble. A large number of guards and inmates stood in front of the gallows. It looked like she was going to have quite the audience.

Every eye was upon her naked, cum-streaked body. Dorothy shuddered in abject humiliation. But what really disturbed her was the shameful arousal she was now experiencing.

“Just a few more steps; eh, guv’ner?” the head guard chuckled. “Then we’ll get to drop this bird proper.” When she hesitated, he nudged her forward, urging her toward the wooden structure.

Dorothy gasped as though struggling to breathe in the heat of the sun. Her eyes opened wider as she drew nearer to the gallows. Bloody hell; they were really going to hang her!

The enormity of what was about to happen to her finally set in as she reached the base of the wooden steps. She balked as she looked up, her heart pounding in her chest. “Up you go, lass,” the head guard admonished, pulling on her elbow. “No need to worry about splinters; it’s been smoothed out well enough from heavy use. Besides… splinters are the least of your worries now.”

That much was true: splinters were the least of her worries. Looking down she could tell how well worn each step had become. How many had made this march before her? How many had climbed these steps to face the end of their life at the end of a rope??

The head guard pulled her up onto the first step. She sagged as her knees nearly gave out. “Don’t worry, luv; I’ll take good care of you.”

He pulled her upright, half dragging her up the steps. “I haven’t lost a prisoner going up these steps yet, lass.” He was certainly taking all of this in good order.

With each step she hesitated even more, forcing him to pull harder on her arm. The warden followed them up from behind. The other two guards waited stiffly at the bottom of the steps, their presence no longer required.

Dorothy found herself climbing mostly with her head down in an effort to maintain her balance. As a result she found herself mentally counting each step she took as though they’d become precious to her… “eight… n-nine… t-ten…” Her heart felt like it was going to explode out of her chest.

She wondered if anyone had died prematurely from a heart attack or stroke or something like that. It probably would have been a pity, especially for those eager to see a hangin’. She suspected she was not going to have that kind of luck to escape this.

Her silent count of the steps reached thirteen before the platform leveled off. Her head came up as she was turned toward the center of the gallows. Almost immediately her eyes centered on the hemp noose dangling there waiting for her.

She gasped, taking it in as she was walked over to it. It had a single coil that was standard practice for the British Commonwealth and its many colonies, especially here in the outer territories. Now this one was meant for her.

Dorothy almost fainted at the knowledge it was soon to caress her neck. The head guard had to grab her and hold her upright for a moment. She whimpered as she panted for breath until some of the dizziness passed.

The warden began formally reading the charges against her. But she heard not a word. She was too busy staring down in horror at all the eyes that were looking up at her.

She felt the head guard strap her legs together above her knees. Another one went around her upper thighs, causing her to gasp again. A final one was secured around her ankles as she stood centered upon the trap. She shuddered from a near orgasm, struggling to catch her breath again.

The head guard took the noose in front of her and brought it around her neck. The rough hemp scratched her skin, sending horrific shivers rippling through her body. He set it near the left side of her jaw so that her head would lift up and back when she fell, breaking her neck instantly.

She was terrified, especially when she found it becoming harder to control her bladder. The guard quietly stepped behind her, leaving her standing there as the center of attention. How much longer did she have before it was over? …moments maybe?

She looked out at the assembled throng as she continued to tremble. Every eye appeared to be lusting after her. There were many smiles as well as several eager faces.

The voice of the warden broke through her fog of terror. “Dorothy Brown: do you understand the charges that have been brought against you?” She blinked, unable to move her lips.

What did it matter? They were trumped up anyway. She numbly nodded her head as she looked forward, not knowing what else to say or do.

“You will now explain the procedure to the prisoner,” the warden instructed the guard.

“With pleasure, guv’ner,” he smiled at a trembling Dorothy. “You see, luv, we’ve already weighed you nice and proper yesterday. And at 59 kilograms you’re going to be falling nearly three meters. That should be enough to snap that lovely neck of yours good and proper.” Her chest rose and fell, her nipples painfully erect as he continued…

“I’ll pull the lever right over here, luv, and it’ll release the trap straight away. You’ll hear the sound of me pulling the lever an then the sound of the trap opening beneath your feet. Then you’ll fall right through, you will… that is, until you reach the end of your rope.” He paused with a smile as though enjoying her fear… savoring it perhaps?

“When you hit the end of the rope you’ll probably bounce a time or two. But it should snap your neck right quick on the very first bounce… just like THAT!” and he snapped his fingers. “Afterwards you won’t feel a thing, luv. We’ll just get to enjoy watching as your body jerks, twitches and spasms for about a minute or so.”

Dorothy’s eyes flew open wide in horror at his description of what was going to happen to her. Her heart hammered in her chest as she realized it was almost time. All those eyes down below were solely upon her, waiting for her to fall to her death.

She was painfully aware of the cum all over her, cum that was plainly visible to her audience. She was profoundly ashamed not to have been granted time to clean up. What made it worse was the knowledge she would soon be dead… and that she would become a greater mess at the end of the rope once all those animals down there had their way with her corpse.

“You’ll hang all nice and proper for an hour,” the guard concluded, “but that don’t mean the inmates won’t have their fun with you while you’re still in the rope. Then you’ll be taken down for everyone to enjoy. I expect your body will probably be used be nearly everyone here, luv.”

He smiled cruelly as he continued. “Afterwards, us guards will take you outside the prison to a lonely plot of ground. A grave has already been dug and we’ll throw you right in. All of us will enjoy one last jerk-off on your body, luv. Then we’ll cover you up with dirt and leave the grave unmarked where you’ll spend all eternity thinking about what you’ve done. Ain’t that right, guv’ner?”

“Quite correct,” she heard the warden’s voice observe. “Now Dorothy Brown…” he asked solemnly. “Do you have any last words before sentence is carried out?”

Dorothy’s eyes were wide as her lungs heaved in her chest. Her breasts rose and fell, her nipples protruding so hard that they hurt. She felt like she couldn’t catch her breath.

She tried to move her lips and discovered she couldn’t as she trembled like mad. She finally shook her head, unable to form any coherent words. Down below the faces of the guards and inmates all looked up at her with sadistic glee.

“DROP HER!” a voice cried out from down below. “HANG THE BIRD ALREADY! I’M HUNGRY AND IT’S ALMOST LUNCH TIME!”

Dorothy’s eyes got even bigger as she started panting like crazy. Her mind screamed, “WHAT? DON’T I GET A HOOD OR SOMETHING??” Then she felt herself start to go all weak in the knees. She didn’t want to watch this… didn’t want to see herself fall.

“Executioner?” she heard the warden’s voice behind her. “Do your duty!”

Her breath caught in her throat as she promptly wet herself. She was sure she heard a creak in the wood as though someone had moved. The guard must have stepped over to the lever; surely he was going to pull it any moment now!

For a moment her senses were quite clear. She could feel the heat of the noonday sun beating down on her cum-streaked body, could smell the galley cooking the noon-day meal. In her mouth she tasted the salty tang from the mixture of the many cums she’d been forced to swallow from the guards. Then she heard the sound of the lever being pulled.

Dorothy Brown climaxed hard as the trap fell away underneath her feet with a clunk. She was dimly aware that someone was screaming – that SHE was screaming. She was weightless, falling as though she was never going to sto –

She bounced as she hit the end of the rope, silencing her cry. There was a loud CRICK, an incredibly sharp pain in her neck. Then there was nothing.

Dorothy Brown never heard the cheer that went up from the assembly…

The guards and inmates released their enthusiasm with a lustful cry as Dorothy Brown’s naked body jerked at the end of the rope. Her feet fluttered together like some fish hanging from the end of a line. Her motions from the fall began to settle as she swung and twisted, her eyes wide yet vacant.

“LOOK AT THE BIRD KICK!” someone hollered.

“THEY ALWAYS DO THAT!” another one called out. “SHE’LL KICK FOR ANOTHER MINUTE OR SO ‘TIL HER BRAIN TELLS HER TO STOP!”

Sure enough… after about a minute or so her body stopped jerking and twitching. She softly swayed back and forth, her neck elongated and her eyes glazed over. A stream of urine flowed down her bound legs, telling one and all that her bladder had finally relaxed. The cruel flushing her bum had received the day before made sure nothing came out of her arse other than the leaking seed of the many guards who’d abused her while using that hole.

The inmates were turned loose to swarm forward to have a closer look. Only her legs were within reach. The head guard still up on the gallows platform had to lower her enough so they could get their grubby paws on her.

She dangled a foot off the ground as they groped and fondled her still warm body. Some grabbed her breasts and pinched her erect nipples. Others shoved fingers up her bum and pussy, noticing she was quite wet. Comments were raised as to whether she might have had a cum as she fell through the trap.

Cocks were pulled out as some inmates started stroking. Dorothy became the recipient of more cum as it splattered her legs and torso. This went on until her body was finally brought down an hour later.

Almost immediately the inmates became animals as they swarmed around her, untying her straps and fucking her many holes. She ended up face down, several inmates holding her up enough for her lifeless mouth to take one cock after another as she was fucked up her pussy and arse. Even as some headed in for lunch, a great many stayed outside to enjoy themselves before going in to eat.

More cum splattered until she was finally turned over so they could coat her face, tits and pussy. By the evening meal the inmates were all herded inside, leaving a guard detail to take care of her. That’s when four of them lifted her up onto a canvas stretcher.

She was walked outside the prison walls to a grave that had been cut out of the ground. Her cum-soaked body was dropped unceremoniously into the earth. Then the guards whipped out their cocks and gave her a “going-away salute”, their seed splattering her nudity one last time.

Dirt was shoveled onto her, landing on her chest and in her face and hair until she was totally covered. Then the guards gathered up the burial tools and went back inside the prison. There was no marker left to identify her final resting place…

© 2009; 2018 (written for Dorothy Oct 26 ‘09; ed. Dec 3 ’18 by riwa)

RIP, Dorothy ... such a filthy and unceremonious ending:confused:
 
THE HANGING OF DOROTHY BROWN​

“One minute, gentlemen,” an authoritative voice called out. “We need to take her out to the gallows.”

“Almost done, guv’ner,” the head guard responded. “Just filling up the bird’s holes is all. Almost done filling her bum.” Then he turned to his mates.

“Hurry up now, lads! Let’s finish up!”

Dorothy Brown shuddered from a shameful arousal as the trio abused her while rushing to conclude their business. The head guard on top roared his release. But there was already so much cum in her arse that she could not feel it. The one underneath squeezed her tits hard with an orgasmic cry until she was sure she felt him cum inside her thoroughly fucked pussy.

The worst was the one lifting her head up by her blonde locks while brutally fucking her face. His penis was rough and smelly, and it was disturbingly huge. It choked her as he slammed it down her throat until she could feel his seed flowing into her stomach from his eruption.

He abruptly pulled out, although his member was still spurting. She got a glob of goo splattered onto her face, adding to all the previous near-misses of her mouth. It was so humiliatingly erotic that she orgasmed hard, shamefully squeezing pleasure into the two cocks thrusting into her other end.

“‘ello?” the guard in her bum cried out in astonishment. “I think she just came, guv’ner!”

He shook his head as he sighed in exasperation. “Well get her on her feet and secure her arms, lads! We’ve got to execute her proper now.
You’ve had your fun. The prisoners will get her next after she’s been duly hanged.” He sounded like he was in a bit of a hurry.

Dorothy shivered with dread as she was roughly pulled to her feet. She took a look at herself and saw cum splattered on her chest and tits, her face and hair having born the worst of it. Then her arms were viciously jerked behind her back, causing her to cry out in pain.

“I’m going naked? Can’t I towel off? Don’t make me go to my death looking like THIS??”

“What’s it gonna matter, luv?” the guard who’d plowed her pussy cackled. “You’re only going to get messy all over again anyway… right, guv’ner?” Dorothy looked in horror at the warden. But he just smiled at her.

“The prisoners don’t get to have much fun out here in the outer territories,” he said to her in explanation. “Therefore we give them what pleasures they can get when they can get them.” She shuddered in horror, realizing they were going to abuse her body after she was dead.

Her arms were crossed painfully behind her back, overlapping wrists to elbows as they were strapped together. It made her breasts thrust out, making her wish she could somehow cover them. But there were no such chivalrous pleasantries. She found it utterly amazing that men in the employ of the crown could be so sadistically cruel… even out here.

One of the guards picked up the rest of the straps that had been discarded in a corner of her cell. Then she was led through the door and out into the hall. Cum dripped off her face and body, leaking out of her well-fucked holes.

She was verbally abused as she was escorted down the corridor. The lewd comments of her fellow inmates still indoors rained down on her… “Gave you the full treatment; did they, luv?” “Neck’s goin’ to snap right quick on that bird…” “It’s a long way down, luv… it feels like you’re falling forever until the rope jerks your neck proper…” “Mighty hot day for a hangin’ today; ain’t it, luv?” “Yer gonna jerk like a fish on a line fer sure, I’ll wager…”

Dorothy tried to let the comments roll off her back like water off a duck. But with each remark thrown her way she felt like her knees were going to buckle on her. She could not believe this was happening to her.

She stepped through the final door into the blast of the heat of the morning sun. A well-worn dirt path led through the courtyard to the imposing wooden gallows standing before her. It looked old and well used.

She swallowed hard as she started to tremble. A large number of guards and inmates stood in front of the gallows. It looked like she was going to have quite the audience.

Every eye was upon her naked, cum-streaked body. Dorothy shuddered in abject humiliation. But what really disturbed her was the shameful arousal she was now experiencing.

“Just a few more steps; eh, guv’ner?” the head guard chuckled. “Then we’ll get to drop this bird proper.” When she hesitated, he nudged her forward, urging her toward the wooden structure.

Dorothy gasped as though struggling to breathe in the heat of the sun. Her eyes opened wider as she drew nearer to the gallows. Bloody hell; they were really going to hang her!

The enormity of what was about to happen to her finally set in as she reached the base of the wooden steps. She balked as she looked up, her heart pounding in her chest. “Up you go, lass,” the head guard admonished, pulling on her elbow. “No need to worry about splinters; it’s been smoothed out well enough from heavy use. Besides… splinters are the least of your worries now.”

That much was true: splinters were the least of her worries. Looking down she could tell how well worn each step had become. How many had made this march before her? How many had climbed these steps to face the end of their life at the end of a rope??

The head guard pulled her up onto the first step. She sagged as her knees nearly gave out. “Don’t worry, luv; I’ll take good care of you.”

He pulled her upright, half dragging her up the steps. “I haven’t lost a prisoner going up these steps yet, lass.” He was certainly taking all of this in good order.

With each step she hesitated even more, forcing him to pull harder on her arm. The warden followed them up from behind. The other two guards waited stiffly at the bottom of the steps, their presence no longer required.

Dorothy found herself climbing mostly with her head down in an effort to maintain her balance. As a result she found herself mentally counting each step she took as though they’d become precious to her… “eight… n-nine… t-ten…” Her heart felt like it was going to explode out of her chest.

She wondered if anyone had died prematurely from a heart attack or stroke or something like that. It probably would have been a pity, especially for those eager to see a hangin’. She suspected she was not going to have that kind of luck to escape this.

Her silent count of the steps reached thirteen before the platform leveled off. Her head came up as she was turned toward the center of the gallows. Almost immediately her eyes centered on the hemp noose dangling there waiting for her.

She gasped, taking it in as she was walked over to it. It had a single coil that was standard practice for the British Commonwealth and its many colonies, especially here in the outer territories. Now this one was meant for her.

Dorothy almost fainted at the knowledge it was soon to caress her neck. The head guard had to grab her and hold her upright for a moment. She whimpered as she panted for breath until some of the dizziness passed.

The warden began formally reading the charges against her. But she heard not a word. She was too busy staring down in horror at all the eyes that were looking up at her.

She felt the head guard strap her legs together above her knees. Another one went around her upper thighs, causing her to gasp again. A final one was secured around her ankles as she stood centered upon the trap. She shuddered from a near orgasm, struggling to catch her breath again.

The head guard took the noose in front of her and brought it around her neck. The rough hemp scratched her skin, sending horrific shivers rippling through her body. He set it near the left side of her jaw so that her head would lift up and back when she fell, breaking her neck instantly.

She was terrified, especially when she found it becoming harder to control her bladder. The guard quietly stepped behind her, leaving her standing there as the center of attention. How much longer did she have before it was over? …moments maybe?

She looked out at the assembled throng as she continued to tremble. Every eye appeared to be lusting after her. There were many smiles as well as several eager faces.

The voice of the warden broke through her fog of terror. “Dorothy Brown: do you understand the charges that have been brought against you?” She blinked, unable to move her lips.

What did it matter? They were trumped up anyway. She numbly nodded her head as she looked forward, not knowing what else to say or do.

“You will now explain the procedure to the prisoner,” the warden instructed the guard.

“With pleasure, guv’ner,” he smiled at a trembling Dorothy. “You see, luv, we’ve already weighed you nice and proper yesterday. And at 59 kilograms you’re going to be falling nearly three meters. That should be enough to snap that lovely neck of yours good and proper.” Her chest rose and fell, her nipples painfully erect as he continued…

“I’ll pull the lever right over here, luv, and it’ll release the trap straight away. You’ll hear the sound of me pulling the lever an then the sound of the trap opening beneath your feet. Then you’ll fall right through, you will… that is, until you reach the end of your rope.” He paused with a smile as though enjoying her fear… savoring it perhaps?

“When you hit the end of the rope you’ll probably bounce a time or two. But it should snap your neck right quick on the very first bounce… just like THAT!” and he snapped his fingers. “Afterwards you won’t feel a thing, luv. We’ll just get to enjoy watching as your body jerks, twitches and spasms for about a minute or so.”

Dorothy’s eyes flew open wide in horror at his description of what was going to happen to her. Her heart hammered in her chest as she realized it was almost time. All those eyes down below were solely upon her, waiting for her to fall to her death.

She was painfully aware of the cum all over her, cum that was plainly visible to her audience. She was profoundly ashamed not to have been granted time to clean up. What made it worse was the knowledge she would soon be dead… and that she would become a greater mess at the end of the rope once all those animals down there had their way with her corpse.

“You’ll hang all nice and proper for an hour,” the guard concluded, “but that don’t mean the inmates won’t have their fun with you while you’re still in the rope. Then you’ll be taken down for everyone to enjoy. I expect your body will probably be used be nearly everyone here, luv.”

He smiled cruelly as he continued. “Afterwards, us guards will take you outside the prison to a lonely plot of ground. A grave has already been dug and we’ll throw you right in. All of us will enjoy one last jerk-off on your body, luv. Then we’ll cover you up with dirt and leave the grave unmarked where you’ll spend all eternity thinking about what you’ve done. Ain’t that right, guv’ner?”

“Quite correct,” she heard the warden’s voice observe. “Now Dorothy Brown…” he asked solemnly. “Do you have any last words before sentence is carried out?”

Dorothy’s eyes were wide as her lungs heaved in her chest. Her breasts rose and fell, her nipples protruding so hard that they hurt. She felt like she couldn’t catch her breath.

She tried to move her lips and discovered she couldn’t as she trembled like mad. She finally shook her head, unable to form any coherent words. Down below the faces of the guards and inmates all looked up at her with sadistic glee.

“DROP HER!” a voice cried out from down below. “HANG THE BIRD ALREADY! I’M HUNGRY AND IT’S ALMOST LUNCH TIME!”

Dorothy’s eyes got even bigger as she started panting like crazy. Her mind screamed, “WHAT? DON’T I GET A HOOD OR SOMETHING??” Then she felt herself start to go all weak in the knees. She didn’t want to watch this… didn’t want to see herself fall.

“Executioner?” she heard the warden’s voice behind her. “Do your duty!”

Her breath caught in her throat as she promptly wet herself. She was sure she heard a creak in the wood as though someone had moved. The guard must have stepped over to the lever; surely he was going to pull it any moment now!

For a moment her senses were quite clear. She could feel the heat of the noonday sun beating down on her cum-streaked body, could smell the galley cooking the noon-day meal. In her mouth she tasted the salty tang from the mixture of the many cums she’d been forced to swallow from the guards. Then she heard the sound of the lever being pulled.

Dorothy Brown climaxed hard as the trap fell away underneath her feet with a clunk. She was dimly aware that someone was screaming – that SHE was screaming. She was weightless, falling as though she was never going to sto –

She bounced as she hit the end of the rope, silencing her cry. There was a loud CRICK, an incredibly sharp pain in her neck. Then there was nothing.

Dorothy Brown never heard the cheer that went up from the assembly…

The guards and inmates released their enthusiasm with a lustful cry as Dorothy Brown’s naked body jerked at the end of the rope. Her feet fluttered together like some fish hanging from the end of a line. Her motions from the fall began to settle as she swung and twisted, her eyes wide yet vacant.

“LOOK AT THE BIRD KICK!” someone hollered.

“THEY ALWAYS DO THAT!” another one called out. “SHE’LL KICK FOR ANOTHER MINUTE OR SO ‘TIL HER BRAIN TELLS HER TO STOP!”

Sure enough… after about a minute or so her body stopped jerking and twitching. She softly swayed back and forth, her neck elongated and her eyes glazed over. A stream of urine flowed down her bound legs, telling one and all that her bladder had finally relaxed. The cruel flushing her bum had received the day before made sure nothing came out of her arse other than the leaking seed of the many guards who’d abused her while using that hole.

The inmates were turned loose to swarm forward to have a closer look. Only her legs were within reach. The head guard still up on the gallows platform had to lower her enough so they could get their grubby paws on her.

She dangled a foot off the ground as they groped and fondled her still warm body. Some grabbed her breasts and pinched her erect nipples. Others shoved fingers up her bum and pussy, noticing she was quite wet. Comments were raised as to whether she might have had a cum as she fell through the trap.

Cocks were pulled out as some inmates started stroking. Dorothy became the recipient of more cum as it splattered her legs and torso. This went on until her body was finally brought down an hour later.

Almost immediately the inmates became animals as they swarmed around her, untying her straps and fucking her many holes. She ended up face down, several inmates holding her up enough for her lifeless mouth to take one cock after another as she was fucked up her pussy and arse. Even as some headed in for lunch, a great many stayed outside to enjoy themselves before going in to eat.

More cum splattered until she was finally turned over so they could coat her face, tits and pussy. By the evening meal the inmates were all herded inside, leaving a guard detail to take care of her. That’s when four of them lifted her up onto a canvas stretcher.

She was walked outside the prison walls to a grave that had been cut out of the ground. Her cum-soaked body was dropped unceremoniously into the earth. Then the guards whipped out their cocks and gave her a “going-away salute”, their seed splattering her nudity one last time.

Dirt was shoveled onto her, landing on her chest and in her face and hair until she was totally covered. Then the guards gathered up the burial tools and went back inside the prison. There was no marker left to identify her final resting place…

© 2009; 2018 (written for Dorothy Oct 26 ‘09; ed. Jan 3 ’18 by riwa)

WOW, WOW, WOW
 
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We've all heard of strip poker. This is a variant, where once you lose your clothes, you bet your neck. Claire, Emily, Liz and Isabel decide to play in the attic of Liz's house. To make the game more difficult/interesting they start wearing only bra and panties. Unfortunately Isabel isn't very good and loses her clothes and then loses again, so she is supposed to hang. Will she do it? I don't know because the series is continuing in real time, but if you guys like it, I will post the rest when the artist does.

Really excellent artwork by Susan Coquin.

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We've all heard of strip poker. This is a variant, where once you lose your clothes, you bet your neck. Claire, Emily, Liz and Isabel decide to play in the attic of Liz's house. To make the game more difficult/interesting they start wearing only bra and panties. Unfortunately Isabel isn't very good and loses her clothes and then loses again, so she is supposed to hang. Will she do it? I don't know because the series is continuing in real time, but if you guys like it, I will post the rest when the artist does.

Really excellent artwork by Susan Coquin.

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Good thing I wasn’t there. I always lose at those kinds of game.

Funny ... the art reminded me of the scenes in the film Little Women of the girls playing games in the attic.
 
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