Don't worry, you will fabulous when you are hanged...They should have let me get cleaned up before taking that pic and posting it all over town.
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Lady Kathrine's secret revealed
- Thread starter thehangingtree
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I don't know, Wragg, old boy. I'm inclined to think that if she sleeps with the dregs of the earth, but doesn't bother with us, she must be dealing with some sort of latent guilt. I think I personally feel somewhat offended.
Well, that's certainly something to bear in mind. One does appreciate these little recommendations.
I don't know about that. Have you actually met our headsman? Dodgy sort of bloke, but he is the best at that price range.
How is a noble woman to be treated. It's my court. I get to decide these things, surely. Much more interesting to try a naked woman.
Well, we do what we can to keep everyone happy.
Certainly not. We are made of sterner stuff here.
It's one of my best expressions, my scowling face. I practice it in the mirror. Good, isn't it?
There - you can't say this sort of thing with a silly grin on your face. We have the public to think of. A scowl is just the thing for this type of speech. Sorry about the beheading thing. The headsman is on holiday in Bermuda, I think. He'll be sorry to have missed you (literally and figuratively).
I must apologise again for that, but there's not much we can do about it now. Without a headsman, the gallows is the only real option left. And you are a hardened tax evader, after all, I mean slave murderer, of course.
Language! And we just told you. I'm sure you'll figure it out in the week you have left.
Oh sure, reject Wragg and me, but she'll sleep with the first guardsman that comes along. Call that noble, cos I don't.
Almost goes without saying, really.
Okay, and there's that reason.
I was sure it was because Ronnie the Headsman was on holiday. But the King is happy, so that's what counts, eh? Chin up, Lady Katherine (because we'll need to get that noose on you). We should really have minstrels as well, don't you think? Music adds so much.
You are a sick reaper, Jollyrei!I don't know, Wragg, old boy. I'm inclined to think that if she sleeps with the dregs of the earth, but doesn't bother with us, she must be dealing with some sort of latent guilt. I think I personally feel somewhat offended.
Well, that's certainly something to bear in mind. One does appreciate these little recommendations.
I don't know about that. Have you actually met our headsman? Dodgy sort of bloke, but he is the best at that price range.
How is a noble woman to be treated. It's my court. I get to decide these things, surely. Much more interesting to try a naked woman.
Well, we do what we can to keep everyone happy.
Certainly not. We are made of sterner stuff here.
It's one of my best expressions, my scowling face. I practice it in the mirror. Good, isn't it?
There - you can't say this sort of thing with a silly grin on your face. We have the public to think of. A scowl is just the thing for this type of speech. Sorry about the beheading thing. The headsman is on holiday in Bermuda, I think. He'll be sorry to have missed you (literally and figuratively).
I must apologise again for that, but there's not much we can do about it now. Without a headsman, the gallows is the only real option left. And you are a hardened tax evader, after all, I mean slave murderer, of course.
Language! And we just told you. I'm sure you'll figure it out in the week you have left.
Oh sure, reject Wragg and me, but she'll sleep with the first guardsman that comes along. Call that noble, cos I don't.
Almost goes without saying, really.
Okay, and there's that reason.
We should really have minstrels as well, don't you think? Music adds so much.
Wake up ready for your task!
Usually condemned wenches are indeed common sluts that it really doesn’t matter if they are allowed to live or die. I have enjoyed many of the public hangs. I find them erotic; especially when the wench fights for her life as she is dragged up the gallows’ stairs.
I must admit I have enjoyed watching the cunts being hanged but somehow the thrill is not there when they take the irons from my wrists and tie my hands behind my back. Before they can grab me, I sternly say “I have been condemned to hang. Allow me the dignity to climb the steps on my own!”
My bold statement is treated respectfully. I climb the 13 steps up to the gallows’ deck. Why are my knees feeling weak?
I make it to the deck. I must admit this is a different thing. I am a fucking naked bitch about to be hanged stark naked before these peasants. Why am I so wet between my thighs?
Before me stands the stool I will have to step onto with the noose dangling over it. Am I afraid? Fuck yes, I am but I want to feel that rope around my neck. I am here to be hanged by my neck until I am dead. My cunt is oozing with ecstasy and fear. Magistrate Jollyrei asks “Are you ready to feel the rope around your neck, Lady Kathrine?”
“I was born to die this way” I reply.
I am on the deck of the gallows, naked except for my wrists tied behind my back. I look up at the noose waiting for my neck.
Am I afraid or just want this to happen? My thighs get wetter. Did I pee or cum? The wait is nearly over. I try to step up on the stool but with my hands bound I have trouble with my balance. The executioner ‘helps’ me onto the stool. Being a lady, I thank him for his assistance. The peasants below me cheer as I stare at the rope I am about to be hanged from.
This time I am sure I have peed. Dangling before my face is the noose I will hang from until I am dead.
From a distance the rope seems smooth. Close up I see the thick hemp has rough fibers waiting to shred the skin of my neck. The rope has stains of other women’s blood who have been hanged before me. The executioner wastes little time pulling the rope loop over my head and tightening the loop so I am its prisoner. I look down at the executioner and ask “Will this be over quickly?”
With a sinister laugh he says “Not hardly! The show is just starting and when you do hang King Arbor instructed me to make sure you put on a long dance while you die!”
-Lady Kathrine
I must admit I have enjoyed watching the cunts being hanged but somehow the thrill is not there when they take the irons from my wrists and tie my hands behind my back. Before they can grab me, I sternly say “I have been condemned to hang. Allow me the dignity to climb the steps on my own!”
My bold statement is treated respectfully. I climb the 13 steps up to the gallows’ deck. Why are my knees feeling weak?
I make it to the deck. I must admit this is a different thing. I am a fucking naked bitch about to be hanged stark naked before these peasants. Why am I so wet between my thighs?
Before me stands the stool I will have to step onto with the noose dangling over it. Am I afraid? Fuck yes, I am but I want to feel that rope around my neck. I am here to be hanged by my neck until I am dead. My cunt is oozing with ecstasy and fear. Magistrate Jollyrei asks “Are you ready to feel the rope around your neck, Lady Kathrine?”
“I was born to die this way” I reply.
I am on the deck of the gallows, naked except for my wrists tied behind my back. I look up at the noose waiting for my neck.
Am I afraid or just want this to happen? My thighs get wetter. Did I pee or cum? The wait is nearly over. I try to step up on the stool but with my hands bound I have trouble with my balance. The executioner ‘helps’ me onto the stool. Being a lady, I thank him for his assistance. The peasants below me cheer as I stare at the rope I am about to be hanged from.
This time I am sure I have peed. Dangling before my face is the noose I will hang from until I am dead.
From a distance the rope seems smooth. Close up I see the thick hemp has rough fibers waiting to shred the skin of my neck. The rope has stains of other women’s blood who have been hanged before me. The executioner wastes little time pulling the rope loop over my head and tightening the loop so I am its prisoner. I look down at the executioner and ask “Will this be over quickly?”
With a sinister laugh he says “Not hardly! The show is just starting and when you do hang King Arbor instructed me to make sure you put on a long dance while you die!”
-Lady Kathrine
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Kathy
Terra Nova Tramp
The executioner wastes little time pulling the rope loop over my head and tightening the loop so I am its prisoner. I look down at the executioner and ask “Will this be over quickly?”
With a sinister laugh he says “Not hardly! The show is just starting and when you do hang King Arbor instructed me to make sure you put on a long dance while you die!”
That was not the response I wanted to hear.
You know if you can't do the time don't do the crime!!!That was not the response I wanted to hear.
OMG!!! Tree has learned to rhyme! Just goes to show ... old dogs can learn new tricks
Be nice to Tree... He is hanging the bitch that hung you earlier in the thread!OMG!!! Tree has learned to rhyme! Just goes to show ... old dogs can learn new tricks
It is still a half hour before Lady Kathrine is to be hanged. Already she on the stool and noosed. How will she pass the time?
The abbey’s bell tolls twice. It is only 5:30 and I am not to be hanged until six o’clock. The coarse rope around my neck scratches my skin when I move and I am standing in a puddle of my own piss. I look out at the crowd and watch them hustle to vendors’ tents to refresh their drinks. They don’t want to be thirsty while they watch me hang.
There is no effort to afford me the dignity of a noble women. I stand naked on the stool wearing only the noose and the rope binding my wrists. Privileged and noble people come up on the gallows to get a close look at me. I know all of them yet they don’t talk to me but about me.
Women gawk at my bare body. I am covered in sweat and look like any other condemned woman waiting to die. One of the women asks Magistrate Jollyrei if I will take long to die. With cold calmness he assures her it is King Arbor’s orders that I suffer a slow strangulation as I hang.
My day is going well.
It is now less than a quarter hour until I am hanged. Melissa approaches me and pulls open a scroll. The crowd below becomes silent at she reads from the parchment.
“Before you stands Lady Kathrine, noosed and readied to be hanged. She has been convicted of owning black market slaves, executing them by hanging when they disobey or she tires of them, and failure to pay taxes on her illegal property. Her sentence is to hang by her neck until she is dead and to be hanged a common criminal. Lady Kathrine will be hanged after the six o’clock tolling of the Cruxton Abbey’s bell.
May she suffer a slow painful death!”
The crowd below chants a resounding ‘amen’. It looks like there is no sympathy for me.
My eyes are over six meters above the square. I look out at the crowd below that wait for the abbey’s bell to ring. I piss again at the first toll of the bell. My time is very short.
-Kathrine
The abbey’s bell tolls twice. It is only 5:30 and I am not to be hanged until six o’clock. The coarse rope around my neck scratches my skin when I move and I am standing in a puddle of my own piss. I look out at the crowd and watch them hustle to vendors’ tents to refresh their drinks. They don’t want to be thirsty while they watch me hang.
There is no effort to afford me the dignity of a noble women. I stand naked on the stool wearing only the noose and the rope binding my wrists. Privileged and noble people come up on the gallows to get a close look at me. I know all of them yet they don’t talk to me but about me.
Women gawk at my bare body. I am covered in sweat and look like any other condemned woman waiting to die. One of the women asks Magistrate Jollyrei if I will take long to die. With cold calmness he assures her it is King Arbor’s orders that I suffer a slow strangulation as I hang.
My day is going well.
It is now less than a quarter hour until I am hanged. Melissa approaches me and pulls open a scroll. The crowd below becomes silent at she reads from the parchment.
“Before you stands Lady Kathrine, noosed and readied to be hanged. She has been convicted of owning black market slaves, executing them by hanging when they disobey or she tires of them, and failure to pay taxes on her illegal property. Her sentence is to hang by her neck until she is dead and to be hanged a common criminal. Lady Kathrine will be hanged after the six o’clock tolling of the Cruxton Abbey’s bell.
May she suffer a slow painful death!”
The crowd below chants a resounding ‘amen’. It looks like there is no sympathy for me.
My eyes are over six meters above the square. I look out at the crowd below that wait for the abbey’s bell to ring. I piss again at the first toll of the bell. My time is very short.
-Kathrine
The church bell slowly tolls six times. The executioner asks me if I have any final words.
I take a deep breath and yell “Fuck all of you!”
Some below hollers back “Hang the bitch! Kick the stool!”
I feel the stool wobble as the executioner plants his foot against the seat. Damn, I am about to hang!
The executioner kicks the stool and I begin to fall.
Before I can yell the noose snaps up under my jaw. Damn that hurt! I can’t talk but I can still breathe though it is not easy! I have to find something to stand on!
I try to beg for help but only squawks past the rope around my neck and my spit coats my breasts.
Lady Kathrine has been hanged for more than ten minutes. The executioner fashioned a well-made noose that only slowly tightens around Kathrine’s neck. It is a brilliant design. Kathrine could take more than another ten minutes to strangle!
It really is a beautiful hanging. The crowd and the vendors love it. Maybe Lady Kathrine is not so enthralled by it…
I take a deep breath and yell “Fuck all of you!”
Some below hollers back “Hang the bitch! Kick the stool!”
I feel the stool wobble as the executioner plants his foot against the seat. Damn, I am about to hang!
The executioner kicks the stool and I begin to fall.
Before I can yell the noose snaps up under my jaw. Damn that hurt! I can’t talk but I can still breathe though it is not easy! I have to find something to stand on!
I try to beg for help but only squawks past the rope around my neck and my spit coats my breasts.
Lady Kathrine has been hanged for more than ten minutes. The executioner fashioned a well-made noose that only slowly tightens around Kathrine’s neck. It is a brilliant design. Kathrine could take more than another ten minutes to strangle!
It really is a beautiful hanging. The crowd and the vendors love it. Maybe Lady Kathrine is not so enthralled by it…
Does Kathrine even have a cognitive thought at this time. She still flails about as the noose closes around her neck but she looks like any other hanged women.
There is no dignity allowed her. She thrashes like all the other women that have been hanged in the square.
She’s just another naked bitch strangling in noose. Yes, she was a noble woman but now she is a pathetic sale’s pitch for the vendors selling their booze. Don’t feel sorry for her. She is just getting what she is due. One must be amazed she still could piss in her last moments alive.
What a worthy defamation of a criminal bitch. She is dead now. Go home.
The sanitation crew will get her stiff body tomorrow and toss it to the sows in farm’s pen…
The end
With love…
Tree
With thanks to Kathy for her worthless neck!
There is no dignity allowed her. She thrashes like all the other women that have been hanged in the square.
She’s just another naked bitch strangling in noose. Yes, she was a noble woman but now she is a pathetic sale’s pitch for the vendors selling their booze. Don’t feel sorry for her. She is just getting what she is due. One must be amazed she still could piss in her last moments alive.
What a worthy defamation of a criminal bitch. She is dead now. Go home.
The sanitation crew will get her stiff body tomorrow and toss it to the sows in farm’s pen…
The end
With love…
Tree
With thanks to Kathy for her worthless neck!
Kathy
Terra Nova Tramp
Absolutely disgraceful. I couldn't agree more, my dear fellow.I think I personally feel somewhat offended.
Not that we've missed much. They say she never swallows!
Do you do any other kind, Tree?
Mind you, it helps that Kathy is easy on the eyes.
I pride myself on my ability to remain calm. And one must follow orders, after all.
CERTAINLY NOT! A PINT OF LAGER WOULD BE GREAT, THANKS, IF WE'RE GOING TO BE HERE A WHILE.
HALF AN HOUR, BEFORE THE START? IT'S ALWAYS THIS WAY, ISN'T IT, AND SO WE'RE LEFT MAKING SMALL TALK WITH OTHER SPECTATORS. IS THAT A HOT DOG STAND?
He has a knack.
I would like to point out that this may be the only time that both of me have shown up simultaneously.
FOR THE RECORD, I'M NOT ACTUALLY IN THE STORY, JUST THE BACKGROUND. LOOK, CAN WE GET ON? IT'S BEEN 10 MINUTES. SHE'S NOT THE ONLY NAKED GIRL DYING TODAY.
POINTS FOR AESTHETIC EFFECT THOUGH.
Not exactly my first consideration.
Is this a sign of a successful hanging? People seem entertained. YOU HEARD THE MAN. COME ON, KATHY. OFF WE GO. DO YOU LIKE CURRY?
An exciting and attractive hanging, as usual, Tree.
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