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Messa In Pacific, Missouri In The Late 1800s
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Watch out!
You'll set Barb off on another story!
just like......................all her exercises
I do not understand women. I have given Messa every chance to escape. I do not tie her or lock her in a cell, yet she stays around. I finally ask her “Do you know this Saturday I am going to put a rope around your neck and you will be hanged by the neck until dead?”
“Of course I do! Will this be a cute outfit to wear while I die?” She asks me.
“Messa, do you realize I have practically kicked to out the door with a saddled horse and a second one packing supplies?” I ask.
“Barb and Siss stole your mustangs” she replies…
Tree
...fuck, I try help...
“Of course I do! Will this be a cute outfit to wear while I die?” She asks me.
“Messa, do you realize I have practically kicked to out the door with a saddled horse and a second one packing supplies?” I ask.
“Barb and Siss stole your mustangs” she replies…
Tree
...fuck, I try help...
Good night all,
Ol' oak
Ol' oak
messaline
Crucified Amazon
... and ... I could like the "Mustang" ... View attachment 279961 .... but I LOVE the "Corvette " ! ... View attachment 279962
I'm afraid they didn't have Corvettes in the 1800's
But they did have Mustangs!
At least, they did until Barb & Siss rustled them!
Early Saturday morning Messaline was taken from her cell. She was placed in irons and brought not to the gallows but to a private room. There was a beautiful woman as naked as she. The woman greeted her by name and commented how beautiful Messa was.
“You have me at a disadvantage as I do not know who you are” Messa replied.
“Forgive me, I am Melissa. I am the co-proprietor of the coffee shop who paid to have you hanged today.”
“So to what do I deserve the honor of you visit” Messa asked. “If you wish to gloat please do so when I am hanged.”
“You may as well have cut my heart out! I came to bathe you and fix your hair so you look beautiful when you are hanged. You would not want to been on the gallows looking like that, would you?”
“Certainly not! I am sorry. I have been a bit stressed as of late” Messa replied.
“Let me get those irons off your neck and wrists and bring you to a warm bath. It will relax you, Messa.”
As they bathed Messa said “I have never seen a hanging. Will it be over quickly?”
“Oh, Messa, you are to be hanged by the best. Tree would be mortified if you weren’t still kicking after a quarter hour!”
‘Such comfort’ Messa thought…
Tree
“You have me at a disadvantage as I do not know who you are” Messa replied.
“Forgive me, I am Melissa. I am the co-proprietor of the coffee shop who paid to have you hanged today.”
“So to what do I deserve the honor of you visit” Messa asked. “If you wish to gloat please do so when I am hanged.”
“You may as well have cut my heart out! I came to bathe you and fix your hair so you look beautiful when you are hanged. You would not want to been on the gallows looking like that, would you?”
“Certainly not! I am sorry. I have been a bit stressed as of late” Messa replied.
“Let me get those irons off your neck and wrists and bring you to a warm bath. It will relax you, Messa.”
As they bathed Messa said “I have never seen a hanging. Will it be over quickly?”
“Oh, Messa, you are to be hanged by the best. Tree would be mortified if you weren’t still kicking after a quarter hour!”
‘Such comfort’ Messa thought…
Tree
Naraku
Draconarius
They did too have corvettes. For example:I'm afraid they didn't have Corvettes in the 1800's
But they did have Mustangs!
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At least, they did until Barb & Siss rustled them!
USS Enterprise - fifth ship of that name - a steam powered corvette launched 13 June 1874.
Melissa has washed me and ‘dressed’ me in stockings and tall heeled shoes. She suckles my breasts, tongues my sex until I have an amazing orgasm, and then licks my ass, breathlessly saying “I don’t know if I want to watch your magnificent tits bounce on your chest or your ass quiver while you strangle! You are gorgeous, Messa.”
I suppose this is meant as complement. I thank her and she leads me to a holding cell. It is my last stop before the gallows. Could they really hang me I wonder?
Messa…
Tree
I suppose this is meant as complement. I thank her and she leads me to a holding cell. It is my last stop before the gallows. Could they really hang me I wonder?
Messa…
Tree
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I knew someone would pick me up on that!They did too have corvettes. For example:
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USS Enterprise - fifth ship of that name - a steam powered corvette launched 13 June 1874.
I should have said that they didn't have Corvettes in Missouri!
Melissa will miss me, sure !
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But a question : concerning the rope, it's OK, I think ( first quality'hemp ...), but have you sufficient good wood'quality to make the gibbet ?
I shouldn't like that it could be a maggoty wood which will break during my hanging !
I think he has a supplier of quality wood!
If the wood were to fail we would simply find a good hanging tree and do it again...Melissa will miss me, sure !
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But a question : concerning the rope, it's OK, I think ( first quality'hemp ...), but have you sufficient good wood'quality to make the gibbet ?
I shouldn't like that it could be a maggoty wood which will break during my hanging !
But fear not about being hanged twice. The gallows was built well at to this day are still in service and can support three at a time...
I stand in the cell surrounded by bars on three sides and a solid wall behind me. I look down my body first to my ample and beautiful breasts and can well imagine them jiggling on my chest as I hang. I look down at my long yet curved legs sheathed in my expensive French and my fine French shoes. Yes, I will be quite the show. I do hope if I thrash about as they say I will I do not ruin my stockings!
I suppose I should be honored to be hanged by this ‘Tree’ but I am somewhat less than enthused about my situation. One of the deputies who first arrested me ties my wrists crossed behind my back. I protest that the rough rope tears at my flesh. The deputy tells me to wait until the rope snatches my neck. I begin to feel he is not concerned about my wellbeing!
As he takes me from the cell and leads me to the street I ask if everyone is hanged naked. He tells me the men are hanged clothed unless they were rapists and then after they are noose their trousers are pulled down to their knees. In some heinous cases their scrotum would be cut off and shove into their mouths before the trap is opened. I ask if all the women are hanged naked and he tells me in the five years he has been a deputy I was the first woman to be hanged so he didn’t know but assures me even if they had been he doubts any were as pretty as me; another compliment that doesn’t make my short future any more palpable.
I am led down First Street and onto Union, the main business center. First Street was cobblestone and Union is dirt and stone. A lesser woman would have had difficulty walking such surfaces but they are not me. I ask the Deputy why I had to be paraded past these people and he tells me the Chamber of Commerce thought it would be good for business.
Everywhere I look there are signs announcing my hanging at noon. I get to the Gallows and walk the steep 13 steps to the platform. The closest thing I have seen to a hanging was done by an artist for a Paris newspaper. She looked scared but lovely as I am sure I do.
I am positioned on the trap that groans underfoot as this ‘Tree’ steps on it to put the noose around my neck. I gasp “This really won’t take a quarter hour, will it?”
He assures me “No, Messaline, with your neck it should last longer, up to a half hour!”
That was not the answer I wanted to hear…
TREE
I suppose I should be honored to be hanged by this ‘Tree’ but I am somewhat less than enthused about my situation. One of the deputies who first arrested me ties my wrists crossed behind my back. I protest that the rough rope tears at my flesh. The deputy tells me to wait until the rope snatches my neck. I begin to feel he is not concerned about my wellbeing!
As he takes me from the cell and leads me to the street I ask if everyone is hanged naked. He tells me the men are hanged clothed unless they were rapists and then after they are noose their trousers are pulled down to their knees. In some heinous cases their scrotum would be cut off and shove into their mouths before the trap is opened. I ask if all the women are hanged naked and he tells me in the five years he has been a deputy I was the first woman to be hanged so he didn’t know but assures me even if they had been he doubts any were as pretty as me; another compliment that doesn’t make my short future any more palpable.
I am led down First Street and onto Union, the main business center. First Street was cobblestone and Union is dirt and stone. A lesser woman would have had difficulty walking such surfaces but they are not me. I ask the Deputy why I had to be paraded past these people and he tells me the Chamber of Commerce thought it would be good for business.
Everywhere I look there are signs announcing my hanging at noon. I get to the Gallows and walk the steep 13 steps to the platform. The closest thing I have seen to a hanging was done by an artist for a Paris newspaper. She looked scared but lovely as I am sure I do.
I am positioned on the trap that groans underfoot as this ‘Tree’ steps on it to put the noose around my neck. I gasp “This really won’t take a quarter hour, will it?”
He assures me “No, Messaline, with your neck it should last longer, up to a half hour!”
That was not the answer I wanted to hear…
TREE
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I don’t feel very pretty right now. My wrists are tied behind my back and a rope that is coarser than a cheap sweater that I would never wear circles my neck. Beneath my feet the trapdoor groans wanting to abet the noose in taking my life. I can see the clock tower of St. Bridget’s Church and it is not yet 10 in the morning! To most people two hours doesn’t mean a thing but I would rather have them than hang now!
Tree turns towards the lever and I cry “I have two hours! You can’t hang me now!”
“I’m not hanging you till noon. There’s a reporter from the St. Louis Post-Dispatch and the Crux Chronicle coming on the 10:30 train and a couple dozen ‘dignitaries’that want a close-up view of your noosed naked ass” Tree tells me.
“Is there no end to the humiliation I must suffer?”
“Yeah, but by the time it is over you are going to be wishing humiliation is all you suffer” Tree.
“Why must I be naked?” I demand.
“Because that’s how you were brought here; besides you have shoes and stockings on and they do accentuate you fine-looking legs” Tree replies as he turns to leave.
The next two hours was a whirlwind for Messaline. The crowd grew beneath the gallows and began hollering lewd taunts at her. Nearly at 10:30 on the dot the Missouri Pacific passenger train stops at the station and passengers disembark. An entourage well-dressed men and women approach the gallows and nearly two dozen people crowd the platform around Messaline and all talking about her but none talked to her. With her hands tied behind her back and the noose around her neck she could do nothing but stand there and blink back tears.
A United States Senator gives a short speech followed by other politicians, introduced one after another by the mayor of Pacific. The last one to speak is introduced. The mayor bellows “Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you the Honorable David Rowland Francis, governor of the great state of Missouri!”
He gets a half-hearted applause as the day is quickly warming and the crowd had not come to hear speeches but to see Messaline hanged. He clears his throat and yells “Ladies and Gentleman, we have gathered to see the hanging of Messaline, a whore who opened a business in a residential area without a permit, a tax cheat, and a seductress bent on causing adultery and shattering marriages. Do not pity her fate!”
“I don’t pity her- I want to see her dance from a rope” someone yelled from below.
“In due time” the governor calls back. He looks at his pocket watch and exclaims “It is less than thirty minutes. So let us clear the platform and let Mr. Tree perform his art!”
He turns and walks to Messaline who begs him to show mercy and commute her sentence. Gently he cups her right breast and whispers “I did not come to the god-forsaken rat-hole town to miss this show, whore!”
He squeezes her nipple and twists it. Messaline gives a short shriek then spits in his face. He pulls out a handkerchief and says “I hope you take forever to die.”
Soon the platform is empty save for Messaline, a photographer, and reporters from the St. Louis Post-Dispatch and the Crux Chronicle. The photographer asks Messaline to stand still so he could take her picture.
The picture would be published in both the Post and the Chronicle. The photographer is known only as R. Rodent. This is the picture published on both sides of the Atlantic…
Messaline does look marvelous, doesn’t she???
Tree
Tree turns towards the lever and I cry “I have two hours! You can’t hang me now!”
“I’m not hanging you till noon. There’s a reporter from the St. Louis Post-Dispatch and the Crux Chronicle coming on the 10:30 train and a couple dozen ‘dignitaries’that want a close-up view of your noosed naked ass” Tree tells me.
“Is there no end to the humiliation I must suffer?”
“Yeah, but by the time it is over you are going to be wishing humiliation is all you suffer” Tree.
“Why must I be naked?” I demand.
“Because that’s how you were brought here; besides you have shoes and stockings on and they do accentuate you fine-looking legs” Tree replies as he turns to leave.
The next two hours was a whirlwind for Messaline. The crowd grew beneath the gallows and began hollering lewd taunts at her. Nearly at 10:30 on the dot the Missouri Pacific passenger train stops at the station and passengers disembark. An entourage well-dressed men and women approach the gallows and nearly two dozen people crowd the platform around Messaline and all talking about her but none talked to her. With her hands tied behind her back and the noose around her neck she could do nothing but stand there and blink back tears.
A United States Senator gives a short speech followed by other politicians, introduced one after another by the mayor of Pacific. The last one to speak is introduced. The mayor bellows “Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you the Honorable David Rowland Francis, governor of the great state of Missouri!”
He gets a half-hearted applause as the day is quickly warming and the crowd had not come to hear speeches but to see Messaline hanged. He clears his throat and yells “Ladies and Gentleman, we have gathered to see the hanging of Messaline, a whore who opened a business in a residential area without a permit, a tax cheat, and a seductress bent on causing adultery and shattering marriages. Do not pity her fate!”
“I don’t pity her- I want to see her dance from a rope” someone yelled from below.
“In due time” the governor calls back. He looks at his pocket watch and exclaims “It is less than thirty minutes. So let us clear the platform and let Mr. Tree perform his art!”
He turns and walks to Messaline who begs him to show mercy and commute her sentence. Gently he cups her right breast and whispers “I did not come to the god-forsaken rat-hole town to miss this show, whore!”
He squeezes her nipple and twists it. Messaline gives a short shriek then spits in his face. He pulls out a handkerchief and says “I hope you take forever to die.”
Soon the platform is empty save for Messaline, a photographer, and reporters from the St. Louis Post-Dispatch and the Crux Chronicle. The photographer asks Messaline to stand still so he could take her picture.
The picture would be published in both the Post and the Chronicle. The photographer is known only as R. Rodent. This is the picture published on both sides of the Atlantic…
Messaline does look marvelous, doesn’t she???
Tree
The two reporters questioned the condemned Messaline. The Post’s reporter’s name is lost in history but the Crux Chronicle byline is “Sir Wragg” and fires questions to the hapless Messaline.
“How do you feel about being hanged nearly naked in front of hundreds of people” he asks.
Messaline’s face is flush with anger and says “I do not like the idea of being hanged at all!”
“I’m sure you do not but what about naked?” Sir Wragg presses.
“It is insulting. They do not allow me my dignity” Messaline seethes.
“But you are a whore; what dignity could you have?” he asks.
“And you are an idiot! What I do in the privacy of my bedroom is between me and whoever I choose! Being hanged naked for the entertainment of this mob is of no comparison, you stupid bastard! Leave me and find a private place so you can masturbate while I hang!”
Beneath Messaline a buckboard wagon rolls before gallows. A Reverend Lynch delivers the invocation.
“Let us pray… Lord, please make this scofflaw whore suffer long before the rope chokes the life out of her. May Mr. Tree use all his talents to insure the whore Messaline performs a long dance before Death and Satan takes her and escorts her to an eternity hanging above the fires of Hell. For this we pray!”
“Go fuck yourselves” Messaline calls down…
Tree
“How do you feel about being hanged nearly naked in front of hundreds of people” he asks.
Messaline’s face is flush with anger and says “I do not like the idea of being hanged at all!”
“I’m sure you do not but what about naked?” Sir Wragg presses.
“It is insulting. They do not allow me my dignity” Messaline seethes.
“But you are a whore; what dignity could you have?” he asks.
“And you are an idiot! What I do in the privacy of my bedroom is between me and whoever I choose! Being hanged naked for the entertainment of this mob is of no comparison, you stupid bastard! Leave me and find a private place so you can masturbate while I hang!”
Beneath Messaline a buckboard wagon rolls before gallows. A Reverend Lynch delivers the invocation.
“Let us pray… Lord, please make this scofflaw whore suffer long before the rope chokes the life out of her. May Mr. Tree use all his talents to insure the whore Messaline performs a long dance before Death and Satan takes her and escorts her to an eternity hanging above the fires of Hell. For this we pray!”
“Go fuck yourselves” Messaline calls down…
Tree
Sunday, August 23rd 1875
DOES TWISTING THAT MAKE SPIT COME OUT?
By R. Wragg
Trains arrived at the station from all over the state, discharging the great and the good, including a Senator and the State Governor.
Crowds gathered in front of some pretty menacing looking gallows.
All were dressed in their finest clothes.
All save one.
Standing on the gallows, stark naked, was a beautiful, terrified, and very, very angry Messaline (above, and she does indeed look marvellous!).
According to justice in this corner of Missouri, Messaline has to hang. No-one is completely sure why, except The Hanging Tree. Something to do with an unlicensed business....
And the Governor it was who discovered a new use for her right nipple. He gave it a none-too-gentle twist, and received a face full of gobo for his trouble.
The Crux Chronicle passes this on in the hope of educating its readers.
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