Carrie Marshall stands on the stool wearing only the handcuffs binding her wrists and the noose around her neck she will soon be hanged with. Her breasts heave with each breath she takes, and she futilely tries to free her hands from the cuffs.
Below her an officer of the court reads her sentence to the crowd. There are only a few short moments before the stool is pulled away and Carrie will hang her neck until she is dead.
I killed the bitch and got caught. I should have expected this. I have seen other hangings and must admit I enjoyed watching the women’s frantic dances as the noose slowly closed around their necks. I have a different perspective now as I stand naked above the crowd. I try to free my hands but the cuffs are set tight enough there is no escape. The rope around my neck is far coarser than it looks from a distance. I have never been choked before and I am about to feel the most extreme form of it.
-Carrie
The court officer asks “Executioner, is the prisoner prepared to be hanged?”
“She is prepared to be executed, sir” the executioner sternly replies.
“Then hang the condemned prisoner at the top of the hour” the officer replies. Carrie has less than a minute before the stool is removed and she will be hanged. It is almost seven PM and Carrie will suffer the slow execution of hanging by her neck.
My stomach churns and my pussy become warm and wet. My god, am I going to have an orgasm. The Cruxton clock tower begins to toll. After it rings seven times the stool will be removed and I will learn what being hanged feels like. The bell rings for the seventh time and the stool begins to move from beneath my feet. I scream “Please, show mercy! I… (Grunt).”
Carrie’s feet swings from the stool and she falls only a foot (just over 30 cm) before the noose stops her fall as it sets under her jaw and the base of her skull. Instead of her neck supporting her head now 110 pounds (50 kg) of her body hangs from the noose. Carrie’s voice is silenced, and her face contorts in pain.
Shit, this hurts! I am still conscious and can still breathe with great effort. I cannot talk or scream; only gurgles and grunts pass by the noose. The hangman had warned me my hanging would not be a swift and I fear he was not just trying to scare me.
-Carrie
The shock of being hanged clouds Carrie’s mind and she doesn’t hear the crowd cheer as she is hanged. She curls her legs up as she searches for footing she will not find. Carrie’s dance from the noose becomes more frantic as the noose slowly tightens around her neck. Her hanging is being recorded. At five minutes her thrashing has become panicked as she struggles to breathe. Powerful microphones record her labored effort to breathe. The rattle of the handcuffs binding her wrists is captured as is the slapping of her limbs as they strike each other and her hanged body.
My god, how long is this going to last? I don’t want to die but my last bit logic tells me my suffering will be the last thing I feel before I die.
-Carrie
Ten minutes have passed since Carrie has been hanged. To the crowd’s pleasure she still struggles wildly to escape the noose.
Almost a quarter hour has passed since Carrie has been hanged.
I catch a glimpse of the crowd. I am strangling to death and they are cheering my agonizing death! What is wrong with these people?
The stress of her hanging is taking its toll on Carrie. She flexes her legs and releases her bladder.
Is this just a reaction to the strain? Does Carrie even know what she just did?
Below her an officer of the court reads her sentence to the crowd. There are only a few short moments before the stool is pulled away and Carrie will hang her neck until she is dead.
I killed the bitch and got caught. I should have expected this. I have seen other hangings and must admit I enjoyed watching the women’s frantic dances as the noose slowly closed around their necks. I have a different perspective now as I stand naked above the crowd. I try to free my hands but the cuffs are set tight enough there is no escape. The rope around my neck is far coarser than it looks from a distance. I have never been choked before and I am about to feel the most extreme form of it.
-Carrie
The court officer asks “Executioner, is the prisoner prepared to be hanged?”
“She is prepared to be executed, sir” the executioner sternly replies.
“Then hang the condemned prisoner at the top of the hour” the officer replies. Carrie has less than a minute before the stool is removed and she will be hanged. It is almost seven PM and Carrie will suffer the slow execution of hanging by her neck.
My stomach churns and my pussy become warm and wet. My god, am I going to have an orgasm. The Cruxton clock tower begins to toll. After it rings seven times the stool will be removed and I will learn what being hanged feels like. The bell rings for the seventh time and the stool begins to move from beneath my feet. I scream “Please, show mercy! I… (Grunt).”
Carrie’s feet swings from the stool and she falls only a foot (just over 30 cm) before the noose stops her fall as it sets under her jaw and the base of her skull. Instead of her neck supporting her head now 110 pounds (50 kg) of her body hangs from the noose. Carrie’s voice is silenced, and her face contorts in pain.
Shit, this hurts! I am still conscious and can still breathe with great effort. I cannot talk or scream; only gurgles and grunts pass by the noose. The hangman had warned me my hanging would not be a swift and I fear he was not just trying to scare me.
-Carrie
The shock of being hanged clouds Carrie’s mind and she doesn’t hear the crowd cheer as she is hanged. She curls her legs up as she searches for footing she will not find. Carrie’s dance from the noose becomes more frantic as the noose slowly tightens around her neck. Her hanging is being recorded. At five minutes her thrashing has become panicked as she struggles to breathe. Powerful microphones record her labored effort to breathe. The rattle of the handcuffs binding her wrists is captured as is the slapping of her limbs as they strike each other and her hanged body.
My god, how long is this going to last? I don’t want to die but my last bit logic tells me my suffering will be the last thing I feel before I die.
-Carrie
Ten minutes have passed since Carrie has been hanged. To the crowd’s pleasure she still struggles wildly to escape the noose.
Almost a quarter hour has passed since Carrie has been hanged.
I catch a glimpse of the crowd. I am strangling to death and they are cheering my agonizing death! What is wrong with these people?
The stress of her hanging is taking its toll on Carrie. She flexes her legs and releases her bladder.
Is this just a reaction to the strain? Does Carrie even know what she just did?