Messaline and Judith
had afternoon sex bathed and had late afternoon cocktails. Messa is still annoyed not that she would lose some slaves but disgusting need to have them shot. It makes such a mess that even the other slaves hate cleaning up bloodshed and dead bodies.
They lounge in Messa’s garden, working out details such as which slave would be shot first and would the bodies be disposed in individual graves or a mass burial. Finding a firing squad is not an issue. More than enough clients would line up for a chance to shoot a slave or two!
Suddenly a man appears before them. Messa and Judith had not seen him approach and on a clear evening he had a shroud of ominous clouds drifting around his head. In a dark, sinister voice he states “I hear you have some slaves that need to have the ultimate punishment but you distain the thought of using a firing squad.”
Judith snaps back “Who are you and how did you get here? You are trespassing, you know!”
He politely dips his head and expresses regret for his intrusion. He politely says “Forgive me my presence. My appearance is a certainty at the end of everyone’s life. I am known as ‘Jollyrei’. Some call me the angel of death but I find that rather a cold name for a collector of souls.”
“I hate the bitches and I don’t mind putting them to death, but I find putting them before a firing squad a messy way to eliminate them” Messa says. “I’d rather burn the witches at a stake.”
“My dear, I understand your contempt for executions by firing squad. It is a rather messy way to eliminate slaves but burning women to death has long been illegal and I fear these women have something more contemptable than me!”
“What could that be” Messa asks.
“Lawyers” Jollyrei replies. “Their elimination would be tied up in courts for years- they may even be free women by the time it winds through the courts- and you may be ordered to shoot them. I am with you but for a different reason. These slaves are all beautiful women and I would hate to collect them full of gunshot wounds. Have you considered hanging them? I’m sure there could be some court action but they will swiftly lose their appeals. And a hanged woman is a much neater collection than one full of holes!”
Messa is appalled! She practically screams at Jollyrei “How can you do that?!”
She has visions of Jollyrei lurking under a hanged woman.
Casually he replies “It is an efficient way to terminate someone’s life. Oh, she might pee a bit but the only damage to her body is where the rope might chaff her neck.”
“But it is legal?” Messa exclaims.
“Most certainly. Why even today in Brampton women are hanged for their crimes or serious charges! When a woman is accused of a charge and the court determines the charge is serious enough to hang her, she is bound and placed on a cart and taken to the gallows to be hanged.”
“They hang women based on charges?” Messa asks.
“Well, yes, if the charges are strong enough! Of course, the woman is stripped of her clothing before she is hanged. As I said, most of them… um… leak when they are hanged and there is no reason to soil clothing that will be donated to a needy lass. On the gallows she has the noose placed around her neck.
"With the noose around her neck, she must listen as the charges she has been found guilty of are read.
“After her charges are read, she is hoisted up and hanged.
“Usually the woman is dead in a quarter hour or less.
“Of course, they leave her hanged the rest of the day. It’s the best way to make an example of her” Jolllyrei concludes.
“So instead of shooting my slaves, you’re saying I can hang them” Messa asks.
“You may get sued by S.A.S.S. but I’m sure you will…” Jollyrei starts but Messa interrupts. “And I can use my premium French rope to hang them?”
“Messa, I suppose you can use whatever you like” Jollyrei says.
“Ow, that could make for a fun evening” Messa coos.