Sister Perpetua’s turn comes up and the irons are removed from her wrists (witches are not allowed such extra weight when they are hanged) but before she has her wrists tied behind her back she steps up to the waiting noose and grabs it. Looking at the coarse rope loop she asks the hangman “Could you lower it a bit?”
To the amazed delight of the crowd she pulls the noose under her chin…
…then pulls the knot behind her head.
The rope is so thick and rough! It is the perfect tool to send me to hell!
She pulls the knot down shrinking the loop closing the noose only enough to be satisfied she can be raised by it and brushes her hair out of the rope not wanting her hair to interfere with the bite of rope against her skin.
It feels alive as it scratches against my neck!
She adjusts the noose to where she thinks it will take its longest time to do its deadly work.
Her right hand feels the rope the hangmen will hoist her up with while her left hand holds the noose in place.
Is there a more perfect way to go? The three hanged before me all lasted well more than a quarter hour. The one next to me is still kicking pretty strongly. I look back at the spit racks and smell the aromatic smoke of hickory and apple wood coming from the bed of coals. I should still be alive when they take me down and skewer my body! With any luck I could still be alive when they put this vessel of Lucifer’s over the coals.
With the noose set Sister Perpetua tried to reach for hot wet cunt but the hangman grabs her wrists and crosses them behind her back before she can touch herself and a rough rope binds them there. She isn’t sure if what wets her thighs is cum or piss but her mind is filled with euphonium that she doubts any other witch hanged this week felt. The hangmen pull the rope and her flesh bunches above the loop on the side farthest from the coiled knot…
“What a fucking slut” a young man yells and is followed by someone yelling “Pull the witch up so she can dance for the Devil!”
Oh, yes, pull me up so I might entertain my lover! The bell tolls three times and I feel the tug on my noose! It’s my time!!!
The hangmen easily hoist the nun up and the noose tilts her head.
It begins with ‘teaser pull’ that forces me onto the balls of my feet. The second pull has my feet leave the deck. With each pull I rise higher above the crowd and I feel the vibration run down the rope and into my neck. With three long, strong pulls my feet are almost above the heads of the large men that just hoisted me up.
My naked body is swinging from the noose is displayed to all in the market square. Even though I cannot touch myself I have the most exquisite orgasm of my life!
I feel the rope vibrate and as I slowly spin from the rope I see them lowering the dead witch at the other end of the gallows. They toss her off the back of the gallows and place a noose around the next witch who will be hanged at the top of the hour. The stupid wench is crying and begging for mercy. Take it like I am you bitch! I twist around in time to watch them ram the spit into the dead witch’s ass, through her body, and out her mouth. Oh, how I hope I survive that long enough to feel the heat of the coals!
Below me a witch is placed to take over my noose. Could my quarter hour be over already? That wasn’t bad!
Sister Perpetua has been hanged less than three minutes at this point.
They make no move to take me down, and the euphoria of being hanged is fading rapidly. This is starting to hurt! My neck feels like my body wants to separate my head from it. Breathing is becoming difficult both by the pressure on my throat and phlegm building up that I can’t spit out and snot dripping from my nose. And the noose I had admired as thick and rough now feels like thin band saw wrapped around my neck! Tears blur my vision and no matter how hard I try I can’t free my hands tied behind my back. My feet search for purchase but find none. My erotic fantasy has become a painful reality!
Sister Perpetua has been hanged for just five minutes
Damn either let me down or let this be over! I’ll take Hell over this!
Less than half-way through the quarter hour Sister Perpetua is flailing wildly- they all do. At ten minutes into the hanging she loses control of bodily functions. The Reverend Lynch wishing to make sure all knew she had bellows “The witch has pissed and shat to try to purge Lucifer from her body but it be to no avail. He has his claws firmly clasped to her heart and soul! She will either die by noose or over the fires of Dorothy Brown’s roasting!”
If Lucifer is my lover I beg he takes me now. He does not…
Sister Perpetua is barely aware that she has been lowered to the gallows’ deck and can only groan as strong hands work to open the noose without regard to how much her tortured neck is jostled. She is tossed off the back of the gallows onto a wood table forcing the stale air from her lungs. She blinks and opens her eyes another witch is hoisted up with the same noose she had just occupied. She is rolled over to be face down and she realizes she is about to be run through with spit. This whole fantasy of hers has become a really bad idea and she passes out.
When she comes to she feels the warmth rising from hot coals and smells the apple and hickory smoke melding with the aroma of Dorothy Brown’s secret baste of honey, lemon, butter, and 14 herbs and spices . The horizon rotates before her eyes and she feels her body slip about as the iron cage she is bound in rotates and realizes it is she that smells cooking! She tugs with her arms and legs but again there is no escape. With a raspy voice brought on by her damaged neck she says “I was supposed to be spit-roasted!”
He keeps slowly turning the crack and says “If you were you’d be dead by now. The archbishop promised you’d be cooked. If you had died being hanged Dorothy would have spit-roasted you but since you didn’t you get done a live long-pig witch-meat. If you don’t like it you can take it up with Dorothy Brown in a few hours. She’s a bit busy now entertaining some American VIPs from Detroit.”
“A few hours- I can’t last that long!”
“Ah, Sister Perpetua I think you will last long enough to see the sun set and the harvest moon rise.”
…and in less than five hours Barbara Moore will go to the gallows.
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