Joyce Weber’s adventure

[thehangingtree]

Joyce Weber lives Cruxton in the small country of Cruxtonia. She has a comfortable life allowed by the generous allowance given her by her parents, a wealthy couple that found it easier to send her money than put up with her youthful wild ways.



Her parents were children of the 60s brought up in a more conservative way and didn’t approve of Joyce’s amorous endeavors. Even with her allowance, Joyce found that she was more than appealing to the opposite sex that she could supplement her income by selling her desires to men who enjoyed them as much as she did. To mention Joyce was promiscuous would be an understatement but to say she enjoyed sexual activities that men would pay for would miss what she was willing to do for her pleasures.



There is a slight problem with Joyce’s side endeavors. The problem was not her promiscuity (which was enjoyed by her clientele) but her aversion to pay taxes on the income she made from it. Joyce was arrested and tried on tax evasion. She was found guilty and would be sentenced to an extended stay at the Cruxton Penal Colony for Women.



Joyce feared growing old in prison with hard labor replacing her sexual desires.



She appealed for a private conference with the judge to appeal her sentence. It is not recorded what went on is his private chambers.



Whatever did, her appeal must have been effective.



Joyce was set free with a suspended imposition of her sentence.



She was warned to make sure she paid her taxes on her income which she promised to do but as we will find out she would fail on miserably…

 

[dfg42]

Okay, we are all fucked by the government with those incredible extensive tax payments. When one can get free with a blow job like Joyce one lives in a very liberal state. I suppose that in the United States of Crucifixion Trump did not lost his election-

 

[Loxuru]

Her parents were children of the 60s brought up in a more conservative way and didn’t approve of Joyce’s amorous endeavors. Even with her allowance, Joyce found that she was more than appealing to the opposite sex that she could supplement her income by selling her desires to men who enjoyed them as much as she did. To mention Joyce was promiscuous would be an understatement but to say she enjoyed sexual activities that men would pay for would miss what she was willing to do for her pleasures.

Did no one mention to Joyce's parents, that there are outstanding specialised institutions to cure such wayward young women? A famous therapy, once invented by the illustrous doctor James Darwin, a man so brilliant, only jealous attitudes of his colleagues have prevented him for winning the Noble Prize for Medicine, he certainly deserved!.

 

[dfg42]

Did no one mention to Joyce's parents, that there are outstanding specialised institutions to cure such wayward young women? A famous therapy, once invented by the illustrous doctor James Darwin, a man so brilliant, only jealous attitudes of his colleagues have prevented him for winning the Noble Prize for Medicine, he certainly deserved!.

That might be interesting to get here into the details, I could imagine that either electro shocks, or extensive use of enemas might help, also crucifixions with some huge cornus might help to make the necessary medical changes. Today one might be interested in more soft methods in which the cure is done by forcing the nymphomanic to watch 3 hours a day of gay porn, or movies with Rocco Siffredi or from the "Buttman" series. That will cure her for sure.

 

[thehangingtree]

Joyce Weber was set free with the suspended imposition of her sentence. Seemingly free from the Cruxton Penel Colony for Women she went back to her life’s ways. This included selling herself for sex and her unfortunate habit of not paying taxes on that income.

One day she picked up a client named Tree. He was a bit older than she liked but he had the cash she demanded, so she turned a trick with him. For an old guy he wasn’t too bad. Well, he paid her well and he wasn’t as demanding as the younger men. As he got ready to leave, she asked him what he did for a living.



Tree said he was a lawyer but failed to mention he had never won a case. He told Joyce to call him if she ever got in trouble with the law. Joyce said she would keep him in mind.

Later that afternoon as Joyce was leaving the hotel to go home, she was met by a Cruxton policeman. He told her she was in violation of her suspended sentence and arrested her. To Joyce’s chagrin, he put her in handcuffs any paraded her past the people on the street.

Joyce protested saying she hadn’t done anything wrong. The cop replied “I’m sure you got paid for having sex.”

“So what if I did” she replied.

“Have you paid taxes on that income?”

Joyce knew the handcuffs were the least of her worries.”



At the Cruxton police station she was allowed one phone call. She had Tree’s business card and called him, explaining she had been arrested and needed help. That night, Joyce was brought before the night judge. Being in violation of her suspended sentence she came to court wearing nothing but the cuffs securing her wrists. Tree though they made a nice touch on her bare body.

When her hearing came up, Tree argued she had done nothing wrong. The judge asked him if had sex with Miss Weber. Tree tried to dodge the question saying what happened in the privacy of the hotel room was between Joyce and him. The judge ignored his evasive answer and asked if he had paid for her services. Tree replied “Not more than it was worth.”

The judge asked Joyce if she had kept up with her taxes. Tree objected siting that he thought Joyce’s case was about indecent activities.

Joyce leaned over and whispered to Tree “I thought you would be a better lawyer than you were at sex.”



Tree claimed he was just warming up. It didn’t matter. Joyce was hauled of the Cruxton Penal Colony where she would be sentenced and serve her time.



She had to endure lewd remarks from the guards as they took her mugshots.



She didn’t feel good about being there…

 

[thehangingtree]

Joyce Weber had been given a suspended sentence (after giving the judge a blowjob) but quickly returned to her ways once out of the jail. She continued to have sex with any man she could lure and continued to pay taxes on her earnings. The Cruxtonian court could easily forgive the former, but her repeatedly not paying taxes could not be overlooked. Joyce was arrested for both her continued evasion of taxes and violating the terms that had set her free. Joyce was brought to the Cruxton Penal Colony for Women where she would be tried for her crimes.

Joyce thought perhaps she would have to use her charms to get out of this difficulty. Sucking a dozen men’s cocks was not the worst thing she had ever done.



To her surprise, the court even hired the notable blue-state attorney Barbara Moore to represent her in her case. Though Barbara Moore put forth a brilliant case to defend Joyce, her arguments were hampered by the jurors ogling the defendant’s naked body.



It did not help matters when the prosecutor Montycrusto asked the jurors if a woman such as Miss Weber should be set free to seduce their young sons.



At the end of her trial the judges addressed Miss Weber. The chief justice noted that not only had she somehow escaped serving time at the prison doing hard labor, but with her new-found freedom she reverted back to her criminal ways.



Joyce listened solemnly and tried to look as repentant as she could while she stood naked in the defendant’s cage.



The judge continues “With the lenience already shown you, it is obvious that an extended stay in our penal colony would do you no good in mending your evil ways. Therefore I sentence you…”



Joyce leans forward and listens intently. She thinks ‘Maybe they will kick me out of the country!’

The judge clears his throat and announces “I sentence you to be hanged by your neck until you are dead!”

Joyce throws her head back, not believing what the judge has just said.



“You will be hanged a week from Saturday to allow spectators time to attend your execution. And, Miss Weber, you shall be hanged wearing the standard prison outfit.”

She slumps forward in disbelief.



‘Hanged to death- and done so naked! They can’t do this’ Joyce thinks in dread of her sentence…

 

[Loxuru]

(after giving the judge a blowjob)

Yes, Your Horror!

 

[Wragg]

‘Hanged to death- and done so naked! They can’t do this’ Joyce thinks in dread of her sentence…

You haven't read many Tree stories, Joyce...

 

[Loxuru]

You haven't read many Tree stories, Joyce...

To her surprise, the court even hired the notable blue-state attorney Barbara Moore to represent her in her case. Though Barbara Moore put forth a brilliant case to defend Joyce, her arguments were hampered by the jurors ogling the defendant’s naked body.

True! If Joyce would have been familiar with Tree stories, she would have known that taking an attorney in Tree's court is wasted money, since even the most brilliant one does not make a chance at all to win a trial, there!

 

[thehangingtree]

“No, that can’t be! You can’t hang me” Joyce exclaims with more than a touch of panic in her voice.

“Get this criminal out of here and make damn sure she doesn’t escape before we hang her” the judge roars.



Joyce is hustled down cinderblock corridors to the bowels of the prison. She is handed off to a female guard who is only slightly less built than the male ones who had her before. Joyce scrambles to keep up, crying out “I can’t take any bigger steps. You have my feet locked in shackles!”



“Tough shit, Joyce. Keep up” the guard snarls. “At least you won’t have to wear ‘em when they hang you. You’ll be free to kick your last!””

Joyce is placed in a dark damp cell. It is lit only with candlelight. If there is a way out she certainly couldn’t see it.


She lays down and still can’t believe they are going to hang her in just a few days.

Held constantly in the cell, Joyce has no idea how long she has been jailed. The only changes are the candles get replaced and something they call food is brought in intervals that hardly seem regular. If it wasn’t for her hunger, she wouldn’t eat what they brought.

At one point, a pair of men dressed as monks come to get Joyce. She doubts they are real clerics as they are not shy of fondling her as they escort her through the dark halls. She is impressed they seemed to know what would arouse her and at the same time convinces Joyce they are anything but celibate!

Joyce was near ready to tell the monks to satisfy her by taking her in the corridor but the thought they were part of them team that would be executing her popped into her mind and the idea of have sex with them repulsed her from doing so. The trio came to a heavy oak door that the monks opened and pushed her through. Joyce was led down stone steps where a third cleric was waiting. With anger in her voice she asked “Are you here to feel me up too?”

“No, Miss Weber, Archbishop Wragg sent me to hear your confession” the cleric gently replies.

“I don’t practice religion and I don’t want to be fondled like these two did on the way here” Joyce says.

“I am sure that these men were only encouraging your way here and whether you practice religion or not, I think confessing your sins will make your afterlife a more pleasurable experience.”



Joyce is pushed into a small dark box and the cleric enters one next to hers. He slides a panel open revealing the meshed metal that covers the window.

“Now, child, let us start your confession” the cleric sternly says.

“I have nothing to confess! I have done nothing wrong, and they are going to hang me for it!”

“Joyce, if I may address you by your name, there is the matter of your failure to render taxes to Cruxtonia, not once but even after you were generously given a suspended sentence” the cleric notes.

“But they can hang me for that” Joyce exclaims.

“Child, I can assure you they can. They will take you to the gallows and lead you up the stairs.”



“They will place you on a stool and put the noose around your neck. Their will be no remorse when they kick the stool from beneath your feet!”



Joyce still refused to confess her sins. She left the confessional filled with dread they would indeed hang her over the unpaid taxes. Joyce felt ill as the monks brought her back to her cell.



She’d have felt worse if the cleric had told her the state was selling tickets to her hanging and the church was getting a hefty amount of the profits…

 

[Barbaria1]

Though Barbara Moore put forth a brilliant case to defend Joyce, her arguments were hampered by the jurors ogling the defendant’s naked body.

At least they weren’t ogling my body!

It did not help matters when the prosecutor Montycrusto asked the jurors if a woman such as Miss Weber should be set free to seduce their young sons.

Since @montycrusto only speaks in limerick verse it hardly mattered because the juror’s couldn’t tell what he was getting at.

*********

We here at CF all love Tree’s special talent for completely off-the-wall irreverent humor. This story has some real gems in it.

 

[thehangingtree]

At least they weren’t ogling my body!

Um... Barbara, I think they were but there is required silence required in court.

...even when ogling!!!

 

[Barbaria1]

Um... Barbara, I think they were but there is required silence required in court.

...even when ogling!!!

Only heavy breathing is allowed?

 

[montycrusto]

the prosecutor Montycrusto asked the jurors if a woman such as Miss Weber should be set free to seduce their young sons.

Since @montycrusto only speaks in limerick verse it hardly mattered because the juror’s couldn’t tell what he was getting at.

Gents of the Jury, this slut
Will inspire lewd behaviour and smut.
She’ll corrupt all your sons,
Even well-behaved ones,
I can feel it deep down in my gut!

 

[montycrusto]

The bitch must be hanged by the neck,
Before their young lives she can wreck.
To the gallows please send her,
Where the hangman will end her.
We all know she’s guilty as heck!

 

[montycrusto]

Oh Jury-men, surely you know,
Such a hanging will make a great show.
Come along, see her strangle;
I’m sure I can wangle
Some seats in the very front row!

 

[Loxuru]

Gents of the Jury, this slut
Will inspire lewd behaviour and smut.
She’ll corrupt all your sons,
Even well-behaved ones,
I can feel it deep down in my gut!

The bitch must be hanged by the neck,
Before their young lives she can wreck.
To the gallows please send her,
Where the hangman will end her.
We all know she’s guilty as heck!

Oh Jury-men, surely you know,
Such a hanging will make a great show.
Come along, see her strangle;
I’m sure I can wangle
Some seats in the very front row!

There have been people in the courtroom fined for contempt to court for much less!

 

[montycrusto]

There have been people in the courtroom fined for contempt to court for much less!

You can’t fine ME, I’m the prosecco.. prosecutor..

 

[thehangingtree]

For Joyce, the last week of her life was filled with dread, fear, and a surprising number of ‘visitors’. A pair of them were a couple from France who came to Cruxtonia when they heard Joyce is going to be hanged in public. Such hangings are not unusual in Cruxtonia, but Joyce is somewhat of a celebrity and they came when they heard she was to be hanged with a crude noose made from Arkansas rope. Hanging a famous woman with such a rope offended them and Messaline and Judith volunteered to offer a Premium French Noose for Joyce’s hanging.



Of course, this would require them to visit the condemned woman to measure her for the noose. So they came to Cruxtonia to see Joyce, and even paid their own fare to get there!

Their meeting with Joyce starts out awkwardly as Joyce has yet to accept the idea of being hanged to death is in anyway fair or just. When Judith comes to fetch her from the visitor’s cage, Joyce asks her “Is it time already?”

Joyce puts her hands on her head prisoner-style.



Judith looks at her and says “We are not here to hang you. We just need some measurements.”

Messaline is less patient and grabs Joyce by the hair and pulls her out of the cage.



“Come on, girl. A premium French noose will hurt as much as an Arkansas one if you aren’t properly fitted to it” Messa explains.

Judith places Joyce’s hand in cuffs behind her back as Messa scolds Joyce “We have to fit you as you will be hanged. You wouldn’t want the noose to hurt you while it kills you, would you?”



“I don’t want the noose at…” Joyce starts but Judith kneels down at starts measuring, starting with her ankles.



“Being hanged by Cruxtonia is not a volunteer-type thing” Judith acknowledges as she moves the tape up to measure Joyce’s leg length from the floor to the tip of her hip. Messaline says “Start from the floor. I wouldn’t want her to break her neck!”



“She is 80 centimeters” Judith says.

They then measure Joyce from the floor to the top of her neck then Joyce’s height in total.



“She’s 160 centimeters tall” Judith says.

Joyce says “What’s that for? They are going to hang me by my neck!”

“Joyce, once you’ve been hanged, they have to put you in a casket to bury it” Messaline explains. “We are making sure you will fit without crunching your body up!”

Messa and Judith stand on either side of Joyce. Judith puts her hand around Joyce’s neck and states “The standard size loop will do.”



Joyce just about shits standing there hardly even hearing Messa say “You are all measured. All we have to do is get you noose made!”

Joyce feels her own pee trickle down her thighs…

 

[thehangingtree]

To say Joyce’s visit with Messaline and Judith was not taken well by Joyce would be an understatement. Her two guests were more interested in providing the government with a ‘suitable’ noose for her execution than they were about Joyce being sentenced to be hanged.

Joyce still can’t believe she is going to be put to death in a most public way just for not paying taxes. The thought of being hanged was terrible enough, but for it to be done before a crowd of paying spectators was more than she could stand. She wonders what it will be like to be brought to the gallows naked for all to see. She was at least grateful she will look appealing as she is brought out to be executed.



Joyce tries not to think about what being hanged will feel like.

It is another day nearer to her execution. Joyce looks out from her cell at another visitor, her defense lawyer. She asks “Did you come to gloat, too?”



Barbara Moore replies “Not hardly. I am writing a paper for my PhD about the travesties they call ‘justice’ they inflict on women as punishment.”

“Well, I hope you are a better writer than you are an attorney” Joyce huffs. “Otherwise, you won’t get your doctorate.”

“I am a damn good attorney. It was Montycrusto’s sleezy argument that no men would be safe if you weren’t silenced forever” Barbara retorts.

“He was quite convincing, if not really in bounds, with that argument” Joyce pulls up her hair and sighs “And in a couple of days I’ll be hanging by this jewel till I am dead.”



In a casual voice Joyce asks Barbara if she will be at her hanging. Barbara answers “Yes, but only for my paper. It would be hard to write about the injustice bestowed on you if I don’t see it happen.”

“And enjoy my last dance as I hang by my neck?” Joyce asks with anger edging her voice.

“Don’t be silly! It will all be over quick” Barbara says. She is lying, of course.



Barbara has read the details of Cruxton’s hangings in the Crux Chronicle (strictly for scientific research) and she does not mention the show that is put on before they hang the women nor the desperate thrashing the condemned women do as they hang from the noose. She felt there was no need to upset Joyce anymore than she already is.

“So, in two days they are going to hang you. What thoughts are in your head” Barbara asks.

Joyce sits on her bunk and toys with the shackles binding her ankles.



“What the fuck do you think is in my mind. They are going to hang me, not for my crimes, but for profit and the crowd’s entertainment. How do you think I feel?”

***

Barbara’s visit with Joyce ended with the hour allotted to her. She didn’t get much information that would help her paper other than Joyce was angry at everyone who would witness her hanging. She went back to the ‘Retreats at Cruxton Abbey’ where many of the guests there to see Joyce’s hanging. She was surprised to find Tree there as Archbishop Wragg was charging a fortune to stay there.

A monk took her drink order and she settled on the veranda to enjoy the scenery. Tree joined her clutching his drink and asked Barb how her visit with Joyce went.

Barb explains that Joyce is less than happy she is going to be hanged for tax evasion. Tree is not sympathetic, stating she could have gotten ten years hard labor instead but gave the judge head to avoid the time but that didn’t work out well. Tree says “Instead of a ‘suspended imposition of her sentence’ she got a real ‘suspended sentence’. There’s no way she isn’t going to hang this Saturday.”



Barb took a healthy drink of her wine and says “I’d have done the hard labor before I sucked a Cruxton judge’s dick!”



Tree has little reason to doubt her.



Almost casually he asks “Want to bet on how long she will last once she’s hanged?”