Kathy Summer Goes to Court

[thehangingtree]

In the late 1800s, Kathy Summer moved from eastern Canada to the western US. She settled in a far western town in Texas, near the New Mexico border. She found out rather quickly the skills she had learned in her Canadian boarding school had ill-prepared her for western living.



She pondered what she could do to earn a living in west Texas. Then it occurred to her she was quite adept in the bedroom.



Of course, such sexual activity was not part of the boarding school’s curriculum though the well-educated headmaster did assist with Kathy’s ‘education’!



Soon, Kathy would open a house of comfort (known now as a brothel) in the small town of Odessa, Texas. Business was very good, to say the least. Kathy serviced every man from robber barons that ran the railroad…



…to outlaw bandits.



She learned very quickly not to discriminate against paying customers! As said, business was very good for Kathy. In less than a year she put a small fortune in her mattress savings. Life had turned out alright for Kathy.



But good times can change rather quickly in the old west!

 

[thehangingtree]

Kathy made a bunch of money taking can of her clients at her business. She specialized in taking care of her patrons’ desires. This often called for doing things a ‘proper lady’ would not imagine doing.



She didn’t mind if the client got a bit enthusiastic.



Her philosophy was if the client was happy (and paid her services) and she was satisfied, a rambunctious romp in the hay was fine with her.



In fact her business was doing well enough that she could close the shop on Sundays and Mondays. She particularly enjoyed going for a long horse ride in the hills outside of town. Kathy would put on comfortable gear and head out in the outback.



However, this Sunday things do not go as Kathy has planned!

 

[Kathy]

In fact her business was doing well enough that she could close the shop on Sundays and Mondays. She particularly enjoyed going for a long horse ride in the hills outside of town. Kathy would put on comfortable gear and head out in the outback.



However, this Sunday things do not go as Kathy has planned!

What could go wrong on a sunny Sunday afternoon?

 

[Barbaria1]

What could go wrong on a sunny Sunday afternoon?

In a Tree story??? Where have you been poor girl?

 

[Loinclothslave]

Outback? You can borrow my RL horse...

 

[thehangingtree]

It is early Sunday morning when Kathy gets up to start her long ride. The sun has just cleared the horizon and she is anxious to enjoy a quiet day riding.



Fortunately, her night ended early as the cowboy fell asleep right after their time in the sack. It is midmorning when Kathy is startled by a cowpoke pointing a gun at her!


Her horse rears onto its hind legs but quick settles down. She dismounts and walks towards the gunman, explaining “I’ve got no money and I am not armed. All I’ve got is my horse. What do you want?”

The cowboy says “You look just like Kathy Summer. I think I got what I’m looking for!”



Thinking fast, Kathy lowered her raised hands and gracefully opens her shirt. With her generous breasts bared and quite exposed, she gracefully says “See, it is only me! You have nothing to fear from me!”


The cowboy seems unimpressed. He points his gun at her head and orders Kathy to remove her hat. She does so and cups the hat over her breasts and asks “You don’t like what you see?”



The man growls “I’m not here to see your tits!”

He orders her to kneel down then steps behind her and begins to tie her wrists behind her back. Kathy is convinced he is preparing to rape her. She says “You needn’t tie my hands. I am a better lay when I can use my hands!”


He jerks her to her feet and leads her to her horse. Kathy groans as he twists her shoulders. Gruffly he says “Listen, Summer, I ain’t here to get laid. You’re comin’ to town with me!”



With a total lack of grace, he picks Kathy up and heaves her over her saddle. She momentarily loses her breath and can’t speak right away. The cowboy mounts his horse and grabs Kathy’s horse’s reins. Laying over her saddle, Kathy looks at the cowboy.



She wonders if he is one of those type men. Anyone else would have willingly taken her! The cowboy looks back at her, smiles, and says “Taking you in is worth a hundred dollars to me. That’s what Judge Hangem’s bounty is for bringing you to his court!”

Hearing the judge’s name made Kathy wish being raped by the cowboy would have been the better option…

 

[Kathy]

Gruffly he says “Listen, Summer, I ain’t here to get laid. You’re comin’ to town with me!”



With a total lack of grace, he picks Kathy up and heaves her over her saddle. She momentarily loses her breath and can’t speak right away. The cowboy mounts his horse and grabs Kathy’s horse’s reins. Laying over her saddle, Kathy looks at the cowboy.



She wonders if he is one of those type men. Anyone else would have willingly taken her! The cowboy looks back at her, smiles, and says “Taking you in is worth a hundred dollars to me. That’s what Judge Hangem’s bounty is for bringing you to his court!”

This guy is an idiot , he thinks that 100 dollars is worth more to him then having me , his loss. I am sure I will find someone in town to help me.

 

[thehangingtree]

This guy is an idiot , he thinks that 100 dollars is worth more to him then having me , his loss. I am sure I will find someone in town to help me.

Don't bet the farm on false hopes...

 

[Loinclothslave]

This guy is an idiot , he thinks that 100 dollars is worth more to him then having me , his loss. I am sure I will find someone in town to help me.

I’m confidant you’re correct in monetary terms as well. One of the big reasons Wyoming was the first place to have universal women’s suffrage was madam cathouse owners wielding enough clout financially and politically to become mayors . You see they accrued small fortunes from lonely men facing a shortage of girls and the first place they’d invest is the local community because it is both nice and helps their business... smart men understood their power and value, that $100 judge is an idiot

 

[thehangingtree]

Kathy’s ride back to Odessa is less than comfortable as she is draped over her horse’s back. Town folks made crude remarks about her as she is led bare-chested to the courthouse. Men she recognized as customers would be denied her services in the future, she swore to herself.

The cowboy led her to court where he is paid the bounty on Kathy’s capture. Then she is led to court where she appears before an administrator. Kathy presence is not favorable for her as she is naked from the waist up and her hands are still bound behind her back. The bailiff announces to the administrator “Sir, I present Miss Kathy Summer to the court to be tried and hanged to death from the gallows in the town square.”



The administrator puffs on his cigar and asks “Are you Kathy Summer?”

She snarls “You know damn well I am! You knew my name when you spent the night with me last week!”

The administrator stands up and loudly proclaims “Silence, wench! I’d have you hanged today if we hanged people on Sunday!”

He hands the bailiff a rope that has a noose fashioned on one end and says “Take this prisoner to the jail and have her held until she’s tried. And give that noose to the jailer. I fear we’ll need it once Judge Hangem hears her case!”



Kathy’s face reflects the fear that is gnawing at her gut as she is led from the courthouse.

The trip to the jail doesn’t take long yet Kathy is appalled amazed by men who have enjoyed her services now yell vile remarks at her as though they have never been with her. The bailiff leads her into the jail where a deputy greets her. He sounds almost jovial as he says “Miss Summer, welcome to our jail. I hope you find your stay here at least somewhat comfortable before you are…”



“She ain’t been convicted yet so let’s not assume she’ll be hanged yet” the bailiff admonishes. “Here, take this rope. The administrator thinks Kathy might need it soon.”



The jailer takes the noose then unties Kathy’s hands. He puts her in a cell. There is only a hard, wooden bench that doubles as both her chair and bed.



She leans her head down and thinks ‘I never should have left Nova Scotia!’

Kathy’s Sunday gets worse as the day drags on. In late afternoon a Sir Wragg stops by the jail to see her. He looks her over and calmly says “No wonder they hired my firm to print fliers up announcing your hanging. You’ll look spectacular when they hang you next Saturday.”

“I haven’t been tried yet” Kathy objects.

Believe me, the Crux Chronicle didn’t send me here if they didn’t think the judge would find you guilty” he replies. He wonders how much her neck will stretch.



Kathy looks down at her bare chest and whimpers “They can’t hang me.”



Wragg shrugs and says “We’ll see on Saturday”

 

[Wragg]

Kathy’s ride back to Odessa is less than comfortable as she is draped over her horse’s back. Town folks made crude remarks about her as she is led bare-chested to the courthouse. Men she recognized as customers would be denied her services in the future, she swore to herself.

The cowboy led her to court where he is paid the bounty on Kathy’s capture. Then she is led to court where she appears before an administrator. Kathy presence is not favorable for her as she is naked from the waist up and her hands are still bound behind her back. The bailiff announces to the administrator “Sir, I present Miss Kathy Summer to the court to be tried and hanged to death from the gallows in the town square.”

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The administrator puffs on his cigar and asks “Are you Kathy Summer?”

She snarls “You know damn well I am! You knew my name when you spent the night with me last week!”

The administrator stands up and loudly proclaims “Silence, wench! I’d have you hanged today if we hanged people on Sunday!”

He hands the bailiff a rope that has a noose fashioned on one end and says “Take this prisoner to the jail and have her held until she’s tried. And give that noose to the jailer. I fear we’ll need it once Judge Hangem hears her case!”

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Kathy’s face reflects the fear that is gnawing at her gut as she is led from the courthouse.

The trip to the jail doesn’t take long yet Kathy is appalled amazed by men who have enjoyed her services now yell vile remarks at her as though they have never been with her. The bailiff leads her into the jail where a deputy greets her. He sounds almost jovial as he says “Miss Summer, welcome to our jail. I hope you find your stay here at least somewhat comfortable before you are…”

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“She ain’t been convicted yet so let’s not assume she’ll be hanged yet” the bailiff admonishes. “Here, take this rope. The administrator thinks Kathy might need it soon.”

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The jailer takes the noose then unties Kathy’s hands. He puts her in a cell. There is only a hard, wooden bench that doubles as both her chair and bed.

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She leans her head down and thinks ‘I never should have left Nova Scotia!’

Kathy’s Sunday gets worse as the day drags on. In late afternoon a Sir Wragg stops by the jail to see her. He looks her over and calmly says “No wonder they hired my firm to print fliers up announcing your hanging. You’ll look spectacular when they hang you next Saturday.”

“I haven’t been tried yet” Kathy objects.

Believe me, the Crux Chronicle didn’t send me here if they didn’t think the judge would find you guilty” he replies. He wonders how much her neck will stretch.

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Kathy looks down at her bare chest and whimpers “They can’t hang me.”

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Wragg shrugs and says “We’ll see on Saturday”

The eyeshadow suits me, don't you think?

 

[thehangingtree]

Monday comes and Kathy’s trial is to begin today. Kathy is brought to the courthouse wearing (for her) a most modest white dress. The jailer half drags her to the building.



Though Kathy is all too aware of what her sentence will be if she is found guilty, she has no idea what crime she is being tried for. She is hardly a willing participant in this kangaroo trial!

As it turns out, Kathy is accused of performing fellatio without swallowing her partner’s cum, although the judge and the court’s record only described her acts as ‘unnatural sexual activities’.

Judge Hangem takes a seat at his bench and after a long sip of his whiskey iced tea says “Miss Summer, you have been accused of conducting unnatural sexual activities. How do you plea?”

“Your honor, I plead ‘not guilty’!” Kathy bellows back.

“So, you are saying you do swallow when you give head?”

“Your honor, my activities of sexual behavior is not relevant to this court of law” Kathy protests without saying she would never swallow a man’s cum.



Judge Hangem is not convinced by Kathy’s argument. He recesses the court and brings Kathy to his private chamber. There he forces her to perform oral sex on him.



Kathy reluctantly agrees- well she is forced to suck his cock.



She does an admirable job...



…even if she is forced to suck his tool



But when she felt his cock start to throb she pulls her head back.



Even with her life on the line, she refused to swallow.

The judge reconvenes the trial and, after another large drink of whiskey sip of tea, announces “Miss Summer, you have been found guilty of performing unnatural acts.”



“Though the court is troubled by this sentence, I condemn you to be hanged by the neck until you are dead. This will occur this Saturday at four in the afternoon. May God have mercy on your soul…”

 

[thehangingtree]

Part 1

Monday through Friday nights the dreams are the same for Kathy. Wearing the white dress she wore to her trial she is led from the jail to the gallows in the square.



The crowd parts and lets her past through them on her way to be hanged.

When she gets to the gallows the sheriff’s men help her climb the steps to the waiting noose. On the platform, her hands are tied behind her back before the noose is placed around her neck.



She is moved onto the trapdoor. She feels the wood bow under her feet while the deputy pulls the noose over her head and tightens it enough so Kathy cannot escape.



He double checks the rope and is pleased with his work. He coldly notes the only place Kathy is going is down a few feet.



The minister steps up. Solemnly the deputy removes his hat and bows his head as the preacher begins to speak.


With her breasts heaving on her chest Kathy takes deep breaths as the preacher declares “That while mere men have sentenced Miss Summer to death by hanging, pray the Lord will find compassion in his soul to spare this wench from the eternity in hell so rightly deserves!”


The preacher turns to the deputy and says “Please pull the lever and hang this woman.”

 

[thehangingtree]

part 2

I am dressed in the white dress I wore to my trial. I was sentenced to hang to death then. Today is Saturday and I wear the same dress I was condemned to hang- and only the dress! My bare body rubs against the fabric and my nipples are teased by the fabric rubbing against them. The road is lined with men I have bedded. The words they say about me are nothing like they whispered to me while we shared a bed.

My legs are cooled by the air swishing under my dress yet the inside of my thighs are wet from both fear and anticipation of being in the biggest role I’ll ever have. The men help me up the steps- I don’t think I could have climbed them myself. At the top of the steps one of them tie my wrists behind my back. The rope is tight. He doesn’t care if it hurts.

I’m moved to stand on the trapdoor. I come as the deputy pulls the noose over my head and tightens the rope around my neck. My God, I come again!

The preacher addresses the crowd. He doesn’t seem too upset they are about to kill me. He wraps up his speech saying something about his god forgiving me then turns to the deputy and says “Please pull the lever and hang this woman.”

I turn and scream “DON’T DO…”



The lever is pulled and the trapdoor falls from beneath my feet. My plea becomes a scream. I fall through the hole the trapdoor once filled.



The slack of the rope is taken up almost instantly.



The noose snaps against my jaw, breaking my fall.



I try to breathe but I can’t draw any air. My feet sway below me searching for ground they can’t find. Without air, I am passing out. I feel someone’s boot press down on my shoulder.



How long I last seems like an eternity. I think someone shakes my body but I’m not sure.



They leave me hanged by my neck for what must be hours. They loosen the noose and my body falls to the ground. I wonder how many came by for a closer look.



-Kathy

“Hey lady, you better save your energy so you dance good when we hang you” the deputy yells at Kathy.

She doesn’t stop rubbing her clit.



Perhaps she is looking forward to being hanged…

 

[Kathy]

Hey lady, you better save your energy so you dance good when we hang you” the deputy yells at Kathy.

She doesn’t stop rubbing her clit.



Perhaps she is looking forward to being hanged…

Fake news and photo

 

[thehangingtree]

Fake news and photo

what deep insight!!!

 

[thehangingtree]

*

“Hey lady, you better save your energy so you dance good when we hang you” the deputy yells at Kathy.

Kathy achieves her climax and sits up in bed. She asks “What day is it?”



“It’s your big day! We’re hanging you today” he exclaims.

Kathy gets up and leans against the cell’s bars. With a sad-looking smile she asks “Are you going to watch?”



He replies “Never seen a woman hanged before. Hell, yes I am gonna watch! Now place you ass against the bars and stick you hands behind you.”

Kathy does as she is ordered but asks “Don’t I get a dress?”



“’fraid not. There’s gonna be a big crowd there. Everybody wants to see you hanged naked. It won’t hurt Judge Hangem’s concession business none, either” he says as he locks the iron cuffs around her wrists. “You’re gonna make a fine looking show when you hang from the gallows!”

He locks her ankles in shackles and escorts her from the cell.



Kathy has a hard time climbing the steps but the deputy says “Come on, girl. You don’t want to be late for the show!”

He places a collar around her neck and leads he down a dark hall of the jail.



Kathy only then realizes her dreams of wearing the dress she was convicted in was indeed just dreams. She is about to go to the gallows wearing nothing but the cuffs and her birthday suit!



It is hardly a good day for Kathy…

 

[Kathy]

She is about to go to the gallows wearing nothing but the cuffs and her birthday suit!



It is hardly a good day for Kathy…

That's an understatement.

 

[Loinclothslave]

I loved her in the dress. Far better than naked, which is too vulgar!

I have a real love for the fall of fabric across a woman’s body... heck, any body if it’s as gorgeous as that white dress you had on. I’d wear it if I thought it even looked a tenth as good on me... wait, why is nobody at all surprised that it’s me saying this?
Great story enormously enhanced by the dream sequence thank you

 

[Jollyrei]

In the late 1800s, Kathy Summer moved from eastern Canada to the western US.

Well, that's not going to turn out well, is it?

She pondered what she could do to earn a living in west Texas.

As one does. Why did people go to Texas again?

Life had turned out alright for Kathy.

The end. Oh, wait, there appears to be more.

What could go wrong on a sunny Sunday afternoon?

In a Tree story??? Where have you been poor girl?

Truer words...

The man growls “I’m not here to see your tits!”

She wonders if he is one of those type men.

So many people don't pay attention to the beauty that is right in front of them. Caught up in their own petty little lives.

Hearing the judge’s name made Kathy wish being raped by the cowboy would have been the better option…

So in the end, life has not, in fact, turned out alright for Kathy?