Lolita Longcou’s judgement day

[thehangingtree]

Lolita Longcou’s judgement day

In the small town of Brampton, Cruxtonia lived a fair young woman named Lolita Longcou. She was considered quite attractive and was pursued by the eligible bachelors of the village in hopes of winning her hand in marriage (or at least a memorable one-night stand with her).



While Lolita warmed the hearts (and other parts) of the eligible men Lolita had other desires. One could hardly argue about her attractiveness, but Lolita held a secret.



You see, Lolita had a strong desire for people of her own sex. She would often meet them in secret rendezvous and engage in exploits that are forbidden to be discussed here.



As stunningly good-looking as Lolita was she attracted like-minded women who harbored the same passions Lolita had.



Many people thought Lolita was shy or playing hard-to-get. However, her lovers knew she neither shy nor hard-to-get. Lolita’s lovers knew there were no limits to Lolitia’s abilities or her acute sexual knowledge. Indeed, once trusted by Lolita, private satisfactions knew no bounds.



As mentioned, Lolita was not shy and would often meet several women in the woods near her property. One evening Lolita met with three other women to have idyllic fun in the woods.



One of the women there was the daughter of his eminence, Archbishop Wragg of the Cruxton Abbey. This would prove to be less than wise for Lolita as we will see…

 

[Wragg]

This would prove to be less than wise for Lolita as we will see…

Archbishop Wragg is not noted for his sense of humour...

 

[thehangingtree]

Archbishop Wragg is not noted for his sense of humour...

And I hear a strict disciplinary father, too! What will his daughter do???

 

[Loxuru]

Archbishop Wragg is not noted for his sense of humour...

'No sense of humour' is a basic job requirement for any archbishop!

One of the women there was the daughter of his eminence, Archbishop Wragg of the Cruxton Abbey.

By the way : an archbishop with official offspring : only in Cruxtonia?

 

[Wragg]

only in Cruxtonia?

Only Archbishop Wragg

 

[thehangingtree]

By the way : an archbishop with official offspring : only in Cruxtonia?

I never said he was Catholic!!!

 

[Wragg]

I never said he was Catholic!!!

Excommunicated.

 

[Hugin&Munin]

I never said he was Catholic!!!

No, that's quite different. After all, why does every good Catholic churchman have a housekeeper? And it is purely coincidental that so many of these housekeepers are so susceptible to wind pollination. (You remember? The one with the flower and the wind is blowing).

 

[Rias]

I never said he was Catholic!!!

oho maybe not catholic but cat-holic also gothic lolita propaganda for the win meow

 

[thehangingtree]

The sheriff of Rottinghamm county (where Brampton is located) happened to be passing through the forest when he stumbled upon Lolita and her three friends. The four women were quite naked and doing things with (to?) each other he had never seen done before. Not the brightest of fellows, Sheriff Lympcock stayed hidden in the brush observing the unnatural things the women were doing.

The sheriff could not stay hiding in the brush when the women turned their attention to Chastity Wragg. They began fondling her breasts and Chastity seemed to be falling into their spell. It must be noted that Chastity’s name hardly reflected her sexual activity and she was actually enjoying their intimate touches.

But Sheriff Lympcock could not stand idle. He burst from the brush and shouted “Desist what you are doing! Have you no respect for the archbishop’s daughter?”

Lolita looked at the sheriff and said “She likes what we are doing. Who the hell are you?”



The sheriff stuttered to get out the words, stammering “You all under arrest!”

Chastity, knowing the harsh realities of Cruxtonian ‘justice’ innocently exclaimed “They seduced me!”

She looked over at Lolita and said “She put a spell on me! She is a witch!



This did not deter the sheriff. Some of his deputies showed up and the women were taken into custody. They were allowed to put on their clothing before their wrists were locked in irons, rendering the women helplessly in the hands of Rottinghamm law enforcement team. Lolita's dress let her damn close to naked.

As Lolita was marched through Brampton as she was brought to the Brampton village jail, Deputy Bull commented “Witchcraft is a serious charge. You better get a good attorney.”

Shrugging her shoulders, Lolita said “I have bedded you. You have to admit I am pretty damn good but I am no witch!”



It did not change the fact that Lolita was placed in more irons and locked in a cell to await her trial.



Lolita passed the tome in her cell confident she would be set free.



‘I’ve fucked every man they could put on the jury. I dare them to find me guilty’ Lolita thinks…

 

[thehangingtree]

Lolita had been locked in the Brampton village jail to wait for her trial. She, like all accused suspects, was held without the benefits of any clothing. It is a Brampton tradition that a charged person is presumed guilty until they can prove their innocence in court.

Lolita peered from her cell, not at all pleased with her confinement. She had played games that involved bondage before. Men were generally rather courteous with her when they did such games.



There was the promise of sexual gratification with her if they ‘played nice’. They women seemed more interested in how much they could torment her as if doing so was enough pleasure for them.



To be honest, Lolita enjoyed their tortures as much as they enjoyed giving them out.

But being in the Cruxton jail was different. As opposed to sexual bondage games, Lolita had been charged with seducing the archbishop’s daughter by casting a spell on her. And if she was found guilty the penal codes for justice were barbaric at best.

Lolita looked from her cell and hoped the barrister the court would provide for her defense was skilled at his task.



The other women taken into custody had very different fates from Lolita’s. One was the daughter of the church’s largest donor, and she was released on some legal technicality. Another was the governor’s niece and somehow charges were never filed against her and she too was quietly released.

Chastity Wragg’s case was more complicated. An ace reporter from the Crux Chronicle had covered her arrest and had it run as front-page news. Spile Sharp was a well-respected man in the media business and as he said “Don’t do the crime if you can’t serve the time.”



So Chastity would have to stand trial. To get her off the charges against her, Archbishop Wragg brought in the notable law professor Barbara Moore from the University of the Virgin Martyrs. Professor Moore gave a brilliant defense portraying Chastity seduced by a spell placed on her by Lolita. She closed her argument by asking “How could you subject this innocent woman to the horrors a convicted person would face?”



Of course, Professor Moore’s defense of Chastity was made-up bullshit but it was delivered flawlessly and Chastity was found innocent of all the charges against her and was set free.

Lolita’s trail followed in the next court session. She was provided a defense attorney that provided a brilliant defense.



Her attorney’s words may have fallen on deaf ears. For all Mr. Tree’s eloquence, the jury consisted of twelve men far past their age of sexual desires by the time Lolita became promiscuous. In took only a few (shouted) sentences to convince them Lolita was guilty of all charges the state brought against her.



Their verdict was a resounding ‘guilty’ of all charges brought against Lolita Longcou.

Bracketed by armed guards, the naked and cuffed Lolita had to listen to the sentence Judge Hangem handed down.



“Lolita Longcou, you have been found guilty of all the long list of charges brought against you. Naturally, you are condemned to death and will be hanged by your neck until you are dead. However, I find it necessary that you understand of the grievous nature of your actions and order you to be educated in the town square the afternoon before you are hanged” the judge ordered followed with a defining rap of his hammer.

Lolita’s day in court is over. It has not gone well. She is led out of the building and tossed on a horse. She is taken back through town to the jail to wait for her sentence to be carried out.



It wasn’t that far of a ride but what the crowd was yelling made Lolita wonder what her ‘education’ would be.

 

[Barbaria1]

Of course, Professor Moore’s defense of Chastity was made-up bullshit but it was delivered flawlessly and Chastity was found innocent of all the charges against her and was set free.

Taking a bow. Let’s see Tree beat THAT!

Lolita’s trail followed in the next court session. She was provided a defense attorney that provided a brilliant defense.

What a joke that is!

 

[thehangingtree]

What a joke that is!

Humor the author, please!!!

 

[Wragg]

sheriff of Rottinghamm

Chastity’s name hardly reflected her sexual activity

She looked over at Lolita and said “She put a spell on me! She is a witch!

Like father, like daughter...

‘I’ve fucked every man they could put on the jury.

Of course, Professor Moore’s defense of Chastity was made-up bullshit but it was delivered flawlessly and Chastity was found innocent of all the charges against her and was set free.

Honestly, Tree.

The one case you delegate to Barb and she only goes and gets the defendant acquitted!

only a few (shouted) sentences

Now I need to go a lie in a darkened room...

 

[thehangingtree]

Lolita has been convicted and sentenced to be hanged to death. While having her young life ended by being hanged to death by her neck is a grave concern for Lolita, she still does not know what her ‘education’ session will mean for her. Even trying to bribe the guards does not gain her any information. The guard tells her only that it is something the archbishop had cooked up. Lolita said that she should not have to submit to the whims of the cleric. She offered him everything, but he seemed uninterested.



“Look, you fucked his daughter. Whatever he does to you, take it as one of your life’s lessons” he said.

It is over a week till Lolita’s date with the gallows. She has turned out to be very profitable for the government of Brampton. People were willing to pay good money for a tour of the jail to get a close look at the woman they would see hang to death a week from then.



For Lolita it is a dreadful wait. She has seen them hang women in the town square. She had enjoyed watching them being brought onto the gallows and have the noose draped around their necks.



Even watching their last struggles as they hanged by their necks was entertaining.



A pair of the gawkers was two well-dressed women. They stood on the outside of the bars of Lolita’s cell and talked about her as if she were a mannequin. One of them commented “So this is the woman they are going to hang tomorrow!”

“Yes, Judith, and now you know why I donated one of my Premium French Nooses! She will dance a long time before she chokes to death” Messaline exclaimed.

“I can’t wait to see her hang” Judith replied.



This did not sit well with Lolita. She had visions of her final dance as she hanged from the noose.



The next day the guards came and tied Lolita’s hands behind her back. Her lawyer escorted her out of the jail. Lolita huffs “You weren’t able to talk them out of doing this?”



Tree answered “I’m a better lawyer than I am at getting you pardoned…”

 

[thehangingtree]

Tree led Lolita to the door of the jail. They are met by a guard who locks an iron collar around her neck. Lolita snarls “This is hardly necessary!”

The guard replied “You wouldn’t be the first to try to run away.”

He took the attached lead and towed her by the chain down the last bit of the hall. Lolita glares at him thinking ‘I won’t run. If you are going to string me up, I show ‘em how it’s done with pride.’



The heavy door swung open and the guard led her into the street. Lolita is somewhat surprised by the crowd that has shown up for her naked march to the square.



She could do nothing but follow the guard. Her hands were bound behind her back, and he tugged her neck with the chain lead. The crowd was not shy with their comments about the nude woman being paraded past them. Lewd remarks were freely shouted at Lolita, and it must be noted Lolita was shy at shouting them back.

She called them scums of the kingdom and asked if they thought watching her being hanged would get them the archbishop’s pass to heaven.



Lolita was about to enter the village square when she was met by Archbishop Wragg. The archbishop looked over Lolita’s body clothed only with the rope binding her wrists and the collar locked around her neck. After staring a bit longer than need be, the archbishop cleared his throat and noted “You have a foul mouth, young lady. Perhaps as the noose closes around your neck your vocabulary might become less profane!”

“Don’t think I don’t know it was on your word that they are going to hang me today. Fuck you and whatever god you supposedly represent” Lolita hissed.

“Now, child, you will have time to pray for your forgiveness while you undergo your education before they hang you” the archbishop said in a scornful voice.

“What do you mean” Lolita asked.



“You shall soon find out” the archbishop replied. “Take her to the stand.”

Lolita was led into the town square. There was a new platform set off to one side. She was led up the stairs and in the middle of the platform stood an imposing pillory. The guard led her to it and Lolita asked with a voice reflecting her panic “What is this for?”



“I’d say it is part of your education” the guard replied…

 

[thehangingtree]

Lolita stood before the pillory. She couldn’t remember being even spanked as a child. Her executioner steps up behind her and starts to untie her wrists. She had seen women taken to the square, stripped, tied to the post and whipped.



Though all of them screamed and shrieked as they reacted to the lashes of the whip, Lolita always found their punishment somewhat more than exciting. Then as it was now, her thighs were warmed by the juices oozing from her pussy. As the executioner tugged at the rope binding her wrists, Lolita asked “Does it hurt much?”

The executioner said “Never done it or had it done to me.”

Lolita’s eyes widen when he adds “I’m just the hangman… I’ll see you in a bit.”



Once her hands were freed, the pillory’s top bar was raised to allow her neck and wrists to enter the coves cut in the wood. Lolita leaned forward and placed her neck and arms in the appropriate coves. If she was asked, she would have to admit she came as she surrendered to the pillory.



The top beam was lowered and locked in place. Lolita was confined in the pillory waiting for the sting of the whip. She thought being whipped would be painful, but the alternative was going to the gallows and be hanged to death. She took a perverse pleasure in her brief reprieve from the noose.

The governor of Rottinghamm and his wife walked up to the pillory. In a commanding voice he proclaimed “By the guidance given by his excellence Archbishop Wragg, Miss Longcou will learn the accepted way to use her sexual blessings. She will have intercourse and be sodomized by a pair of volunteers from Brampton!”

“What the fuck did you say?” Lolita exclaims in an unveiled protest.



“You shall be screwed and buggered” the governor’s wife snaps back. “It is high time you learn how to satisfy a man instead of dallying with women.”



“Of course, you will still be hanged once you have pleased them” the governor adds.

“YOU CAN’T DO THAT TO ME!” Lolita shouts. “It is not right and there are people watching!”



Two men walk up to Lolita. One is proudly naked and the other has disposed of his pants. Neither seems shy about using Lolita before the crowd. They both spout impressive hard-ons.



One of they asked Lolita “You want to wet these down before we take you?”

Disgusted by the thought of sucking their cocks but completely repulled by the thought of a dry cock spearing her ass, Lolita grimaces and groans “I’ll suck them both.”

The man without pants steps in front of the bent-over woman and loudly commands “Open wide!”

Lolita reluctantly does so.



She nearly chokes as his cock files her mouth and probes the opening of her throat.



The man found her technic quite satisfying and took an amazingly long time to come…

 

[thehangingtree]

Giving the men a blowjob was meant to make their erections somewhat more tolerable when they took Lolita ‘doggy-style’ and anally raped her. But the truth is the men were not volunteers and they were not concerned with what Lolita thought of being screwed by them in front of the crowd that turned out to see her hanged. The men were highest bidders in an auction run by the archbishop and neither the archbishop nor the men cared about what Lolita thought of being violated before she was hanged.

Lolita made her rapes quite an amusing show for the spectators. Naked and bent over locked in the pillory she was not able to resist what defilement the state had ordered her to suffer. Her wrists and neck may have held her bent over and vulnerable to the men’s assault but her mouth was free to shout whatever was on her mind.

Lolita could not see behind her as the men circled behind the pillory but she knew what they intended to do. Loudly she screamed “You can’t rape me, you scums. I am a lady! You can’t…”



But her protests fell on deaf ears or were drowned out by the cheering crowd. It was only the noise her shoulders made slapping against the pillory when the man thrusted into her or her jaw smacking the wood when he pulled back for another thrust that quieted the crowd. The contortions on her face showed her discomfort but only drew lewd shouts from the people watching.



The second man took over after the first was done raping Lolita. He was less worried about Lolita’s comfort and aimed his erect cock at the rosebud that marked the opening to her ass. He thrust in violently, burying his shaft full depth with his penetration. He continued humping her rear showing no concerns for her cries of agony. Lolita was reduced to tears as he hammered her runp.



Even when he filled her bowels with his semen and pulled his cock out of her rear, she stayed bent over waiting for whatever the next assault would bring.



Lolita would not have a long wait. The crowd started throwing old vegetables and fruit at her. It seemed like the thing to do. After all, later that day Lolita would be hanged to death and Tree’s Vegetables Wagon was selling his old stock pretty cheap. Old fruit and tomatoes splattered on Lolita’s body and face. By this time she was not shy about shouting vulgarities at the people hurling food at her.



One of the caretakers of the Cruxton Abbey comes up to the platform and snarls “It won’t be soon enough that they hang you! I haven’t heard such filth from a sailor’s mouth!”



It was getting near evening and it was important that Lolita was hanged while there was enough light for the crowd to see her final dance. She was taken from the pillory and a guard tied her hands behind her back. Lolita complained “Ow, that’s too tight!”

The guard laughed and said “In an hour or so, you won’t even notice it!”



He led Lolita off the platform.



It wasn’t a long walk to the gallows…

 

[thehangingtree]

That Lolita was condemned to be hanged to death was not terribly newsworthy in Brampton. There existed a long tradition of executing women by hanging them in the town square. The women’s executions were, for the women being executed, horrific affairs that evoked animated dances as they hanged by their necks.



It may have been a crude way to put a woman to death, but one could hardly argue with its effectiveness.



Over time, the science made hanging a more effective way to put a woman to death. It had been discovered a long drop would stun a woman if it did not kill her immediately by breaking her neck. Brampton though was a town that embraced its past and it did not embrace such advances in the hanging technique. Instead, women were still hanged as they were for centuries, hoisted up by a rope fixed around their necks to suffer the slow strangulation as their bodies tightened the noose around their throats.

There was one change that Brampton adopted. Lesser-known condemned women were hanged in groups.



It was found such mass hangings drew a much larger crowd, enhancing adult beverage sales and collected sales tax revenues. Such traditions were still practice when Lolita was sentenced to be hanged where multiple women could be hanged from the expanded gallows.



But Lolita’s execution was to be a solo affair. To entertain the crowd she was subjected to the archbishop’s education that had her defiled before the cheering crowd by a pair of lecherous men who raped and sodomized her as she was locked in the pillory. Next, Lolita was marched through the crowd from the pillory’s platform to her date on the gallows. The governor even had a special guest, Shiek Shoque Ahbzorbah, escort Lolita across the square as she came from the pillory to the gallows to be hanged to death.



Although Lolita found the walk degrading being march naked to the gallows to be hanged, liquor sales soared at the crowd needed to wet their parched throat so they could yell vile things at Lolita as she was hanged.

When they got to the gallows, Lolita was both reluctant to climb the steep stairs and, with her hands tied behind her back, would have had a difficult time climbing the steps. Fortunately, the hangman had help guiding her up the stairs with monks from the Cruxton Abbey.



As she arrived at the top of the steps, Lolita could see the noose dangling before her.



It was only a short time before she would wear the noose and hang to death from it…

 

[thehangingtree]

Lolita is on the gallows’ platform. Her mind is full of confusion and panic. She stares out at the bloodthirsty crowd and her mind races.

I made it! I am here on the gallows… What good has that got me? They are going to hang me here. The jailer told me I only hang from the rope… it is the weight of my body that will close the noose… The crowd- they are cheering wanting to see me hanged! What is wrong with them? I slept with more than a few of them… Fuck you all… can’t you see what they are going to do to me? My hands are tied behind me and the damn noose waits for my neck! They are going to hang me! -Lolita



Lolita is pushed towards the noose by a guard. She rises on her toes instead of walking with the push.



Fuck you if you think I am going willingly to the noose!

Someone yells at the guard to back off from Lolita. He huffs and steps away. A monk takes his place and calmly says “It is time, Lolita. Don’t fight what will happen!”



The hangman steps towards Lolita and says “Everyone is waiting. It is time for you to be hanged.”

Lolita moans “Don’t do this! Don’t hang me!”



But the hangman pushes her towards the stool and with resignation she climbs onto it, rising even higher above the crowd.



As Lolita stands on the stool, one of the hangman’s assistants grabs the noose and waves it before her face.



“This will look good squeezing your neck shut” he snarls. He hands the noose to the hangman. The hooded man reaches for the noose. Instead of pulling the loop of rope over her head, he hands it to a man who paid good money to place the noose around Lolita’s neck. He pulls the thick rope over her head and secures her neck in the hemp rope.



His work done, the man steps away to allow the hangman access to tighten the loop around Lolita’s neck.



Lolita curls her face as the coarse rope scratches her flesh. The hangman steps back and announces “Lolita Longcou is ready to be hanged!”



‘Quit fucking with me and get this over with’

But Lolita has forgotten the art of the hanging…