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Magistrate
A tall and nice looking man wearing a fifty dollar suit, Mr. King cut a strong and striking appearance. The condemned woman could tell the man had a professional attitude about himself, even as a hangman.
“Pleased to meet you Miss Blue, even under these circumstances. I know you are under a lot of stress with what you are going through but let me assure you that I am here to help you through this. I've done this before.”
“Thank you Mr. King. I do appreciate your service as I know your reputation is one of high regard. If you please, I will do everything you ask. I don’t want to act the fool tomorrow. Please tell me what you want me to do and what I should expect,” the woman replied.
“Just follow my directions tomorrow. Can I say you are of medium height and weight?”
“Well sir, I am not too tall but not too short either. I guess you figure my weight and height by sight, right? You want me to strip so you can really see me,” she said, winking to the man while surrendering a quaint and sexy smile as she raised her eyebrows.
“You are funny young woman Miss Blue,” the hangman responded. “To be truthful, yes, I would like to eye your nude body,” as he flashed a responding smile and directed glance toward the woman. The Hangman would have loved the pleasure of not only looking at the nude body of the woman but would have given more than a dime to fuck the lady. He wasn't happy that he had to send such a beautiful female to her death.
“Well, I am sure glad that I have a real man that is going to execute me, not some old pervert that just likes hanging people,” she said.
The hangman stood, walked over to the woman, bent down and whispered “if you wish, I can make sure you can enjoy the time you are on the rope, you know what I mean? You know what I mean. And if you need explaining, I can.”
Without hesitation, the woman responded in kind, “yes, I know what you mean and yes, please let me come during my hanging. I want to experience a total satisfaction orgasm on that gallows. I want the earth to move. Maybe I'll stroke out before my brain starts wanting some air. Please help me do this Sir.”
The whispering continued as neither the woman or her hangman wanted anyone to over hear the conversation. A couple of deputies were in the front jail area, but not presently in ear shot.
“I will adjust the rope just enough for you to come while you hang. I'll make you tingle from your toes to your brain. You'll fight the rope, but that's not what you will really be doing. I'll rock your would in your last seconds on earth. I will not let the drop break our neck. You will be wearing a hood and the crowd will not notice your excitement. Girl, it’s your responsibility to get yourself in a sexual frame of mind, that is, work yourself up just before you hang. With men you can tell the ones having erections. With the female, nobody will know but you and me. The way it works is that with a lack of air during your time on the rope, your orgasm will intensify and I promise you will die in a heighten state of sexual bliss.”
“The Sheriff did me last night in this cell. It was intense. Will this be better?”
“The Sheriff did you did he? I know, he told me. He told me you were very sexual and that you used sex to get bad things off your mind. Well, it will be something you never experienced, ever. You will be happy when you die my girl.” The Hangman lied. She would be happy for the time her brain did't know it was dying, but once it fought for the air that would never come, her brain would send out the most horrible of horribles, strangulation. She would die a death that nobody would want, ever.
“I want to go out going off. Make that happen for me Mr. King.”
“It’s a done deal,” the hangman said. “When we meet tomorrow just let me do my business and you will do fine. Don’t worry, you won’t feel any pain.” The hangman left the cell and would keep his appointment with the woman tomorrow at noon in the lot next to the jail. He would keep his secret. Miss Blue would die a painful death on the rope.
Mrs. Wright, the town’s best dress maker was the next to see Miss Blue.
“Tell me what you have for me,” Miss Blue asked the middle aged woman.
“How about a nice dress with all the fixings,” she responded. “That included a nice petty skirt and a pair of white flat slippers.”
“Matching undergarments included?” Miss Blue wanted to look the part tomorrow.
“Yes, all white, not to miss match your dress. I will be here tomorrow at ten in the morning to help you dress, fix your hair, and add any make up at your pleasure. The hangman stopped me as he was going out and said something about making a quick visit tomorrow with you just before ten. He said you would approve.”
“Good,” the Miss Blue said. “Did he say anything else to you?”
“Yes, he told me to fix you up nicely as you are the most heavenly creature that he will ever hang. I think he is smitten with you. He really likes you, I could tell.”
“I like him Mrs. Wright. He is a gentleman, even if he is going to hang me tomorrow. Yes, I like him very much.”
With that Miss Blue had one last visitor, that being the mortician and owner of Green’s Funeral Parlor the only one in Wolf City. Mr. Green, a balding man of fifty or so years, was a popular man in the town, and was well respected by everyone in the county.
“Sorry to have to meet you today, but I need your final directions Miss Blue. Your parents have turned everything over to you as you are of age. Tell me what want and I will do my best to follow your wishes,” the mortician stated.
“I will leave everything in your hands Mr. Green. I want no funeral. I do wish to be taken care of, you know, embalmed and such. I understand once Doctor Miller pronounces me dead he will turn my body over to you. As I say, I want to be embalmed, and then displayed in your finest viewing room for two days. After that, bury me in Memorial Park. Mrs. Wright will do my dressing and makeup for the presentation. She knows what I want. As for you Mr. Green, please protect my corpse. Don’t let some pervert mess with me. I trust that you will see to that.”
“Sure Miss Blue. I will have complete security for you day and night through your burial. You need not worry.”
“And one other thing Mr. Green. If you want, you can take as many photographs of me as you wish, of my corpse after my death. If you take them of my naked body, those are for your private collection only. I was told by a friend that you do take photographs of your subjects. I will be one of your subjects is that so Mr. Green?
“Yes, you are going to be one of my subjects. I will do as you wish. I promise not to allow the photographs to surface in the community. They will be for my viewing only. Thank you for allowing this Miss Blue.”
“You are welcome Mr. Green. You will see that I have a very nice body. Please take care of my body, please. I will see you tomorrow. That is you will see me tomorrow, me as in cadaver that is. I won’t be seeing anyone after noon tomorrow.”
As Mr. Green left, Miss Blue had wanted to tell Mr. Green that if he so desired, he could have his way with her corpse if he wanted. She figured that he needed no invitation, that Mr. Green did what he wanted with “his” subjects, invitation or no invitation. She put a smile on her face with that thought.
Kat dreamed of another visit on the last night of her life but it didn’t come. She had a light supper, dressed for bed, and closed her eyes once she lay down on the old bed. It didn’t take but a few minutes and the young woman was taking her last nights’ sleep. The early morning light come through the bared window of the cell and by half past six she was again awake, thinking about the situation she was in and how to prepare for it.
“Good morning Miss Blue,” the Sheriff said as he looked through the cell bars. “Sorry about things. What can I get for your breakfast?”
“Your call Sheriff. I am not particularly hungry. I would like some milk to drink.”
“Good, I’ll just put some bacon and toast and jelly and you can eat it if you want. Milk on the way.”
“Thanks Sheriff. Are you going to escort me to the gallows? I need someone strong to help me get up on that structure. It does scare me.”
“Yes, I will. I talked with Mr. King and he said he wanted me to escort you. He told me to help you. I will be at your service”
“No. I will be thinking about our night together today while I am up on that scaffold. That is a fact Sheriff. You are a very nice man and I think about you.”
“Well, thank you Kat. You are a fantastic woman if you hadn’t already figured that out. I truly wish you didn’t have to come to an end today. I think we could have had something going.”
“Well, let me go, and I won’t tell,” the woman said, smiling.
“I am truly sorry,” the man said as he turned and went to retrieve the breakfast.
After eating Mrs. Wright came to help Miss Blue dress.
“Let me fill you in Kat. I don’t want to upset you but I have to tell you that when you are hung you might have an accident and mess yourself. If you want I can give you panties that have a rubber lining that could catch anything that might appear. Do you want to wear them?”
“No, I decided that if it happens it happens,” the young woman replied.
With that the prisoner dressed in her white dress. A well endowed but firm and young woman, she was going to go bra less and her silk panties fit perfectly. She was going to look stunning today nobody was going to stand in her way. With her blond hair flowing freely, she asked that Mrs. Wright tie it into a pony tail that would be flipped to her right side immediately before being hooded and noosed. She told Mrs. Wright that she wanted to wear the matching white slipper but just before her mounting the gallows stairs she wanted to slip out of them and take the seven stairs barefoot She wanted to hang with her feet free of closure. She had pretty small feet and unblemished pink toes. The audience was in for a full show.
Dressed and ready, Kat looked into a mirror in her cell and brushed her hair, putting every strand in its proper place.
“I don’t know why they don’t like me,” she said Mrs. Wright.
Overhearing her comment, the Sheriff came close to the cell bars.
“You shot the most important man in the city. The railroad jobs feed half of the mouths of the city. They don’t like you for that, and plus, you are the most beautiful woman in town,” the Sheriff commented.
“Yes, Sheriff, you are right,” responded the woman. “I tried to kill the dreams of the people of the town.”
A deputy appeared in the jail hall and to the Sheriff that it was time and everything was ready. The Sheriff looked down at his watch, glanced up and nodded.
“Kat, its time. Ten minutes to noon.”
“I’m ready,” Kat agreed.
Miss Katherine Blue, with the Sheriff of Wolf City on her right arm, led by two deputies in front and one behind, walked out the jail door to be met by a crowd of three hundred men woman and children. They were silent. Turing to the right, they took a short walk down the jail porch that led to the lot next to the jail, which was filled with over another hundred witnesses with a large wooden structure located in the back third of the grass barren dirt ground. Miss Blue took a glance at the people in the audience, not trying to make any direct eye contact with any one particular. Looking up at the gallows, she saw one single rope hanging down from the cross beam. The rope sent tingles through her body, her heart began to beat faster, and almost at once womanhood began to moisten as her body began to get sexually turned on. She knew this would happen, as the hangman told her to center her being on erotic thoughts.
All these people are looking at me and I know the men would like to have me and the women are all jealous of my body. I am going to give them what they want.
Stopping at the first step leading up to the rope Miss Blue slipped one foot, then the other, out of her slippers. Looking down at her pretty toes, she felt her sexual urges tone up, just like the foreplay she would pleasure herself with when being done by a man. The Sheriff, noticed her perfect toes.
“Nice Kat. You have done yourself good. The pink toe polish is a nice touch.”
“Pleased to meet you Miss Blue, even under these circumstances. I know you are under a lot of stress with what you are going through but let me assure you that I am here to help you through this. I've done this before.”
“Thank you Mr. King. I do appreciate your service as I know your reputation is one of high regard. If you please, I will do everything you ask. I don’t want to act the fool tomorrow. Please tell me what you want me to do and what I should expect,” the woman replied.
“Just follow my directions tomorrow. Can I say you are of medium height and weight?”
“Well sir, I am not too tall but not too short either. I guess you figure my weight and height by sight, right? You want me to strip so you can really see me,” she said, winking to the man while surrendering a quaint and sexy smile as she raised her eyebrows.
“You are funny young woman Miss Blue,” the hangman responded. “To be truthful, yes, I would like to eye your nude body,” as he flashed a responding smile and directed glance toward the woman. The Hangman would have loved the pleasure of not only looking at the nude body of the woman but would have given more than a dime to fuck the lady. He wasn't happy that he had to send such a beautiful female to her death.
“Well, I am sure glad that I have a real man that is going to execute me, not some old pervert that just likes hanging people,” she said.
The hangman stood, walked over to the woman, bent down and whispered “if you wish, I can make sure you can enjoy the time you are on the rope, you know what I mean? You know what I mean. And if you need explaining, I can.”
Without hesitation, the woman responded in kind, “yes, I know what you mean and yes, please let me come during my hanging. I want to experience a total satisfaction orgasm on that gallows. I want the earth to move. Maybe I'll stroke out before my brain starts wanting some air. Please help me do this Sir.”
The whispering continued as neither the woman or her hangman wanted anyone to over hear the conversation. A couple of deputies were in the front jail area, but not presently in ear shot.
“I will adjust the rope just enough for you to come while you hang. I'll make you tingle from your toes to your brain. You'll fight the rope, but that's not what you will really be doing. I'll rock your would in your last seconds on earth. I will not let the drop break our neck. You will be wearing a hood and the crowd will not notice your excitement. Girl, it’s your responsibility to get yourself in a sexual frame of mind, that is, work yourself up just before you hang. With men you can tell the ones having erections. With the female, nobody will know but you and me. The way it works is that with a lack of air during your time on the rope, your orgasm will intensify and I promise you will die in a heighten state of sexual bliss.”
“The Sheriff did me last night in this cell. It was intense. Will this be better?”
“The Sheriff did you did he? I know, he told me. He told me you were very sexual and that you used sex to get bad things off your mind. Well, it will be something you never experienced, ever. You will be happy when you die my girl.” The Hangman lied. She would be happy for the time her brain did't know it was dying, but once it fought for the air that would never come, her brain would send out the most horrible of horribles, strangulation. She would die a death that nobody would want, ever.
“I want to go out going off. Make that happen for me Mr. King.”
“It’s a done deal,” the hangman said. “When we meet tomorrow just let me do my business and you will do fine. Don’t worry, you won’t feel any pain.” The hangman left the cell and would keep his appointment with the woman tomorrow at noon in the lot next to the jail. He would keep his secret. Miss Blue would die a painful death on the rope.
Mrs. Wright, the town’s best dress maker was the next to see Miss Blue.
“Tell me what you have for me,” Miss Blue asked the middle aged woman.
“How about a nice dress with all the fixings,” she responded. “That included a nice petty skirt and a pair of white flat slippers.”
“Matching undergarments included?” Miss Blue wanted to look the part tomorrow.
“Yes, all white, not to miss match your dress. I will be here tomorrow at ten in the morning to help you dress, fix your hair, and add any make up at your pleasure. The hangman stopped me as he was going out and said something about making a quick visit tomorrow with you just before ten. He said you would approve.”
“Good,” the Miss Blue said. “Did he say anything else to you?”
“Yes, he told me to fix you up nicely as you are the most heavenly creature that he will ever hang. I think he is smitten with you. He really likes you, I could tell.”
“I like him Mrs. Wright. He is a gentleman, even if he is going to hang me tomorrow. Yes, I like him very much.”
With that Miss Blue had one last visitor, that being the mortician and owner of Green’s Funeral Parlor the only one in Wolf City. Mr. Green, a balding man of fifty or so years, was a popular man in the town, and was well respected by everyone in the county.
“Sorry to have to meet you today, but I need your final directions Miss Blue. Your parents have turned everything over to you as you are of age. Tell me what want and I will do my best to follow your wishes,” the mortician stated.
“I will leave everything in your hands Mr. Green. I want no funeral. I do wish to be taken care of, you know, embalmed and such. I understand once Doctor Miller pronounces me dead he will turn my body over to you. As I say, I want to be embalmed, and then displayed in your finest viewing room for two days. After that, bury me in Memorial Park. Mrs. Wright will do my dressing and makeup for the presentation. She knows what I want. As for you Mr. Green, please protect my corpse. Don’t let some pervert mess with me. I trust that you will see to that.”
“Sure Miss Blue. I will have complete security for you day and night through your burial. You need not worry.”
“And one other thing Mr. Green. If you want, you can take as many photographs of me as you wish, of my corpse after my death. If you take them of my naked body, those are for your private collection only. I was told by a friend that you do take photographs of your subjects. I will be one of your subjects is that so Mr. Green?
“Yes, you are going to be one of my subjects. I will do as you wish. I promise not to allow the photographs to surface in the community. They will be for my viewing only. Thank you for allowing this Miss Blue.”
“You are welcome Mr. Green. You will see that I have a very nice body. Please take care of my body, please. I will see you tomorrow. That is you will see me tomorrow, me as in cadaver that is. I won’t be seeing anyone after noon tomorrow.”
As Mr. Green left, Miss Blue had wanted to tell Mr. Green that if he so desired, he could have his way with her corpse if he wanted. She figured that he needed no invitation, that Mr. Green did what he wanted with “his” subjects, invitation or no invitation. She put a smile on her face with that thought.
Kat dreamed of another visit on the last night of her life but it didn’t come. She had a light supper, dressed for bed, and closed her eyes once she lay down on the old bed. It didn’t take but a few minutes and the young woman was taking her last nights’ sleep. The early morning light come through the bared window of the cell and by half past six she was again awake, thinking about the situation she was in and how to prepare for it.
“Good morning Miss Blue,” the Sheriff said as he looked through the cell bars. “Sorry about things. What can I get for your breakfast?”
“Your call Sheriff. I am not particularly hungry. I would like some milk to drink.”
“Good, I’ll just put some bacon and toast and jelly and you can eat it if you want. Milk on the way.”
“Thanks Sheriff. Are you going to escort me to the gallows? I need someone strong to help me get up on that structure. It does scare me.”
“Yes, I will. I talked with Mr. King and he said he wanted me to escort you. He told me to help you. I will be at your service”
“No. I will be thinking about our night together today while I am up on that scaffold. That is a fact Sheriff. You are a very nice man and I think about you.”
“Well, thank you Kat. You are a fantastic woman if you hadn’t already figured that out. I truly wish you didn’t have to come to an end today. I think we could have had something going.”
“Well, let me go, and I won’t tell,” the woman said, smiling.
“I am truly sorry,” the man said as he turned and went to retrieve the breakfast.
After eating Mrs. Wright came to help Miss Blue dress.
“Let me fill you in Kat. I don’t want to upset you but I have to tell you that when you are hung you might have an accident and mess yourself. If you want I can give you panties that have a rubber lining that could catch anything that might appear. Do you want to wear them?”
“No, I decided that if it happens it happens,” the young woman replied.
With that the prisoner dressed in her white dress. A well endowed but firm and young woman, she was going to go bra less and her silk panties fit perfectly. She was going to look stunning today nobody was going to stand in her way. With her blond hair flowing freely, she asked that Mrs. Wright tie it into a pony tail that would be flipped to her right side immediately before being hooded and noosed. She told Mrs. Wright that she wanted to wear the matching white slipper but just before her mounting the gallows stairs she wanted to slip out of them and take the seven stairs barefoot She wanted to hang with her feet free of closure. She had pretty small feet and unblemished pink toes. The audience was in for a full show.
Dressed and ready, Kat looked into a mirror in her cell and brushed her hair, putting every strand in its proper place.
“I don’t know why they don’t like me,” she said Mrs. Wright.
Overhearing her comment, the Sheriff came close to the cell bars.
“You shot the most important man in the city. The railroad jobs feed half of the mouths of the city. They don’t like you for that, and plus, you are the most beautiful woman in town,” the Sheriff commented.
“Yes, Sheriff, you are right,” responded the woman. “I tried to kill the dreams of the people of the town.”
A deputy appeared in the jail hall and to the Sheriff that it was time and everything was ready. The Sheriff looked down at his watch, glanced up and nodded.
“Kat, its time. Ten minutes to noon.”
“I’m ready,” Kat agreed.
Miss Katherine Blue, with the Sheriff of Wolf City on her right arm, led by two deputies in front and one behind, walked out the jail door to be met by a crowd of three hundred men woman and children. They were silent. Turing to the right, they took a short walk down the jail porch that led to the lot next to the jail, which was filled with over another hundred witnesses with a large wooden structure located in the back third of the grass barren dirt ground. Miss Blue took a glance at the people in the audience, not trying to make any direct eye contact with any one particular. Looking up at the gallows, she saw one single rope hanging down from the cross beam. The rope sent tingles through her body, her heart began to beat faster, and almost at once womanhood began to moisten as her body began to get sexually turned on. She knew this would happen, as the hangman told her to center her being on erotic thoughts.
All these people are looking at me and I know the men would like to have me and the women are all jealous of my body. I am going to give them what they want.
Stopping at the first step leading up to the rope Miss Blue slipped one foot, then the other, out of her slippers. Looking down at her pretty toes, she felt her sexual urges tone up, just like the foreplay she would pleasure herself with when being done by a man. The Sheriff, noticed her perfect toes.
“Nice Kat. You have done yourself good. The pink toe polish is a nice touch.”