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[Anna]

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University Execution

Samantha found herself being escorted down the stuffy halls past the offices of the admin building. Ultimately, she was sat down in a chair next to a desk opposite of the dean. He spoke without emotion - "Hello, Samantha, give me just a moment here to finish working on your file". His fingers typed away glancing at the screen and paying her almost no attention. The 20 something wavy haired blonde girl simply sat with her arms in her lap. Her white top was held up by thin suspenders that did little to hide her cleavage. Her blue skirt was school colors, though a bit shorter than they would prefer. Her pale yellow socks stopped just below her knees. Her white addidas shoes had long since lost their luster, having got her through countless waitressing shifts in the bars she worked in. "aaand we're done". He finished typing and finally glanced over to her. "Lets get you downstairs!". Samantha rose to her feet and was somewhat surprised to see that a campus police office had been standing behind her the entire time. She looked over to the dean with a pleading expression. "Now now, we knew this moment would logically follow. Lets not make a big fuss". The campus police officer cuffed Samantha's hands in front of her and began to escort her out of the offices towards the stairs that lead to the basement. The dean slowly kept pace behind them. Another campus officer joined their little detail, to whom the dean remarked "I'd like to avoid those hand cuffs showing during the event if at all possible". The second officer replied "i have an idea for that, dont worry". His sole concern satiated, the dean continued along without any further conversation.

Having made their way to the basement, they found themselves in a dank hallway connecting a series of thinly carpeted rooms of featureless white walls. Samantha and the second guard were placed in the first room, while the dean and head campus police officer went ahead to make arrangements in the larger room.

Sitting alone in the room, Samantha eyed the officer who shared her company. "You dont have any alcohol on you do you?" He looked her up and down, "Nope, sorry". Her shoulders dropped in dissapointment. "How about this?" he held up and wiggled a little vape pen. She shrugged and nodded before he tossed it over to her. She took a long hit and exhaled tilting her head back and standing against the wall. "How did I manage to get myself into this one?" He continued eyeing her and not responding. "Have you ever .. you know done one of these before?" she asked him. "A couple times yea" he responded. "All girls?" she continued. "Yup" he replied. "So .. what should I expect?" she took another big hit to relax herself. "Well, it depends on the girl". He went on "You ever seen an old western movie?" he asked her. "umm. i think so" she tried to recall those scenes. "Well, most smaller girls, it goes sort of like that" She looked a little worried. "so yea, for you I think it'll go on awhile". She looked up at the ceiling "ugh.. maybe we should change the subject". "You're the one who asked" he defended himself. "yea and i wish I hadn't" she further sank into the wall. "Why do you even do this? like for a job" she attacked. "I don't know.. i kinda like it" he confessed. She looked at him like he was crazy. A little knock came on the door "we've got about 20 minutes" the voice on the other side said. "So let me get this straight" she went on, "you enjoy helping and watching?". He said "pretty much, haven't you ever watched one of the other school's execution live streams, or the state prison one?" She quickly shook her head. "If the girl is cute, they can be pretty damn hot. nobody admits it, but they all think it". She quipped at him "You're pretty twisted." He went on "once that stool is kicked, I have to work pretty hard not to cum just from the sight of a cute girl kicking up there, sometimes I can't help it". She studied him some more "So am I cute enough? Do you think you'll cum?" she remarked with a sarcastic tone. He closed the distance to her, her arms went up along the wall above her head, still cuffed. He remarked "definitely". She turned her face away from him. "How's that fair that you get an orgasm and I get well.. " he finished her sentence "a rope burn?" She paused "yea.. that". He propositioned "You want an orgasm? is that what you're saying?" She said "would that be my last request?" He nodded, and went in for a kiss. Making out with her back pressed against the wall, she brought her cuffed hands behind his head. The vape pen dropped to the floor with a carpet-muffled thud. "What the hell am I doing?" she said in between kisses. "Just go with it" he said. She moaned a little. "You're so hot, I can't wait" he went on. He hiked up her skirt and pulled down her white panties. Her hands remained around him. Once inside her, he started slowly pumping. She winced her eyes and let out a high pitched "ahhh-". "Wait for what?" she said in a raspy breath. "I can't wait to watch you be hanged" he blatantly stated. Conflicted, she pressed herself deeper into him. "Choke me" she requested. "No". He slipped her hands off of his shoulders. He then turned her around and started going at her behind, still pulling her white undies just to the side to make room. "You'll get more than enough of that in a few minutes". He started speeding up and going harder. "Ahh.. ahh!" he put his hand over her mouth to muffle her noises. Harder and faster and "AHhh!" she had her little orgasm. She started shaking and he turned her back around and gave her another kiss. Her breathing finally slowing down to a regular rhythym she asked him "Did you cum?". "Not yet" he gave her a glance, fixed up her skirt and did the best he could to hide her soaked underwear. Her wavy hair was desheveled. "I don't suppose you could get me out of here now?" she pleaded with him. He looked over to her "not a chance". Her shoulders dropped again in disappointment. Feeling a little bad for her, he went on "even if I wanted to, girl, we wouldn't make it". She sighed "oh well, i had to try right?". At that point a knock on the door broke their bubble. "ok, bring her out its time". the voice on the other end said. Once she was presented to the senior campus police officer, he studied her. Noticing her messed up hair he glared at the younger second officer "god dammit, williams" he said. "I'm getting real sick of your shit, at least fix up her hair". "It's fine" the younger officer remarked. She looked over at him "Williams huh? Nice to officially meet you I guess". He gave her a half smile. "Stop making nice with the condemned you idiot" his superior barked. "Ok lets go" he grabbed her by the arm and started pulling her towards the bigger room.

Inside the big basement room was the same thin carpet that fit the rest of the basement. In the center sat a makeshift wooden frame with some support beams to keep it stable. The main beam of the frame sat about 15 feet in the air just a foot or so below the ceiling. Affixed to the center of the frame was an old fashioned coiled rope that was tied off at one end, and fixed into a classic noose at the other. The noose was positioned about 7 or 8 feet off the ground and was the first thing that got Samantha's attention when she entered the room. Facing the noose was a video camera and some computer equipment hooked up to streaming broadcast software - not yet active. Initially the stream was set up on only the university's internal servers (accessible by the student base, but eventually the footage would be made available to the public internet). "Ok stand her over there" the dean demanded. "and i'll be over here". The second officer gently grabbed her arm and said "come with me ok?" to which she complied. Her legs were still mildly shaking from before. "Ok, lets do it" he pointed at the computer. The senior officer begun the stream. Now the entire campus had a virtual window into the basement room. In frame was the noose, a stool off to the background, Samantha held by the arm, and the dean holding some paperwork. He begun "Greetings faculty members and the student body. Today we are conducting a special event that we hope you all take very seriously. He turned to face her. Samantha ___ having been given a fair trial by a consortium of the student government and senior faculty members, you have been found guilty of drug posession, intent to distribute illicit substances, underage alcohol consumption, and several other honor code infractions. For these crimes you have been sentenced to death by hanging!". She looked over at him and then down at her feet. "Do you have anything to say for yourself before your sentence is carried out in front of the entire school?" She looked at the camera and stated "The fact that you call that trial fair is a joke. This whole university system is a joke. That's all" she said with an attitude. Unphased he gave the order "ok, string her up!". The second officer led her slowly under and behind the noose. "Take those off" he motioned to her shoes. Samantha reached down with her cuffed hands and untied her addidas sneakers. She then kicked them off and to the side. The midly damp carpet felt cool on her feet. The senior officer placed a stool under the noose and ordered her to "get on". Samantha calmly placed one foot on the bottom rung of the stool and stepped up onto it. "Ahem" the dean remarked towards the handcuffs on her that he wanted replaced. The second officer took out a key and opened the cuffs. She briefly held her sore wrists before he grabbed one of them and placed it behind her back. She looked at him for a moment before voluntarily bringing the other wrist behind her back. He took out a plastic zip tie and bound both wrists tightly together. "Face the camera" the senior officer barked. To which she complied, looking into the lense. He placed the noose around her neck and pulled it snug. It wasn't a very comfortable feeling for her. Looking at his watch, the dean inspected their handy work before giving a nod. "Samantha ___, you will now be hanged". Not even a second later, the senior officer snuck up behind her and kicked her stool over.

Samantha dropped down a half-foot or so and was shocked by the immediate and sudden squeezing of the noose around her neck. Her eyes popped and her mouth opened wide. Her feet first reached down, before kicking around and feeling for the stool. "annggg!" she let out a desparate sound as she reached her hands back behind her trying to free herself of the zip tie. Her neck tilted back and her hair flung with it exposing the thick rope now digging tightly into her throat. Her eyes grew wider and her jaw extended with several attempted gasps to breathe. Her feet started kicking in a violent flurry of panic, showing the dirty bottoms of her yellow knee socks to the camera. She looked over pleadingly at the second officer, who's eyes were fixated on her whole body wildly dancing in desparation. She jolted her legs up and down, flung her tongue out and continued struggling for several minutes. Every time they thought she was done, she'd explode into a little panicked dance for a few more moments. Her eyes wincing shut and opening wide over and over. Her heaving chest bounced up and down, her face turned a slight shade of blue and her fingers flayed out before her dancing feet finally settled down into a quivering motion. Eventually she swayed back and forth spinning on the creaking rope, eyes and mouth wide open in shock.

[Anna]

Road trip stop 1

I've been spending the summer on a road trip / binge of sorts across the country. After spending the last few weeks researching the cities and towns known for the best public hangings, I marked my map and set out on the road. Being that most of these areas don't currently televise these events, I'm writing them and sharing them here for others to read. I'll try to be as detailed as possible but forgive me if I fall short. One thing I know for sure, is that on these particular days, I'm seeing these girls on the very worst day of their lives, and it definitely shows. I can't help that its such an incredible turn on for me to be a spectator during a pretty girl's hanging. The events are public, they're going to happen and cannot be stopped, so I can't help myself from going to see them.

For me to visit a town, a few things need to line up. For starters, they obviously need to have a policy that doesn't shy away from employing the death penalty for girls, even those 18 and older. Next, I look for areas that use the more primitive "short drop" hanging methods. Last, my personal preference are towns that use the newer abbreviated court-to-gallows methods, foregoing the prison system, prison uniforms, long drawn out stays on death row, etc. These towns simply hold the girls overnight (if at all) and march them to the gallows in their street clothes. You would think that narrows it down quite a bit, but surprisingly not. So what I'll do is follow the trials as much as possible via the news or if i'm lucky, TV coverage. If there's a girl that I find particularly attractive, and who's case seems to be going poorly, I'll drive on over to the town and stay and await the sentence. Things don't always go the way I hope. There's been one or two cases that have left me with the biggest blue balls I've ever had seeing the cutest and most gorgeous girls squeek by quite literally by their neck and win aquittals just hours before I had expected to see them hang. But that's all part of it I guess.

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This past week, I've been at it again. A super cute curly haired waitress named Brittany has spent the last week or so on trial for her life trying to fight the serious drug trafficking charges brought against her by the state. On TV she doesn't look much more than 5 foot or so. She was brunette, blue eyed, petite, but quite busty. She's been spending most of the trial just staring off into space, her bright blue eyes just zoning out and trying to cover her fear of the situation. With everyting lined up, the town the trial is being held in has all the boxes checked, including a mandatory short drop death sentence for drug traffickers, and no qualms about Brittany being 18. With the evidence moutning against, its an understatement to say things have not been going well for Brittany. I don't want to assume anything though since as I've said in the past, a "sure thing" doesn't always pan out. Still, it was beyond worth it to take the chance and spend the gas money and drive up there. She was so fucking cute, and I was so damn horny. It had been at LEAST a month since I caught a good hanging, there was no way in hell if this girl hangs, that I was going to miss it.

The last night of the trial wrapped up as I watched from my hotel room not even a mile from the courthouse. I felt a rush of anxiety as the jury finished their deliberations. Finally at around 10, they had entered the courtroom and for what felt like an eternity, the judge called upon their foreman to read the verdict. Brittany nervously rose to her feet and faced the jury as she heard the words "Guilty". My stomach sank hearing them as well knowing that it was now all but certain. Still, I waited to hear it from the judges mouth himself. "Brittany ____, I'm sure you know the laws of the state and my options for sentencing given your guilty verdict for this serious crime". Brittany solemnly nodded. He continued "then it should come as no surprise to this court that I sentence you to be taken to a place of execution where you are to be hanged by your neck until you are dead". Brittany did not respond but instead held her head down low, her gaze at the table. This was it, she was definitely going to hang now. I knew the where. I just needed to know the when - would be tonight or tomorrow. He finally conclude "Hmm. What time is it now? 11?.. Lets set the execution time to be 10am tomorrow". Two police guards grabbed her by the each arm and began to take her from the table down the aisle, out of the courthouse and downstairs to a holding room. News cameras flashed and overwhelmed her with stupid questions as she was escorted. She ignored all of it and all of them. It was as if the halls were empty. She was essentially checked out and in shock of her current situation.

I spent the night almost completely unable to sleep in anticipation of the next morning. I set about 3 different alarms for 8am to make sure I woke up in time. I couldn't stop imagining Brittany's sexy ass body wildly dancing on the gallows. It was going to be so freaking hot. I'm sure I was building it up in my head more than I should. For all I know, It wouldn't even be all that remarkable. That does happen sometimes. Still, I resisted every urge to even touch myself, but that didn't stop my mind from fantasizing all night long.

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So I woke up the next day as planned and walked over to the public gallows area. I was too nervous and fluttery to eat anything. The morning had that "anxious" feel to it. I walked past some news trucks and tv cameras trying to talk their way past the security which wasn't having it. No public hangings in this state were allowed to be filmed or televised except by the official government videographer - and even then those records are not (yet) released to the public for several years. I think this is one I'd rather see in person anyway. Most of the time people sneak iphones and cameras in, sometimes the footage comes out ok, most of the time it sucks.

The gallows looked awesome. It somehow had that smell of new wood, despite being over 2 years old. Maybe they sanded it down recently or something. It consisted of some simple wooden brackets being supported by a steel reinforced wooden crossbeam. Only one bracket had a rope affixed to it. The noose was thick but looped pretty tiny (Brittany was pretty petite). It dangled just around 5 feet above a tall wooden stool that was stationed. Everything looked to be set up for an almost no-drop hanging, which was just fine by me.

Being 2 hours early, it wasn't at all crowded yet. Just a few other guys and girls staking out spots. I grabbed one just on a hill right up close to the platform. I'd say it put me about 20 feet (about 6m) and level with the platform. Eyeing the other early folks, it was pretty obvious that a good number of them had the same kink. If you ask me how I know that, well it doesn't seem to be "normal" behavior for a couple to make out on a hill right next to a gallows just hours before a hanging.

The minutes ticked and time slowed to a freaking crawl as more people trickled into the public area.

After what felt like an eternity, I checked my watch and saw 9:40am when I heard some commotion and clapping. Brittany had now emerged from the courthouse with armed guards on each side sweeping her towards where we were. She shuffled forwards through the crowd before I finally got eyes on her for the first time in person. She appeared frightened, but looked just as incredibly cute as I expected. She was still wearing her summer waitressing getup, a white strappy top, pink shorts and matching pink nikes. She brushed past the crowd and stood at the foot of the steps to the gallows platform. She stood there and was obviously distraut. The guards gave her some tips to help keep her composure. The hangman snuck behind and passed them up the stairs to do a quick check of the rope before tapping his watch and signalling to the guards at the bottom to bring her up. Pulling her by the arm, a single guard escorted Brittany step by step up the wooden stairs to a place that no girl ever wants to find herself. Standing there nervously, Brittany didn't know where to look as she fidgeted with her fingers. She glanced nervously between the crowd, the stool, the noose and back down at her feet. Seeing her standing just a few feet away from the noose and the stool immediately turned me on. I was so hard I wanted to jump over to the platform and start f'ing her brains out then and there. I uncomfortably shuffled my seated position on the hill. The hangman came up behind her and brushed against her whispering something in her ear. At first I thought it was presumably to calm her down? But then I realized he was grabbing at her arms and wrists and pulling them behind her back so he could tie her up. Brittany started breathing a bit faster and looked outward to the crowd almost pleading for help as she was now being prepared to be hanged. For some reason I remembered back to the shots of her shown on the news stories over the past week, shots of her laughing during parties and whatnot. She definitely had no reason to laugh or smile right now that's for sure. It settled more and more in just how much trouble she was in at the moment.

The hangman whispered again to her as he pointed down at her shoes. It took her a few seconds to understand before finally kicking off her nikes. She now stood shoeless on the platform with her hands tied at the wrist. He pulled her over behind the stool and whispered in her ear another time. She leaned on him and finally stepped onto the stool. She gazed through the noose which was now almost perfectly level with her face. It was thick and looked a hell of a lot stronger than her delicate neck that had to wear it. Popping up on there momentarily beside her, the hangman slipped the rope around her neck and pulled it snug. Her whispered to her one last time which led to her eyes opening a bit wider. She looked worried. I really wish I knew what he said to her.

Jumping down onto the platform the hangman checked it his handy work one last time before pulling out his cell phone and opening a document. The crowd was asked to hush. He spoke directly to her, "Brittany ____ you have been sentenced to death for drug trafficking." Her eyes met his pleading with him as he read on. "You will now be hanged by your neck until you are dead. Do you have anything you want to say?" Brittany choked up and said "Fuck I don't know. I'm sorry I guess? I don't think this is right. Is there anything else I can say to -" he motioned his finger to stop and shook his head no. Brittany choked up again and looked down at her feet. Her toes shuffled and curled uncomfortably on the stool.

A hushed silence fell over the area before the hangman seized his opportunity. He took one step over and "tripped" the stool over so it toppled almost instantly. Brittany's feet immediately fluttered down and floated. Shocked by the immediate loss of the stool, Brittany's eyes popped wide open and her mouth flew open in an "o" shape. Her feet started swaying and swirling looking for that stool before fluttering more, more and more rapidly before she was finally just kicking frantically all over the place. Her tongue cupped and she suddenly let out an "ouahhhhhhhhhh!!" sound which trailed off. Unable to control myself, seeing it all right in front of me was just too much and I became overwhelmed and came right then and there. The rope creaked and her fingers flayed out behind her before making a fist. She hung her head down and just looked at the ground for a few moments letting the full weight of her neck sit on the rope. She looked almost as if she was hoping it would choke her faster, any way for her torment to just end. For a minute or so, her mouth kept closing and opening before occasionally settling open going "ack!" "ack!" "ack!" each time. Being so tiny, she continued to slowly strangle on the rope as the minutes ticked by. All the while she swung back and forth in the wind, eyes wide open, her feet dancing all over the air while flexing and flayed her toes. Her thighs rubbed past each other as she scissor kicked her legs.

Briefly looking around me, I saw more couples making out and pleasing each other all while this poor girl continued to hang to death right in front of us.

Brittany's ankles turned inwards and quivered as an uncontrollable shaking started working its way up her entire body. Her blue eyes remained open and wide as she let the rope finally squeeze her throat the rest of the way tightly closed. All sounds stopped as she stared onward completely cut off from air, slowly swaying in the breeze trembling and hanging by her neck. I looked up at her and managed to cum a second time. Her incredible torment wasn't over yet, but it wouldn't be much longer now.

I walked uneasily back to the hotel and cleaned myself up. Holy shit what a day that was.

[Anna]

Road trip stop 2 - sextuple schoolgirl hanging

Walking up the narrow path that cuts through the grass, a local school gallows finally came into sight. First peaking over the top of the hill, then revealing angled support beams and tied ropes. About the time the platform was visible, a 5th rope was being tossed over the beam by a slender man in a cowboy hat, he had a 6th rope in his left hand that, like the others, ended in a coiled noose. It was muggy and the air felt heavy. The ropes hung at various heights, catching the heavy breeze. As I made my way towards the back of the crowd, The county sheriff was making his way up the stairs with a makeshift "stool" repurposed from a plastic chair from one of the classrooms. "You think this will work?" he asked the slender hangman. "I reckon that'll do just fine" he nodded and replied.

The gallows platform wasn't particularly all that high off the hilly grass. Just high enough so that it could be seen clearly over the crowd of curious townsfolk that gathered around it. It was wheeled into place directly in front of the main student housing complex - which today was doubling as a holding facility. Coming into view from that very complex was a group of 6 girls, cuffed together in a "chain gaing" at the ankles. They ranged in age from 18 to 20. Some tall, some short. The first 3 of them were blonde. The next 2 were brunette and black haired, and the last girl was a green eyed ginger. They all were wearing school uniform colors which consisted of white tank tops, plaid and skirts, white socks that stopped just before the knees and various colored converse chucks (black, green, pink, white, etc). The general appearance on there faces was that of fear. The first blonde girl started up the stairs, slowly shuffling her shackled shoes up each step. Before long, all of the girls were on the platform. The sight of them drew cheers and jeers from the crowd - with most people calling for them to be hanged. The sheriff quieted the rowdy crowd as he took out a rolled document from a plastic container. He went down the line read each of the girls names followed by their crime. "Michelle, age 18, drunk driving, Amanda, age 19, drunk driving, Samantha, age 19, theft of funds from the soccer team, Susan, age 18, drug posession, Sharon, age 20, violent resisting of arrest, Sky 19, illegal protesting". He contined "for these crimes these young ladies have been sentenced to be hanged by the neck". He quieted more cheers from the crowd.

"Ok, lets get started". He motioned for the first of the girls, the very pretty blonde girl Michelle. "Lets go little lady". Her hands were covered her face, which she buried in grief. At least until they were taken from her and placed behind her back. Her ankles were unshackled from the rest and she was forced to stand on the chair. Her white chucks squeeked as she squirmed around. The noose was promptly placed around her neck and quickly pulled tight. She winced as she felt the rope on her neck. The sheriff wasted on time in shoving the chair forward, dropping the poor girl. The noose squeezed around her neck and her crystal blue eyes popped open. She flung her legs around and started panicking and gasping. "hlck! ackk!" Periodic choking sounds were very audible from her direction. She fluttered her feet so hard that her shoes flew off and thumped onto the platform, one rolling off into the crowd. She bunny hopped a few times and stuck her tongue out, before the rope creaked spun around, showing her terrified wide-eyed face to the crowd as she swayed up there waiting to hang to death. Her toes flexing and stretching for the ground.

"Next!" he barked. The chair was brought back into place under the next noose. The pretty blonde Amanda was next. She was promptly collected from the chain gaing and bound with her arms behind her. She fought against her restrainer as she was forced onto the chair. "lets get this one strung up" he ordered as the noose was draped around her neck and pulled snug. After a less-than-brief inspection of the poor girl standing quivering on the chair, the sheriff made the chair disappear out from underneath her feet. Dropping in an instant, the noose dug into Amanda's neck, sending her and her hair flying and her feet fluttering into a frenzy. Not long after, her shoes as well flung off and dropped onto the platform with a rubbery thud. The rope squeezed and pulled up at her swan-like neck with her head drooping down below it. The tightening creaking sound only gave way to her raspy strangling "uhhhgggg--- unck! uh--uh--uh- unngnnn ucnnck". Her head drooped down further as she gazed at her feet in shock. Now swinging and kicking in her knee highs, amanda turned her feet inward and awkwardly. Her eyes momentarily gazed up and pleaded with the crowd while blinking a few times almost signaling desparation. The ticking clock soon caught up to her too as she swayed in the breeze.

"Ok, you" he looked at the tall blonde Samantha - who by now was terrified after seeing the first two girls hanged in front of her. "Just take those off" he barked. After being unshackled, Samantha slipped out of her green chucks. She was forced over to the chair. "W-w-wait, can't I just?" she tried to stall. "No you can't, missy" as he lifted her up onto it. Her hands were tied in front this time and the noose was quickly just flung around her neck. In a hurry, suddenly the chair was gone and poor Samantha was hanged. "oh my gohh- huhnngg aaaAAaccck!" she started to wildly panic and fight hard against the rope. She spun very quickly around and showed her back to the crowd. Her feet were fully pointed down. The bottoms of her socks were dirty with visible toe prints. The rope loosely held up her up by the neck - resting on it. Her tied wrists met together and clenched at her throat. Her tongue stuck out across her bottom lip and just laid there as she repeatedly tried with all her might to both break her hands free and pull at the rope to get some relief from the strangling. She clawed and dug her fingers at it and couldn't get them under. She started panicking harder and harder flipping and fluttering her legs all over the place kicking at the air, reaching for the chair that was just barely too far away. She kept tapping at her throat "ack! ackkk! acnnnnHck!" making high pitched moaning sounds before finally there was silence as the noose closed the rest of the way around her neck. At this point, her eyes widened further as she began to just give up. Her bound wrists slowly slid down from her neck down, across her breasts, down to her skirt, which she clenched hard until her knuckles turned white, eventually pulling it down out of sheer desparation to undo literally anything. The skirt dropped around and caught at her dirty feet, before finally fluttering to the platform. Her face turned blue and she stared off.

Stunned by the erotic display they've seen so far, the crowd almost fell silent.

"Lets keep it going" the sheriff said. Pretty petite 18 y.o. Susan was next. She was brunette with bubbly blue eyes. She looked onward with fear at the 4 hanging girls and said "oh god please no!" as she was dragged over. "Take off your shoes!" she was ordered. "Huh? what?" she was so stunned and frightened she didnt even understand. A moment later she caught on and nervously bent down and pulled off her black converses. Standing there shaking in her knee highs, she was pulled towards the chair. Her feet were literally sliding on her socks on the wooden platform as she was frozen with fear. "Step up!" she was ordered. She startled as her hands were grabbed and tied together behind her. As they were being tied her tantrum continued, "All I did was smoke some weed. are you fucking kiiiIIidding me! you can't hang me for this!" Her tantrum was ignored as her first foot was lifted onto the stool. He then pushed her butt and said "uuup you go, come on, thats it". As she nervously stood up on it, she contined "I dont want to be haaaanged! please!". "You haven't got much say in the matter, girly" he said as the noose was placed around her neck. Much like Samantha's the cowboy made a point to also leave a little slack on Susan's noose so her sentence wouldn't be over so fast. Catching wind of that, the sheriff noted it and nodded in approval. Staring outward with the noose now around her neck, Susan just kind of fell into a daze letting the wind graze her hair. "What, no more complaining?" the sheriff mocked her. "How about any last words?" he continued to tease. Susan glared at him with fiery eyes and uttered not a word. Her chair then was shoved sideways. The rope caught her and began to squeeze tightly around her neck. Susan let out a little "ulch" as she winced her eyes shut, frowned her lips and pushed her toungue up against her bottom teeth. Her eyes opened briefly and then closed again as she still quietly tried to fight the rope for air. Crreeaak. Susan sloooowly opened her mouth wide, while opening her eyes as well. This time they fully widened with panic. "ucllchchlhl!!". She suddenly swung her body around and twisted against the rope swirling her legs into a frenzy. Her fingers flayed out and scrunched against her back. She started opening and closing her mouth in terror while gasping for air and peddling her feet wildly in all directions. The sweat ran down her white shirt and almost drenched her. Her face turned bright red as she slipped her tongue out to continue her dance on air "aaaaaaaaAccnnnck!"

While Susan continued to struggle, Sharon was already being unshackled and moved into position. Unceremoniously, she kicked off her shoes and stood up onto the stool, with her hands placed neatly behind her back waiting to be bound. Somewhat pleased, the cowboy tied her up and flung the rope around her neck, giving it a good pull to tighten it. "Ready to go?" he asked, as the sheriff nodded. Soon, she too was shoved off, hanged, and flung out into the crowd. Dazed and strangling on the rope, her taught figure stood slender and fully extended. Her feet flexed and fidgheted as she reached for the ground, occasionally fluttering about. Her eyes remained fixed staring off in a daze forward as the rope completely closed off her airway. Her mouth remained open the whole time. Apart from that, her hanging was mostly unremarkable. She just stood there and took it, letting the seconds tick by on her. Finally, her feet turned inwward, and stayed that way as she swung back and forth on the creaking rope.

By this point, Susan's tantrum on air was just about winding down as she occasionally flexed her neck forward and let one more big struggle against the rope, before settling back down and swaying. 5 girls were now swaying in the wind, their mostly motionless feet brushing the air.

"Last one" the sheriff barked. There was nobody left to grab but Sky, a 19 year old ginger exchange student from ireland. Nervously, she slipped off her pink chucks and stood on the platform in her knee highs. Forcefully grabbed and dragged over to the newly placed chair, she gazed up at the noose and then clutched her hands close to her chest in fear. They were then pulled down to her waist and tied together in front. She nervously stood up onto the stool. Her long toes curled over the front. The noose was placed around her neck and her hair pulled through. Briefly studying her, the sheriff let out a shrug. The chair was then toppled over and Sky was hanged. Her legs extended for the floor and found nothing and her feet dangled. Her wrists immediately raised to her neck and pressed and tried to hold her throat. Her mouth opened in an "o" shape as she danced in little circles swaying in a larger circle around the creaking rope. She raised her hands above her head higher to try to get some sort of grip on the rope, which failed. Her tongue stuck out and she hanged there with a frightened shocked expression on her face. "ack! ack! aanngk!" She swung both of her legs together towards the toppled chair, extending and holding one foot trying to brush it with her toes, but it was too far away. As both legs swung away, she winced hard and continued to strangle "acccck! ack!" before the rope made her too fall silent. Her eyes opened wide conveying an "oh no" type look as her eyebrows raised and pleaded with the crowd for mercy. She was so desparate to breathe. Her chest heaved and her feet extended down reaching further before finally swaying in the breeze, her head drooping down, her eyes forward catching sight of the 5 other poor hanging girls, before she spun and turned her back to us. Her hands dropped to her waist.

[Anna]

A long drawn out hanging
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THE PRE TRIAL

In a small meeting room down the hall from an unremarkable district courtroom, Janet, a 21 year old art asian student, was meeting and strategizing with her court-appointed lawyer. Together, they were going over the details of the case pending against her - posession of illicit material (lesbian pornography). While not always, the pornography charges on their own would typically be minor enough. However the posession of lesbian subject material were far more serious in this conservative district. She was wearing a bright yellow cotton loose fitting top with no bra. Her beat up jeans did little to conceal paint marks from her school work. The pink streak in her black hair was faded. Having been in custody for several days now, she was a bit worn out. Her lawyer was thumbing through the pages of ISP records while Janet fiddled around bored, slipping her slip-off sneakers on and off and playing on her phone. The ISP records included pages documenting the usage of Janet's IP address to access several illicit web sites. The look of concern on his face was obvious. "So.. how's it looking?" said Janet as she tried to break the silence. "Not great" her lawyer stated with little emotion. Janet continued to pepper him with questions "So, ummm worst case scenario..what am I looking at if we lose?". "Worst case?" he remarked back with a bewildered tone. "Let's talk ANY case.. if you lose in ANY case.. " he paused. ".. you're looking at you dancing at the end of a rope tonight". Janet popped back and upright in her chair. She gulped and said ".. You mean.. hanging??". Surprised that this was news to her, he explained it to her "Yes.. you.. hanging. You know, a hangmans noose going around your neck and a short drop from the county gallows." Janet looked almost through him. He went on "So we have to give this the best shot we can, to give you the best chance to avoid that ok?". She paused a bit more pondering her situation, while instinctively raising her right hand up to her neck and holding it between her forefinger and thumb. "Yes, lets try to avoid that".

Meanwhile, a few doors down, the same story was playing out with another girl, who also found herself in huge trouble. Chrissy was 18, blonde, short and extremely busty. Her hair was dyed with blue streaks, which matched her glossy lipstick. Her small top was neon pink, low cut, and did little to hide her flat stomach or hold back her very large breasts that were all but bursting out. Her shorts were short and tight. Her vans were old, but stylish. Her lawyer slowly studied over her case. Chrissy was an instagram influencer who got herself charged with creating and distributing custom fetish porn through the site. Unlike Janet, Chrissy knew that her charges could get her strung up. She nervously tapped her fingernails on the table waiting for some good news, or any news from her Laywer. When they finally spoke, the news wasn't good..

THE TRIAL

Hours went by as both Janets and Chrissy's cases went to trial. Janets legal argument that her lesbian pornographic material was for an art project did little to reduce the severity of the damning evidence against her. Likewise, Chrissy's argument that her instagram account was ultimately hacked had little dampning effect on the fact that she was the subject of the material in the first place. It took just 4 hours for the same judge to find both girls guilty.

In modern fashion, both Janet, Chrissy, and 2 other unknown girls were lined up in front of the judge for quick consecutive sentencing. The judge called out each girls name, and handed the same sentence "you are hereby sentenced to be hanged in public". Stunned and exhausted, Janet just kind of looked forward at the bench as her sentence was read to her. Chrissy, sarcastically mumbled under her breath "well. that sucks". Finally, the judge mandated that all 4 sentences must be carried out "tonight before the hour of 6 o clock". The girls were taken away and placed into a holding room to prepare for their inevitable execution.

THE PRE-EXECUTION

While waiting, Janet's lawyer paid her a brief visit to go over the details of her situation with her. Minor pieces of their conversation could be overhead by the others. "So there's no appeal, nothing you can do at all?" asked Janet. "I'm afraid not" replied her lawyer. "The 6 o clock execution time would simply pass before I could even file the paperwork". This was more information than Chrissy received, who's lawyer didn't even visit her. As the final hours ticked by, the girls remained mostly quiet in the room, sitting in some plastic chairs, occasionally looking up at the clock.

At 5:40, the girls heard a jiggling of keys and a large statured man entered the room. Behind him was a second guard. Before the larger gentleman could speak, the second guard nervously pointed to his watch and reminded him that "we're supposed to have all toes off the ground in less than 20 minutes". The judge was very particular about the timing of his mandated summary executions, so indeed time was becoming more critical.

"Which one of you is Janet ____" the man barked. Janet nervously and slowly rose to her feet. "..I .i am" she timidly responded. He marched over to her and grabbed her by the arm. "k, you'll be first" he said as he pulled her into a position in front of the door, forming a line. Still somewhat stunned, she just sat there holding her elbow, shivering and scared. "..and who is Christina". Chrissy, always the attention-seeker, rose to her feet and smirked at him with her blue eyes said "do you grant last requests?". He paused, studied her and said "oh, you'll be fun." as he pulled her into place. The other two girls were then assembled into line as well. With the help of the second guard, the girls hands were secured behind their backs and tied together at the wrists. Chrissy gave some resistance, but ultimately allowed herself to be bound.

THE HANGINGS

Inspecting their restraints, the larger guard said "Ok ladies, time for you to dance on air". Janet's breathing began to increase as the door opened in front her. They were marched down the hall and, up the stairs, and through a maze of corridors before they found themselves outside perched behind the courthouse gates. Making their way through some scaffolding and wooden stairs, they finally reached the newly built raised gallows platform that was attached to the back of the courthouse. Accessible to the public, the grassy area leading up to the gallows was packed with onlookers, mostly college students and college boys. For most of them, this wasn't their first spectator event. The student base had already seen its fair share of groups of all types of girls hanged during several executions that stretched out through the semester sofar. Among todays spectators, were the dozens and dozens of classmates of Chrissy who all had fantasized during class about fucking her brains out. Instead, tonight they had come with morbid curiosity to watch her be hanged.

As the prison workers slowly quieted down the crowd, the four ropes were flung over the gallows beam and tied off. A military style drum beat started to play in a rhythmic ceremonious fashion. The tension was palpable as the large guard finally walked over and grabbed a microphone. He pulled out a small piece of paper and read the names of the condemned girls. "Janet ____, Christina ____, ____, ____" having been convicted of lewd and immoral acts have been sentenced to death, for which each of these women will now be hanged. Janet, now quivering was asked to step forward. Of course, she stayed put. Unswayed by this, the large man walked over and collected her by the elbow and pulled her over to the spot beneath the first noose, which dangled just a few feet above her head. He motioned for a small stool which was handed to him. He placed it down at her feet and said "slip those off and get on". She slipped off her sneakers and stepped up onto the stool. Her yellow top matched her yellow socks. Her beat up jeans flipped and fluttered in the wind as she felt the rope of the noose being slipped around her neck. Checking his pocket watch, the time now read 4:48. He spoke into the microphone, "Janet, do you have any last words?" He motioned at the time and whispered to her "You got 30 seconds, and then I'm kicking this stool", and then he put the microphone to her mouth. Janet defiantly turned her face away. "Perfect" he said in response to her not speaking. He signaled the drummer who spun up a short drumroll.

Moments later, he toppled forward Janet's stool. Janets feet slipped down into the air and her neck was caught by the noose making a "hulch!" sound. The rope creaked while Janet's feet remained hovering several feet above the wooden platform. After a stunned second, the feeling of choking flooded over her which caused Janet to immediately "dance" at the end of the rope in stereotypical fashion. Now completely unable to breathe, she briefly paused and her eyes pleaded with the crowd for a few moments before she stuck her tongue out and flung her feet all over the place for 5...10....30...45 seconds just struggling hard making "acnnggll!!" sounds. She then suddenly stopped fighting and just looked shocked as she let the rope choke her. Mouth wide open, staring downward at the ground, she was so desperate for it to just end. Moments later, her feet fluttered and schrunched a bit before reaching her toes down in a stretch. Her figure was now fully taught and straight with the rope from head to toe. 2 minutes in, she was just swaying there.

At this point, it was clear that the large gentleman was wasting no time in continuing with the execution. He barked an order for Chrissy to step forward and slip off her shoes as well. Chrissy sighed & shrugged, kicked off her vans, and hesitantly shuffled forward slowly. Annoyed and falling behind schedule, the large guard pulled her by the arm into position causing Chrissy to slip and stumble forward and almost fall due to her hands being bound. In what could only be described as a ridiculous "what are the odds"-type moment, the stumble caused Chrissy's button on her shorts to pop off. Realizing what happened, Chrissy looked up at him and said jokingly "do wardrobe malfunctions buy me any time?". He looked at her and sarcastically shook his head "nope". She continued back "well... you can't hang me like this". In somewhat of an abuse of his power, he simply "solved" the problem by grabbing Chrissie's shorts and swiftly pulling them down. Chrissy now stood stunned standing with her shorts around her ankles as the crowd let out a huge cheer at the sight of her cotton white undies. Meanwhile, the large gentleman wasted no time placing a stool in front of her and saying "up.. now! no more stalling, dammit". Chrissy stepped out of her shorts and up onto the stool in her dirty white socks, undies and top. As the man stepped up to secure the noose around her neck she whispered a last request into his ear. At first he was annoyed at what seemed to be another stall tactic, before pausing yet again, and finally reacting with a shrug and a nod. He reached his hand behind her and pulled on some strings, loosening the ropes that bound her wrists together. She then brought her hands forward, grabbed her shirt at the waist, and peeled it completely off. This caused the crowd to go wild and cheer. Now she was in her tiny bra and undies standing on the stool. Being in the spotlight and bathing in the attention made her feel slighty better and almost forget her predicament. The man slipped the noose around Chrissy's neck, and adjusted the rope snug. She felt the scratchy rope around her neck which was quite uncomfortable. He then grabbed both of her wrists and sternly pushed them down to her waist - instructing her to keep them there until the stool was gone or he'd tie them again. She nodded in compliance. Finally, he took a step behind her, checked his watch and signalled the drummers, who spun up another short drumroll. Chrissy nervously fidgeted her hands together in front at her waist, fighting the urge to raise them. She politely stood there waiting for her punishment; her sentence to be carried out.

Then, Chrissy felt her footing topple forward and her feet suddenly fell off the stool. To a thundreous cheering applause from the crowd, she had now just been hanged. Her legs flung forward to a jolt and her hands and fingers immediately raised up to to grab at her neck. She pulled and picked at the noose around her neck while her whole body swung on the creaking rope. As the initial crowd cheering died down, she turned her feet inwward and pointed her toes at the ground. Her eyes suddenly widened. "Oh my god this feels awful" - she thought. Subtle noises could be heard of broken little "ah" sounds. The rope creaked as the noose squeezed the ever living fuck out of her neck. It became all too much for Chrissy who flayed out her fingers, still grabbing at her neck and started to drag and claw them slowly down across her breasts. She raised them and repeated this a few times. Her feet panickingly danced all over the place, interrupted by short periods of stretching and shakily reaching for the ground, before giving up and exploding into another dance. "Oh my god oh my god please make this end!" - she continued to think as the seconds ticked by of her sentence. She raised just one hand to cradle her squeezed throat while the other hand scrunched up and pulled on her undies. She was ripping and pulling at any piece of fabric or skin she could get her hands on, just trying to endure. Her face was now red, her tongue had popped out, her "acnnkkkgg!" sounds could be heard amongst some in the crowd, who now were just staring in amazement at her gracefully swinging there.. - for what felt like an eternity for her.

Another pretty blonde girl in knee highs flopped down to the left and was hung beside Chrissy. The newly hanged girl kicked and danced all over the place. Her scissor kicking and reaching feet almost stole show as the crowd struggled to divide their attention between the now three girls hanging from the gallows, however Chrissy's quivering half-naked figure continued to blow people's minds. It just wasn't a very common site, even for this county. The fourth girl, a tall ginger girl dropped moments later, flipping out and dancing like the others did in a panic. However, she didn't last all that long beyond that. Meanwhile, Chrissy's eyes blinked as she continued to swing slowly back and forth with her tongue out. This went on for several more minutes. As the hour went by, the crowd died down and people trickled out. The official video recordings of the execution were uploaded to the county site that night. The servers immediately went down due to the high demand.

[Anna]

Bonus "stop 1" content below

I was just on my way to the checkout counter to leave town for another lead when I caught wind of a potential second drug trafficking trial starting just that morning. I figured I was already in the area, so it couldn't hurt to at least walk back over to the courthouse and get a look at the defendant. Hell, even if she wasn't as hot, she was a girl and about to stand trial for a potential death penalty case, and that was good enough for me. I walked past the gallows on the way to the courthouse.

I made my way into the airy courtroom. Glad to find a seat anywhere, I patiently waited for the proceedings to begin. Moments later, the defendant, Anna suddenly appeared at the end of the aisle and made her way towards the defense desk. She was a bit older, late 20's. She was a mixture of soft, cute, classy and plain all in one. She definitely carried herself with a confident grace. Her hair was black and straight. Her euro descent was most obvious in her eyes, which were almost Mediterranean, but golden brown. She was neither short nor tall. Her lawyer was not impressed on her non-attempt to dress up for the courtroom. Showing up in just a soft flannel covered tee shirt, jeans and sneakers. She made an uneasy gulp as she noticed through the glass windows, the slender figure of Britany hanging from the gallows swaying in the wind. It served as an all-too-real reminder of what awaited her should the trial go wrong. I asked around a bit about the case and it seemed that the charges and evidence against Anna were very substantial, even more so than Brittany's case which was anything but a sure thing. So.. It didn't take too long for me to daydream about this new girl dancing at the end of the rope. I was already hoping for that outcome and yep, I was definitely staying in town for a few more days.

I had actually never attended the actual trials leading up to any of the hangings I had seen. I won't lie and say it was all that interesting. The first 2 days were boring as hell as evidence was simply presented while Anna's lawyers tried to explain it away or cast doubt into the minds of the jury related to its validity. All I could do to pass the time was daydream and play Brittany's hanging in my mind over or glance through the window and fantasize about how Anna's gallows dance would be different from the others I had seen. I was getting ahead of myself though. There was that all too familair feeling that I was wasting my time and this could all end in an aquittal. She seemed like a nice enough girl, I almost felt bad and would have been ok with an aquittal and for her to avoid the same brutal execution I witnessed the other day. But if she would hang instead, I was definitely going to see it.

Towards the end of the week, I once again walked my way over to the courthouse on what possibly would the final day of the trial. It was early-ish. As I walked up, I was stunned to see Anna get out of a vehicle dressed COMPLETELY differently than I had expected. Still cameras were flashing and flickering as reporters bombarded her with questions about why she decided to come to trial wearing a skimpy black dress. The shoulder straps were thin, the skirt was hiked, and the cut barely hid her cleavage. Her lips were painted bright red and her eyeshadow was pitch black. Her legs were wrapped in black tights that hugged her leggs all the way down to her thick black boots. She carried a defiant smirk on her face as she walked past the reporters. One reporter asked "Anna, why the black outfit?". She sarcastically replied "Why the hell do you think?". More questions went her way "Anna, do you think you'll be hanged today?" She ignored and continued into the courtroom. It was pretty obvious at this point that Anna believed her trial had been a failure and decided to make a statement. If she was going to be hanged for this trumped up charge, then she was at least going to look and feel sexy during her final moments.

Many jaws dropped as Anna made her way into the courtroom in her "halloween" dress. Her lawyer was beyond not impressed. I could hear them arguing. "You said you wanted me to present myself better to the court" she quipped to him. He fired back "If you wanted to pick an outfit that embodied the very idea of 'im guilty' then youve pulled it off!". She continued with the sarcasm, "Well you blew the case, I figured I'd just dress on theme". As the jury entered the room, many took one look at Anna and made up their minds right then. The older men jurors gawked uncomfortably at her and some of the women scowled. As they entered their delibrations, they only took 30 minutes to come back. As Anna was made to stand and hear the words "Guilty" spoken to her. She seemed largely unphased. She gazed outside through the window at the gallows and then slowly back to the judge who spoke. "Anna, it seems based on your appearance today that you know your sentence before any of the rest of us do". The courtroom let out a nervous laugh and anna broke a faint smile. "Nonetheless, so there's no confusion I'll make it formal by declaring that you are hereby sentenced to be hanged by your neck until you are dead". Anna's smile somewhat faded into a defiant look as he continued "Sentence will be carried out immediately".

As Anna was taken into custody and brought into a holding room to be prepared, I quickly rushed outside to my "spot" that I had stood just earlier that week during the first hanging. I couldn't believe that I was about to see a second one already so soon after the first. Unlike the first hanging, the word "immediately" conveyed a sense of urgency to carry out the sentence as efficiently as possible. Likely because Anna's failed attourney was rushing to file paperwork to stall her execution for at least a day so he could start the futile appeals process. Quickly prepped, Anna popped out of the courthouse and into the crowd escorted by the arm of the familair guards from last week. Familair as well was the clapping as she made her way through the parted crowd towards the wooden gallows. I felt a bit bad for the poor girl knowing what was in store for her, but I also became incredibly horny at the sight of her in that sexy dress making her way up those steps. A noose was quickly fashioned at the end of a rope which was flung over the beam. The hangman rushed up the stairs and quickly called for a stool to be brought up too. Anna appeared resolute. She moved with confident grace and seemed quite resigned to the fact that she had lost her trial and was going to swing. The hangman brushed up against her and grabbed both of her wrists. She pushed her back into him and her hair up against him as she wiggled her arms. Considerably stronger, he forced them down to her butt and tied them tight together with rope. He whispered into her ear to which she defiantly smirked in response to. She needed help undoing her boots before stepping out and standing on the platform in just her tights. Her toes wiggled on the planks. He brushed her aside and over to the stool and whispered again. She shrugged and stepped up onto it. She stared into the crowd as the noose was slipped around her neck and pulled snug. Her hair flowed to the side. She one more time pushed her back into him and tilted her head up. It was starting to get pretty obvious that she was aroused. I can only imagine how good her faint perfume must have smelled to him. The hangman was a man after all, I'm sure he was becoming incredibly turned on. His response to all of this was to do the only thing hew knew how, adjust the noose even tighter around her neck with a firm tug. Regaining his composure, he hopped off the stool and read a quick statment to her. "Anna __ you have been sentenced to death by hanging for drug trafficking. Do you have any thing you want to say?" Still aroused, Anna simply bit her lip and shook her head "mm mm"

He then stepped over beside her and toppled her stool without a second thought. Anna's legs dropped a half a foot and her feet turned inward and down before halting and pointing down. The noose immediately closed and squeezed around her throat cutting off her airway. Anna passionately tilted her neck back as her mouth flung open gasping for air. Her hair flew back and caught the wind and fluttered. She started jolting her legs and swirling them around causing her skirt to lift up and dance along with her. Her eyes squinted shut and squeezed hard as she winced trying to endure the strangling sensation from the noose around her neck. She began to twist away from us on the rope and show us her back side. Her hands were fidgeting hard against the tight restraints. She pointed her toes towads the ground showing bottoms of her feet while she kicked and danced all over the air. Her hair flowed with the wind to the side, showing the noose closing further and flexing tight around her neck. As she swung back around her eyes were now open and severely panicked. Her mouth stayed open and her chest heaved up and down showing a desparate gasping for air. She banged her wrists off her back a few times trying to get free causing her entire body to jolt on the rope several times before giving that up. Her feet pressed onto each other and shook for several seconds before finally exploding into a flurry of panicked frantic kicks. She looked around a bit more wearing a shocked strangled expression on her face before sticking her tongue out and settling her gaze downward at her feet swinging back and forth on the cool breeze.