DROPOUTS
Exits by hanging 

    It was time and past time for the hanging. She had done the crime but had so far managed to avoid payment. Now she was going to get what she had coming. To hell with the courts. I let the masked men into the cell block. They tied me up at gunpoint and hauled her ass out of her cell. There was no need for a gallows or a hood or any of that fancy stuff. They just stood her on a chair and tied a rope around both her neck and a cross bar up at the top of her cell. Then the chair went away. Somehow the thin prison shift got tore and as she kicked it plumb fell off. There she was naked and all, kicking her heels against the steel bars while we watched. It was quite a show but it ended soon enough. And I was left tied there with a dead woman hanging across the aisle. Wish she’d a lasted longer. 

   It was a cold gray soggy morning. The mist was hanging heavy around the tree as the wagon made its was up the muddy lane. Death was in the air. Two nooses were hanging from a handy limb. The two in the cart were sisters, witches by reputation and that was enough to bring them here on this wet morn. They were younger than normal for witches but with witches who knew their real age. They had spells that made them look young when in fact  they were old crones. The hangman was waiting. The cart stopped for just a minute and then drove away without its cargo. They were even now strangling as they hung in the wet fog. Nobody even bothered to stay and watch them die. Two young girls slowly strangling and nobody cared.

    Tides move very slowly when you watch yet when you look away the water level changes quickly. The ebbing tide was lowering the boat. At first the rope tied around her neck was slack and the boat was up at the top on the pier. To those watching it seemed that she would never be pulled off her feet as the boat went down with the tide. To the one wearing the noose the water was receding very rapidly. She had to stand on the rowing bench and even that was still too low to put slack in the rope. Then her feet started to lift from the bench. Finally something was happening and a hush fell over those watching. Yes she was being lifted. Now she was just starting to be killed. It was happening so fast. One second she was standing as the noose was tightened and the next she was being killed by it.  Her feet were now clear and to those watching things happened quickly at last. The boat dropped away and she began to kick and struggle. It lasted only a short time before she stilled and went limp. To her time almost stopped as her feet lifted. It was an eternity between her last breath and her last movement and thought. Forever was spanned by the time it took her to die. A lifetime in her eyes, forever to her air starved lungs. Who was right about the span of time. Just how long does death take?

    Grandmother or not she was going to hang. She was brought out naked just like the younger ones. Her gray hair was to be found at both ends. Her bush was solid gray and thinning. Her pussy lips were sticking out like butterfly wings. One time she had tits that were large, firm, and proud. Now they hung to her belly like overripe grapes. She had wrinkles and stretch marks. The rope still fit her as well as any and she fell the same when the trap opened. For just a second her tits were back up where they once were. Then she hit the end of the rope. Her neck snapped with a brittle branch sound. Her tits banged down and bounced with her body at the rope’s end. The scream that was just started was cut off as her mouth slammed shut on her tongue. By the time her tits had stilled she was dead. In her own way she had put on quite a show just as had the younger girls. Different but good

    It was morning. Her long night was over. Everything was over for her except the last act. She had been married to the guard that had won her in the drawing. A marriage that was performed by the prison imam. She was then taken by her husband to a small room where she was tied to a bed and raped. Raped until he could no longer do it anymore. Then he left and his place was taken by other men. She lost track of how many men had used her during that long night. In the gray light of the dawn her husband returned to find her with a man inside of her and her crotch dripping with the spunk of many men. He divorced her on the spot. Now no longer a virgin but a ruined woman she was barred entrance to heaven. She was covered with a black sheet that was thrown over head. She was naked under it but it covered her body from head to foot so it was enough. A crane stood idling outside with a noose hanging from the hook. The noose was placed over the sheet and around her neck. Her wrists were freed. With a roar the crane came to life and she was lifted. She kicked and twisted. Fighting for her life, never realizing that her frantic struggles were causing the sheet to open and flare and giving those so far below a fine look at her body as she died. Just one last insult from the good ayatollah.

    It was a slow hanging taken to the limits. No gallows. No trap. Not even a rope. Just a frame topped with two boards that had a circle cut from where they met. A circle just big enough for her neck. Under her feet a stack of flat stones. When she was first placed in the frame she could stand  tall and relieve the pressure on her neck and jaw. After the first stone block was removed she needed to stand on tiptoe. After the second she was unable to fully relieve the pressure. By nightfall she had lost three stones and it was hard to breathe. There was no rest for her. In the morning another stone was taken. Her feet swung free from any support at all. By noon she was past caring about anything. Her world was nothing but pain and a dimly remembered memory of having all the air she wanted. Just a tale of course. She finally ended her pain just as the sun was setting. Two days and a night. Thirty six hours of hell. 

    He had raped her and left her tied where she had been when at last he pulled out of her ripped pussy. Her arms were tied behind her back and her feet tied to two stakes in the ground. She was face down. There was a rope tied around her neck so that she had to keep her head up to avoid hanging. It hurt to have to hold her head up like that but he had promised that he would call and tell somebody where she was. It was getting dark and she hoped they would be ale to find her. Her back and neck were on fire. As the stars turned above her she waited. Crying out in answer to shouts only she heard. By morning she was letting herself choke to rest her burned out muscles. Where were they? As the sun passed its zenith she was almost past caring. It was just too much work and pain to keep breathing but somehow she struggled on. He promised. Just after sunset her body stopped answering her needs and her head went down for the last time. But he promised didn’t he. He promised to send help. He did. I remember.