The Hanging of Eva

Eva sat alone on a wooden chair in a dark cell, tears streaming down her cheeks. There were only two other furnishings in the cell, a metal bench attached to the wall and a bucket for her toilet. The only light was from a bulb in the hall cealing outside that filtered in through the small barred window in the heavy wooden door of her cell. Another tiny barred window to the outside let in a little bit of light during the day. It was too high for her to see out. It did not matter now as it was dark outside. It was a cold night and she only had a thin blanket that she had wrapped around herself. Her execution was scheduled before dawn; she would never see the sun again. She was only 15 and it did not seem fair that her life was to end the next morning. Her trial had been a farce, a trumped up treason charge, merely a cover for the corrupt revolutionary political system that had already murdered her parents. She sat alone in the dark and thought about her short life.

She was a pretty child, in fact beautiful. Her long dark hair, contrasting with smooth white skin, framed a classical face with full lips, well formed nose, and dark eyes. When she smiled there was a magic that had already begun to work on the boys at her school. She once had a boyfriend. Older, at 17 he had seemed so mature, so manly. She remembered that night 5 months ago, just after her birthday, when they made love at her house. Her parents were out for the evening; it was awkward, on her bed in her room, fumbling at each other’s cloths, kissing deeply and feeling the softness of his tongue in her mouth. She was a virgin but he had a little experience. He had caressed her between her legs with his fingers and then found her warm moist slit with his tongue. She had never known such ecstasy. He then directed her mouth to his hard penis, sucking came naturally to her and he came quickly. The salty taste and stickiness of his semen had seemed strange in her mouth, but she swallowed. It seemed to give him such pleasure. After more kissing and caressing he had slipped his penis into her wet slit. It had hurt, but it hurt so good! He thrust for a long while before he came again, deep inside her. She had not reached a climax then but had earlier by his licking. She felt so satisfied, they had been as one, she loved him so.

But now it was over. Her lover had been shot down in the streets during the revolution. Her parents both dead, her older brother gone, no one knew where. Likely he was dead too. Tomorrow she would join them all. She wept. Several hours passed. It was now “tomorrow.”

There were voices in the hall outside of her cell and a rattle of keys and a sound of the lock turning. Her heart went to her throat. Then the heavy door swung open and a man walked in, flanked by two guards with machine guns. “I am the prison doctor,” he said. “I am here to examine and prepare you.”

She looked up at him with frightened eyes. “How am I to die?” she heard herself ask. It was as though she was outside her body and witnessing the events. No one had told her how her execution was to take place. Only when. It added to the terror.

“You are to be hanged in about an hour.” He said. “I am to examine you to make sure that you are fit for the execution.”

“Will it hurt?” She asked, her fear building.

“No, the examination does not hurt.”

“I mean hanging.” She managed to choke out.

The Doctor looked at her with piercing, cruel eyes. He had dark features, a cruel heavy mustache, and his lips worked into a sneer. “Judging from how hard the hanged struggle, I imagine that it does. A young, healthy girl like you generally dances on the end of the rope for a good five minutes before passing out. It is quite entertaining, erotic in fact.” His eyes danced, he was enjoying this. She was sorry that she had asked.

He indicated for her to stand up and sat on the bench in front of her and said, “Get undressed.” She looked around at the smirking guards and began to unbutton her blouse. She placed it on the chair but one of the guards quickly picked it up and placed it in a bag.

“Can’t I have it back?” she said fearfully, her eyes growing wide.

“You will have no need for your cloths, please continue or I will ask the guards to undress you and I assure you that they will not be too gentle about it.”

She continued with her skirt, which was quickly placed in the bag. “Your bra and panties, everything.” He said.

“But what will I wear?” she said, fighting to hold back the tears.

“Nothing!” the doctor said. “You have no need of clothing from this point.”

Eva removed the rest of her clothing. Bra, panties, stockings and shoes were quickly taken. She looked lovely in the dimly lit cell. She exposed her perfectly formed female body, round bottom and small, pert breasts. Her nipples were hard and prominent with the cold and surrounded by a dark aural. Between her legs was a patch of black pubic hair, which contrasted with her milky white belly and legs. The guards leered at her.

The Doctor listened to her heart with a stethoscope and then probed her vagina and anus with his fingers. She winced at the touch of his cold fingers and wondered why he had to do this. She was too frightened to protest.

“Are you a virgin?”

“No.” She said, not knowing why he asked.

“Well, we cannot be sure,” said the Doctor. “The revolutionary council has decreed that we cannot execute women who are virgins. So we will see to it that you are not a virgin before you hang.”

“What do you mean?” She said. The Doctor indicated for the two guards to escort her out of the cell. Each one grabbed her by an arm.

“No! I don’t want to go! I’m not ready yet! Please, no, not yet!” she pleaded.

But it was to little avail. The strong guards dragged her down the hallway in spite of her struggles. The Doctor walked behind.

They entered a large room with a high ceiling and she glanced around. The first thing that she saw was a rope hanging from a beam with a noose tied into one end of it and the other end attached to a stay on the wall. The rope was a strong nylon about 1.5 cm thick and the noose was tied into a gallows knot, three turns, and unlike the related hangman’s knot, designed to strangle the victim, not break the neck. Under the noose was a platform, about four feet high, with four steps leading up to it. Two more guards stood next to the gallows. There were a dozen chairs where the same number of soldiers was seated to witness the proceedings. By now Eva was shaking with fright and she began to void herself. Quickly, the guards forced her to sit on a bucket by the door.

As she glanced around frightened, as she perceived something that she had not noticed before. A set of stocks, with a large hole in the center for the prisoner’s neck and two smaller holes for the hands. Next to it, about waste high was a wooden rail mounted on two posts with straps across the top and on the posts. When she had finished voiding, the guards grabbed Eva and pulled her toward the stocks. Now she understood.

“No! Please! Not that!” she screamed and continued to scream as they dragged her. The soldiers began to laugh.

The guards bent Eva over the railing and placed her neck and wrists securely in the stocks. The top strap went across her waste to hold her bottom in place and her legs were pulled apart and securely strapped to the posts. Her anus and vulva were exposed from behind. The guards began to unzip their trousers.

The Doctor, however, had the honour of going first. Eva winced as he slipped his hard penis into her vagina and began to pump. Her screaming subsided into sobs as he thrust in and out, grunting heavily. One of the guards stepped in front of her as the Doctor pumped away. He held a wicked cat-o-nine-tails, studded with small lead weights, in front of her.

“See this?” He asked. “Do you know what this can do to your pretty ass?”

Eva nodded yes as she continued to sob and the Doctor continued to ram her from behind.

“So what will it be?” He continued, “Suck my dick, or the cat on your ass?” he asked as he held his stiff member in front of her nose.

She nodded again and opened her mouth as the guard pushed his penis deep into her throat causing her to gag. She did not bite out of fear of what the cat would do to her. The Doctor pumped Eve from behind as the guard pushed himself into her throat. She gagged and made choking sounds, trying to breath.

“Listen to that,” chortled the guard, “she’ll be choking even more on the end of the rope.”

The Doctor finally exploded inside Eva, with loud gasping and pulled out. The second guard stepped up, but instead of putting his hard penis into her vagina, he thrust it into her anus. The pain was almost more than she could bear and it caused her to bight down on the guard who was raping her from the front, just as he was coming. It was not a hard bite but he yelled out non-the-less, cursing her “you just bought yourself a dozen, slut! Just as soon as we finish with this. Now swallow!” Out of fear, Eva swallowed the load that he had left in her mouth. A few drops of his semen dribbled from her lips and chin.

Everyone in the room was laughing riotously, except Eva, of course. She could not laugh as the third guard had already stepped up and thrust his engorged organ into her mouth. Thus it went for the better part of the next hour. The guards and then the soldiers, who now became participants, raping her in her vagina, anus, and mouth. The floor beneath the railing that held her became slippery with the ejaculate of the men as it dripped out of her. The men who took her from the front insisted that she swallow every drop.

“One thing for sure,” commented one of the soldiers, “She’s no virgin now.”

Finally, after everyone had spent themselves, the guard with the wounded member stepped up with the wicked whip and dangled it in front of her fearful eyes. “I’m sorry,” she begged. “Please, don’t, I didn’t meat too bite you! It hurt, it was an accident.”

Eva’s pleading was to no avail and the guard laid the cat across Eva’s buttocks with all of his strength. It left a nasty welt and she screamed out in pain. One after the other, he delivered eleven more blows and blood started to trickle down her legs. Her screaming became hoarse sobs.

After the beating a bucket of salt water was splashed across Eva’s backside, causing even more pain. This served to wash away much of the semen that was trickling out of her two violated holes. She was then unstrapped and released from the stocks. Two of the guards pulled her hands behind her and tied them together with a heavy chord. It bit into her wrists, causing even more pain. The guards escorted her to the gallows where the Doctor waited. She saw that he was to be her executioner. Nearly delirious with pain and fear she felt her legs give way beneath her.

The guards dragged her up the four steps where the Doctor waited at the top. The noose hung at the level of her heaving breasts. Without saying a word, but with a wicked smile on his face, the Doctor placed the noose around her neck. He tightened the knot just behind her left ear. Stepping back to inspect his placement of the rope he whispered to her “Now you will do a dance for us.”

One of the guards took up most of the slack in the rope and tied it securely to the stay on the wall. The Doctor and guards stepped down from the platform and the steps were moved away, leaving Eva standing alone on her wobbly legs. Did anyone in the room appreciate how lovely she was, standing alone with the rope around her neck? Her breasts, with their lovely erect nipples, heaving as she took in her last gasps of air, her nearly perfect round bottom, now marred by the recent beating, the lovely patch of pubic hair contrasting with the white skin of her belly and legs. Most of all, her lovely face, full lips, dark eyes, framed with her now wildly tangled main of long dark hair.

A moment only, at a signal from the Doctor a chord was pulled by one of the guards and the gallows platform collapsed under Eva. She felt a falling sensation in her stomach and let out an audible gasp as she dropped several centimeters. The rope tightened around her neck with a jerk, tilting her head, slightly, to the right.

It took about four and a half minutes before Eva lost consciousness. To her it seemed like four and a half hours. When she felt the rope jerk tight she hung limply for a few seconds. The pain was intense because the drop, as short as it was, still caused the rope to bight deeply into her skin and tear at the tendons and muscles in her neck. After several seconds she realized that her windpipe was squeezed off and she tried desperately to get her breath. Her legs started to flail and kick as she tried to find a perch to take the pressure off of her neck and allow her to catch her breath. Her hands strained at the cord that bound her and her fingers opened and closed as a trickle of blood ran off her wrists, where the cord bit into her skin. It dripped to the collapsed platform beneath her mingling with the blood trickling from the welts on her bottom and thighs and the semen still dripping from her vagina and anus. Eva’s wild eyes took in the room. There were the guards, the Doctor, the soldiers, watching her with a fascinated interest. Many of them with smirking and rubbing their crotches. Her face started turn red and then took on an increasingly crimson color as blood pooled above the strangling noose.

About a minute into her hanging Eva lifted her knees to her breasts and kicked down. This had the momentary effect of propelling her upward and relieving the pressure on her neck. She was able to draw a rasping breath. But the subsequent drop tightened the gallows knot further. Being a self-locking knot no amount of struggling would loosen it. The second time she kicked the rope remained tight around her neck and she was unable to gain a gasp of air. She tried a third time but it was a weaker kick and only tightened the knot further.

Two minutes into her hanging, delirious with pain and starving for oxygen, Eva felt an increasing energy build up in her loins an erotic energy which finally exploded into a powerful orgasm causing her pelvis to convulse in a series of thrusts as the pleasure, mixed with pain, swept over her. The watching men laughed, some of them applauded. They knew what had happened. They also knew that the show was nearly over.

After her orgasm, Eva largely gave up her struggles, as total exhaustion set in. She kicked weakly and her breasts heaved vainly as she tried to breath. Her hands continued to work at the ropes binding her wrists and her eyes, bloodshot now, cast wildly around the room. About three and a half minutes into her hanging she seemed to find a last reserve of strength and kicked wildly for a few seconds and then hung from the noose limply and waited for the end. She lost bowl and bladder control and small amount of feces and a trickle of urine fell to the platform beneath her, mingling with the blood and semen. Only her eyes fluttering open and closed and a slight heaving of her pert little breasts as her lungs attempted to fill themselves, indicated that she was conscious. Her face turned from a crimson to a deep red-purple and her tongue began to poke out of her mouth as a stream of drool dripped from her chin. Her face was not lovely any more.

After all movement stopped the Doctor lit a cigarette and walking to where she hung, pressed the lit end of the cigarette against her left nipple. She shuttered and her feet fluttered momentarily. She was still alive, and barely conscious. At four and a half minutes into her hanging the Doctor applied the cigarette to her right nipple. There was no response. He then motioned to the guards and two of them walked to the unfortunate hanging girl, being careful not to step into her mess, each grasped one of her legs and threw all of their weight pulling downwards. There was a popping sound as Eva’s neck broke. She shuttered. She was dead.

Eva was left hanging for an hour and then taken down. Her body was unceremoniously thrown into the river that ran by the prison walls as the sun was coming up over the hills to the east. Hoses were used to clean up the execution room and it was prepared for the victim of the next day. A boy 14 years old. The guards and soldiers were already looking forward to making sure that he was not a virgin when he hanged from the gallows.

Copyright by G.M. (2006).

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