Ewp Hanging Snuff
Banda Philpot
Joan heard the guards coming towards the
cell doors.Joan's hands were holding her daughters hands. She could not believe
that they
were going to hang her little 98 pound 13
year old daughter. "Mom", Susan said looking up at her mother.
"Don't let them do this. It was just a cd i stole.
Please." Susan had not stopped crying since
the sentence was announced 6 hours ago.She just stole the cd in the morning then at
noon she was before a judge. She had on
a white dress which her mother gave to her
before they went to the judge. The cell door opened. Two guards came in."It is time Susan." one of the guards Rick said.
He looked at his partner. His partner Abe just
smiled at the little girl."Its time for your dance little girl" Abe, the other
guard, sneeringly said. He reached down
and grabbed Susan away from her mother.Joan jumped up. "No i want to at least hold
her until it is time."Abe smiled at the mother. "Ok you can help
her to the gallows. The crowd will love that."Susan just held onto her mother tightly. Her
small arms wrapped around Joan's slender
waist."Come on Abe be nice she's the kids mom"
Rick replied. Rick and Abe got on either side of Susan
and her mother and started walking towards
the door leading outside.Joan knew she had to be strong for both of
them. She just held her daughter tightly
against her and kept telling her that it will
be ok. "Shh dear. It won't hurt. They know
what they are doing." Just as they reached the door the door opened.
A guard was pushing a stretcher the stretcher
at least covered the body. Except for the hand
that was hanging out. A hand that had thin
fingers and nails painted red. The hand was
also very white.Susan just looked and just gripped her mother
tighter. She felt so frightened.They finally made it outside. The crowd was
cheering. Many in the crowd had never
seen anyone so young to hang. Joan filled up with tears. Many of these people
she knew. These same people so nice to them
just yesterday. She just looked at her daughter.
Susan looked so pale. "Lets go up these stairs." Abe said pointing to
the gallows. Just 13. "I, I can't. No." Susan blurted out. Rick went
to grab her but Joan just held her hand out.
"No she is my daughter i will help her." Joan
felt so sick and scared for her daughter.They slowly mounted the stairs. Joan just
stroked Susan's hair all the way up. "Shh
dear mommy is right here!" Finally they were at the top. The hangman
looked at Susan. He knelt down a bit to be
at her level. The hangman hated doing this
to young girls. His own daughter is Susan's
age. "This really will not hurt," he said
softly. He looked at Joan and whispered
"trust me". The hangman took Susan's hands. "Come
with me." Joan still crying kissed her daughter
on the top of her strawberry blonde hair."MOMMY" Susan screamed looking at the
noose. Joan just held out her hands and
loudly said "I love you." The hangman put Susan's head down. "Please
its better if you do not look." Susan was positioned over the trapdoor. Abe
and Dick quickly shackled her legs together.Tears were rolling down Susan and Joan's
eyes. Joan wrapped her hands around herself
in a protective position. Abe whispered to Susan "Dance little girl
dance" as the hangman was putting the
noose around Susan's neck.Susan tried to back away but couldn't the
noose and leg shackles were constricting
her movement. The hangman looked at Abe and Dick and
said calmly "Get off my gallows. Lets
give some dignity to this girl."Dick pushed Abe in the back. "You doofus
your big mouth," He said realizing that
Abe just did his last hanging. He was just
fed up with Abe's mouth.All that was left on the gallow's were Joan,
Susan and the hangman. Joan looked pleadingly at the hangman, "Please don't! She is only 13.
Don't" The crowd started to chant. "Dance, Dance
Dance" impatiently wanting the girl to dance.The hangman looked at Joan. "Sorry the
best i can do is make sure her neck snaps.
She will not feel much pain." Joan just
put her hand to her mouth and just squeeked
out a "no, please."Susan moved her head towards her mother
and whispered "mommy".That was the last word Susan said. The
trapdoor opened and she fell through. She
felt a snap in her neck then she felt nothing
more. Joan just screamed as she heard the snap.
She just lost her baby girl. She then walked
to the opening and looked down as her
Susan twisted dead in the air. Her head
pointing down in a weird way with the tounge
sticking out.The End.Could you please comment. This is my first
snuff story. Any and all suggestions are
welcome.
I did not write this as a porn story. Just
as an execution hanging story.
The origin of this came from a Bonanza
episode where a son was going to hang
and his mother was being brought to town
and she looked up and saw the gallows. A mother/child bond is an extremely
strong bond and i wanted to write a
story in which a mother had to watch
her daughter hang.I thought this was the most appropriate
ng for a hanging story.Also the idea of executing teens is not
a new concept.If i offended anyone sorry but this was not
meant to be a offensive nor porn story.
Twise Replies:
I really like your stories, please post more. Don't worry about
making them sexy, because that's what it's about here. How
about a story where a guy hangs himself for his girl friends
pleasure....gives new meaning to blowing in the wind?
Thanks!
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