Wendy's winding gallows Tour : Stone steps


It was this gallows that had me start this little journal.  A good friend in our Gasper Gang club pointed out a very unique gallows that was just off the main hiking path in the woods.  It looked like maybe there was once a campground or something nearby.  Perhaps some Gasper Gang types ran it a while ago but that had fallen into disrepair.


The sphinx's blue paws crackled on pine needles as she walked her way to the nearly hidden path.  Just enough care had been taken to keep it walkable, but the windy twists seemed bent to obfuscate the stone foundation hidden further down hill.


A grey overcast sky cast a muddled dimness, as fall weather threatened to mist.  A good look as she turned the switchbacks down the hill and to reach the clearing edge. 


The device was rather small as these go.  The foundation was two feet tall, made of stone and mortar.  The steps showed some polish from footsteps of use over the years.  Certainly not new given the moss growing on the sides, though the mortar had a nice hodge podge of shades from being repaired over years.  It certainly wasn’t abandoned.
 
Clearly some group still used it, even if the rest of the campground clearing had been filled with encroaching weeds.  A path wound past the weed ridden camp clearing, perhaps it was another trail long ago.  


The wooden bar to hang from stuck out past the edge of the stone foundation.  A simple stout bar is 8 feet tall from the foundation, making it about teen feet to top of the worn wooden bar.  The two thick poles had a plain metal bar attached for pulling the trapdoor release, and a pair of sconces for holding a torch.  Clearly someone enjoyed some starlit nights watching someone dance under the moon.


The setup for it was blatant with a faint groove worn in the center of the wooden pole, while metal pegs provided a guide on each side of that worn polished wood.  Their edges rounded from years of supporting a rope. 


The trapdoor was only about two feet long, obviously designed for a taut noose and no drop given the lack of spacing out for one to avoid reaching the stone edge if they dropped too low.


Hinges looked a little rusty, though oiled within the turning parts.  There was a wooden board set amidst the stones at the front edge of the gallows, so the fasteners could be more easily maintained and replaced.


The trapdoor release was simple enough.  Pulling the lever actuated two metal flanges on the gibbet post wood. Pulling the lever down tugged them apart and released the door, though resetting it was likely a trickier prospect.  Needing someone to push the door back up and then ease those bars back under the edges of the wood.


This would keep someone very large from using it without risk, but it seemed to be for very modest use.  Maybe even biased for the, ahem, smaller half of dancers.


The little scratches had been worn in the trapdoor, each scratch a pair of claws that found the door under them opening suddenly.  Leaving some lucky guy or gal to hang by a rope amidst the forest clearing.


The big sphinx made a pleased rumble and rubbed her flat breasts with a big lion paw.  Thinking of a pretty summer night.  Friend helping you get ready under torchlight as a campfire blazed at the other end of the clearing.  Keeping your audience warm while you got ready to cool under the night sky.


Nice slap of wood on stone.  The quiet creaking of a taut rope.  And the lutful sounds of someone choking out under the moon.  A blissful way to end an evening.


Though the big lioness reared up on the stone platform, able to reach the top bar with outstretched paws.  She might be putting it pretty close to it's limit.  But it could probably hold a good 200 pounds of tween feline monster.  


She walked back down to notice the dirt under the trapdoor upturned and disturbed, perhaps from recent use.  Perhaps some of the other snuff clubs know who runs this pretty little gallows.  Must be getting some use now and then, as still being taken care of.


Certainly would be a lovely way to admire the stars ...






     Wendy's winding gallows : Balance beam


While au naturel was her preferred style of gallows and dangling, there was always something neat about something very specific and mechanical for hanging someone.  A small snuff resort has an infamously curious design as she padded down the gravel paths towards the tall T shaped device.


An adorable ‘wild west’ theme, this club catered mostly to dancing from horseback.  Some barns and traditional wooden style frames, and of course, a good tavern for having a lewd frolic in a rough hewn inn.  Even the occasional ‘public execution’ from a grand wooden gallows.


But they loved to sneak a little bit of a steampunk vibe here and there too, mostly as an excuse for modern conveniences. This steam crane device seemed mostly a cute little excuse to get a little sillier with their designs.


She smiled as she saw the big metal frame bar lift upwards on one end as the other was pulled to the dirt. Someone was having a good time.  She pressed in to wiggle amongst the crowd and get a little closer to admire a show.


A naughty vixen in exaggerated lingerie swung from a simple rough hewn rope.  Connected to the lifted bar, it lifted her a good couple feet off the ground.  That bar jutted up about fifteen feet upwards now, hinged on an impressive metal pole with a support that looked like a spider and a crane had a child.  The controls showed an impressive number of gauges and dials, but in reality it wasn’t a very complicated system.  The ‘sheriff’ rooster mostly just watched the girl kick her feet rather than paying the machine any mind.


A steam engine winch had a cable connected to the back end of the bar, which stuck out a good 8 feet or so. Capable of pulling an impressive amount of weight, it made this a very popular choice for larger sized monsters to get their hanging kink on.  The cable would pull the bottom end of the bar downward.  And the front, well, we already saw how nice and high that goes upwards.


The wiggling flutter of vixen stockings and lash of a tail as the busty lady jiggled and wriggled from her noose.  Nice, steady tug wasn’t too rough, as the big device casually hoists big or small.  Locking into place after a little rumble and hissing and chugging.  Probably that was even mostly for show.  Though it is likely to be a true steam engine running it.  A little plume of dark smoke announced a show starting as much as the metal bar lifting lazily upwards.


It may not have the pretty majesty of a little flutter in the breeze of some outdoors gallows.  But the young sphinx certainly rubbed her tan neck with a forepaw as she thought of herself lifted from her forepaws to dangle above the sandy pit beneath the gibbet.  


Big hindpaws walking forward to the pawprints her front paws left in the sands before.  Ulp~  Up goes a kitten.  Tail making funny markings lashing the sand as she gets a couple feet higher by a rope around her neck. To kick those hindpaws and their black pads as they long for the earth below.


And as the motherly vixen was demonstrating, a well tied rope won’t leave her longing for too long before she’s lowered back down, with a pretty new halo to show off.  Just a lewd expired corpse to be auctioned for use in a tavern bedroom.  


Always a wonderful ‘fate’ and the recordings were usually quite fun to watch afterwards.








     Wendy's winding gallows 3: Elevating oneself


The sphinx peeked over the amusing room.  A playful faux high tech appearance meant lots of polished smooth plastic and ceramic in white, with lots of little glowing lights and lines.  Of course, rounded edges and cheerful smoothness wouldn’t hide with the imposing device.  Or the drain the slanted platform’s subtle grooves pointed towards in the tile floor.


A familiar arm and a tall pole held a rope.  The white fabric was sleek and artificial looking, but a noose was still a noose.  The winching mechanism in the pole meant the rope disappeared into the device rather than tied into it.  A humming from the base of the support showing the hidden motor, faint grooves disguising the access panel for the motor and winch assembly if needed or to switch ropes.


But it was the two platforms beneath the bar that were more interesting.  A larger one was beneath the noose whose purpose was probably pretty obvious.  A smaller platform was adjacent to it, housing a little panel to adjust the lifts and winch, touch screen display perhaps lacking a bit of gravitas for the more serious use of the device.  Well, if death wasn’t such an impermanent thing these days.


The sphinx was invited closer to sit herself on the big platform.  Some paw markers suggested places to stand as she smiled over to the pretty swan woman who was helping show it off.  Graceful white feathers in a gauzy dress that showed off feral curves and hid little, not that the tall swan had a ton to hide really.


Those graceful orange talon hands gave sphinx ears a petting as the swan smiled, “of course, using this gallows is pretty simple.  It’s a good match for taurs and ferals and other odd body shapes, can be very gentle.”


The lift hummed as both raised up, bringing that simple white loop closer and closer.  Wendy peeking up shyly as the simple knot drew close.  It had a sweet smell, and glistened with slippery oils.  Knot ready to smoothly close around a neck, big or small.  She suspected it could hold a lot more than it’s relative slimness suggested.


“I think this rope would be a little too small for you, we’d want to feed something thicker for your pretty freckles, but you may try it on if you’d like,” The swan offered as she opened the loop of fabric for the young sphinx.


A little blush in freckles as the girl’s freckled cheeks nuzzled and explored.  Sniffing with her human head like a cat might, before carefully pressing her chin onto the bottom of the loop.  A shivery purr and blush as the swan’s graceful webbed talons drew the rope back to rest around their shoulders and asked,  “How does that feel?”


“Oh, that’s nice. So I suppose you’d have me sit on my butt and lean up some, while you tied me off.  And then…”  Wendy smiled as she peeked back, trying to imitate the pose of her forepaws against her back.


“And then I’d lower down my platform, no fun getting kicked by a cute lad or lass.  And well…” The swan attendant gave the girl’s paws a little pet with a wing tip.


The two just grinned a little, the unspoken words leaving dancing thoughts in the sphinx of her freckled neck gripped by the knot.  Lifting her upwards as her hindpaws shifted.  More and more weight settling into the rope as she stood up. Big legs lifting herself until she could stand no more.  Her paws to lash one last time before they graced the air’s helpless support under them.


She peeked down, surprised to see no scratch marks on the smooth surface under her.  Must be rather tough, as certainly quite a few scratchy claws, hooves, or talons lashed upon the surface in a last frantic press for relief from the knot around one’s neck.


“And then you’d be left for a good hour, to just enjoy yourself as much as one can in that airless embrace.”  A little wink from the swan “I’m sure your blue butt would make a pretty little pelt, you would be quite fetching as some gloves.  Perhaps you should volunteer yourself sometime.  I’d love a chance to bid on your fur.”


The noose opened once more with almost a wistful squirm from the sphinx, “oh, it is quite a nice setup, maybe sometime you’ll see my blue butt waddle for the platform you lower far beneath my helpless feet”


The two looked a little more flushed, as the platform lowered back, safely, leaving the noose dangling for another neck to fill.  Waiting patiently, as it always does.