Last moments
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I have known for a long time that I will be hanged today. As I am now
brought to the chamber of execution, I see the rope with the noose
already tied to the ceiling beam. It is awfully long, with the noose
and some slack rope lying on the trapdoor, and I realize with a pang
of regret that I will die by long drop hanging, my neck snapped in a
split second without any pleasure whatsoever in my last moments. I
fall on my knees in front of my executioner, and kiss his boots to beg
for the rope to be shortened, so that I may strangle slowly, but to no
avail. Against my struggles, I am dragged onto my feet and made to
stand on the trapdoor. The executioner adjusts the noose around my
neck, with the knot behind my left ear as is traditional. I look up
and realize that there are at least two meters of slack in the
rope. Then the executioner lays his paw on the lever which will open
the trapdoor.


I love this wolf so fully I offer even his life to him. After
embracing him gently, and kissing him deeply, I lie down on my back in
front of his feet. I say softly to him, "I belong to you completely,
even my very life. Do with me whatever you want." Then I gently take
his right footpaw, and place it right on my throat, while looking into
his eyes with a look full of love. While smiling at me lovingly, he
gently begins to push down onto my throat, then a bit more heavily, as
it becomes difficult for me to breathe. When I finally get a bit blue
in the face from lack of oxygen, he raises his footpaw high into the
air. Will he release me, or will he bring his foot down onto my neck
with a savage kick, crushing my throat?


The wolf, the jackal and me, we have been a love triad for a long
time. But now the two have decided that they want to get rid of
me. So, by their secret agreement, during our love play, all of a
sudden they pounce on me, hold me down, and tie my hands behind my
back. I have no idea what this is about, until I see the jackal take a
rope and tie a noose in one end, while smiling at me ever so
lovingly. I realize then that this will be the end for me. The two
pull me onto my feet, and lead me to a chair that they have placed
next to our bed. I notice that they have installed a hook in the
ceiling, as the jackal routes the rope through the hook and then ties
off the other end, letting the noose dangle in mid-air. The wolf
guides me to step onto the chair, and then (stepping on a ladder
behind me) places the noose around my neck, forcing me to get on my
toetips. Meanwhile the jackal already has his footpaw on the chair on
which I am standing, ready to kick it away. The wolf hugs the jackal
in a gentle embrace, and kisses him intimately, while I wait for the
kick of the jackal's footpaw that will send me to Anubis' realm.


I am in Alex Reynard's Hell, more specifically in Ms. Schaddenfreude's
school class. She has decided to punish me: While I am sitting on the
ground, leaning against a wall, she has embedded my head in an urinal
which has been sealed off at the bottom (near my neck). Now she orders
her entire class to take turns pissing at my head, until I drown in
the urine accumulated in the urinal. One by one, the students come to
the front of the classroom to piss at me. Each one has to step onto my
legs to reach the urinal, so I get a chance to caress their footpaws
while they piss. (Thank you, Ms. Schaddenfreude, for that. *grins*)
Soon the level of urine in the urinal rises and rises, and it becomes
difficult for me to position my head so that I can still breathe. Then
Bartleby comes up. Smiling at me happily, he aims his boner straight
at my face and starts to piss. (In Hell you can always piss, even with
a boner.) He pisses and pisses.


After I have been told that my death sentence will now be carried out,
I am escorted by two soldiers to my executioner. With my hands tied
behind my back, I am made to kneel in front of him. While the soldiers
hold me down by my shoulders, I wordlessly watch the executioner take
his pistol in hand, and step behind me. I hear the sound of the gun
being readied, and a moment later, I feel the muzzle of the gun cold
against the back of my neck, while I wonder how many seconds I have
left.


I have long been held as an inmate of the asylum for the sexually
insane, the only reason for my arrest being my perversely twisted
footpaw fetish. When I heard that a fellow inmate was condemned as
being incurable, and therefore was to be disposed of by hanging, I
could not resist the temptation of sneaking into the chamber below the
gallows trapdoor. There I now stand, and wait for the execution. I do
not have to wait long until the trapdoor opens, and the rabbit's
struggling footpaws drop through. Eagerly and happily aroused,
forgetting everything around me, I lustily sniff and lick the rabbit's
footpaws while he slowly strangles to death. Suddenly the chamber door
flies open, two guards storm in, and seize me immediately. "I cannot
believe it, even while a fellow of his is destroyed for being
incurable, he cannot contain his perverse desires. I guess he's just
as hopeless ... take him upstairs and string him up as well." I am
harshly dragged to the execution room upstairs, to the gallows where
the rabbit is swinging, still twitching weakly. "Ah damn," one guard
exclaims, "the other slut isn't dead yet, so the noose is still
occupied." The other guard just says, "Ah well, no problem...," as he
retrieves another rope, makes a noose, and then ties the rope off at
the same crossbeam from which the rabbit is already hanging. The other
guard meanwhile pulls a clear plastic hood over my head, sealing off
my breath completely, and then harshly shoves me towards the trapdoor,
where the other guard is waiting with the noose in hand. Once there,
they place the noose around my neck. Then I find myself held firmly by
the shoulder by the two guards, about to be thrown down the open
trapdoor, to dangle next to the rabbit and to share his fate.