"Day at the Museum - #1 Hanging [guess what, f-self, executio" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/GJRXTz0y Created on: Friday 8th of September 2017 08:47:19 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:17:54 AM UTC Day at the Museum - #1 Hanging [guess what, f-self, execution, con] “Thank you. I hope you all enjoy your stay at the new and improved Museum of Historical Execution, Torture and Suicide. Have a nice day.” The receptionist waves us through and we file into the main room – only to almost immediately pause and stare when under big cheers and applause from the bystanders a somewhat regal-looking girl with long green hair cuts her own stomach open horizontally with a short knife, and shortly after gets beheaded by a boy with a katana standing next to her, her neck spurting fountains of blood all over. I have to respect her for pulling that off so calmly, I don't think I'd have the guts for that. Heh, pun not intended. “Ah, I see you arrived just in time to see the finale.” A female voice says from behind and several of us flinch as we turn around. There's a tall dark-haired woman standing behind us, holding a clipboard and adjusting her glasses. She's wearing high-heels, a dark blue skirt and a blouse, the typical 'office lady' sort of look, except her skirt is rather short, and the blouse is very form-fitting, barely containing her sizable chest; so more like 'hot secretary'. “I take it you're Akiyama-san's class, correct?” “Yes.” Our teacher quickly steps up, returning the woman's small bow. “We booked a tour for 10'o clock.” “You're perfectly on time. My name is Yuuna Kuroba, and I will be your guide for the day. Let's get going, shall we?” After a quick headcount – and catching one boy who wandered off to inspect a headman's axe, cutting his finger in the process – we start the tour. Kuroba-san leads us through a huge array of torture devices and techniques, explaining each and every one of them, along with historical context or sometimes particularly entertaining anecdotes of other visitors. A few people volunteer to test out some of the exhibits, with one very reserved girl, Ai, staying behind in sensory deprivation for an hour because it 'beats the noise and people out here', and Daisuke, a tough guy so delinquent it hurts, being reduced to whimpering by mere seconds of waterboarding; I'm probably a terrible person for finding that funny, but he was honestly asking for it. Once we get to the actual executions, of course the volunteers trickle out very quickly, even though big-breasted blonde Haruka considers impalement for entirely too long; then again she's well-known for her promiscuity, so it stands to reason she'd be enticed by the prospect of a long, hard rod driving up her insides, but in the end she decides no to. “Hanging is a very widespread method of both execution and suicide, used all over the world since medieval times.” Kuroba-san explains as we stop in front of a pair of gallows, one a very medieval-looking wooden construction with a trapdoor under the noose, the other a more modern-looking platform with the noose hanging from a metal pole with a small control panel. “Depending on the exact method, death can occur almost instantaneously within just a few seconds, or can take as long as 20 minutes.” She continues “In a long drop, the carotid sinus reflex, breaking of the neck, or even decapitation if the drop was too long, will lead to a very quick end, while short drop or suspension can lead to a drawn-out struggle until death through strangulation occurs.” Kuroba-san finishes her explanations with a story about how a particularly vain volunteer majorly understated her weight and ended up decapitated, before asking the same question as she did almost every time. “As usual, do we have any volunteers to try out the exhibit?” “Um... yes.” After a short pause a girl with shoulder-length deep red hair steps up to a general murmur through the group, and it takes me a moment to remember her name as Mina. Our guide seems a little surprised, but very quickly regains her professionalism. “You have read the flier you had to sign, and you know what this means?” “Yes.” “Good. I'll need your name, and your teacher to confirm everything is in order.” “Mina Yukimura.” As Kuroba-san expertly fills out a form on her flier, Akiyama-sensei double-checks her list before confirming Mina has signed all the paperwork the museum made us fill out preemptively for these cases so the tour wouldn't be disrupted for too long. “Very well. Note that we stopped offering the long drop method after the decapitation incident I just mentioned, along with complaints that they were over far too quick and unspectacular, so you have the choice between short drop or suspension.” “There isn't too much of a difference, is there? ...Let's just say suspension, then.” With a nod Kuroba-san ascends the modern platform and types something into the controls, lowering the noose with a low whirring sound. “We are required for legal reasons to film this anyways, but are you okay with the recording of your death being reused for commercial purposes? We regularly publish highlight reels of our volunteers on DVD and online; when you make it on one, your family will get sent a copy, as well as your entry fee refunded, on top of a small compensation.” Mina just shrugs. “Whatever. Use it if you want, not like I'll be able to care anymore.” She climbs up the platform, gazing at the noose quizzically. “Now what?” “We're about ready. Normally executions are performed fully clothed, but for us that part is optional. So feel free to strip if you want.” After a moment's deliberation, Mina takes off her shoes, socks and jacket, and already most of the boys – and a fair portion of the girls – are starting a chant of “Take it off!”, but she begins lifting her shirt, only to drop it back down. “Sorry, but that's all you get, pervs.” She adds with a grin, then steps under the noose and places it around her neck. “This is it.” Kuroba-san says adjusting the noose for Mina. “Any last words?” “Let me just say that I'm wearing beautiful white panties today, and we all know how short these skirts of ours are. So you may get a bit of a show after all.” As expected, this produces a loud cheer from almost everyone, myself included; even if I'm still kinda 'on the fence' about if I'm into boys or girls or what, the prospect of Mina's struggle delivering some panty shots does seem rather enticing. “Do it.” Mina says, and Kuroba-san nods, then pushes a big button, and the winch contained within the pole activates. For the first few moments nothing happens except for the rope slowly pulling taut, then Mina starts stretching her back and standing on her tiptoes, but before long the mechanism lifts her feet off the ground for good. Even though her smile is a little strained, for several moments she keeps her composure, just lightly swaying, before her legs start slowly, almost rhythmically moving back and forth as she lets out a low choking sound. Mina's quickly turns red, and it only takes a brief moment longer before she starts speeding up, her kicks progressively more frantic as her hands begin clawing at the noose around her neck to little effect. As she predicted, Mina's struggles soon begin raising her skirt high enough for her to show some flashes of white beneath, much to the delight of most spectators, and better yet, thanks to my relatively small size, most of the others let me stand in front of them, so I pretty much have front-row seats to the show. ...I may be into girls after all. “Hey.” After a few minutes, my best friend, blue-haired Yuki, nudges my side and points up at Mina. “Look at her chest.” Inbetween Mina's flailing and gyrating it takes me a moment to make out, but from the looks of it she isn't wearing a bra and her nipples are erect and clearly visible through her shirt that's sitting rather tight over her – for her age pretty large – breasts. “Do you think she's getting horny right now?” Yuki asks and I shrug. “Maybe. Or maybe it's just some nerve reflex like Kuroba-san explained earlier happens to men sometimes.” We both fall silent again and continue observing Mina's air dance. After a total of over five minutes she still shows no sign of slowing down, producing a continued series of strangled, ragged gasps, her arms and legs desperately thrashing, and her face pretty much purple at this point. A sound from my right makes me turn around, only to find Yuki breathing heavily, her gaze fixated on Mina's struggling form and both hands reaching into the waistband of her skirt, moving back and forth, making it perfectly apparent what she's doing. And a quick look around shows she's far from the only one. Both boys and girls are more or less subtly masturbating, and at least two couples actually have their hands in each other's pants or skirts. Part of me is actually turned on, a bit by Mina's suffering, but much more so by Yuki's panting and occasional small whimper, but the bigger part is too well-mannered to do something so improper in public, even if a lot of the others are already doing it, so I fold my hands behind my back and return my attention to Mina, a little respect is the least she deserves. Several minutes later Mina's movements begin to slow down, her face is covered in tears of pain and fear, and her tongue is hanging out with some saliva dripping onto her shirt, but her pained gasps are still clearly audible over the progressively less subdued panting and moaning of easily half of the class pleasuring themselves or each other. Seriously, this is a museum, not an orgy. Yuki's voice makes me turn once more, as the slightly taller girl hits a crescendo, letting out a series of short moans through clenched teeth and arching her back with closed eyes, clearly and audibly orgasming, before slowly winding down, panting heavily. Only now she notices my attention and turns away with a deep blush. Welp, this is gonna be a bit awkward; I'll have to talk to her later. I turn my gaze back to Mina, whose struggles are dying down safe for minor spasms and low gurgling sounds, but she's still hanging on. It takes another few minutes before her eyes roll back and she goes completely limp with one final drawn-out rattle, and moments later a dark spot forms on the front of her skirt as she pees herself, the stream of urine running down her legs and dripping through some grates in the floor of the platform that were clearly installed for just this purpose. As the sounds of poorly veiled indecency from the class slowly die down, Kuroba-san checks Mina's body, then loudly claps her hands to get everyone's attention. “She's dead. As per regulations she will be left hanging for at least another hour to be absolutely sure.” “I do hope you were all paying attention and took away something from this.” Akiyama-sensei adds. Well you can bet some of the people were paying more than just attention. A fact that our guide seems to be very much aware of as she looks over the class. “Now then, let's get going to the next exhibit, shall we? Oh, and by the way, bathrooms are over that way.” As expected several boys and girls quickly make their way in the direction with sheepish expressions to 'clean up' a bit, while the rest of us stay behind, chatting, and it gets apparent the majority of the class clearly enjoyed the 'show' just now, in more ways than one. Once everyone is back, after a headcount minus two – one for Ai, who's still in sensory deprivation, and one for Mina, who, yeah – Kuroba-san ushers us to the next piece, little more than a pair of hollow logs drifting in a flat pool of mucky water with a painted background of some forest. “Scaphism was used by the ancient Persians well over 2000 years ago, and is generally considered among the most cruel methods of execution to have ever been devised, with death taking several days or literally weeks. In it the victim...”