Intro to Hanging 1100

"Now, as all of you know by now, our nation favors the short drop method of hanging when executing prisoners", the instructor stated. Rosa flipped open her notebook and began scribbling down some of the bullet points on the projector screen.

"Generally, when we hang a prisoner we use a hemp fiber rope, although other materials may be used to shorten or prolong the period of consciousness", the instructor droned on. Rosa felt her eyelids begin to dip as the presentation dragged on. She doodled noose types on the margins, tuning out the instructor until she heard something very interesting.

"…we have something special scheduled today, a practical lesson on hanging, courtesy of the J. Chandler Juvenile Detention Center". Rosa sat up straight, all drowsiness gone. She'd heard of this from upper classmen, every semester they would bring juvie offenders and let the students prep and hang them in the basement gallows complex. The door to the auditorium banged open and a tall, buff uniformed woman strode in, pulling a group of handcuffed, nude teenagers along with her.

The instructor shook the woman's hand and turned back to the class. "This is Wilma Friedhoff of the Juvenile Detention Center. Today, she'll be helping you all handle your prisoner." Wilma gave a cheerful little wave . "Thank y'all for havin' me here today!", she said in a twangy Texan drawl.
"I got 20 juvenile offenders here, enough for all of you, so come on down and I'll start assigning them."

Rosa got out of her chair and followed the rest of the class down to the auditorium floor. The prisoners were all made to stand in a line as Wilma handed each one off to a student, along with a sheet of paper listing each juvie's name and physical info. Each juvie was already restrained, with their hands cuffed behind their backs and their feet chained together. They also had a collar around their neck with a leash attached. Each time Wilma assigned a prisoner, she'd hand the leash off to the student who would inevitably yank it, catching a resentful glare from the unfortunate teen. By the time it was Rosa's turn, only a prisoner was left. Wilma grabbed the kid and shoved him forward into Rosa's arms, along with his info sheet. Rosa held the boy by the shoulder as she glanced at the sheaf of paper.

"Patrick O'Shea, 13 years old, attempted robbery", she read out loud. Patrick shrugged, "I woulda gotten away with it too, but some other dumbass had hit the place last week and the cops were waiting" he muttered. Rosa ignored him and continued on reading. "Height 4'7", weight 65 lbs, no known health issues". Rosa looked back at Patrick, who stared at her with a defiant look in his green eyes.
He had a lean, skinny phyique and pale white skin. His messy red hair was shoulder length. Rosa crouched and examined Patrick's dick and balls. Puberty had started to give him the beginnings of hair, and his cock was circumcised. "Lady, what the f-", the boy protested as she gave it a playful flick. She smiled as it twitched and began to grow. Patrick blushed and looked away as his penis quickly stood up, stiff as a rock.

The auditorium was now empty, save for Rosa and Enrique. Rosa licked her lips and got to her knees.
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Slowly, she opened her mouth and placed Pat's hot, erect cock onto her tongue. Her hands fondled his balls and shaft as she licked his bellend. The boy gasped and groaned as she expertly pushed his dick deeper into her mouth, her soft lips enveloping his girth. "Ooh, shit", the boy moaned. Rosa pulled back, Patrick's penis popping out covered in saliva and precum while Rosa's hands massaged the member. Finally, it burst. Thick strings of cum splattered across Rosa's face and open mouth as Patrick shivered in orgasmic pleasure. Rosa got up and wiped the jizz off her face with a towelette from her purse as Patrick sat down, panting and covered in sweat. She didn't give the boy any time to rest however as she grabbed the collar leash and yanked it, pulling him to his feet as he protested.

The college, as part of its executioner's program, had a special basement room set up with tools of the trade. One of those tools was the automated gallows system, a high tech hanging device for the 21st century. A raised platform about 30 feet in length and 5 feet wide dominated the central space of the room. A table with a pile of rope was set off to one side. A trolley with a pile of body bags was set off to the other side. Her classmates had been busy while she was performing her "physical examination". The gallows was already filled with dangling bodies.

As the pair entered the room, Patrick stopped and stared, his jaw dropping open. Rosa turned back with sharp words forming on her tongue before she paused. The boy's eyes were wide with sudden fear. Hell of a time to realize you really are about to die, she thought. "C'mon, lets make it quick" she jerked on the leash again, pulling him over to the table. She selected a rope, quickly tied a noose and dropped it over his head. As she moved to pull him up the stairs, he began to struggle. "No, goddamit no!", he screamed. Wilma quickly ran over to assist Rosa as the college student wrestled with the panicking boy.

"Damn it, stay still would ya", Wilma grumbled as she picked him up, her arms wrapped around his chest, and carried him up the steps. He shook his head and pleaded with her, his voice cracking in terror. "Please, I'm sorry for everything, I don't want this", he cried, to no avail. Wilma got him to the top and lowered him down until his feet touched trapdoor, her iron grip keeping him from making a mad dash for freedom. Rosa followed right behind. The young woman grabbed the rest of the rope from the noose and threw it over the horizontal cross beam before pulling it down to the attachment point on the floor of the platform, where she tied it down. Wilma helpfully offered a black blindfold, which Rosa thankfully took and tied around Patrick's eyes.

Rosa stopped and admired her handiwork. The length of rope was short enough to ensure the boy wouldn't break his neck on the drop, the restraints were secure, and the blindfold set the piece. It looked like a good execution. "I'm scared", Patrick whispered in a quavering voice as Rosa leaned in to tighten the noose around his neck. "Just think nice thoughts, it'll be over soon", she responded, stepping away from the trapdoor and placing a hand on the lever.

Wilma gave a thumbs up, and Rosa yanked the lever back. Patrick screamed shrilly as the trapdoor clattered open, dropping him a few inches down.

The noose closed even tighter, cutting off the scream as the boy's weight pulled him down. Slowly, Patrick twirled around, his legs kicking and arms flexing as he tried desperately to reach the noose.

This phase only lasted for about 14 seconds before the boy went rigid. Fascinated by the strangling teen, Rosa stared intently, her notebook in hand. She quickly sketched Patrick's body as he pulled his legs up to his chest. This was the secondary convulsive phase, which would typically involve repeated movement of the limbs. Gurgling emanated from Patrick's throat as agonal respiration kicked in.

After that, Patrick went into decorticate posturing, his arms and legs twisting and contorting into awkward positions. This lasted about 2 minutes before the poor boy finally went limp.

As she finished her drawing, Rosa couldn't help but notice that Patrick sported a final stiffy during the course of his gallows dance. Of course, like any other sexually curious young woman Rosa had read of this rare event, but it was the first time she'd seen it in reality. She took a closer look and gasped when a twitch shivered through Patrick's legs. Rosa reached around Patrick's blindfold and pulled it down, revealing his closed eyes. His face was bright red, veins bulging on his forehead. A swollen tongue slightly pushed past his purple lips, a string of drool falling from the tip.

Later, she got her marks back. A solid B+, "Need to work on efficiency!" it said.