"After walking behind the hangwoman and her assistant all day we came to the spot, the hangwoman's assistant dismounted her "horse". The assistant took the coiled rope from around my neck where they had set it like it was a spare tire or something. She tied a make shift hangman's noose and tossed it over the low tree branch and secured the loose end to the base of the tree. The "horse" was led under the noose and the hangwoman told me to stand on the back of the "horse". I took a breath and with my hands behind my back, tied tight, I climbed up onto the "horse". I stood there with the rope around my neck and looked at the hangwoman, who calm as day looked at me and said "what...you said you wanted to be hung from the back of a horse"."
"Standing on the camping stool, I tried to keep my balance...my wrists hurt from being tied together but the noose around my neck dug deep keeping me from really feeling the pain in my wrists. Mrs Johnson looked at me standing there and then as the camping stool seat ripped under my weight..and the holes she had cut in it...she gasped with excitement as she watched the rope dig into my neck and I tried not to kick the stool away in a panic and tried to get my balance and stand on the metal sides of the camping stool."
"The junior hangwoman stood over me with her arms crossed, she had secured the noose wrong but she didn't move to cut me down and redo the hanging, she was being graded and she hoped that they hangwomen judging her wouldn't dock her too many points. I looked up at her, my neck not snapping, the rope dug into my neck but I could still see her. Little did I know that she would rather have a few point taken off or hope that the judges didn't notice the fucked up placement of the knot, rather then be disqualified for having to redo the hanging and what I really didn't know was that an ex boyfriend of hers was on the list of men to be hung tomorrow and she wanted to be the hangwoman to string him up. I knew she was excited as my cock grew as the rope dug into my neck"