NOTE FROM THANTASY: After Vader and I had set up the conditions of the scene, I decided to send him an email containing a letter written by my character in the scene to his character in the scene. I wanted to give Vader an idea of what kind of person I would be. I gave the names Nick and Angie to his character and mine respectively. For me, names add a touch of reality. Angie's letter isn't a plea for mercy -- she isn't even sure Nick will read it before her hoisting. She does, however, want to make him understand her "reasoning" behind her actions. In an attempt to compliment Nick on his wisdom and restraint, poor Angie wound up making her situation even worse and the scene more interesting.

Dear Nick,

I'm really glad that you're taking control of my situation and doing what's best like you always do. You make me feel so proud of you, prouder than I deserve to feel.

I'm sorry about all the trouble I'm putting you to. But I figure that it will kind of balance out. The shared good time of seeing me get mine should bring the gang even closer together. Plus, it will set a good example to the other bitches of what they can expect if they fuck up as bad as I did.

I know that some of the guys are giving you shit because they think hanging is too good for me, and they do have a point. What I deserve is to be the centerpiece of a four-way hog-tug, with a prize going to the one who winds up with the biggest chunk of me attached to his chain. But I know that wouldn't leave much for the soldiers who want to fuck me after I'm done, and as leader you have to think about them too. So, even though it seems like a little too much mercy for me, the wise heads know that you're doing what's best.

I don't know if you'll get around to reading this before or after my hanging, but I do want to explain why I did what I did, not to get any sympathy for myself, but to show you how fucked up a bitch's thinking can get. I'm sorry I've been such a dumb cunt and maybe if word about what I'm going to say gets around, it will help some of the other bitches keep their minds right.

The thing is that I did what I did because I love you so fucking much.

Yeah, I told you my thinking was fucked up.

See, I've always appreciated the way you didn't pass me around like some leaders do. It made me feel special that you wanted to keep me to yourself.

And when the other guys would gripe about their bitches, you always kept your tongue quiet, and I appreciated that, too.

And I know that, on some level, I did make you happy. I know that I didn't pull the shit that the other guys would complain about their old ladies doing.

In fact, I know that I'm a darn fine piece of ass, otherwise you wouldn't have me.

Thing is, it bothered me that nobody else knew how good you had it. The thing about a leader sharing his old lady, everybody knows that he's got the best.

I figured, in my fucked up way, that if I gave just ONE other guy in the gang a taste, just a taste, mind you, of what you got every night, then he would pass the word and everybody would know how good you had it.

Yeah, real fucked up thinking. I'm so fucking dumb that I deserve to die just out of sheer stupidity.

I mean, now that my death is right directly in front of me, my mind is a little clearer and I can see that I didn't need to give no demonstration to nobody. Hell, everybody had to know that you wouldn't settle for anything less.

Real stupid bitch.

Of course, I will get a chance to make my demonstration, after all.

When the lieutenants fuck me before you hoist me, I'll do my best to show them what a great piece you had.

I'll try to do you proud.

And I'll try to be one kickin' bitch when I get hoisted.

I haven't done much alive to make you proud of me, but I'm gonna do my best to make you proud when I go over.

I mean, I'm not going to try to make it look easy. I want to set a good example for the other bitches of what can happen to them if they fuck up like I did. If you allow, I'll even say a few words on the subject to them before you set me to dangling.

I know, Nick, that you aren't going to have any problem replacing me. May already have someone lined up.

I'm sure you won't have any problem finding someone better looking than I am. I doubt, though, that you'll find someone who is a better fuck -- but that's only because you taught me so well.

I do hope, though, that you be careful and pick someone who is smarter than me, someone who won't fuck up like I have and put you to the trouble of having to correct the situation.

Well, that's about all I got to say. I'm sure you won't miss me much -- good riddance to bad rubbish, ha, ha.

Try, if possible, please, to think a kind thought about me every now and then after I'm gone.

With all the love in my soon-to-stop beating heart,

Angie

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NOTE FROM THANTASY: Poor Angie! When she got the following response from Nick, she discovered that he liked that hog tug idea she had mentioned. Gulp! This came as a big surprise to both Angie and me. It did wind up taking the scene in a different direction -- actually a couple different directions at the same time, rather like Angie would be taken!

Dear Bitch Angie

I read your letter and understand your fucked up reasons for your behavior. Unfortunately you realize it will not get you off the hook and save your beautiful ass this time. You stated very eloquently how and why you shall die for your indiscretions. You have followed all of my orders since you became my Bitch so here are your final orders. You will carry these out for me. If you do well I will see to it personally that your death will serve as the demonstration not only of what happens to a bitch if she fucks up but also as a shining example of what a supreme Love you had for your man. The method of your agonizingly slow death you devised for yourself will be your final tribute to your Dying Love for Me and My Gang. To have a true test of your Love I will share in detail how you will meet your death. This will show ME as you face it bravely that you do this for Me Angie. You know fear is never shown. First on the day of your punishment you will prepare yourself by dressing for your death as follows. You will have on your Black lacey short cropped halter top no bra of course. Your tightest Jeans black thong panties Black leather belt, may be used for other parts of this, Black riding boots. You will remove your Wings patch from your Black leather Jacket and have it ready to surrender. You may wear your jacket to your death. The members will assemble in the old warehouse. There you will be presented before me to receive your judgment. You will remain silent during this phase. When I finish with this you will be afforded an opportunity to denounce your actions and show the other women how a true Bitch prepares to die for her man. Chose your words well as they will be your legacy. You will remove your clothes slowly revealing at last your body for all to admire. Savor this part for you know that all the men and some of the women in the gang have often wanted to see and have you. You are physically the most beautiful woman and you know it. It will be your chore to describe in detail what the others are seeing as you strip. When naked you will surrender yourself to "kiss the pipes" as it is known the humble and degrading position to receive further discipline. That is KTP a position where you approach the left side of the bike on the kick stand. Bend over the leather seat spread your legs wide showing your ass and cunt. Drop your head low on the right side spreading your arms to the front and rear tires. With a cold engine you will then kiss the pipes. In this vulnerable position you will first receive Me. Then as the next four have their turn inside you, you will Kiss My Pipe for all to watch your best function orally taking me. You are naked bent over the leather seat of the bike of the man you flirted with. You have just had me inside you and are of course well satisfied. Now you take me orally as the next four men of my choosing begin in sequence to have your pussy or ass. Enjoy these last men and do them well for they will be riding the Hogs that tear your ass apart. Keep in mind that they control how fast or agonizingly SLOW this death can be. When the last has finished with you they will assist in securing you for the next phase of your penance. The four men shall each take control of an extremity and place your wrists and ankles in leather restraints. These are affixed to four ropes you notice two rising to the rafters the other two secured to pillars at the base. A fifth man places your head inside a heavy old rope noose also rising to the rafters. The assembled gang watches intently at this preparation and your courage! When the men have finished their tasks a signal is given to them to "Spread the Bitch's wings" at this each man takes all slack out hoisting your arms above your head and legs apart. You are suspended by your arms and the tension in your thighs. The noose is still slack. Slowly the tension is taken up on it by another man. You endure with tremendous courage and strength. Releasing only subtle groans as the tension in your arms and legs is increased. Additionally the tension of the noose is slowly increased and released. This pulls your head up as it occasionally slumps from your suffering. At the signal "Hoist the Bitch!!" the man on the noose takes the whole weight of your body and the others just provide enough tension to prevent you from grabbing at the noose or supporting any weight. You dangle as the gang watches. The noose is slacked and the extremities taut. The process is repeated until you have satisfied the jeers of the gang. Finally a chant rises hog tug hog tug hog tug. You know your end is very near now. The men lower you down. The ropes still secure to the restraints are taken down and attached to Four gleaming Hogs. You are placed on a table with your outstretched extremities awaiting the final pull. I walk over to your head and pronounce it is time are you ready? Do you have anything to say. I signal to start the four bikes she shall have no mercy. The one with the largest part of her will be the victor. The engines rumble and the bikes are eased ahead to remove slack. Removing the slack as you know diminishes the possibility that the sudden jerk would quickly tear you apart. Rather the steady increase in the throttle means you will slowly painfully stretch begging for death. Your Loving Man Nick... awaiting to Hog Tug your ass!!!