PART FOUR


                       EXECUTION DAY


As daylight broke through the windows of the jail I woke up cold and naked. Clothes had been thrown on the floor next to me. A few buckets of water and a bar of soap sat in the corner. The guard however was no where in sight. A little privacy to clean myself up before my hanging.

I stood in the corner and doused myself with the first bucket. As I began to was off I was surprised to find that I was not sore where the whip had struck my skin. Even more surprising, while I had melts all over my body not once had my skin been broken. I began to think of the events from the day before and how good the whip felt on my tender naked skin. I thought so much about it that I suddenly realised I was now deep into pleasuring myself.

With no guard and total privacy I took the opportunity to get myself good and aroused before my dance.  I wanted to be ready when my feet left this earth.  I made it quick however just oncase the guard came back, then I finished washing and went to the corner to get dressed.

Pulling apart the pile I came to realise my clothes where gone. They had been replaced with a short dress that appeared to have been crudely fashioned from a burlap bag. It was tight around my feminine hips and legs yet very loose around my torso.  So loose in fact my breast where the only thing really holding it in place as even the straps kept falling off my shoulders.

Just as I'd finished dressing the front  door flung open. The preacher and one of the men from the day before walked in. With the keys the two men opened the door and entered my cell. Without words the men secured my my wrists behind me with a short length of rope.  As soon as they'd finished they lead me outside.

The street was so full of people who'd come to see me die that the crowd backed up all the way to the jail. The preacher cried out to clear a path as we made our way through the crowd. As we approached the gallows I could see the noose already set up. It was show time, time for me to put on a show for those who had come to watch.

With a deep breath I began sobbing. Quiet at first then getting louder as I began to struggle to free myself from my captors. With firm grips they continued to push me onward. I began to thrash about a bit in a feeble attempt to escape. The men half way carried me up the stairs. Once under the noose I bobbed and weaved my head to avoid it.  As it was forced over my head the loop slid down my shoulders into the cleavage of my firm breasts.

The preacher then walked to the edge of the gallows. Clearing his throat he quieted the crowd.

"Citizens of Salem,  we are gathered here to bear witness to the hanging of a convicted witch. She has yet to confess and repent her crimes so we ask one last time. Emily, do you confess to your crimes and repent to God for your wicked deeds?"

With a firm shake of my head I cleared my throat and said, "go to hell!"

The preacher then nodded to the executioner and said, "may God have mercy on your sole child."

I felt the noose tighten around my throat as the slack was pulled out. Slowly I was pulled onto my toes where I stood for a moment looking at the crowd now cheering me on. A rush of adrenaline hit me and I could feel a fire burning under my dress. I rocked from side to side on my toes trying to find my balance. I began to find pleasure in my thighs rubbing together so I began to exagerate  these movements.  

Just when I felt I wouldn't be able to hold back my emotions any longer I was quickly pulled off my toes and into the air. At first I panicked as the noose synched down on my wind pipe. There was no need for acting here as I was in true fear thinking that I had made a mistake.

As the seconds passed I realised that I  could still breathe. Not as well as normal but the spell must have been keeping my throat from closing completely. Still with a restricted air and blood flow I still had a euphoric feeling.  

Now that I had gained a little more concentration I noticed one of my straps had fallen off my shoulder. I found myself wanting the other one off as well so I began moving my shoulders to maneuver it off. As it slid down my shoulder then down my arm my breasts sprung from under their covers.
This of course made the preacher uncomfortable yet he made no effort to fix my dress.

Now un hindered my youthful and work tits bounced up and down in their own dance. Many of the younger men where obviously enjoying the view even as they tried to avoid staring. The motion of them bouncing combined with being so exposed seemed to turn me on even more.  

Out of instinct my legs where thrashing in an un-controllable urge to find ground again. The continued motion of my thighs rubbing had now brought me to my climax. This of course, was what it was all about. I focused all my attention now on one thing and began kicking even harder. Now even the sight of my own little bare feet kicking below me seemed to enhance the experience.

Then as I felt I couldn't take much more it hit me like a bolt of lightning. A rush that was so incredible that I no longer cared if people knew I was getting off.  My hips twisted and contorted in new and unnatural ways. I could feel my feet rubbing up and down my legs as if they where lovers caressing each other.  I began to moan which with pleasure which thanks to the noose only came out as muffled squeaks.

In my wildest dreams I could never have imagined a more incredible high. Now that I was at the peak of my climax a stream of fluid began to escape from between my legs. I wanted it to go on forever but I was looking strength now. My breaths had become shallow and my legs lost the power to kick. It was time to finish my show.

As I began to settle down and my body began to shut down. I had lost my concern about whether the spell was working. Whether it was lack of oxygen or just being in another world, I was now at peace with whatever came.

With little energy left my chin was now forced down by the noose into my chest. From this angle I could now see my toes flexing and occasionally see the spasms that made my feet made. With one last breath I watched as a stream of yellow piss ran off of them and pool just below me. Darkness surrounded me and I lost consciousness.


Within what seemed like the time it took to shut my eyes I began to become alert again. I couldn't move as I didn't have the strength to. I slowly opened one eye to complete darkness and silence. As I opened both eyes I realised I was completely naked and inside a wood box. I began to panic worried I'd already been hurried. However as my strength returned I pushed the lid above me off and found myself inside the undertakers shop.

As I looked around I could see it was dark and no one was around. I carefully stepped out of my own coffin and began looking for clothes. Before long I found some in a box which I assumed was clothes from those who'd died before me. I found a dress that fit and would allow me to blend in.

I walked to the back door and peered outside to see if anyone was around. When the coast was clear I snuck into the woods to retrieve my book from the tree with the hollow. As I walked I summoned my friend with the spell he'd given me. As I came upon the tree he was standing there waiting with my book in hand.

"I trust your trip went well miss?" He asked with a smile as he handed me the book.

"Better than I could have ever imagined," I replied. "I can't  wait to do this again, The entire experience was sheer deight," I told him as we walked away from Salem. Perhaps one day I'll  see it again.