Third times a charm!

The wood creaked with each step I took. My heart raced as I made it to the top of the scaffold. There I caught my first glimpse of the noose waiting for me. As a pirate my mind commanded me to stay defiant to the end. As a frightened 19 year old girl my stomach told me to beg the guards for mercy.

My tattered dress began to drift in the wind as I took my final step up to a wooden stool placed beneath the swinging rope. My hooded executioner waisted no time placing the noose over my head. With a swift tug I felt it cynch tight into my neck. Then another tug as the the slack was pulled from the rope lifting me onto my toes.

As a magistrate began reading my crimes the executioner bent down in front of me. He grabbed my ankle pulling my foot off the stool forcing all my wait onto one foot. He began removing my sandal as I struggled to keep my balance. Once it was removed he placed my foot back on the stool and reached for the other. As my other foot left the stool I found it harder to keep my balance.

I heard my sandal hit the wooden floor beneath me as a gust of wind picked up. Already off balance the gust was enough to twist me around on the stool and out of reach of the executioner. I swung back and attempted to catch the stool with my newly bare foot. I caught the edge of the stool which moved it back slightly. In one last attempt I dug my toes into the stool.

The last thing I heard was a gap from the crowd as the stool toppled over. A sharp pain in my slender neck told me I was hanging. I began to kick and thrash wildly as a whooshing noise filled my ears. Gasping for air I attempted to reach the stool again, but it was a futal attempt.

Without warning I felt hands around my waist and the weight lift from my neck. Another set of hands wrapped around my bare ankles and guided me back onto the stool.

As I regained my footing a voice shrieked out over the crowd. "Looks like this one is in a hurry to get sent back to hell!" The crowd roared with laughter.

As the magistrate finished reading off my crimes I began to panic. My small but perky breasts bounced slightly as I shook. My chest heaved in and out. Without warning a stream of hot piss ran down my leg. I had gotten a taste of the noose and I wasn't looking forward to swinging again!

The words hanged from the neck until your feet stop kicking, rang in my head. "Do you have any last words?" The magistrate asked. With tear filled eyes I shook my head no.

"Executioner, send her to hell kickin'!"

As the stool was pulled from beneath me I let out a scream that was quickly cut of by the noose tightening against my throat.

I began to kick and thrash around instantly. With my toes out stretched I searched for solid ground but found none. With each kick I became weaker. I brought both feet up behind me almost touch my butt. With a violent downward thrust the rope bounced and for a moment I was weightless. I took a fast breath before the rope snapped tight again.

The short reprieve made me want to try it again. I brought my feet up and kicked even harder than the first time. This time the noose held its grip. No reprieve!

"Crack!"

As I came down the rope bit into my neck again but it was only for a second. I was suddenly in free fall again. With a loud thud I landed in my own piss pooled below me. I looked up just in time to see broken pieces of the beam falling toward me. I ducked down as the large beam struck my head and everything went dark.

When I came to again a doctor, the executioner and the magistrate where standing over me. My ears where ringing and I couldn't hear what was being discussed. The doctor and executioner shook hands and walked out of the room.

I turned to the magistrate and asked, "what will happen to me now?"

He looked at me shaking his head, "a judge is looking into that right now." "Normally if the rope breaks it's considered an act of god and the prisoner is released," he added!

"So I'm free right?" I asked with pleading eyes.

"Well the rope didn't break, the beam did, so that's why a judge has to make the call," he replied in a harsh tone.

I rolled back over hoping this meant i would be set free. In my heart i felt hopefull but in my head I was terrified. "What if they hang me again?" I thought.

Before I could think to much the door to the room swung open. It was a court servant, I recognized him from my trial. He spoke to the magistrate, but I couldn't hear them from across the room.

The magistrate nodded his head as the servant left the room again. He then began walking back to me. He grabbed a pair of handcuffs and shackles off a table and held them up in front of me.

"On your feet," he demanded.

"But I thought they where going to let me go?" I mumbled.

"The judge has decided your crimes where to severe to allow you to walk free." "As it was the beam which broke and not the rope they've decided the act of god clause does not apply here." You are to be executed by alternative means immediately." "Now on your feet," he demanded again with a much more forceful tone.

Reluctantly I stood up and turned my back to him with my hands behind my back. As the cuffs locked I began to sob. I couldn't control my self any longer, my body began to shake and soon the sobs turned into all out bawling.

When the magistrate finished he grabbed me by the arm and lead me out of the building. Back in the bright light of day I could see the gallows where they had just tried to hang me twice.

As we approached them I asked cwhat are we doing here again?"

The magistrate didn't answer and simply pushed me back up the steps. Once again I climed the scaffold to the top. Once at the top I found a post with a crude seat attached to it. The rope I had been hanged with now looped through a hole at the top of the post. They had fashioned a makeshift garrote post out of the pieces of the broken gallows.

I jerked away from the magistrate in a feeble attempt to escape but his grasp was too tight. He forced me to sit on the seat with my hands in my lap. He fastened the handcuff chain to a metal loop between my legs with a nut and bolt. The loop of the rope was then force over my head and pulled snug around my neck.

Without warning, and without any words being spoken the executioner began to slowly twist the rope tight behind me. Once I began lightly choking he gave it on quick twist cutting off my air.

In an involuntary movement I sunk my heels into the floor lifting my little ass off the seat. My pussy thrust into the chain of my handcuffs fastened to the seat between my legs. I pressed as hard as I could against the chain in Hope's to get away from the rope.

The pressure on my pussy felt strangely nice. Mixed with a lack of oxygen it began to feel almost euphoric. After a few seconds however I began to tire and relaxed a bit. With the pressure released all I could think about was the pain of the garrote again. I wanted that feeling back and rammed my pussy back against the chain once more.

I quickly realized that it wasn't just the pressure but the application of pressure and its release that felt the best. Soon I found myself jumping the chain between my legs. I manipulated my hands around so that my hands could join in. Soon my fingers had manipulated my panties out of the way allowing me to spread my delicate lips around the chain.

Within seconds a wave of ecstasy hit me. I'd had orgasms before but this was epic. Lights of color flashed in my darkened vision as I shoved my pussy as hard as I could against the chain. Muffled gurgles and moans came from my open mouth. I was on another plain of existence at this point and I never wanted it to end.

Sadly as soon as it had hit it began to fade. The pain was coming back and I could feel the burn in my chest and head again. I forced myself to jump the chain again but it wasn't helping. I slumped back into the seat and jammed my fingers deep into my pussy. This was starting to work and the feeling of another orgasm began to creep back.

With a loud grunt I was thrown into another orgasm. This one was even more intense and I began to convulse in waves of pleasure. My fingers dug deep into my crotch and my eyes rolled back. My toes curled under my feet as I hit the peek of the orgasm.

This apparently pissed off the magistrate as I heard him scream, "finish this tramp and send her to hell!"

Suddenly I felt the rope jerk tighter and tighter. The pain only intensified my pleasure as I contined to masturbate myself into the beyond.

I felt one more wave hit me as another twist of the rope bit into my neck. My vision went black and I felt my bladder release as I pissed myself for a second time.

It took three tries to kill me but in the end I went out in a wave of unimaginable pleasure.