noose love

Noose love

As I stand here staring at the ground beneath me my hear races. I see my pretty bare feet perched on the small wooden crate beneath me. My toes curl over the edges desperately grasping it. The chain from the shackles around my ankles peaks out below my simple long black dress. The wind flows through my long red hair  which hides much of the noose around my neck.

I have been brought here to be punished and to be made an example of. Thieves are not tolerated here and the sign draped over my shoulders stated so.

Through the hushed whispers I hear a muffled hanged by the neck until dead! With those words I know the end is near. I feel a hand place in the small of my back between my arms bound tight behind me. I take one last deep breath anticipating what is to come.

A slight push to my back combined with a pull on the crate beneath me and I start my last dance.

I attempt to scream, but all that comes out is a muffled whimper as the noose catches me. A sharp  pop stops me inches from the ground. The rope hits the back of my head forcing my chin down. My only view now is of my feet and the ground I can not reach.

A loud sharp ringing in my ears blocks out the cheering crowd around me. This mixed with the shock of being hanged causes my body to stiffen. My only movement is my hair gently tossing about in the breeze.

I am motionless for several seconds until my mind catches back up to my situation.  I attempt to take in another deep breath but the thick white rope under my chin stops me. Out of instinct I stretch my toes as far as I can. There is no reprieve from my new captor.

Failing all attempts to save myself, panic sets in and I begin to kick and flail about. The initial shock wears off and I can hear the crowd cheer as I begin to dance.

As my panic builds my fight to reach ground intensifies. Within seconds I am kicking so wildly the shackles caressing my petite bare ankles dig in. The chain between them is pulled to its limit repeatedly. I watch as my feet kick back and forth over and over again, left foot, right foot, left foot, right!

I grasp for air but get no reprieve from the noose digging deeper into my slender neck. The lack of oxygen makes me feel euphoric. For some ungodly reason I begin to feel aroused by all this. My thighs rubbing together with each kick makes it all the more intense.

Without warning I am overwhelmed with a powerful orgasm. My body goes rigid and I feel warm liquid between my legs. From my forced view of the ground I see my toes point straight down as my feet twitch rapidly as if I where having a seizure.

For a few moments I was somewhere else. No pain, no crowd, no noose or thoughts of my impending death, it was pure ecstasy. It didn't last nearly as long as I wished it would have.

As the pleasure wore of the pain came back more intense than ever. I dug my thighs into each other hopeing to get back to my happy place. Having no luck I began rocking myself back and forth, jumping the air. With each failed attempt a broken and muffled whimper escaped me.

I could feel death's cold grip as the blood in my hands and feet turned to ice.  My kicks grew weak before becoming mere twitches. I began to see a red circle in my vision which slowly faded to black. The very last thing I felt was warm piss running down my legs and off my bare feet.