“Okay Jenny, I’m just going to put the noose around your neck, whilst Nicola your assistant is going tie your ankles together. This will mean that you are likely to suffer a little more pain as you die but because you’re so nervous I don’t want you to kick out or harm yourself as this machine is not designed to kill you straight away but to ensure that you will strangle slowly to death, he explains but Jenny doesn’t seem to be listening to him.

"Please I don't want to hanged", she begs but even as she does so Nicola ties the girl’s ankles together. She has pulled the ropes perhaps a little tighter than they should be and they cut slightly into Jenny’s stockings but Nicola is concerned at how skittish the girl is. She looks up at the executioner to tell him that she is finished and steps back away from the drop, even as he reaches for the release handle.

Although otherwise traditional in its design I can see that the release lever is simply a button at the side of the "T". Jenny seems desperate suddenly. She stares over towards me, her eyes filled with pleading. She begins to cry again and the room feels suddenly cold and oppressive even as the wooden stage beneath her drops and for a second or so she falls; screaming the sound of her voice only ending- suddenly – as her neck bites into the rope. Her pretty face seems suddenly contorted with pain as she grimaces and we can suddenly smell that Jenny was finally unable to control herself.

Evan so, she is clearly very fit and, for a while, she seems to fight against her end, bringing her knees up much closer to her waist so that she is able to force at least a little air into her lungs but with each move the noose around her neck seems to grow tighter, forcing her head to loll to the side a little. She can no longer speak and begins to grunt like a sort of pig and her tongue gradually begins to protrude from her lips; the spittle dripping onto her chest. The executioner reaches towards her breasts and he pulls at her Bra cups, releasing her pretty titties a little so that I can watch them as they bounce against the lace that had held them, her movements growing slower after a while; her thighs and the lower parts of her legs eventually only twitching. I can see that she is still alive and shuffle my bum a little against the seat to add to my own pleasure as Maxie's fingers press more firmly into my sex. She can tell how aroused I am and seems to take a sort of delight in talking to me about Jenny's end.

"Look, she's so pretty now Amanda.” She rubs a little harder and smiles. “Just think, you will be the same quite soon,” she tells me. “I wonder if you will also …” She pauses and I realise that, like me, she is aroused but with the thought of my own death. She brings her lips close to my ear, her finger still rubbing my sex. I realise that, despite myself now, I am coming at the very thought of what she is saying as she whispers it in my ear. “You can see it in her knickers; I do want Amanda to go toilet” she says childishly. She can see that, like Jenny already, my thighs are twitching with the strength of my orgasm and less kindly than she has been Jenny pulls me to my feet.

“Come on now sweetie. Its Amanda’s turn,” she says. “Lets sort you out now.” Her fingers reach forward for the Tampon she had pushed into me and somewhat roughly, not really trying to disguise what she was doing this time, she pulls it out of me. She wrinkles her nose a bit as it comes out of me.

“Well, now Amanda; that’s not good enough,” she says as if she was a little shocked. “It’s very well, …” Maxie pauses deliberately. “Isn’t it? Its messy,” she adds sternly. She looks over towards Nicola and the executioner and shows it to them. “No, no more for you.” She concludes. Suddenly as I hear the changes in her voice, I am afraid about what is actually going to happen to me. In the biography I had agreed at choices, Maxie was meant to have helped me. “But I want…. It was a part,” I begin to say but Maxie slaps me in the face and laughs.

“But you must have read everything Amanda; that if we feel that it will add to your death; that we can change things,” she explained. “Come on now sweetie. We need to get home and now that Jenny’s been done, it is your turn isn’t it?” she asks. I just nod, realizing that, even if I wanted to, there is very little that I can do about things and that, oddly; the people at choices were right. The very uncertainty has suddenly added to both my pleasure and the fear I am experiencing.

Now, I want you to kneel down in the centre of the room with your head help up straight,” she says.

“But, I … I need to get onto the gallows,” I tell her but she only smiles. ”Now are you going to be a good or a bad girl Amanda?” Maxie says. “The executioner needs to have you kneel in front of him with your heels nicely under your bum and you just keep your head up and look straight ahead of yourself. So that he can help you,” she says apparently reasonably. “Look, Nicola's put Jenny next to the wall so you can l look at her.” I could see that Jenny’s assistant had indeed arranged Jenny’s body so that she was “sitting” in front of me; her back propped against the wall but had cut away her ankle ropes so that her legs were splayed out in front of her.

I knelt down as Maxie wanted me to. “Now, that’s better isn’t it,” the girl said. “I shouldn’t really,” she added. “Lift up a bit”, she said as she put her hand under the skirts of my sissy dress. As I do so I felt her fingers again but they felt cold and sort of sticky as she pushed it into me. “I’ve put the old one back up you,” she said as if it were a kindness. I looked around at her face but she pushed it roughly so that I was looking straight towards Jenny’s corpse.

As she did so, for a moment I caught sight of the executioner. He seemed to have something in his hand. For a second, it sort of glinted.

“But, …. “ Was the last thing that Amanda said even as the executioner brought down the Samurai sword into the back of her head, its hard sharpened surface cleaving both her flesh and bone; her severed head shooting forward with the force of the blow, so that it landed next to Jenny’s corpse; although he had missed the narrow area between the dead girls legs.

“Damm,” I missed again he said but stood back a bit as Amanda’s body fell forward a little, the blood from her neck gushing onto the floor. “What a mess,” he added as he looked down.

“Well. That’s it I guess. You take your choices, you get’s your cummings.” Maxie said. She laughed.

The End