The chiefs daughter.

It was a warm spring day in 1703 and the whole town had come to see a rare spectacle. The hanging of a young Indian girl. The flyers stated that she had been captured from a local tribe who had been raiding nearby settlements. At the tender age of 18 her  death was meant to serve as a public warning to them.

It was nearly noon as we all excitedly waited for the prisoner to be lead out of the jail. A large wooden gallows was set up just outside where the executioner was already waiting. Many families had set up picnics on the hill to watch the event as well.

A door slowly opened to the jail and the sheriff stepped out with his young prisoner in tow. They had tied her hands in front of her. With a length of rope as a leash.

As I caught my first glance of her I was amazed by her beauty. She was a short but shapely girl. Her skin was very fairly for an Indian with few blemishes. Clearly the sheriff enjoyed her looks as well as he had left her in her native clothes which hid only the most sensitive parts.

As she approached the gallows she paused. Looking up she saw the noose and let out a screech. She tried to run but the sheriff yanked her back to the gallows. She seemed to give in for now and followed the sheriff up the stairs.

As her bare feet crossed the wood plank gallows she began to sob and spoke in words no one here understood. She just stood there staring up at the noose.

The executioner retied her hands behind her back. Then lowered the noose in front of the young girl. As he began to pull it over her head she began to resist ducking away from it. The sheriff however, put an end to her fight by assisting the executioner, eventually tightening the noose around her slender young neck.

No words where spoken as the executioner began by pulling the Indian girl up onto her toes. Her bare feet stretched as she tried to keep contact with the ground. She choked slightly as she began sobbing louder. She finally broke and began to plead with the crowed in her native language.

It was a rather sad sight to see her beg for her life. Especially since we knew she was technically innocent. On some level her innocence was what was so arousing, that and the fact that her fear made her perky young breasts bounce as she shook in fear.

Apparently the executioner had become bored with her pleas and with a quick jerk of the rope she was lifted from the gallows. The poor thing made a screeching sound as her toes left the floor. Just a few inches was all that was needed. He tied the rope off and stood back to enjoy the show.

At first she became stiff as a boards stretching her whole body to find something solid. When this failed however she began to kick and flail around. This was great for the audience, with every kick we got a good look at her tight young pussy, as her loin cloth flapped up and down exposing her.

Within a few minutes it appeared she would soon fade. However she began to rub her thighs together. Twisting her legs up and crossing her pretty little ankles. A muffled moan signaled the young girl was deep into a massive orgasm. She began to violently shake all over and her eyes shot open.

After her orgasm she began to convulse and her movements became sporadic. She was nearly gone as she suddenly released her bladder onto the wood floor. Her toes curled and soon all that was left where spasmic twitches in her little bare feet.

The chiefs daughter was now gone and without much else to see I  began to walk home. A loud scream stopped me in my tracks. Then more screams as I turned around I watched a man in front of me fall clutching an arrow that had hit him in the chest.

It was the tribe who's daughter we had just hung. They had ambushed us and by the end of the night bodies would line the street as the town burned.

I escaped but not before watching most of my town slaughtered. I watched from a hill overlooking the town as the chief cut his lifeless daughters body down. It was a somber and chilling moment for me.

Just as quickly as they had come they left town leading a group of men women and children out of town. It chilled me to think, if we as civilized folk could hang an innocent young girl for her father's sins, what might these savages do to the prisoners they where taking!