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 FREE WILL

   [court of the Count] rape torture execution



   The prisoner was given one last choice.  She was young and shapely,
comely of face and round figured, just at the age where she should have
been planning her marriage.  Instead of figuring ways to find time and
place to steal kisses and fumbling gropes with her boyfriend she was being
led to the scaffold with two others.  They would not walk back down those
steps, instead their dead bodies would be thrown over the low railing to
thud lifelessly to the hard cobblestones that paved the square.  The others
were older women, hardened by the life they had chosen.  Once pretty and
young now they were aged beyond their years by the countless nights of
entertaining man after man in their rude beds.  One was her older sister
and it was she who had come up with the plan.  The third would use the
youngest as bait, offering her and her sister as bedmates for the night. 
Of course it was assumed that the missing sister was also young and pretty
so most men would jump at the chance to bed two such lovelies at once.  The
wine offered as they waited was drugged enough that the older sister was
acceptable and most often the man would pass out before anything was done.
On the rare times when he managed to stay awake long enough to fulfill the
bargain it was the older sister who felt his seed splatter inside her womb.
The most the girl would have to endure was a rough hand fumbling with her
breast or thigh.  When the man awoke he had a splitting headache and not
much else for they would steal all he had down to his small clothes.  Now
this was considered normal so there was some talk about the unlucky ones
but mostly it was at their expense and no one was looking for the
threesome. The game could have gone on for a long time except that one man
died.  Knifed by the older sister when he failed to drink enough wine and
realized what the game was and demanded his coin back.  A scuffle ensued
and he ended up dead.  Even this might have been overlooked except that he
was the squire of one of the Count's knights so the guard was given the
task of finding the three.

   The Count was a strict lord who demanded the law be followed and
required that only truth be spoken in his court upon pain of terrible
torture and death for those who lied.  As the ringleader and the actual
killer her sister was doomed.  She was sentenced to die on the wheel.  The
other woman was to be hanged as was the girl.  However the order was to
allow them to hang themselves if they wished.  The Bishop ruled that it
would not be suicide as they were under a death order anyway so there would
be no problem for their souls.  However the ruling also required that if
they failed or refused they would go to the wheel as well.  When all three
were on the scaffold and tied to the posts that lined the back of it the
herald read their sentences to the assembled crowd.  Because the death was
not planned the Count was being merciful, the older sister would be broken
on the wheel- ten strokes on each limb, four on each side of her ribs, her
breasts would be pounded flat, and her ears pulled off.  Then she would be
hung instead of having her broken limbs braided through the spokes of the
wheel and being left to die in agony.  The older woman would have her ears
pulled off, her breasts and privy parts whipped and then she would be
allowed to hang herself.  The girl would only be stripped and raped before
she was allowed to escape the torture of the wheel by taking her own life
with the noose.  This was the sentence of the Count and thus was the law.

   As rape was a part of the executioners rights unless otherwise ordered
the older women had already been taken by most of his staff before their
arrival on the scaffold.  Their thighs and butt cheeks were crusty with the
seed of the many men that had taken them during their long last night. 
While the older sister was still tied to her post a stand was placed before
her and a large stone block was placed on it.  Her tits were then placed on
top of the stone and pounded into a bloody pulp with a large mallet.  She
was still screaming from the destruction of her once proud breasts when
large tongs gripped her ears and with a sudden jerk each one was ripped
from her head.  Her screams rose to heights that hurt the ears of the
onlookers [but not as much as hers had hurt].  She was still screaming and
sobbing as they removed her from the post and tied her spread to the wheel.
She begged for mercy as the steel rod was placed under her hand and the
hammer crashed down to shatter the many fine bones there.  The rod would be
moved up toward her body a few inches and another blow would fracture the
bone under it.  Ten fractures left her arms a twisted bloody mess before
the rod was slid under her ankle and the process was repeated for each leg.
She was unable to give voice to her suffering and so was reduced to
whimpers and moans except for a small short gasping scream every time the
hammer landed.  When all forty strokes had been delivered the wheel was
tipped up onto its rim and she was slowly rolled around the edge of the
scaffold so all could see the terrible damage that had been visited upon
her body.  Of course the shifting of her weight from shattered limb to
shattered limb brought the level of her pain to new heights as she was
shown off for the crowds entertainment.  A rope was passed under her arms
and over her crushed tits and she was lifted from the wheel to hang from
the gibbet.  The four strikes to her ribs from the iron bar left her ribs a
mess of broken bone that also ripped her lungs open.  Wasting no time a
crude knot was tied around her neck and the rope under her arms was removed
so that she was left hanging by her neck.  Her shattered legs were dragging
on the floor as she tried to stand.  Of course they were useless to support
herself but she still tried.  Just as she tried to use her broken arms to
pull herself from the noose's deadly embrace.  All she managed to
accomplish was a wretched parody of the deadly rope dance.  She danced for
a couple of minutes before she shuddered and went limp.

   The second older woman was next and the executioner wasted no time with
her.  The tongs ripped her ears off and the whip scoured her tits and privy
parts until they were raw meat.  she needed help to ascend the low stool
where the noose was tightened around her neck.  She stood swaying as her
lips moved and her eyes stared into space.  When several minutes had passed
without her stepping off the executioner forced her to look at the
shattered wreck of her partner in crime and at the now bloody wheel and
reminded her that that was what awaited her if she failed to step into the
empty air next to the stool.  She shivered and took a deep breath.  With a
small cry she stepped onto nothing.  She fell only a foot or two before the
rope caught her and the noose began to tighten and cut off her air.  She
was older but she was still fit and strong and her hands were free.  She
gripped the rope and lifted herself so she could steal small sips of air.
She kicked and jumped in an effort to release the noose's crushing embrace
but it was all in vain.  There would be no escape and already injured by
the whip her muscles soon began to fail her.  Instead of gripping the rope
her fingers now tried to force their way under the noose and pry it away
from her neck.  All the managed to do was for her nails to rake deep
furrows in the flesh of her neck.  She weakened and her frantic efforts
soon stilled as her will to live was overcome by the lack of air needed to
live.  She was soon just a twitching thing hanging from the crossbar as she
died and her body lost the ability to move and react and her mind faded to
black.

   It was now the girls turn and she tried to face her rape and death
bravely.  Already nude she was led to the stool but instead of mounting it
to die she was sat on it and forced back to be held spread out as if she
was on the wheel.  Her arms and legs held by the executioners helpers she
was helpless as he smeared her privy parts with grease and stepped between
her fine long legs to ram his manhood into her.  He was mildly surprised to
find she was still untapped even after living and working with whores. 
This was a very pleasant surprise and he enjoyed the feeling of ravaging
her virgin pussy.  She had given a small gasp as he entered her but other
than that she gave little sign that anything was happening to her at all.
His large callused hands were rough on her firm breasts and smooth inner
thighs as he used long deep powerful strokes to rape her.  She tried to
escape to a place in her mind where he was her husband instead of her
killer but the brutishly rough treatment kept pulling her back to reality.
She felt him speed up and then the thrusts were replaced by the feel of his
hot jism spraying into her body.  Men traded places and the next one was in
her.  She was raped by all five before she was released to stand shaking
next to the stool.  The executioner leaned close to her " I believe you
were a good girl and a brave one but I have my job to do.  I will help you
to die as easily as you can.  Do as I say and your death will be eased.  I
have greased the noose so it will slide easily when it tightens around your
neck.  Pull it as tight as you can stand when you put it on.  Exhale all
the air that you can and jump as high as you can instead of just stepping
off.  And after you have placed the noose around your neck ask me to bind
your hands so that you will not uselessly try to lift yourself and extend
you suffering.  Once you are hanging fight as hard as you can, it uses up
your air and you will die sooner.  Be with god girl."

   She stood under the noose that would take her life and stared at it
before she climbed onto the stool.  It was such a simple thing, just a lot
of horsehair twisted and tied into something that would kill her.  It
seemed that what killed you should be fancier or more complicated but there
it was and the only way to escape it or to delay the time when she would
feel it around her throat was to allow herself to suffer more that the
small delay was worth.  With a deep breath she gathered her courage and
climbed up to meet it.  It was rough and greasy as she slipped it over her
head and settled it around her neck.  The knot slid easily as she tightened
it until it was hard to breathe past the tightness in her throat.  Somehow
her voice was understandable as she asked for the boon of having her hands
tied.  He was quick but somehow gentle as he lashed her hands behind her.
He walked around to look at her and she remembered his instructions. 
Exhaling she bent her knees and jumped for the sky.  It seemed she floated
for a long time but the jolt when she hit the end of her rope ended any
thoughts about flying.  A desperate effort to inhale proved that he had not
lied, the greased knot and the fall after her jump had slammed her throat
closed and it was clearly impossible for her to breathe.  She could taste
the blood from her bitten tongue and felt it pooling in her mouth and
throat.  She could not swallow it because of the noose's pressure nor could
she spit it out as her jaw was forced closed be the rope.  She hung still
for a short while until she was desperate for air.  The dance started.  Her
long legs kicked and ran.  Her hands fought against their bindings.  Her
large firm breasts heaved and bounced as she slowly lost her last fight. 
The fine young body twisted and squirmed as her life was choked out.  Blood
trickled from her mouth to join that which leaked from the skin under the
rough noose.  She could feel and hear the pounding of her overloaded heart
as it tried to pump her now useless blood.  It beat faster and faster as
the rest of her body slowed down.  Instead of high kicks and strong
movements she was slowly being reduced to small leg lifts and wiggles of
her shapely body.  As she swung and twisted she saw the bodies of the
others and one of her last thoughts was that soon she would look just like
them.  Her body would have shit smeared down her legs, piss dripping from
her feet, blood drying on her skin and breasts, and her face turning
purple. Then there was no more time for thoughts, only for dying and she
could only watch as the world faded away in the darkness.  She could only
listen as the pounding of her heart drowned out all other sounds.  She
could only hang as the feeling left her body.  She felt her body release
its fluids and her bowels emptied but she did not recognize what had
happened.  She was too busy dying to notice anything as unimportant as the
loss of her bladder control.  When the world was black and silent she gave
one last tremble and went limp forever.

   As was the custom they were left hanging until the next sunrise.  As was
also the custom the boys and drunks and the curious were allowed to do
whatever they wished with the bodies as they hanged there in the dark. 
They were stiff and cold when they were cut down in the cold light of the
dawn and their bodies thrown over the railing to thud on the cobbles below.
Dragged away and buried in an unmarked hole they were soon forgotten by all
save those boys who had felt their first touch of a breast or pussy as they
had played with the corpses.  One of those boys would never forget and
would want to repeat the experience later.  A deadly seed had been planted
and it would demand to feed on blood.