                                                                 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.
